001: Why does it hurt so much to lose you? |KTH| (out now)
| You broke up with him months ago, so why can’t he get you out of his head?
002: Addiction |HueningKai| |M| (out now )
| He’s everywhere, his touch, his scent, and your heart.
003: Let me touch you. |KNJ| |M| (out now)
| He hasn’t seen you since you two were kids, but here you are, in that tight little dress. Swaying your hips against him. Let him have one night, just one night to make you his.
004: Cloud Nine |Jaehyun| |M| (out now )
| Who would have thought having sex with your best friend would feel this good?
005: Hands |PJM| |M| (out now)
| Jimin and you have been together for quite some time, but there’s just one thing you haven’t done with him when having sex. Is him having his hands around your pretty little throat.
006: Is this love? |Lee Felix| (out now)
| Being in your first online relationship is hard, but you and Felix have came over every obstacle. So why is it so hard to say the L word?
007: Sin city |Han Jisung| |M| ( coming soon)
| A heatwave hits Korea, and at the worst possible time the air in your apartment breaks down. So your boyfriend decides that he’ll try to fix it. But he’s just so distracted by you, his beautiful girlfriend.
008: Kissing on your tattoos |Soul| |M| (coming soon)
| You don’t show off your leg tattoo often, but when you do, somehow it always makes your innocent boyfriend brain go numb
009: Kiss me when no one is watching |Bangchan| |M| (coming soon)
| He isn’t suppose to be with you, he isn’t supposed to be sneaking around with you. After all you are his sister best friend.
Hello. So I know I have been gone for a very, and I mean very long time.
And I’m sorry about that truly.
A lot of things happened, one: I have been very busy with college. My major basically takes me away from everything I used to do when I had time.
Speaking my major. I have had major writers block and even when I do write, it’s not the same and I don’t want to give you guys something half ass. That’s just not me. I’m not that type of person.
So with that being said, I’m putting the Summer series on hold. Until I’m done with school and go back home for the summer.
I really appreciate you guys, and the understanding.
Summary: When Seokjin’s ex-wife leaves the country, the CEO who can manage anything except his own life suddenly has to handle full-time fatherhood with an almost two-year-old. His solution is simple on paper: ask you, Nabi’s trusted babysitter, to move in temporarily and help him out. When the inevitable crossing of lines starts to blur, you offer to take care of more than just his daughter. Will Seokjin give in to his desires? Or will he keep the professional space between the two of you?
Warnings: Age gap, power play, Dilf Jin is dangerous. This has smut!
WC: 12k
JUNE 25TH | 12:17
Seokjin was a busy man.
So he didn’t mind all of the missed lunch breaks in order to push a little more work in. Could count on one hand how many times he actually took a break in the middle of his work day during this past month.
What he did mind, however, was his ex-wife appearing in his doorway at 12:17 on a Saturday, voice already carrying the news that killed his appetite and, for a fleeting second, his will to keep breathing.
“You can’t just spring this on me.” Jin shoved the door shut harder than intended; the click echoed in the empty office.
“I’m not.” Hiah crossed her arms, bag thudding into the chair beside his mahogany desk. “The trip isn’t for another week. You have time to get organized.”
He wheezed a laugh that tasted bitter. “Get organi– You’re asking me to change my life.”
“I’m asking you to look after your daughter for a month.” she corrected, as if there was a difference.
The headache bloomed behind his eyes, hot and familiar. They’d stayed civil after the divorce, too much shared history for real hatred, too much love once for indifference. Nabi lived with Hiah during the week, and her weekends stayed with him. It worked. Mostly. Hiah’s family company gave her the kind of flexibility that his own CEO role never would.
“Unless you’d prefer I take her with me.” her sigh was tired; she’d known this conversation was coming.
“Then I wouldn’t see her for a month.” Jin’s voice flattened.
“What do you want me to do, Seokjin? Skip a critical work trip? You know I don’t have a choice.” she pointed out in return.
“What about what’s-his-name?”
Jin didn’t like the new boyfriend, he was too young, too idle, sugar-baby-turned-partner, but the man was kind to Nabi. Still. The thought of him alone with his daughter still twisted something protective in Seokjin’s chest.
The woman replied way too easily: “He’s coming with me.”
“Of course he is.” Seokjin scoffed, the sound scraping his dry throat.
“Don’t be like that. I didn’t come for permission. I’m letting you know I’ll be gone for a month.” Hiah’s tone made it sound like Seokjin didn’t have an actual choice at all. “You can keep Nabi, or she’s coming with me. Decide.”
Seokjing had no real choice here, so he nodded once, jaw tight. He’d make it work. Rearrange meetings. Be home more. Somehow.
Seokjin walked Hiah out of his office, leading her to the elevator without saying another word. The whole floor was pretty empty, it was a Saturday afterall, which is why his ex-wife knew it would be okay to come over today.
After waving his ex off with a tired smile, Seokjin returned to his office to find Namjoon and Yoongi already waiting for him there. One of them sported a frown –might have been the youngest– and the other had a grin plastered on his face –might have been the oldest–.
“What did the witch want?” Namjoon asked as soon as Seokjin closed the door to give them a resemblance of privacy.
The three of them had been friends well before they were ever co-workers, so the two men knew all that involved Hiah and their failed relationship.
“She’s going to America for a month with her new boy toy and calling it work.” Seokjin crossed to his desk, stomach cramping from skipped food, head still throbbing.
Seokjin shook his head, sinking into his chair. The leather creaked under him. “Nabi is staying with me, so that’s good.”
“Then why the long face?” Yoongi asked, even if he already knew the answer to that question.
“I’m barely home during the week, how am I going to look after her?” Seokjin ran a hand through his raven hair, slouching against his chair in a way he’d never allow anyone else to see.
“Don’t you have a housekeeper that’s there every day?” Namjoon questioned, leaning back against his own chair.
“Yeah, but Mrs. Bak is old. She can’t keep up with an almost two year old and take care of the house at the same time.” Seokjin’s head fell back, staring at the bright white ceiling.
“Doesn’t Nabi have a hot sitter already? She’s young, looks to be in good shape.” the wiggle in Yoongi’s eyebrows made Seokjin regret ever letting his best friend meet you.
“Ah yes, the hot babysitter. There, problem solved.” Namjoon nodded, sharing the feeling behind Yoongi’s sly smile. “More than one problem could be solved if you just–”
“Her name is Yn. And she’s only Nabi’s sitter during the weekends.” he interrupted, ears hot from the new direction of the subject.
Yoongi shrugged. “So? Pay her more and have her there everyday.”
You had been working for him for the past six months, so it’s not like you were a total stranger. But then again, this wasn’t the deal you had when he first hired you. Seokjin knew you were taking classes, and the commute to and from his home every night, then going to university… Even if the pay was good, it would still be too much.
“So here’s a crazy idea.” Yoongi announced. “Why don’t you just ask her to live at your place for a month? Then she’d always be there to help you. And Nabi goes to a daycare right? Yn could still go to class then.”
In theory, that sounded like a perfect solution. Simple. Easy.
But, to Seokjin, nothing was ever easy when it came to you.
"I'm leaving, Yn."
The kind voice of Mrs. Bak called out as you were in the living room with Nabi. The toddler was starting to grow sleepy from a full tummy, getting a little fussy, but you always tried keeping her awake in time for Mr. Kim to get home so he could be the one to tuck her in for the night.
It didn't always work, and it looked like today was just one of those days.
"Let's say bye-bye to Mrs. Bak?" you asked the little girl, smiling as her little chubby hand opened and closed as she did what looked a lot like a little wave.
You picked Nabi up from her play mat somewhat effortlessly, propping her on your hip so you could both walk the old lady to the door.
"Mr. Kim must be coming home soon." Mrs. Bak told you as she pulled her personal bag over one shoulder. "There’s food for him in the fridge. Make sure he eats, please."
"Of course. Have a good weekend, Mrs. Bak." you smiled at her, bouncing Nabi on your arm to get her to wave again. "Say bye-bye."
"Ba ba ba." Nabi babbled, twirling her little hand with a small giggle as you bounced her higher.
"Bye-bye, sweet girls."
You closed the entrance door, hearing the automatic lock slot into place. Nabi was still smiling when you brought her into the bathroom of her suite bedroom, where the bathtub was slowly filling up. Out of all the kids you ever babysat before, she was the only one who never cried during bath time, always enjoying being in the water.
Closing the faucet when there was enough water for you to wash the little girl, you checked the temperature written on the fancy turtle shaped thermometer floating inside the tub.
"Dada?" Nabi asked as you undressed her.
"Sorry, tooks, appa's not home yet."
Her lip wobbled, so you rushed her into the water before the tears could start, handing her the rubber duck and bright pink dolphin. She slapped at them happily, droplets flecking your cheek, giggles echoing off the tiles.
You knelt on the bath mat, sleeves pushed up, carefully washing her while she played. Nabi didn’t understand why her Appa was gone so much, only that she missed him. You felt it too, the ache of their limited time together, the weekends stitched together like rare moments rather than a constant.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, breaking you out of your solemn thoughts. Keeping one eye on Nabi, you fished it out to open the text thread:
Hobito: we’re on our way there rn, yall close?
Gguk: i’m waiting for noona to get here so we can go….
Jiminie: she’s still with the 🥵 dilf?
You: still at WORK 🤨
You: you can go ahead gguk I dunno how much longer I’ll have to stay here. I’ll just meet you guys at the bar.
It was half past seven when your boss arrived home, thirty minutes after you were supposed to meet your friends for drinks at your favorite bar. Nabi was already out like a light, and you were ready to leave, just sitting on the couch with all of your things packed up when the front door opened.
And then Kim Seokjin walked in and every intention to leave evaporated.
Six months of Saturdays and Sundays, and you still weren’t used to him. The word on the street –as told by Mrs. Bak– was that Seokjin’s mother had been Miss Korea back in the day, and he had definitely inherited her genes.
If he just had the looks, you might have a little more luck when it came to controlling your ever growing –and extremely forbidden– crush on the man. But on top of that, Seokjin was a good man, extremely kind, always treated you with nothing but gentleness, and a very dedicated father. He was a good seven years older than you, too. And you didn’t know why that mattered, but the deepest, darkest parts of you liked that extra fact.
“Hi, Yn. I’m sorry I’m so late.” he greeted you with a soft, and extremely tired, smile. “How is she?”
“Passed out.” you replied with a smile that matched his earnestness. “I tried keeping her awake for you, I’m sorry.”
The man shook his head, letting his briefcase rest on the closest armchair, like he couldn’t be bothered to put it away right now.
Seokjin had planned on coming home hours ago, in hopes of spending some quality time with his daughter, maybe talking to you for longer than rushed hellos and dragged goodbyes. But thanks to a system failure in his company, he had to stay longer in the office than he’d liked.
And now his baby was already asleep, he was exhausted and you were clearly ready to leave.
“I’m just going to see her real quick, okay?” he spoke with a small sigh, hesitating before adding: “I’d like to speak to you before you go, if you have five minutes to spare.”
“Yeah, of course.” you nodded with that sweet smile you always had for him, no matter how hard your day had been. You liked playing it off as if his baby was an angel, and most times she was, but Nabi was still a toddler, nearing her terrible twos. And Seokjin noticed the pink marker stain on your new jeans, when it hadn’t been there this morning, along with the very wet spot on your shoulder, probably the result of an eventful bath time.
Still, you never added any more pressure onto him, never complained. Never nagged him about the amount of extra hours you had to do while waiting for him to get home so you could go on your way.
And that made it really hard for him to remain neutral when it came to you. To ignore how pretty he thought that damn smile was, how expressive your eyes were and, fuck, sometimes his tired brain ran away from him and made him think about you in other ways.
Inappropriate ways.
Ways he should not think about his kid’s babysitter.
When Seokjin walked into Nabi’s bedroom, he was careful not to wake her. The room was dark, except for the moon shaped night light resting on her dresser. Seokjin leaned over her crib, watching his baby sleep soundly. She was the reason he worked so hard, so he could give her a life where nothing would ever be missing.
But it still hurt him to think that maybe the only thing missing from it right now was him.
Seokjin pulled her pink fuzzy blanket higher over her little body, whispering a small ‘sweet dreams’ before leaving the bedroom to meet you outside.
He found you in the kitchen, pulling out a container of food from the fridge, bags abandoned on his couch and your coat left somewhere in the living room. Seokjin liked how comfortable you were inside his home, instead of being put off by the fact that you moved with more certainty than he had most days.
“She’s still sleeping?” he heard you ask, answering you with a nod as he begged his brain to behave. “Good. Mrs. Bak left you some dinner, would you like me to heat it up?”
“I’m craving something fresher. Would you eat with me?” his lips were moving before he could stop himself, catching the small twitch of your eyebrows and the quicker blink of your eyes. “Unless you have plans, of course. Which I guess you do, it’s a saturday night after all–”
“No, no plans at all!” you shook your head, pausing his quick spilling of words. “How can I help?”
“Can you make rice?”
Your scoff brought a new smile to his lips. As you mumbled about your abilities in the kitchen, Seokjin started to gather the ingredients he needed for a quick bibimbap dish. His kitchen was big enough for the two of you to move around each other without bumping around, but you still did.
Maybe he walked too close to you on his way to the stove, just so his arm could brush yours.
And maybe you walked in front of him to grab a spoon, when there was a lot more space to pass behind him.
It was during times like these that made him believe that maybe his inappropriate thoughts weren’t actually one sided.
“What did you want to talk to me about, Mr. Kim?”
You asked the man, trying to mask your nervousness.
From the time he asked you to wait because he wanted to speak to you until now, at least a handful of scenarios had coursed through your brain. While you didn’t necessarily need this job to survive, you weren’t particularly interested in searching for a new one either; not to mention you had grown quite fond of Nabi to not be upset if you were about to be fired.
You also didn’t think Seokjin would be cooking for you right now if letting you go was his intention.
The man snorted a little laugh. “Please, I’m not that much older than you. I told you Jin is fine.”
You smiled sheepishly, because he had repeated many times not to call him by his last name. And you did try, but calling him by his nickname made you feel a little flustered. And you didn’t need anymore reasons to be blushing around him.
The way he had pushed his sleeves to his elbows and undid the top two buttons of his light blue dress shirt was face-warming enough.
“Hiah, my uh– Nabi’s eomma. She’s going out of town for a while. For a month.” the man told you as he fried sliced vegetables on a pan. “Nabi will be staying with me for the entirety of her trip, so I would need you to be here everyday. Not only on the weekends.”
“I see.” you nodded slowly, knowing Nabi would love to spend that much time with her dad, but knowing it would definitely be a change for Seokjin’s routine.
“I understand it's not the original agreement we had, but I wouldn't want to find someone else to look after Nabi…” Jin turned to you then, forgetting the vegetables to hit you with his best pleading eyes. “And she likes you so much–”
“You don’t have to convince me, Mr. Ki– Jin.” you reassured him, tilting your head. “I don’t mind the extra work days.”
You would have to move a few things around and would probably get behind on your studies, but this new deal would be just for a month… And you were mostly taking online classes this semester, so you could make your own schedule. You could make this work, if it meant making things easier for Nabi and her dad.
“Really? You’d be doing me a very big favor. You’ll get paid for this, of course, and you can take the weekends off. Hiah really just threw this on me, I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t agree.” Seokjin had a way of spilling phrase after phrase when he got nervous, which you thought was endearing and slightly funny.
You waited for him to finish so you could ask: “Will the schedule remain the same?”
“Ah, well. So.” you watched as he changed the pans on the stove top so the vegetables could rest while the pieces of meat fried. “Unfortunately, I need to stay later in the office during the weekdays. I’ll try to change my schedule for the month, but I don’t know how that’s gonna work.”
You frowned, nibbling on your lip as a thought crossed your mind: “I live a little too far away from here, so I have to check the bus’ hours–”
“Yeah, I thought about that too.” Seokjin turned his back, wide shoulders blocking your view, but you still saw the tips of his ears growing a shade darker. “I can prepare the guest bedroom for you. If you wouldn’t mind staying here for that period of time.”
JULY 3RD | 15:19
"So let me see if I got it right." Hoseok was laying on your bed as if it belonged to him. "You're about to spend a whole month living at your boss' house?"
"The man you've had a crush on ever since you met him." Jimin added, laying next to Hoseok.
"Not that deep, guys. Mr. Kim needs my help, so why would I say no?" you shrugged, giving them your back to stare at, rather than letting them read your expression like an open picture book.
It was the Sunday you were supposed to temporarily move into Kim Seokjin’s home and you were still packing your suitcase. Jimin and Hoseok had invited themselves over to help you, but all they were doing was putting ideas on your mind and hope in your heart.
"See, babe? Mr. Kim needs her help." Jimin told Hobi with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
You rolled your eyes, even if they couldn’t see it. "I'm never telling either of you shit ever again."
"Go easy on her, babe, she's still in denial." Hoseok told Jimin in return, the both of them giggling like the disgusting couple they were turning into.
"I'm not in denial!" you said, too defensively for your own liking. As you moved around your room to pick up whatever you thought you might need, you continued: "Do I think Seokjin is very attractive? Yes I do. Do I have crush-like feelings for him? Sure. Do I think something will ever happen? Absolutely not. See? Not in denial."
"You wish something would happen, though." Jimin piped up, sitting on your mattress. "Your cousin is not here, you don't have to lie to us."
"I'm going to work,” your sigh was exasperated. “I can't be thinking about any of this."
"Look, all we're saying is you're both grown adults. As long as what you do doesn't affect his kid, you don't have to be so hard on yourself." Hobi reasoned. “The Yn I know goes for what she wants.”
“What I want right now is to finish packing before he gets here.”
You ran away from both boys when you walked into your bathroom to pick up your toiletries. Seokjin had told you he’d have the guest bedroom ready for you, and you knew it had its own bathroom, but you shouldn’t expect him to provide you with basic things like a toothbrush. Right?
Once you came back into your room, Jimin was nowhere to be seen. By the noise you could hear coming from the living room, Jeongguk was home now, which meant Jimin was most likely annoying him, or getting annoyed by him.
Your best friend, however, stayed behind.
Hoseok was folding the clothes you had somewhat carelessly thrown into your small suitcase and he was doing a much better job of it. Suddenly half of the space was cleared out and you had more of it left.
Hoseok lifted his head when you approached. "You're not gonna be held hostage, right?"
"No, Hoba, I have my weekends off." you assured him. "We can still see each other during the week too, just gotta plan first."
The man helped you zip up your bag and carried it to the living room, where his current-fling was playing video games with your cousin. As you changed your cotton shorts for denim jeans, your phone buzzed with a new notification.
Mr. Kim: We’re outside, you can come out whenever you’re ready!
You: Coming right out!
It was a Sunday, so Mrs. Bak wasn’t working, which meant Nabi would be with Seokjin and you were always really excited to see her. Which would explain the thump on your heart; it had nothing to do with her father waiting outside. At all.
“Noona, if he does anything, you call me and I’ll fix it, okay?” Jeongguk said as he waited with you in the hallway, trying to look more menacing than he actually was.
“Don’t worry, Gguk, I promise I’ll be alright.” you held back a small laugh.
You squeezed your cousin into a hug before the elevator reached your floor. Jeongguk was only a few months younger than you, and you had grown up together so he felt more like a younger brother. Of course he was huge now, in height and muscles.
“Text me later!” Hoseok’s voice was heard between squeals and TV noises.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t fuck on my bed!” you warned, dead serious. “Byeee.”
Jeongguk waved until the elevator’s door closed, and you held the little wave back until the last sliver of his grin disappeared behind the narrowing seam.
The doors opened again a minute later, and the lobby smelled faintly like polished stone and someone’s expensive cologne, the air conditioning too cold against your arms after the warmth of the upper floors. Your shoes clicked across the glossy tile as you crossed toward the glass doors, and you caught your own reflection for a second, a flicker of nerves in your posture that you smoothed out before you could think too hard about it.
Outside, the heat hit you all at once again. It clung to your skin and pressed against your lungs, turning the air thick with exhaust and sun-baked concrete. The brightness made you squint, and you lifted a hand to shield your eyes while you scanned the street, blinking through the glare. It took a few seconds to find the car, parked across the way like it had been there countless times; dark paint throwing back sharp flashes of light whenever a bus rolled past.
Seokjin stepped out and the sunlight made him look sharper around the edges, crisp shirt sleeves, watch glinting when he adjusted the keys in his hand. The Ray-Bans hid his eyes, which somehow made him harder to read and easier to stare at all at once. He looked like he belonged in a magazine spread about men who never sweated, even though the heat was brutal, even though you watched the faintest shine start at his temple the moment he paused to look at you. He was smiling already, easy and practiced, but there was something under it that didn’t feel like the version of him you got on weekends. Something tighter at the corners.
You felt it anyway. The small shift in the air when he was focused on you. The way your name seemed to take up space in his mouth even when he wasn’t saying it.
"Hi! Let me get that for you." the man was smiling, reaching for your suitcase, polite as ever.
"Oh, thank you!" your voice came out lighter than you meant it to.
You forced your fingers to loosen, to let him take the weight without making a big deal out of it, but you still felt the brief brush of his hand against yours. It was nothing, you told yourself. It was a complete accident. Yet it was still enough to make you aware of the inside of your wrist for the next three seconds.
Seokjin lifted your bag like it weighed nothing, and you hated the way your brain catalogued it. The flex of his forearm, the clean efficiency of the motion, the fact that he didn’t fumble, didn’t hesitate.
For a second you hovered beside the vehicle, hand on the door, caught between instincts. Your job was Nabi, she was the whole reason for this change in your own routine, so your place was in the backseat with her. But this was Seokjin’s car, and Seokjin was driving, and there was something about sitting beside him that felt too much like a temptation for you to ignore.
You glanced through the backseat window, finding that the choice had already been made for you. The seat beside the baby chair was taken over completely, Nabi’s oversized diaper bag sprawled across it, straps tangled and a little plush toy clipped to the zipper swinging gently with the motion of the car settling.
Front seat it was.
You pulled the door open and slipped into the car, immediately twisting in your seat and reaching back without thinking, your attention snapping into that familiar, practical focus that always came with Nabi. Her cheeks were pink from the heat, fine hair doing that soft baby halo thing that never stayed where anyone put it, and she was half sunk into the padding of her car seat like it was the most natural throne in the world.
"Hi, tooks." you leaned back to poke at her half-covered tummy, fingertips gentle. Nabi squealed and curled, hands immediately going to her own belly. She’d been obsessed with her belly button lately, like it was a discovery she couldn’t believe belonged to her. "Ohhh look at your piggies! Appa's getting better with your hair."
A few stubborn strands still stuck up at the crown, but the little pigtails were actually holding, and that alone felt like an achievement.
"Dada!" she agreed with a sweet baby giggle, bouncing her pudgy legs hard enough to make the whole seat shift a fraction.
You laughed under your breath, soft and automatic. "They almost look symmetrical today."
The driver’s side door opened and closed, and the car dipped slightly with Seokjin’s weight. You didn’t look right away, which was ridiculous, because of course he was there. Of course he was sitting a few centimeters away. But you still felt the change in the space, the way the quiet settled differently once he was inside it.
Seokjin cleared his throat, and when you finally glanced forward, you caught the faintest bashfulness in the set of his mouth. It wasn’t dramatic, it was just there, in the way his hand went to the back of his neck for half a second before dropping, in the way he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel like he was checking that he was doing this correctly.
He reached toward the dashboard and picked up a laminated sheet, the edges catching the light. He held it out to you without quite looking at your face, like he was offering evidence that he had everything handled.
"That's Nabi's weekly schedule." he told you, and you could hear the pride he was trying to keep casual. "Her mother usually took her to these, but I already let them know you'd be the one to go with her for now."
You took it, doing a quick scan with your eyes. There were color-coded blocks. Little icons. Neat labels. The kind of organization that screamed overreaction.
“Okay.” you kept your tone professional as you nodded.
You lowered your gaze to the page as he pulled away from the curb, the city sliding past the windows in bright, shimmering strips. You read through the schedule while Seokjin merged into traffic, the hum of the engine steady under your feet. Most days Nabi had daycare, which would be good. It meant a few hours where you could breathe, catch up on projects, work on your assignments without a toddler climbing your lap like a jungle gym. There was a baby swimming lesson once a week too, and you could already picture her in one of those tiny floaties, furious and delighted at the same time.
But then–
“Speech therapy?” you asked with a frown, eyes dropping back to the laminated schedule. “She’s not even two.”
Seokjin’s hands stayed steady on the wheel. He didn’t look at you, but you caught the tightness in his jaw, the way his gaze stayed fixed ahead as if the road required all of him.
“Her eomma thinks she should know more words by now,” he said, voice even, CEO-like, as if he was presenting a decision that had already been made. “And I agree.”
You turned in your seat to glance back at Nabi. She was strapped in, round cheeks, toes flexing in her little socks as she kicked at nothing. Her hands were busy with the strap across her chest, fingers exploring it like it was new every time.
“She knows words.” you said, softer now, because Nabi was right there, because it felt wrong to talk about her like she couldn’t hear you. “She asks for apple juice when she wants it.”
Seokjin exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh. “‘Apu joof’ is not knowing words.”
“Apu joof!” from the backseat, like she’d been waiting for her cue, Nabi chirped with little claps and an enthusiastic kick that thumped her heel against the car seat.
“See?” you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at you.
Seokjin’s mouth twitched, the closest he got to an actual smile, and then it was gone. He kept his eyes on the road, shoulders still too straight, and you felt the line he was holding between being a father and being a man who was expected to be perfect at everything.
You swallowed the rest of what you wanted to say. You were torn between defending a tiny toddler and knowing your place as the babysitter, as the employee, as someone who didn’t get to have opinions unless asked.
Seokjin didn’t say anything else, either. The silence wasn’t harsh, but it was a boundary, and you read it the way you’d learned to read him.
So you let it go.
The city moved around you in a bright blur. Heat shimmered off the pavement. The air conditioner hummed cold against your arms. The laminated sheet stayed in your lap like something heavy even though it weighed almost nothing.
After a minute, Seokjin spoke again, as if the previous topic had been filed away. “You have a driver’s license, right?”
“I do, yeah–” you glanced up, and the storefront ahead made you pause. A familiar sign, white lettering on dark glass, a place you’d been too many times to count. Relief came quick and impulsive, like your body was looking for a safe detour out of the tension. “Oh, look. Are you hungry? There’s a great coffee shop just up ahead.”
For a beat, Seokjin didn’t respond. You could almost see him toggling through all the things he still needed to tell you; Hiah’s notes, the schedule, rules, expectations. He looked like a man who lived by lists. Stopping for coffee wasn’t on the list.
Then his eyes flicked toward the shop. Toward the open parking spot just up ahead. Toward you, for half a second behind the sunglasses, quick enough that you couldn’t read the look but long enough to feel it.
He signaled and pulled in.
The moment the car settled into the parking spot, the atmosphere shifted. Less motion, less distance, just the three of you in a contained space. Seokjin turned the engine off, and the sudden quiet made Nabi’s little noises feel louder, more present.
“I’ll get her.” he said, already unbuckling his seatbelt.
You watched him leave the car and go to his daughter, careful and practiced in a way that still looked slightly new on him, unfastening Nabi’s straps with a gentleness that didn’t match his earlier firmness. He lifted her out, and she went pliant against his shoulder for two seconds before she craned her neck, looking for you.
You stepped out into the heat, the sun immediately finding your skin again. The sidewalk outside the shop was warm under your shoes. A soft breeze carried the smell of baked sugar and coffee through the door every time someone went in or out.
You waited near the entrance while Seokjin locked the car, Nabi perched on his hip. The little wisps of hair he’d half managed to tame into pigtails brushed his cheek with every bounce she gave, and he didn’t even flinch. He just adjusted his hold and walked toward you, expression light like he hadn’t just gotten into a disagreement about speech therapy five minutes ago.
Inside, the café was cooler, dimmer. The air smelled like espresso and cinnamon and toasted dough, comforting enough that it softened something in your chest. The line moved slowly, people chatting in low voices, cups clinking behind the counter.
Seokjin stood beside you, Nabi in his arms, and you became absurdly aware of how close his shoulder was to yours. How his presence took up space in a way that made you want to step away and also… not.
“What’s good here?” he asked, glancing up at the menu like he’d never once had to choose something for himself without an assistant.
“Everything. But the cinnamon rolls are to die for.” you said. Then, because you couldn’t help it, because you wanted to break the stiffness that still lingered between you, you leaned in toward Nabi. You pointed at the toddler’s thighs, all soft baby roundness, and your voice dropped into the tone you always used with her. “Not as good as these rolls.”
You pretended to nibble at Nabi’s leg.
Nabi shrieked with laughter, squirming so hard Seokjin had to tighten his hold. She swatted at you with clumsy little hands, face scrunched in delighted outrage, and you leaned back just enough to let her “win.”
Then she lunged.
One second she was in Seokjin’s arms, the next she was throwing herself toward you like she’d decided this was the correct place to be. Seokjin’s body reacted, arms shifting instinctively, but he hesitated for a fraction too long like you weren’t supposed to be the one she reached for like that.
You didn’t hesitate, catching her easily, settling her against your chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. And Seokjin’s heart did a thing he refused to name. He blinked once, expression unchanged, but his hand stayed lifted for a beat as if it had forgotten what it was doing. Then he lowered it, clearing his throat.
“And what will you drink?” he asked, tone carefully neutral, like he hadn’t just watched his daughter choose you.
“Iced americano, please.”
You shifted Nabi on your hip, already reaching for your bag to grab your wallet, but your hands were full, Nabi’s fingers grabbing at your shirt collar like she owned you.
Seokjin moved faster, but not in a cutting way. More like he’d already decided you shouldn’t have to juggle a toddler and a wallet at the same time. His phone was out before you even found the zipper, thumb already on the payment app.
“Jin–” you started, reflex more than protest.
He finally looked at you then, just for a second, and there was a softness there that made your stomach dip.
“It’s fine.” he said, quiet, almost reassuring. “I invited you into this. Let me take care of it.”
The words should have felt simple and practical, placing the orders at the cashier before you could protest any longer.
Seokjin chose a table by the glass wall, sunlight spilling across the wood. A high chair sat nearby, abandoned by the previous family, and Nabi’s expression soured immediately at the sight of it, little mouth turning down like she’d been personally offended.
“She’s not going to like that.” you murmured.
“Yeah,” he glanced at his daughter and his mouth quirked, the edge of a smile tugging through. “I know.”
You sat and helped Nabi into the high chair anyway, because routines mattered and you were good at this. Nabi fussed, twisting and reaching for you with grabby hands, whimpering the moment you stepped back.
“It’s okay, tooks.” you soothed automatically, and Seokjin hovered for half a second like he wanted to reach in and fix it with his own hands. You grabbed the toothpick holder from the table and slid it toward her, tapping it lightly like it was fascinating. “Look. What’s this?”
Nabi’s eyes locked onto it and curiosity won. She poked at it with one finger, then two, then tried to pick it up with both hands as the tension in your shoulders eased a little.
Seokjin let out a breath, gaze softening as he watched you. It wasn’t just gratitude. It was that quiet, helpless kind of admiration that made him look away for a second and then look back, like he didn’t know what to do with how easy you made taking care of a toddler seem.
“How do you know this place?” he asked once the three of you settled, voice lower now as the café noise wrapped around you.
You tilted your head toward the window. “You see that tattoo shop across the street?”
He followed your gesture. Across the road, the hair-salon-turned-tattoo-shop sat with its lights off, shutters down because it was Sunday. The sign above it read Bangtan Ink, bold letters against the facade.
“My best friend owns it.” you said.
“Oh.”
Seokjin nodded, still looking where you’d pointed, like he was filing the detail away on purpose. Bangtan Ink was Hoseok’s long life dream, the quaint little place in Myeongdong. You had worked there as a receptionist for a couple months before he found someone nice enough to take your place.
Any questions he might have asked were interrupted when the Moonlight waitress arrived at your table with your drinks and pastries.
Nabi had been fully entertained by the toothpick holder, shaking it with both hands and squealing whenever a toothpick slipped free and clattered back into the little container. Each time it happened she giggled like it was the funniest trick in the world, cheeks lifting, eyes going crescent-shaped with delight.
But the second your dessert hit the table, it was like a switch flipped. Her head snapped toward the plate. Her whole body leaned forward in her chair as she reached with grabby hands, fingers opening and closing with urgent insistence. A soft whine built in her throat, half-demand, half-plea.
“You want it?” you asked, already tearing off a small piece before she could get her hands on the whole thing. The pastry was warm, the cinnamon smell rising in a sweet cloud as you broke it apart. Nabi watched every movement like you were performing magic. “Can you say ‘cinnamon roll’?”
Her mouth opened. Her brows pinched with concentration. A sound came out that was more enthusiasm than language, a string of babbles with the rhythm of a sentence, ending in a proud little chirp as if she’d nailed it.
Seokjin couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of him, breathy and surprised, like it had been sitting in his chest waiting for permission.
“Alright.” he said, shaking his head once, amusement softening his face. “I see what you’re doing.”
“She’s almost two.” your smile sharpened, eyes bright with it. “She should know how to say it.”
Jin knew you were teasing him. He also knew you weren’t doing it to make him feel small. You were doing it the way you did everything with Nabi, coaxing and playful, turning pressure into a game she could win. And for some reason, instead of bristling, he felt something loosen in him.
Seokjin watched you offer the bite to Nabi, watched the way you waited, patient and unhurried, letting her take it at her own pace. The way you wiped the corner of her mouth with your thumb without making a fuss. The way you talked to her like she was a person, not a job.
Maybe it was because you treated his daughter with a kind of care that always caught him off guard, like you didn’t even realize how rare it was.
Or maybe it was purely you. The easy warmth you carried into a space, the lightness in your smile. The way you made his life feel less like an obligation he was failing and more like something he could actually live in, even if it was only for a few minutes at a café table with cinnamon in the air and his daughter’s laughter filling the space between you.
Seokjin looked at you, then at Nabi, and felt the thought settle with unsettling clarity.
He was in big trouble.
JULY 7TH | 21:48
Nabi had been sleeping for several hours now, which meant you were supposed to be resting. She had only woken up again forty minutes ago, but overall you learned very quickly that she was a heavy sleeper. Living in someone else’s house –even if temporarily– was a little weird, and you were still getting used to it.
It’s been four days since you moved in last Sunday, and taking care of a toddler everyday was a lot more daunting than you ever thought it would be. There were a lot more tantrums when she didn’t want to get ready for daycare, a lot more tears when you knew she was most likely missing her mother, and a hell of a lot more running around.
But there were also a lot more cuddles, a lot more giggles and an overload of cuteness. Plus, it meant you could eat Mrs. Bak’s food everyday and didn’t have to cook at all. The woman did the cleaning and the cooking –adult food and baby food–, so you only had to worry about the toddler.
The guest bedroom Seokjin had prepared for you was a lot bigger than your own, but it felt strangely untouched, like a hotel room someone forgot to bring life into. The sheets were crisp, the bedside lamp perfectly centered, the closet empty except for extra hangers. You told yourself you’d bring something small next time you went home, a candle, a framed photo, even one of your throw blankets, anything that made it feel less like you were intruding in the space.
That thought stayed with you as you crossed the living room on your way to the kitchen, bare feet quiet against the floor, the apartment hushed in that late-night way where even the air felt softer. Nabi had gone down without a fight for once, and the silence still carried a faint echo of her giggles.
“Hey–”
“Oh, shit!” your whole body jumped, hands flying to your chest as you veered toward the nearest wall switch. Light flooded the room, sudden and bright, and your heartbeat kicked up hard enough to make you dizzy for a second.
Seokjin hissed under his breath and blinked against the brightness, one hand lifting instinctively to shield his eyes. You felt your cheeks warm immediately, a mix of embarrassment and the lingering shock of almost having your soul leave your body.
When your pulse finally stopped trying to escape your ribs, you looked at Seokjin properly, sitting on his couch.
Jin’s shirt was still buttoned, but the crispness was gone, fabric wrinkled from hours of wear. His dark navy tie hung undone around his neck, the knot loosened and tilted, like he’d given up halfway through pretending the day hadn’t gotten to him. His hair was messy, not in a styled way, just genuinely out of place.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” his voice came out tired but warm, and a small chuckle followed as he leaned his head back against the couch again.
“How long have you been there?” you asked quietly, still trying to shake off the adrenaline.
He shrugged, gaze drifting toward the dark window like time didn’t matter right now.
For the past four nights, Seokjin hadn’t come home before ten at night. He’d warned you he was rushing through his schedule so he could come home earlier in the following weeks, so he could actually be present with Nabi. You understood it in theory. In practice, it still made something twist in you every time you heard his key in the door when the apartment was already asleep.
You watched him for a second longer than you should have. His shoulders looked heavy in a way they didn’t during the day. His mouth was set, but not harsh, just worn down at the edges.
“Would you like a drink?” you kept your tone light, helpful, giving yourself something simple to do with your hands and your nerves.
“You're not here to work like that. Nabi is in bed, you should rest too.” he sounded tired, but not dismissive, like he meant it as care and not an order.
“I don’t mind Mr. Kim.” you shrugged, trying to make it feel casual, like your heart wasn’t still beating too fast.
His head straightened, and for a moment he looked like he was choosing his words carefully. Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he might not trust himself.
“Only if you drink with me. And if you stop calling me Mr. Kim.” the corner of his mouth lifted, small and quiet, the closest thing to a smile he’d offered so far.
“Okay, oppa.” the honorific left your tongue easier than it should have, sweet without you meaning it to be.
Seokjin didn’t say anything, but you felt his attention follow you as you crossed the living room. Your pajamas were simple, soft cotton with little red hearts scattered over them, the kind of set you’d wear without thinking twice in your own apartment.
You reached up to the high cabinet where the alcohol was stored safely out of reach from toddler fingers, your fingertips brushing the wood before you found the handle. The glass bottles clinked softly when you moved them, a small sound that felt too sharp in the quiet.
“Stressful day?” you asked, glancing back at him as you set the chosen bottle down.
“Stressful week. Month. Year.” his voice was dry, but there was no bite in it, just exhaustion.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” you meant it, along with the softness around your words.
You poured two small glasses, the amber catching the light. The smell of whiskey rose up warm and sharp as you carried them over, careful not to spill. Your hands looked too delicate around the weight of the glass.
Seokjin took his time sitting up. He accepted the drink, fingers brushing yours as you passed it, and the contact lasted half a second longer than necessary. He stared into the glass like it held the answers he’d been looking for. You could see the strain in the line of his brow, the way his shoulders stayed tense even here.
Then the words slipped out of him, rawer than you’d ever heard him.
“My friends think I should just get laid.” he said it like he was testing how it sounded in the room, and his eyes flicked to your face immediately after, as if bracing for impact.
Your feet halted mid-step as you moved to sit beside him, surprise tightening your throat. For a second you just stood there, the whiskey steady in your hands, the apartment too quiet.
“I shouldn’t speak like that. I’m sorry, it’s unprofessional.” his voice softened on the apology, sincere and a little frustrated with himself.
“My workday ended when Nabi went to sleep.” you lowered yourself onto the couch with him, careful to leave a respectful space in between you. “It’s okay, I'm not a child.”
“I know.” he swallowed, gaze dropping to his glass. It came out low, almost too honest.
You took a slow sip, letting the burn give you something to focus on. The whiskey warmed your throat and settled in your chest, and you tried not to think about how aware you suddenly were of his breathing beside you.
“You’ve been divorced for a year right?” you asked after a beat, voice gentle, offering him an easier path back to safer conversation.
“Hm.” he nodded slightly, eyes still forward.
“How long has it been then?” you continued, and you felt your mouth go a little dry as you asked it. This was new territory, and you knew it. You could feel the line under your feet, thin and dangerous.
You weren’t blind to the way he sometimes watched you when he thought you weren’t looking. You weren’t innocent enough to pretend the soft, lingering touches were always accidental. There were moments that sat between you like questions neither of you knew how to ask out loud.
Seokjin took another sip, then let out a quiet chuckle that didn’t quite reach.
“If we’re really talking about this I might need another drink.” he cracked his neck, rolling it once, then again, as if trying to shake off the tension that lived in his shoulders lately.
Your heart thumped harder at the movement, at the faint glimpse of skin where his collar had loosened.
After what felt like too long, he spoke again:
“I haven’t been with anyone after my divorce.” he said it plainly, like he was ripping off a bandage, following the words with large gulps of the golden liquid.
“What? How?” the surprise escaped you before you could smooth it into something more polite.
“I work late, and I get Nabi on the weekends. Besides, even if I did find a date in between, I come with baggage.” the reasons came out practiced, like he’d been repeating them to himself for a long time, like he knew he was giving you excuses.
You didn’t take another sip of your own drink, just held the glass in both hands on your lap, feeling the cool rim under your fingers.
Seokjin looked at you over the edge of his glass. His eyes were steady now, and the directness of it made heat creep up your neck. You wanted to shift. You wanted to pull your legs closer. The living room felt warmer than it had a minute ago. The air conditioner hummed softly somewhere in the background. The city lights outside painted faint reflections across the glass wall. Nabi’s bedroom stayed silent down the hall.
You were painfully aware that the house had gone quiet hours ago. Nabi asleep, Mrs. Bak long gone, the hallway lights dimmed to soft amber. Just you and Jin on the wide sectional in the living room.
You shouldn’t have asked. You knew it the second the words left your mouth:
“You don’t have to find a new wife to feel good, oppa.” your voice came out softer than you meant, almost careful, like you were handing him an out. “You don’t like fucking casually?”
Seokjin’s breath hitched. Not loud, but you heard it: the tiny catch in his throat, the way his fingers flexed once around his glass before going still. He looked down at the dark gold swirl inside it, then lifted his eyes to yours. Guarded. Open. Something raw flickering behind the calm he usually wore.
“I’ve been with Hiah since school.” just fact, laid bare. “Can’t say I ever have.”
The silence that followed pressed against your eardrums. Heavy and warm. You realized you were holding your breath, chest tight, skin prickling where the air touched it. His gaze didn’t waver, and you wondered what he saw on your face.
Your pulse thumped loud in your ears, louder than the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen. The couch leather creaked when you shifted, just an inch, but it felt like the room noticed.
Hoseok’s voice cut through your head then, sharp and fond as if he were lounging on the armrest beside you: The Yn I know goes for what she wants.
And right now, god help you, what you wanted was Jin.
You set your glass on the coffee table, the clink sounding obscene in the quiet.
“You deserve to be taken care of too…” you said, words steady even though your hands weren’t. “I don’t have to be here just for Nabi.”
Jin didn’t miss the promise behind your words, he couldn't have. Not when his eyes darkened half a shade, not when his Adam’s apple slid on a slow swallow.
Your name left him soft, almost a sigh. “Yn.”
The sound of it in his mouth twisted something low in your belly. Fear spiked sharp behind your ribs: rejection incoming, this fragile thing about to shatter.
“Don’t talk like that.” it came out rougher than he probably meant, edged with a groan he couldn’t quite swallow nor hide.
“Why?” you asked, bolder now. Heart hammering so hard you were sure he could see it under your shirt.
“We shouldn’t.” his voice dropped lower. Eyes locked on yours, dark and unblinking, like he was trying to talk himself out of the gravity pulling him closer.
“I know.”
He said your name again and this time it wasn’t a warning, but a plea. A crack in the wall he’d built around himself for years.
You watched the exact second he gave in: the almost-imperceptible nod, the slow blink, the faint lift of his brows like he was asking ‘are you sure?’ and answering himself at the same time.
You moved before you could second-guess it. Reached for his glassfingers brushing his, warm and steady, and set it beside yours with a quiet clink. Then you were climbing over him, one knee planting on the cushion beside his thigh, the other swinging across until you settled in his lap.
Careful. Slow. Like approaching something wild that might bolt. And he let you.
Jin didn’t pull away, he didn’t push. Just exhaled shakily as your weight settled, thighs bracketing his hips, palms finding his shoulders for balance. The heat of him seeped through his shirt instantly, solid chest rising and falling too fast, the faint tremor in his hands where they hovered at your waist, not quite touching yet.
You weren’t used to being the one to start things like this, the bravery you were wearing felt paper-thin, nerves churning hot in your stomach.
“We don’t have to–” his voice cracked on the last word, like reading your hesitance as regret, as if you’d already changed your mind. His hands finally settled, light, tentative on your hips like he was afraid to hold on too hard.
“Please, oppa.” it came out smaller than you intended.
His thumbs flexed against the fabric of your shirt, like he was testing the reality of you there. Then his grip tightened just enough. Enough to say yes.
“Wanna kiss you.”
The confession slipped out when you caught his gaze lingering too long, too heavy on your mouth. You’d fantasized about those lips for months: plush, pink, always curved in that gentle half-smile when he thanked you for staying late. Now they parted slightly, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet them in a slow, unconscious sweep that felt like an invitation he hadn’t noticed.
Your hands were already braced on his shoulders, fingers curling into the crisp cotton of his shirt. You leaned in inch by inch, giving him every chance to pull back. He didn’t.
The first press of your lips was soft, tentative and almost polite. His breath rushed warm against your mouth, carrying the faint, dark strength of the whisky you’d both been nursing. Then his lips parted wider and yours followed, tongues brushing in a slow, exploratory glide.
You tilted your head the opposite way, chasing the angle that let you sink deeper. Your chest brushed his; the hard plane of him against the softness of you. A tiny sound escaped your throat, half sigh, half moan, and he swallowed it, answering with a low, rumbling hum that vibrated through your ribs.
Jin’s fingers flexed on your hips, tentative at first, then firmer, like he was reminding himself he was allowed to hold you here. The pressure sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly. You stayed still for a heartbeat, letting the kiss stay languid, sensual, tasting him like you had all night. But then he tugged, subtle, but insistent, pulling your hips forward until your core settled more fully against the growing hardness beneath his slacks.
A groan tore from his throat, muffled against your mouth.
Your fingers slid into his hair, threading through the soft strands at his nape, tugging just enough to tilt his head back so you could kiss him deeper. You rolled your hips once and felt him twitch beneath you. Hard and ready.
The realization hit like a spark: Kim Seokjin, your boss, the man who paid your salary, the father of the little girl you had just tucked in to sleep, was losing composure under you. The power of it made your head spin, dizzy and intoxicating.
You broke the kiss when your lungs burned, pulling back just enough to see his face. Pupils blown wide, dark and glassy. His lips were even redder now, swollen from your attention, parted on shallow breaths. Beautiful and ever and absolutely wrecked.
“I can feel you…” you whispered, voice small and shaky despite the boldness still thrumming through you. Another roll of your hips, harsher this time, grinding down deliberately, and his cock jerked against you through the layers of fabric. “Always wanted to–”
“Fuck.” the word punched out of him, rougher than you’d ever heard. His hands slid lower, cupping your ass with both palms, squeezing hard enough to lift you slightly before guiding you back down in a slow, controlled drag against him. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing skin, open-mouthed, hot, not quite a kiss but close enough to make you shiver. His breath fanned damp across your collarbone as his right hand slipped under the hem of your pajama top, fingers splaying across bare stomach, then higher, stopping just shy of your breast. Thumb brushing the underside, testing.
Every cell in him screamed conflict. This was wrong on every level he could name: you were too young, too bright, too much his employee. The same girl who smiled sweetly when Nabi babbled at her, who never complained about late nights. And here he was, thirty-something, divorced, supposed to be the responsible one, rutting up into you like he couldn’t stop himself. His cock throbbed painfully with every grind; his mind yelled at him to pull back, to apologize, to remember the power imbalance he held even now.
His body ignored it.
“Touch me, Jin.” your voice cracked on his name, soft and pleading.
He exhaled hard against your throat, then his hand moved. Jin cupped your breast fully. The weight of it filled his palm, soft and warm, nipple already peaked and dragging against his skin. He rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger, testing, and you arched into the touch with a whimper that shot straight to his groin.
He thrust up instinctively, hips chasing friction like he was twenty again and hadn’t touched anyone in years. The friction was maddening; too much fabric, not enough skin.
You giggled suddenly, breathless.
“Wrong one.” your voice was teasing, light despite the tremor in it. You pushed gently at his shoulders until he eased back, dazed eyes tracking your movements. “I have something to show you. Hope it’s not a deal breaker.”
He froze. “Mm?”
Then you hooked your fingers under the hem of your top and peeled it off in one smooth motion.
The air left his lungs in a sharp, audible rush.
Your skin glowed under living room lights, smooth, flawless, untouched by time in a way that made his chest ache with something like reverence and guilt all at once. Breasts round, perky, nipples tight from the cool air and his earlier attention. And on the left one: a delicate barbell piercing, two tiny pink heart-shaped gems glinting on either side of the small bud.
He stared. Mouth open. Brain short-circuiting.
“Holy fuck.” he breathed.
Your earlier words clicked into place. Hope it’s not a deal breaker.
Seokjin’s cock gave a hard, helpless twitch in his pants. He could’ve come right then, fully dressed, untouched beyond the grinding.
“That’s…” Jin swallowed, voice gravel-rough. “That’s sexy as fuck.”
His eyes flicked up to yours, dark, hungry, but still holding that last thread of restraint. One hand stayed on your hip, thumb stroking slow circles like he was anchoring himself. The other lifted, hesitant, reverent, until the pad of his thumb brushed the barbell. A tiny tug, barely there, and your back bowed, a soft gasp spilling from your lips.
He watched your face the whole time. Watched the way your lips parted, the way your pupils swallowed the color of your irises. Watched you react to him.
And something possessive and dark flickered in his chest.
You giggled again, soft, surprised, and so delighted when his reaction wasn’t shock or recoil but pure, unguarded hunger. Seokjin didn’t strike you as the type: polished suits, boardroom voice, the kind of man who probably thought body mods belonged to rebellious college kids. Yet here he was, eyes dark and glassy, thumbs already circling the tiny heart-shaped gems like they were something precious.
Both hands cupped your breasts now, warm palms cradling their weight. He flicked the barbell once, gentle and testing, and a sharp hiss escaped you, spine arching involuntarily.
“Does it hurt?” his gaze snapped to your face, chocolate eyes searching.
“Only if you pull it, or bite it.” your voice came out breathy. You reached up, fingers sliding into his hair, pushing the messy strands back from his forehead. They were wilder now than when you’d found him alone in the living room, disheveled by your hands, by your want. You cradled the back of his neck and guided him closer until his lips hovered over your chest. “But I like it.”
He exhaled a shaky chuckle against your skin. “Of course you do.”
The sound vibrated through you. He’d stopped expecting predictability from you tonight; every layer you peeled back surprised him, enticed him more. His cock throbbed painfully inside his trousers, the head already slick and leaking enough that he could feel the damp patch spreading against his thigh. He tried not to think about how pathetic it was, how long it had been since anyone had touched him like this, how fast you were unraveling years of careful restraint.
“I’ve been told it feels quite good on your tongue too.” you whispered, nails scratching his scalp.
Seokjin’s mouth found the soft valley between your breasts first with open kisses, slow drags of tongue, tasting salt and warm skin. Then he moved higher, lips brushing the underside of one breast before teeth grazed the side in a sudden, possessive bite. Not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to mark. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, the sharp tug sending fire across his scalp.
A darker part of him reared up at the thought: others had seen you like this. Tasted you. Known the hitch in your breath when they played with that piercing. It was irrational, unfair and slightly hypocritical, but right now, with you trembling in his lap, you were his. He wanted the evidence of it on your skin, even if just for tonight.
He soothed the bite with a slow, wet lick, tongue flattening over the faint imprint before trailing kisses upward. When he reached your nipple, he paused, breath hot against the tight peak, then wrapped plush lips around it. The barbell clicked softly against his teeth; he rolled the metal between tongue and roof of his mouth, savoring the cool silver contrast against your fever-hot skin. He sucked with gentle pulls at first, then deeper, tongue flicking the heart charms in quick, teasing strokes.
Your hips stuttered, grinding down harder. Through his slacks and your thin sleep shorts, he could feel the slick heat of your pussy soaking through; wet enough that every roll dragged obscene friction against his aching length. The sounds spilling from your throat were filthy-sweet: soft whimpers building to breathy moans, louder with each swirl of his tongue.
He pulled off with a wet pop, lips glistening.
“Shhh, baby.” his voice was low, rough, edged with sudden awareness. Nabi’s room was only a hallway away. “Gotta be quiet.”
“Fuck–sorry.” you bit your lip, trying to muffle yourself, one hand still fisted in his hair while the other slid down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, until your palm cupped the thick ridge of his cock. You squeezed, firm and exploratory, and felt him jump under your touch. “You feel so good, though.”
Jin groaned into your neck, hips jerking up instinctively. Your small hand worked him through the fabric, stroking the length, cupping the heavy weight of his balls, and every pass sent sparks up his spine. His stomach clenched, balls drawing tight. Too much. Too fast. He hadn’t been this close to the edge from dry humping since he was a teenager.
He tried to hold it back, tried to breathe through it, but your thumb swiped over the wet spot at the tip, pressing just right, and the dam broke.
“Oh–fuck–”
His whole body locked up. Cock pulsing hard against your palm, hot spurts soaking through his boxers and slacks in embarrassing waves. He trembled beneath you, breath ragged, face buried in your shoulder as the aftershocks rolled through him.
You froze for a heartbeat. Then your fingers gentled, stroking him through the mess without pulling away.
When Seokjin finally lifted his head, his cheeks were flushed crimson, eyes glassy with mortification and lingering heat. Frustration flickered there too, annoyance at himself, at his body betraying him so quickly.
“It’s okay.” you whispered, cupping his jaw to tilt his face up. You kissed the high flush on his cheekbones, then his swollen mouth. “Really.”
“How can you–” his voice cracked. “That’s not–”
“It’s flattering.” your smile was sweet, not teasing. “Means you wanted this as bad as I did.”
He exhaled hard, something loosening in his chest. He didn’t bother with excuses; it had never happened before, not like this. But the truth was humiliatingly simple: you undid him. Your scent clinging to his shirt, your taste still on his tongue, your nails on his scalp, your hips never giving him a second to catch his breath. Too long without touch. Too much want.
And now he had something to prove.
You started to shift, ready to climb off, already mentally filing this under incredible makeout, maybe a cold shower later, but Seokjin moved faster.
One arm banded around your waist; the other braced on the couch. In a smooth, controlled motion he flipped you both. Your back met the cool, wipe-clean leather with a soft thump. You squeaked, half surprise, half laugh, and the sound vanished as his mouth covered yours again, deeper this time, hungrier.
He settled between your thighs, weight pinning you deliciously. One hand caught your wrists, lifting them above your head and pressing them lightly to the cushion, not restraining, just holding. A quiet reminder of who was bigger, older, the one who could stop this with a word if he wanted.
He didn’t want to stop.
Jin’s free hand dragged down your side in that slow and possessive way, fingers tracing the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip, before slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. Not diving in yet. Teasing the sensitive skin just above your mound.
He broke the kiss, lips brushing your ear.
“You’re really gonna have to be quiet for this, baby.”
The word slipped from him again, and your heart stuttered hard enough you felt it in your throat. He hadn’t called anyone that in years. Hadn’t wanted to. Until you.
“For what?” you breathed, already knowing, already aching.
Seokjin’s mouth curved against your collarbone. “For when I make you cum on my tongue.”
Your breath snagged. Back arching off the leather as he began his slow descent, kissing the soft swell of your stomach, dipping his tongue into your navel just to feel you shiver. Jin’s hands roamed your thighs: warm palms sliding up the insides, thumbs brushing dangerously close to where you were already dripping for him. You bit your lip hard, trying to swallow the sounds clawing up your throat, eyes locked on his face as he explored you like he was memorizing every inch.
“Can I take these off?” he paused at your hips, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it. “Please, oppa–” The plea came out whisper-thin, hips already lifting to help.
The man hooked his fingers under the waistband of your cotton shorts and dragged them down, slow enough to make you squirm. When they cleared your ankles and he realized you were bare underneath, a low, guttural groan tore from his chest. He sat back on his heels for a second, just staring.
Completely naked under him while he was still in his half-unbuttoned shirt and slacks, cock visibly thickening again behind the damp fabric. Your skin flushed hot under his gaze, breasts heaving, nipples still shiny from his earlier attention, the piercing glinting in the low light. Thighs trembling. Pussy glistening, swollen, lips parted and slick.
“Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Look at this soaked little pussy. So fucking pretty.”
“Seokjin– please–”
Your whine cracked the quiet. He exhaled hard through his nose, then lifted one of your legs to drape over the back of the couch, the other falling open to the side. The stretch exposed you completely, cool air kissing wet heat, making your hole clench around nothing. His broad shoulders settled between your thighs as he lowered himself, stomach flat to the leather, face inches from where you needed him most.
He didn’t tease for long.
Jin’s tongue pushed between your folds in one long, slow drag, parting the sticky mess, flattening to lap up the flood of arousal coating you. The taste hit him like a drug: sweet-tart, heady, addictive. He swallowed audibly, moaned low in his throat, the vibration rumbling straight through your clit.
“Goddamn–” he growled against you. “You taste so fucking good.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the whimper that threatened to be too loud. The other flew to his hair, fingers twisting tight as he licked you open, broad strokes from your entrance to your clit, then back down, tongue dipping inside your fluttering hole just enough to make your hips buck. His large hands clamped your thighs wider, holding you pinned and spread while he devoured.
When his plush lips finally closed around your clit, you nearly sobbed. He sucked, gentle pulls at first, then harder, tongue flicking rapid little circles over the swollen bud while the flat of it pressed and rolled. Wet, obscene slurping filled the room, mixed with his muffled groans of pure enjoyment. He wasn’t breathing properly, too focused, too greedy, but he didn’t care. Neither did you.
Your hips rolled up to meet his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his face. Slick smeared across his chin, his cheeks; he only pressed deeper, nose bumping your clit when his tongue fucked back inside you.
“Jin–fuck–oh shit–”
You were trying. You really were. But the man was relentless; tongue swirling in tight, filthy patterns you didn’t even know existed, lips sucking your clit like he was starving. One hand slid up to pinch and tug at your pierced nipple; the sharp spark shot straight to your core.
“Gonna cum–don’t stop–please–”
He hummed approval against you, vibration ripping another choked moan from your throat, then did something wicked: pointed his tongue and twirled it around your clit in fast, tight circles while sucking at the same time. Your vision whited out. Back bowing off the couch, thighs clamping around his head, fingers yanking his hair so hard it had to hurt.
You came hard, a shattering, silent scream trapped behind your palm. Waves of pleasure crashed through you: pussy clenching and gushing against his tongue, legs shaking, toes curling. He didn’t stop, licking you through every pulse, slower now, savoring the fresh flood of wetness until your hips jerked from overstimulation.
When you finally collapsed, limp, boneless, chest heaving, he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against your inner thigh. Lips and chin shiny with you. Breathing ragged. Eyes dark and blown when they met yours.
Your name left him like a prayer. “Baby…”
He kissed the soft skin of your thigh once, then again, higher, tasting the mess he’d made of you.
Your vision was blurry with static, limbs falling limp on the couch as you forgot your own name.
His name, however, was pretty damn clear on your mind.
Synopsis: Being in your first online relationship is hard, but you and Felix have came over every obstacle. So why is it so hard to say the L word?
Paring: bf!Felix x!female reader
Genre: fluff, angus
Song of the day: My Love by: Justin Timberlake ft T.I + Need U Bad by: Jazmine Sullivan
w.c: 1,258
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Felix should of listened to his best friend Chan when he told him that relationships are hard. He should have listened to dad when he said that love isn't easy. Because it's not. Felix was so stuck in his lust of you that he didn't realize how hard it is to keep not only you happy, but him as well.
2 years. Felix has been with you for two years, and even though it doesn't feel like it's been that long, it has. Two long years of being in love with you. But he hasn't said it. Either has you. Which to any normal person it should be easy right? But he just can't open his mouth to say it. Felix always said that I'll be easy if he was with you, in person 24/7 he probably would have said it.
But you aren't.
You two are on two different sides of the world. Him living in Korea full time now and you living in New York. With the time difference it hasn't made you guys grew apart. If anything, Felix has always tried to make you his first priority over anyone. Even when he book that plane ticket for your birthday years ago.
But, Felix wouldn't say that your relationship has been sunshine and butterflies, he'll be lying if he did. In any relationship you have the honeymoon faze where nothing can go wrong. Then as time goes on, something messes up. And then it's a hump you guys need to figure out how to make it better. Felix can't even count the times he's called Chan frustrated at something you did or something he can't fix.
Felix realized that being in a long distance relationship takes patience, time, and more effort than one in person would. Like right now, he's watching you play sims on discord. You're sharing your screen in a private call. You're camera on, sitting in your gaming chair. Your hair sitting on the top of your head in a messy bun, lips in a thin line as you concentrate on your computer screen building a house for your new family. Felix is lying in his bed, blanket on his lap as he props his phone in his lap. His blonde hair sitting on his forehead while the rest is in a ponytail.
It was very late in Korea, maybe around 2 am? That's what Felix felt like it was once he heard his roommate and best friend, Chan, moving around outside his door and into the bathroom next to his room. "Sunshine?" Felix hears your tiny voice vibrate his ears as he looks down again at his phone. "Yes baby." He says softly, his voice a little bit raspier. He sees you look at the camera, a small smile forms your lips. "You look tired. We can always watch me play sims a different day if you want. I know you been up all day because of work my love." Felix can feel his heart beat from your words. That was one of the many things Felix fell in love with you was how caring you were about him. Not just him, but everyone and everything.
"As much as I want to take your offer and sleep, I want to spend time with you baby-" He could see your mouth open to again, and he cuts you off. "Plus you said that you'll show me the family you're putting in that house. So I have to see it to the end baby." A deep laugh leaves his lips as you roll your eyes and he watches you save the game and then exit, turning off the screen sharing. "Baby." He says with a sigh and you shake your head getting up from your computer desk and then grabbing your phone. "One moment." He hears you say and you switch from your computer to your phone.
"Sleep, you need it sunshine. I'll be here when you wake up i promise." You say to him as you too get in your bed. The sun peaking through your pink curtains. As much as Felix wanted to argue he knew you'll never take no as an answer. So he nodded then reaches over to his lamp to turn it off. After he does that he gets back comfortable under this blanket, putting his phone to the side as he faces the wall, his phone on the charger and he watches you get in your bed too. Felix closes his eyes for a moment, and then he hears you say those three words he hasn't dared to say. "I love you." But he doesn't respond. Matter of fact he fakes like he's sleep.
He's been dodging you since then. So much so that you're now noticing it too. You do ask about it, you ask him what his problem is, or is it something you did wrong. And he tells you no, it's not you, or that he's busy with the new album, which isn't necessarily a lie, but he feels like he's lying.
Lying about his true feelings deep down. And when you look at him, tears in your eyes because you do feel like you did something wrong, it hurts him. Why? All because he didn't say it back. "Baby.." he says one day when you two are on the phone, he was in the studio. Spinning in one of the chairs as he lets out a deep sigh. "Can we not talk about this right now?"
"Not talk about it? Felix." You say, your voice getting slightly higher with each sentence. "You been dodging me, not even fucking that after I said I love you, you start making excuses. 'I have to go, I have to do this, I have to do that, it's getting pretty late don't you think, oh Chan calling me pretty.' How the hell am I supposed to feel? Just say you don't love me, Tell me that you're scared of commitment. Committing to me." Felix felt like you hit him with a brick. "Did I do something wrong?" You finally ask making him quickly shake his head.
"No baby, you could never do anything to make me mad, or feel unhappy in this relationship." He says, before taking a deep breath. "I am scared. I'm scared of messing up, scared of..scared of not loving you to your full potential. What if I can't love you like you love me? What if I can't be the best boyfriend, future husband, father, what if it's not meant to be?" Felix starts rambling off, naming things he can do wrong which makes your heart beat. "Felix, hunny, if those things happen we talk about it. That's what we are supposed to do in a relationship. I love you, so much. So whatever happens, we'll face it together okay?"
For the first time in Felix life he wasn't afraid. Wasn't afraid of messing up, messing up what you two had. Because the love you two shared meant more than his anxiety, and for the first time in his life he said those three words that made you break into tears. "I love you so much Princess."
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her.
She doesn’t know the word “loss.”
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls — but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again —
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
Synopsis: Jimin and you have been together for quite some time, but there's just one thing you haven't done with him when having sex. Is him having his hands around your pretty little throat.
Paring: IdolJimin x!female reader
Genre: fluff & smut
sw: choking (f.rec), soft dom Jimin, fingering (f.rec) dirty talk, name calling ( dove ), they do this in front of a mirror by the way so :)
Song of the day: Oh Rosy by Milena + Beautiful Strangers ( Japanese version) by Tomorrow x Together
w.c: 1,156
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Jimin will do anything for you. Buy you anything you wanted. You could ask him for a new car and he'll say yes. That's just the type of boyfriend you had. But you'll also do the same for him. Anything he ever wanted you didn't hesitate to do so. Even when he did his military service and he asked you to send him his favorite snacks in a box so he could share with some of his new friends he met in there, you did.
You learned that Jimin was giver. He worried about everyone else before himself. So when it came to you, he questioned everything. From his words to how he handled you inside the bedroom room and outside. And he never wants to hurt you. It just wasn't in his nature to do so. But when you asked him randomly one day in the car if he ever thought about choking you Jimin couldn't felt the tiny squeak that left out of his mouth.
"Dove what?" His voice was slightly higher than normal, his pale cheeks now flushed pink as he turns quickly to look at you then back at the road. Jimin's hand unclench the steering will and then relaxes his fingers again. "It was just a question Minnie." That stupid giggle you let out when you say his name makes his heart flutter inside.
Which is why Jimin is now thinking about it at this moment of time with you in between his legs, your legs widen. You both are in front of the mirror Jimin randomly has in his bedroom. Your pussy is glistening with spit and your juices. You can feel them dripping down your ass as your boyfriend trails his finger on your lips, pulling them apart slowly to show off your pinkish pretty pussy he likes to call it. You watch as he takes his time, his dark brown eyes now blown out. Your boyfriend hair is now sticking to his forehead, and he bites his pinkish bottom lip.
Throughout your many sexual encounters with your boyfriend you learned that Jimin loved pretty much everything about you. How thick your thighs are when you sit down. He loved the tiny tummy pouch you had when you sit down. He loved how your boobs spilled over in his hand as he grips them, playing with your nipples in the process. But most of all he loved how you submitted to him. The look in your eyes as you plead for him to touch you was everything to him. You'll do anything he ever wanted in a snap of a finger. Maybe it was the power, or the fact that he'll do the same to you. Either way it went Jimin just loved you.
A little sigh leaves your lips as Jimin circles your clit and you move slightly at the sensitivity. "I haven't even touched you yet dove and you're already shaking?" He comments, and a low chuckle leaves his lips. You watch as he trails his finger from your clit down to your dripping hole, and he sticks one finger inside. A whimper leaves your throat as he then sticks another finger inside, stretching you open as he moves his fingers.
Each time he brings his fingers out he pushes them back in and your pussy sucks him back deeper. You can hear him breathing heavily, his lips trailing down the back of your ear to the side of your neck, sucking and biting down softly. His fingers still moving, curling upwards trying to find your sweet spot. You can't help the moans leaving your mouth, as they get higher and higher. Your legs shaking and at one moment you try to close them and Jimin forces them open. "Keep them open. Yes baby don't tell me no." He says in your ear and he moves his fingers harder. "Hm, where's that spot of yours." He has himself once he slows down a bit trying to find the angle he's looking for. He moves up again and a different sound leaves your lips. "Ah. There it is." And he keeps hitting it.
Your eyes are close shut, and you grip into Jimin's arm as he hits it again, and again. To the point that you're breathing heavily, your eyes are now filled with tears and your babbling now. He hasn't even fucked you yet and you're already babbling about nonsense. And yet, he's loving it.
"Dove, look at how you're just creaming up my fingers right now. Fuck this is a good site to see, you should let me take a picture. Oh you'll like that don't you? You like it when I talk to you like this, you're so fucked out that you don't care what I do to you, I can even bring my hand around that pretty little throat and you'll go crazy won't you?" He doesn't even give you a chance to think about it as you feel him his hand wrap around your throat, and he tilts your face up so he put his lips on yours.
Your moans are now broken, and you suck his fingers back in as he sneaks in third finger going faster. You could feel the pit of your stomach burning, that beautiful itch you just so needed making you soak his fingers as you gush, and god the sounds your pussy is making, Jimin can't think straight. He's so pussy drunk that he doesn't even notice your cumming around his fingers. And the grip on your throat is now tighter. Your eyes are filled with stars, and you're sobbing now as he drags your orgasm longer until he feels like you're done. And when he's done and releasing your throat, Jimin sticks his tongue inside your mouth, moaning.
When you pull away, a line of spit leaves both of your lips and you feel him pull his fingers out of you slowly, before putting them to his lips and sucking them off. A soft giggle leaves your lips as he stares at you once he's done. "What?" He ask, clearly confused at your reaction and you just shake your head and flip over, and straddle his lap. "Nothing, maybe you should put your cock down my throat, hm?"
"Fuck. Dove, oh you're gonna be the death of me."
"Isn't that the point." You say and squeal once he slaps your ass.
In cloud nine it says Jae was my first boyfriend, but it also says we’re best friends so I wondered why did we break up
AH! okay!
So I figured that’ll confuse some people. When I put bf I should of just went like bsf but I didn’t because truth be told I couldn’t get my brain to work and figure out what I could use to shorten best friend😭 I’m sorry for the confusion!
Synopsis: Who would have thought having sex with your best friend would feel this good?
Paring: bsfJaehyun x!female reader
Genre: Smut
sw: rough sex, unprotected sex, car sex, fingering (f.rec), choking (f.rec) s/d dynamics, spitting, (f.rec), daddy kink, dirty talk, hard dom Jaehyun, name calling, ( calls oc a slut)
song of the day: TiO by ZAYN
w.c: 2149
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a/n: I been on a roll lately- I hope you enjoy! I kinda miss doing smut almost. It was fun being able to do this actually. It’s not proofread! FYI. I literally just finished writing it not to long ago😭
Fucking your best friend shouldn't be the list of things you do on a typical Friday night. Especially when no one else knows you two do. Especially when it shouldn't feel so good doing it. Your mom always told you that one day down the line you might regret your decisions. But so far? You don't regret it one bit. How can you when he's fucks you so good?
You and Jaehyun have been best friends since middle school. He's seen basically everything in your life, your first boyfriend, his first girlfriend, even when you got braces for the first time and couldn't eat for a week straight and then he decided he'll get some too so you wouldn't be alone.
Jaehyun was your other half, you guys basically did everything together. Told each other everything. You don't think there's ever been a line you two didn't cross, well except one. You might be wondering how this sort of dynamic happened and it was one drunk night at his apartment.
Jaehyun had asked if you had any weird kinks you wanted to share, just for shits and giggles. Obviously you would have told him if you did, but you didn't. "No? I don't think so." You giggled out and grab your beer can again and bring it to your lips. Jaehyun lips form into a pout, he didn't like your answer. "You're lying." He says, he points his finger at you. His cheeks flushed red and his eyes glossy. "Am not." You say when you lower the beer can. "How are you going to tell me Jae."
"Because I can't be the only one!" That makes you laugh again and you lean back against his couch, your head tilts back as you fill his living room with your laughter. "It's not that fucking funny dude." He says which makes you laugh even harder. He groans and rolls his eyes, and leans forward off the couch to put his can on the coffee table in front of him. "Can you be serious for like once in your life? No?" You stop your laughing fit and sit up straight, you move your braids out your face and wipe your eyes before putting your can on the coffee table as well.
"Well I'm sorry that you're funny." You say to your best friend. Jaehyun rolls his eyes again and you watch him get off the couch and walk to the kitchen. "I didn't even tell you what my kink I liked for you to laugh like that." You hear his voice in the kitchen and him opening his fridge. "Oh you're acting like it's so outrageous. I bet it's normal." You say back to him and Jaehyun comes out of the kitchen with two more beer cans and walks over to hand you one. "I- well I'm not sure to be honest." He mumbles as he walks back to his spot on the couch. "I mean i liked to be choked. That's normal." You say and pop open your beer and take a sip. Jaehyun blinks at your outburst. "Did you just say choke?"
"Yeah?"
"Like as in someone's hand around your throat?"
"What else would it be?" Jaehyun watches you glare at him and he throws one of his hands up in defense. "Well shit I'm just asking! English isn't my first language!"
"Dude that was so simple." This time it's your turn to roll your eyes at him. Jaehyun mumbles something under his breath as he drinks again and you tilt your head. "What you say?"
"I liked to be called daddy." He brings the can away from his mouth. Jaehyun eyes watches your face react. At first you nod, not truly taking in his words but the more you repeat it in your head, your eyes widen. "I wasn't expecting that. Like honestly." You say and Jaehyun just shrugs. "I heard it in this really bad porn video and kinda been hooked on it ever since."
"So you just found this out? Like you never tested this out?"
"Nope." Jaehyun looks down at his beer, he tilts it side to side as he speaks. "I'm not the best at telling someone what I want when it comes to sex."
"Can I try it?" As quickly as you say it, you regret it. Your hand covers your mouth and Jaehyun head quickly pops up to look at you. "What." His dark brown eyes feels like they are going to pop out of his skull, and his heart beats a little bit faster. He goes to open his mouth again but closes it again as he watches you. You can feel his eyes study you. Feeling out if you really said it. This was the first time you ever been stared at with so much..fire. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your hands were sweaty, your throat dry. "Wait I ain't mean it like that-"
"Yeah." He cuts you off. Jaehyun puts his beer next to the many empty ones on the table and he gets up from his spot and walks over to you. Your eyes widen as he walks over. "What are you doing?" You ask and he doesn't say anything. He grabs your beer can and leans forward and reaches behind your head to put it on the small table behind you. His scent felt intoxicating, your mind clouded as you feel him this close. You look up at him once you feel his face inches next to yours. From up close you really take in his features. Like how plumped his lips were, he had a habit of biting them sometimes when he was thinking too hard, or when he was drunk and trying to not say anything stupid. You never noticed how hard his eyes really were, how it felt like he was staring into your soul. Your eyes trail down his face to his collarbone and notice how pinkish it was from how much he drunk tonight. And how his silver chain was dangling in front of your face. You wanted to bite it.
Jaehyun brings one of his fingers to your chin and forces you to look at him. You watch as his Adams Apple clenched once he swallows his spit. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is deeper as he leans in a little closer. Sober you would have probably said no, but you aren't sober. Your body is screaming yes, even if your brain is telling you no. Once your head moves he leans in, his lips on yours as he kisses you softly.
No one has ever kissed you like this, no one has ever tasted like oranges on a hot summers day. No one has ever made you crave for more like Jaehyun has. Both of your lips move together, you feel him part his lips as you slide your tongue in. A groan leaves his lips as he leans in closer. Maybe you should try it now?
"Daddy." You rasp out and a deep growl leaves his throat as he pulls away from your lips. His hand trails away from your chin down to your chest and he squeezes your tits one by one before trailing back up to the base of your throat. He watches as your eyes roll in the back of your head and you close your legs shut, rubbing them together to create some type of friction. Jaehyun smirks, and bites his bottom lip as he watches you. Maybe he really did miss sex, or having an another human being beneath him, begging, so sexy like you. His best friend.
His hand leaves your throat and forces your legs apart. A grunt leaves his mouth as his finger traces your core through your leggings. "Fuck. You're so warm." He moans a little and his eyes closed shut still tracing your pussy. He then slips a hand through your leggings and panties and starts circling your clit making you gasp again and throw your head back against the couch rest.
Your pussy was dripping wet, warm to the touch. And it didn't make it better as you start thinking about his fingers. Those pale, thick, long fingers that felt so nice on your cunt. And as he circles your sloppy fluttery entrance you grip his forearm as he slides in two fingers in deep. Your toes curl as he starts fucking you with his fingers. A loud whimpering moan leaves your throat. Jaehyun fingers felt good as they looked. He curls them up trying to find your spot and groans once he opens his eyes to see your face.
Your mouth was wide open, your eyes closed. Shit. Jaehyun should have did this sooner. He leans back down and kisses you and you start to moan in his mouth as he goes faster, deeper. Your juices were soaking his fingers, dripping down your ass. "Oh fuck you feel so good baby, your cunt just sucking in my fingers like a good fucking slut you are baby." You felt your pussy get dripper. Jaehyun curls his fingers one more time before you come over him. Sucking in his fingers as your orgasm washes over you. He pulls his fingers out slowly and then pulls his lips off your lips and puts his fingers in his mouth sucking on them.
You two never talked about that day. And then these events ended up leading to this very same situation. It all started after Jaehyun picked you up from work. Which he normally did some days out of the week so you two could hang out since you guys didn't get the chance too. But earlier in the afternoon, Jaehyun pissed you off, so you didn't answer any of his texts or calls during your lunch break.
He didn't like that.
Which is why you're bend up in a pretzel in the back of his truck. The skirt you wore to work is bunched up your hips as his hands are on the back of your thighs. His cock is slamming into your soaking cunt. Wet sounds fill his truck, the leather behind your butt is soaked from your juices and spit. Jaehyun ramps his hips into you, his black hair sticks on his forehead as he grunts when you clench around him. "Look at you, just such a cock slut you'll let me fuck you anywhere isn't that right baby?" His voice fills your ears as he grabs your jaw.
Maybe you were a slut for dominant Jaehyun. You loved it. You love when he gets this way, the way he took control, the way he manhandled you, the way he wasn't scared of fucking you, to put you in your place when needed. And fuck do you love when his veins pop out on his hands when he grips your throat tight when he's lost in his own pleasure.
Yeah Jaehyun was right, you are a pain slut.
He sticks his thumb in your mouth as you suck on it. Jaehyun groan as he rolls his hips and forces his thumb deeper in your mouth, down your throat causing spit to drip out of your mouth and down your chin.
"Daddy's gonna cum in this pussy, and then he's gonna make you cream around his dick, because you're such a good girl for me aren't you? Oh you love hearing that don't you? I can feel your cunt getting tighter. Is daddy's slut gonna cum?" He pull his thumb out your mouth and then goes in between your legs and starts to rub your clit fast as your legs start to shake. Your left hand grips his arm, you start to sob as you come around him. Soaking his dick white. Your vision blurry. Jaehyun catches his high quickly, filling you up to the brim.
"Sorry..was I too rough?" Jaehyun ask as he catches his breath. You open your eyes, blinking slowly and stare at him. His eyes were blown out, his pale sugar like skin was flush red, sticky with sweat. "No, it was just fine." You mange to say and lean up to put your lips on his. Jaehyun kisses you back quickly, gripping your throat a bit and then moves his lips down your jawline to the base of your throat. "Darling you're gonna make me hard again."
You giggle and lean your head more to the side to give him more room. "Well at least let me ride you then."
a/n: this is my first jk fic SO BE NICE M’KAY? . . . now pls enjoy
synopsis: out of impulse, jungkook gets his tongue pierced, but totally forgot the part that for the next two weeks he’s not allowed to kiss his adorable, oh so desirable gf.
wc: 15.8k (mind you this was supposed to be 5k at the MOST . . .)
cw include: black fem!reader was in mind when written but picture her anyway you’d like <3, literally porn with a smidge of plot, unprotected sex, needy!reader, even needier!jungkook, lots of nasty kisses, tongue sucking, creampie, squirting, choking, oral both receiving, some biting, so much dirty talk omg, jungkook is a major perv, he uses her panties to masturbate and does . . . other things with them, he eats it through her panties, slow & rough sex, prone bone position, riding, sex in front of a mirror, backshots, spit, body worship, jungkook is so in love . . . whew i think that’s it—oh wait, he eats in while they shower together!
“are you nervous, honey?”
“mmhm?”
the corner your lips lifted into a giggle, gold bracelets on your wrists jangling as you reached over to squeeze your spaced out boyfriends firm bicep. this caught his attention, his doe-like, brown eyes flicking over to meet yours.
“ah, sorry. my mind was elsewhere. what did you say, baby?” jungkook grinned, leaning over until his shoulder was bumping into yours. you wanted to ask him what had his mind so preoccupied, but knowing jungkook, he’d most likely already forgotten.
you let out a low hum, slyly maneuvering your fingers into his lap to interlock with his. “i asked if you were nervous. s’probably gonna hurt getting your tongue pierced.”
jungkook shrugged, “mm . . . not really. if i can handle getting my lip—or even my eyebrow pierced, i think i can handle this. pain will only last a couple days anyway, yeah?”
you were about to answer, but suddenly a voice to your left caught both of your attention.
a bulky man covered in tattoos, and multiple facial piercings approached the two of you, a friendly smile on his face. “which one of you is here for a tongue piercing?”
jungkook gripped your hand softly and stood, bringing you up with him. “that would be me, she’s just here for support,” he gave your hand a tender squeeze, not bothered by the pda he was showing you in the slightest.
that was one of the things you loved about jungkook.
he was never afraid to show his affection for you no matter who happened to be in the room. friends, colleagues, strangers—it didn’t matter who it was. jungkook was still gonna kiss, touch, and hold you to his hearts content. and who were you to even complain about such a thing?
so he held your hand the entire time.
he held your hand while the piercer perfected the placement, while he rinsed his mouth out with a minty mouthwash, and once the needle finally went through his tongue, he held on even tighter.
he preened at your praise, his heart rate increasing tenfold when you whispered a sweet, ‘you’re doing so good, babe!’
jungkook winced as the piercer screwed in the tiny, silver balls on the bar, but you just squeezed his hand in reassurance. before he knew it, he was finished.
“how do you like it? placement okay and everything?” the man had asked, and with three slow blinks, jungkook nodded. the feeling of it in his mouth was foreign, but that was to be expected, and as for the way it looked? he loved it.
“s’great. thank you, thank you so much!”
you watched in complete adoration as your boyfriend admired his fresh piercing in the handheld mirror he was given. those big, brown boba eyes of his were so wide in awe you were sure they’d pop out if his skull. he was too cute.
“here, rinse your mouth with this again,” the piercer instructed jungkook, handing him another small cup of mouthwash. as jungkook swished the liquid in his mouth the man went over a few, simple instructions on how to properly care for the piercing.
“i would recommend soft foods the next couple of days, nothing too spicy or else it’ll get irritated, and this’ll probably be the hardest rule to follow but absolutely no kissing. swapping spit with someone, even your girlfriend, is the quickest way for it to get infected and reject, but other than that you should be good, man.”
jungkooks lips parted then shut. fuck.
the thought of not being able to kiss you whenever and wherever he wanted hadn’t crossed his mind. not even once. fuck. fuck. fuck.
“how—um, h-how long am i gonna have to do all that for?” and as soon as the words ‘ten to fifteen days’ left the piercers mouth, you could see jungkooks shoulders visibly deflate.
how will he ever go over a week without kissing your soft, pretty lips? your cherry gloss was like heroine to him. he loved swiping it off with his tongue, and letting the subtle cherry taste coat his tastebuds. and not to boast, but jungkook was the biggest munch he knew! how on gods green earth is supposed to go a whole fifteen days without tasting your cu—!
“hey, you alright? feeling lightheaded?”
jungkook blinked rapidly, and with a low hum he shook his head no.
“don’t know how i’m gonna go so long without kissing her . . . or eating spicy foods,” he chuckled, throwing his his back so dramatically you didn’t know whether to laugh or scoff.
“please excuse him. now pay this poor man so we can go get you some ice chips for your tongue,” you smirked, linking your arm around his muscular one. he glanced down at you, and fuck. he already wanted to give you a smooch.
you looked so cute in your pink, oversized sweater and miniskirt. not to mention you were trying out a new blush and lip combo that just made you look so sweet, he could’ve ruined you right then and there.
“why don’t you go hangout over there while i pay him, hm? maybe one of those pieces you see will inspire your next tattoo” he spoke lowly in your ear, giving your side a soft squeeze before sending you on your way.
as jungkook talked to the man about his form of payment, you stood to the side, wrapped up in your own little world. you nibbled on your bottom lip, manicured fingers playing with the hem of your skirt as you thought about how much of a pain in the ass jungkook will be for the next two weeks.
your sweet bunny of a boyfriend required physical touch on a daily basis, so to take out such a key part of it left both of you feeling less than thrilled. at least you had a tad of self control, jungkook on the other hand . . . need i say more?
he was the most impulsive person you’ve ever met, not to mention the neediest boy in the fucking world. underneath the leather jackets, tattoos, and piercings—jungkook was as soft as the strawberry crème cakes you made him on a daily when it came to you.
a hand squeezing your hip broke you out of your thoughts, “you ready to go, sugar?”
when you nodded, jungkook laced his tatted fingers with yours, bidding everyone in the shop a farewell before leading you out the exit and to his car.
it was a beautiful day out; a cool seventy eight degrees and the sun shone brightly above you. a perfect day for running errands and a late lunch!!
a little squeal slipped past your lips when jungkook lightly pushed you against the side of his car, his front pushing ever so softly against yours. “so what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day, hm?” he spoke softly, encasing your hips in his large hands.
you placed your hands on his hard stomach, blindly tracing the ridges of his abs over his shirt. he was so manly . . so masculine . . . and so all yours.
“well . . .” your voice trailed off, head innocently cocking to the side, “i wanna go to t.j. maxx, and get that hello kitty vanity chair. i also wanna head to that herb store and get more raspberry leaf—if i run out before my period comes i’m a goner!”
jungkook’s smile only faltered slightly at the mention of your awful period cramps. sometimes during that time of the month for you, he’d find you in your shared bathroom, head tucked between your knees as your body racked with sobs. he never minds it truly, but it shatters his heart every time he kisses those little tears streaming down your puffy cheeks away.
he tenderly rubbed your lower belly, forehead knocking against your gently as he nodded. “mm, don’t worry. we’ll get your herbs n’ your chair. maybe something to eat too?”
he was absolutely speaking your language.
“yes, that sounds perfect,” you grinned, scratching lightly at the hairs on the nape of his neck. jungkook practically purred at the contact, damn near forgetting you were out in the open. not that he really cared.
he wanted to swoop in for a kiss. just a tiny, little kiss. but the moment his head ducked down, his lips were met with the smooth skin of your palm.
he frowned, a noise of disapproval rumbling in his chest that was soon hushed by little kisses on his jaw. the feeling of your lips running over his hot skin had him shivering, brain nearly short circuiting.
you looked up at him through your freshly done lashes, “m’sorry for doin’ that, but you heard that man in there! no kisses for kookie for at least ten days.”
jungkook wanted to just collapse to his knees, and cry, and be as dramatic as possible—but chairs nodded to be bought, and herbs needed to be collected so he’d have to save the dramatics for another time.
he let out a small puff of air from his cheeks, his tongue already starting to sting from swelling, “you’re right. you’re always right, my smart girl.” he squeezed your sides gently, and nudged his nose against yours, “let’s go get that chair.”
after a short trip, and lots of lingering touches later, your chair and raspberry leaf were secured, and so was your hunger. on the way back home jungkook had made a surprise stop at your favorite taco spot—a small truck ran by two older women who absolutely adored the two of you.
the way home was pretty quiet. while you bashed on your three carne asada tacos with extra lime and salsa, jungkook casually sipped on a small horchata, the cool liquid bringing some relief to his sore tongue.
“it’ll always shock me how you make no mess,” he chuckled, putting his car in park. you dabbed the corners of your lips with a napkin, and did a quick check in the mirror to make sure no cilantro was in your teeth before giving him a small smile. “only because i know i’ll get an earful from you if i do.”
and right you were!! jungkooks mercedes amg was his pride and joy (right after you).
“need me to carry anything, honey?” you hummed, watching as jungkook balanced your bags and the small box containing the parts to your new vanity chair in his arms. he, of course, shook his head no, and instead gave you the job of unlocking the door.
before you even set your purse down, jungkook was already kicking his shoes off and ripping at the box, an obnoxious tearing sound echoing throughout your apartment. building furniture was a random favorite hobby of his, and he always looked damn good doing it.
“lemme get these outside clothes off,” you muttered, using your socks as little skates to slide into your shared room, little giggles slipping past your lips as you did so.
“you’re going to bust your behind one of these days if you keep doing that. hardwood floors hurt y’know!” jungkook called out to you, his boyfriend voice turned all the way on.
“yeah, yeah, whatever. are you gonna need your tools?” you called back, slipping off your skirt and sweater. your bra was the next thing to go, and after little to no thought, you settled on wearing one of jungkooks t-shirts.
the fabric smelt just like him. a citrusy, vanilla scent that made you sleepy every time you smelt it for too long. it also made your cunt feel tingly, but due to certain circumstances, you decided to keep your horniness at bay for jungkooks sake.
you’d be lying if the urge to kiss him hasn’t hit you once or twice, but who could blame you? your boyfriend had the most kissable lips ever, and the two lip rings that adorned the left side made you want them against yours even more!
but unfortunately it’d have to wait.
you brought the collar of his shirt to your nose one last time, inhaling deeply before getting on your knees and shimmying over to jungkooks side of the bed. now he did say which tools he needed, but you weren’t exactly a handy woman, so you just decided to bring his entire tool box.
when he heard the obnoxious sound of metal clanking together his eyes darted to the direction of the sound. his lips broke into a smirk when he saw you carrying his entire toolbox. you were so precious without even having to try.
you wearing little to nothing around your place wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. in fact, you did it so much that jungkook almost found it odd whenever he would come home from work and see you still fully clothed.
yes, you prancing around in just your panties and a top all the time was pretty distracting, but it was the best distraction a man could ever ask for. you have the prettiest, phattest pussy he’s ever seen, and she looks even more enticing hidden behind the soft cotton of your panties.
with a small grunt you set the metal box down, “here ya go.”
when your hands found purchase on your hips, your his shirt rose up, giving him a nice, close up view of your panty clad cunt. the pair you had on today were hot pink, with ‘juicy’ written in black cursive right on the part where your mound was.
‘i’ll fuckin’ say’ he thought to himself, teeth tugging on his lip ring to surpress the urge to pull you closer to him. it didn’t help. like at all, because three seconds later jungkook was pulling you two steps closer by the backs of your thighs.
your nose scrunched up, a giggling bubbling in your chest. “you know . . . you could at least try to be a little more discreet with your staring.”
jungkook groaned at your words, nosing at the inside of your petal soft thigh. “nothing fun about being discreet, babe,” he sighed giving your thigh a light peck.
you were out of his grasp a millisecond later, your head cocking back and forth. “watch those lips mister!”
“it was just a peck, it won’t do any harm, babe!” he pleaded, pulling you closer. his ring clad fingers held rather tightly onto your flesh, preventing you from moving an inch.
“mm, sure, but a peck with you always leads to something more,” you spoke softly, ruffling his jet black locs.
a drag of air got caught in your throat when his nose nudged against your cunt. “h-hey, that’s enough, mister! get back to work before i thump you.”
and with that, jungkook released his hold on your body. his fingers lingered for a second or two before letting go completely, his lips jutting into his signature pout.
“mean . . . very mean,” he muttered, turning his back to you to give your unbuilt chair his undivided attention. he knew he was being unfair, but shit, this entire thing this was unfair!!
it was dumb to say aloud, but truly, the thought of not being able to kiss you or any part of you didn’t cross his mind in the thought process for getting his tongue pierced—not even once! it was a cruel, sick, joke that was one hundred percent preventable, and now you both had to deal with it :(
you let out a little puff of air from your cheeks, and knelt behind your pouting boyfriend. “you say mean . . . i say responsible,” you whispered in his ear, kissing the shell of it before placing another soft kiss on his neck.
“don’t be sad, ‘kay? it’ll go by before you know it.” you knew your man, and you knew him well. you knew if he was challenged to do something, he’d do it and he’d do it well.
he whined at your words, thick brows scrunching together, “it can’t go by fast enoughhhh.”
seven hours later . . . .
jungkook felt as if he was going to combust into a million pieces. the urge to have his lips on yours didn’t curve in the slightest, and to make things even more difficult, he was now sporting a painful boner.
you were sound asleep on his chest, little snores leaving your slightly parted lips every so often. you were still wearing what you had on earlier, the only difference being a lavender colored, silk scarf wrapped securely around your head.
‘hells paradise’ played quietly on the tv, and the ac was on full blast giving jungkook the perfect background noise to fall asleep to. but he couldn’t. his mind was racing.
his legs felt stiff, begging to be stretched, but he knew if he moved even a muscle, you’d stir in your sleep and switch positions. when he held you like this he could feel the heat from your pussy right against his thigh, and as sick it sounded it made him feel so at ease.
with the way his tongue throbbed in pain, jungkook could use all the comfort he could get.
he slowly craned his neck to look down at your sleeping form, and fuck. you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. even when you were deep in sleep.
the semi-bright glow from the tv gave him just enough light to see that your eyes were moving every so often. he wondered to himself what you could possibly be dreaming about. selfishly enough, he hoped it was him.
“aish . . .” he muttered, shifting his leg the tiniest bit. you made a small noise in your sleep, and this had jungkook freezing in his spot. his heart pounded against his ribcage as you nuzzled closer into his side. and then you moved again . . . and again . . . and again, until jungkook was questioning if you were really asleep or not.
the dull throb against his thigh had his pierced brow twitching.
should he wake you? should he leave you be? should he just cut his losses and jerk off in the bathroom?
a gentle squeeze pulled jungkook out of his thoughts, and when he looked down, he was met with the sight of his sleepy girlfriends’ scrunched up face.
“mm, kook . .”
your voice was whiny, and laced with sleep. if only he was able to kiss away that tiny furrow between your brows.
“what’s up, baby?” he spoke softly, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. you breathed out a small hum when he cupped your ass, gentle fingers gripping the soft flesh.
goosebumps rose on the dark haired mans skin when you nuzzled your face in his neck. your lips brushed against the sensitive spot below his ear, “can’t fall back asleep . . . need your help, please.”
and there it was.
jungkooks hands shook as they ran up and down your body, squeezing and fondling any part of you that he could. “y-yeah? what do you need me to do for you, baby—i know you’re sleepy, but try to use your words for me.”
he heard a small sniffle and then, “fuck me back t’sleep, kook. pleaseee.” your hand lazily rubbed along the length of his covered cock, saliva pooling on your tongue at the thought of having him inside you.
without a second thought, jungkook maneuvered your body on top of his with ease. his dick was pressed snugly against your pussy—hot, hard, and ready to put you tf back to sleep!
jungkook’s breath fanned over your face, still minty from when he brushed his teeth. “really wish i could kiss you right now,” he grunted, lifting your body up just enough to pull his briefs down.
“i-i wish you could kiss me too,” you whined, back arching when he rubbed his leaking tip over your panties.
he didn’t take your panties off, instead he just pulled them to the side with two fingers, and slipped his cock right between your soaked folds. wet was an understatement—you were drenched. small pearls of your essence began to drip down his cock, already creating a mess between your bodies.
“ngh—put it in please,” you sniffled, bottom half slowly moving up and down the length of his dick. jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, tatted hand gripping the base of his cock before slowly pushing the tip through that tight ring of muscle that greeted him so sweetly every time.
his free hand cupped the back of your neck, smushing your forehead against his. “so wet, princess. slipped right in like you were made for me,” he groaned, planting his feet in the bed to push more of his cock into your tight heat.
with a sloppy kiss to the corner of his lips you whispered, “because i was.” this nearly killed jungkook of course, his hips stuttering the tiniest bit.
he throbbed all around you. every protruding vein caressed your sensitive walls, and it didn’t make things better when his spongy tip started knocking obnoxiously against that spot deep inside you that had your toes curling.
you mewled at the stretch, grabbing onto his shoulders as you found your place in his neck once again. every moan, whine, every hitch of your breath—he heard it all, and it was driving him fucking nuts.
he wanted to talk you through it, whisper dirty praises and promises in your ear, but alas his tongue was just too fucking sore. he knew you liked him to be vocal, so he settled with matching your volume in moans.
jungkook’s hands roamed all along the expanse of your back. your skin was hot to the touch, his cold hands bringing you some sweet relief.
you wanted to melt into him. let your minds and bodies become one forever, but for now this would have to do.
“lemme take this off,” you muttered, sitting up to remove his shirt from your trembling from. the new angle had his cock hitting deeper, and this had you tightening up, forcing a hiss from the man below you.
he wasted no time fondling your breasts, a whine bubbling in his throat from lack of them in his mouth. you always made the prettiest noises when he sucked on your nipples. they were always so sensitive—even as he softly ran his thumbs over them.
“k-kook—”
“i know—shit, i know.” his voice was raspy from lack of speaking. his throat felt so dry, like someone had stuffed cotton down it. jungkook had a thirst, but not for a beverage of any kind.
as you began a steady rhythm moving back and forth, jungkook thumbed at your swollen clit. his jaw clenched, a groan rumbling in his chest at how wet you actually were.
sucking your clit into his mouth would definitely fix him right now—why, oh why did he have to get this stupid fucking piercing.
your hips stuttered slightly when he pulled his thumb away, and without a second thought he brought the digit to your lips. it wasn’t hard to find his eyes in the darkness of the room, and once you did you sucked the digit between your lips, humming at the sweet, yet tart taste that coated your tongue.
all your nerve endings felt as if they have been set ablaze. you could feel everything. you didn’t know what it was, but these intimate moments with jungkook always made you so beside yourself.
“what’s it taste like, hm? describe it for me,” he rasped out, pressing down lightly on your tongue before removing his thumb entirely.
your movements halted, but not for long, because jungkook’s hands were on your hips seconds later, resuming your slow paced grinding. “don’t make me say it, babe,” you whimpered, feeling your cheeks get hotter than they already were.
he couldn’t help but chuckle. you were still so bashful—even when getting split open by his thick cock.
it was silent for a few beats, and then without warning, jungkook cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back down to his level. his feet planted into the bed, and with that he began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts.
“was is it sweet? i bet it was, you’re always so fuckin’—ngh, sweet,” he panted against your lips, making you whine veryyyy loudly.
your cunt started to became rather noisy, an obscene squelching sound becoming louder and louder as the minutes went by. but it wasn’t quite loud enough for your boyfriend.
your once warm body was suddenly met with a chill, goosebumps rising over the entire expense of your back. jungkook had also taken this as an opportunity to go faster—harder. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed noisily throughout the room.
“love that sound,” he grunted, tucking your face in the warmth of his neck to shush your whines. between being overly drowsy, and jungkook fucking you like his own personal toy, your brain had turned into a complete pile of mush.
not a sentence, nor thought could be formed in your head. the only thing you could even think to do was kiss him—well kiss his neck specifically since his lips were off limits.
your lips latched onto the spot below his ear, sucking feverishly until he was squeezing the back of your neck in sensitivity.
“y-yeah, mhmm. keep kissing me. i need it,” he whispered the last part directly in your ear while also delivering a particularly harsh thrust. you made a noise between a sob and a gasp, and for a second you could’ve sworn you saw white.
both of his hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them only slightly so he was able to fuck you deeper.
a never ending chorus of ‘ah ah ah’s left your drooly lips, and soon, it wasn’t long before you were whining in jungkook’s ear about how you were about to cum.
you lifted your head slightly, “i’m *pant* i-i’m—!”
jungkook shoved your face back in his neck, the pace of his thrusts increasing to a speed so fast it had you seeing spots.
“i know, baby. i know. fucking do it.”
your ears started to ring, and your back arched, a beautiful symphony of moans following seconds later. jungkook fucked you through it all with one hand still securely on the back of your neck, and the other now grabbing onto your hip so roughly you were sure to feel it in the morning.
his toes curled when he felt you gush around him. your pussy was practically suffocating his cock, convulsing around him so harshly it was almost difficult to continue moving.
you heard a few curses in korean, follow by one more hard thrust before a sudden warmth flooded your lower belly. jungkook ground into you from below, milking his orgasm for all it was worth—which was a lot.
without even thinking he pressed a quick peck to your shoulder, his lips lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.
“ . . . you okay? was i good?” he whispered into your ear, but the only response he was met with was a small snore. your body was completely limp, occasionally twitching in his arms.
jungkook hummed contently, nosing at your cheek. his hands ran slowly up and down your back, tracing random hearts and shapes as he did so.
he was gonna have to wake you up soon so you could pee, but for now that would wait. he just wanted to bask in this moment for as long as he could.
it’s been nine days since then, and you two have been fucking like rabbits everrrr since.
morning, afternoon, midday, the middle of the night—it didn’t matter what time it was. if jungkook was in the mood, he had to have you.
the urge to kiss you hasn’t lessened. in fact it only grew stronger and more unbearable as the days went by. his cock leaked pathetically with pre every time he thought about your lips against his. he craved the feeling of biting into the plushness of your bottom lip, and tugging just enough to have you whimpering.
when his tongue became less swole the first thing he tried to do was kiss you, only to be met with the petal soft skin of your cheek. ‘it’s only been three days, kook!’ you had scolded him, breaking his heart for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
you being the sweet, amazing girlfriend you were, fucked the sadness out of him every single time though hehe.
the situation always ended up the same way. jungkook would be underneath you, brown eyes the size of saucers while you rode him into a blissful oblivion. you rewarded his restraint to kiss you with sloppy pecks across his neck and throat, your tongue tracing random shapes and lines into the sweaty skin.
he felt like a fucking teenager with the way he was so quick to jump your bones.
it was now day ten, and jungkook has surely lost his mind by now.
he was currently home alone, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he waited to hear the familiar click! of the door unlocking.
you weren’t home, obviously. you had picked up an extra shift at the bakery you worked at, leaving jungkook all by his lonesome.
you’d been gone for seven whole hours, and to make things worse, you only texted kookie a handful of times before it was silence on your end.
he thought about going up there to visit you—maybe even partake in a sweet treat, but that would only end up doing him more harm than good. so here he sat, scrolling through your social medias for the umpteenth time.
fuck, you were so pretty. how did he end up with such a gorgeous girlfriend, hm? how did he manage to have the literal embodiment of perfection land in his lap?
he usually asked himself these questions when he was missing you really bad, or while he watched you sleep. is that creepy? eh, maybe, but who even really cares?
his eyes flicked up to the corner of the screen reading the time. it was fifteen minutes till five, and he still hadn’t heard from you since you last texted at noon.
“hope she isn’t working herself too hard . . .” he sighed, slumping back against the plush, gray couch cushions.
you were a bit of a perfectionist, and although he admired how much time and effort you put into your craft, he didn’t particularly care for how hard you were on yourself if the outcome wasn’t exactly what you wanted.
when you told jungkook baking was a ‘fun hobby’ of yours, he expected you to laugh off your minuscule mistakes, and enjoy the sweet treat. boy was he fucking wrong.
* cue super cute flashback *
“one more, one more!” jungkook chuckled, his tatted fingers gripping onto your chin to bring you in for another slow, nasty kiss. before you could even protest, his lips were against yours—soft and swollen from your previous kisses.
you giggled against his lips, a small gasp getting caught in your throat when he grabbed a handful of your ass over your pajama shorts. “mm, babe. i gotta get the cookies out before they burn,” you hummed, cunt clenching around nothing when he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth.
the sweet smell of brown sugar and chocolate wafted into your nose, and you knew soon enough the enticing smell would soon turn burnt and bitter if you didn’t act quickly.
jungkook gave you one last peck before releasing his grip on you, a lazy smirk lifting at the corner of his lips. “alright, alright. i’ll leave you alone . . . for now. now lets go check on those cookies,” he grinned, showcasing those oh so cute dimples that made you swoon every time you saw them.
he let you lead the way to the kitchen— why you ask? so he could fondle and smack your ass to his hearts content. you didn’t bother to say anything, allowing the giggling man behind you to continue his antics.
when you opened the oven your lips pulled into a thin line, already dissatisfied with the slightly burnt smell that greeted you.
while you were screaming in your mind twenty seven different ways, jungkook was behind you, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for you to pull the tray out. he was so blissfully unaware of how homicidal you were over these damn brown butter cookies.
he leant over the pan, taking a deep inhale of the sweet treat. “shit, these look incredible, baby,” he muttered, mouth now beginning to water.
all you could do was sigh, your brows pulling together in a deep frown. jungkook noticed this and it had the cogs in his brain turning. what could possibly be so wrong? these were the most perfectly baked cookies he’s ever seen!
without saying a word you slowly lifted up a cookie with a thin spatula. just as you thought—they were burnt. the bottom was entirely too dark for your liking. once they cooled they were going to be hard instead of soft. this just broke your heart.
jungkook noticed the cloudy look in your eyes and stood up straight. he turned your body towards his quickly, but gently. “hey, hey, what’s wrong? why do you look like you’re about to cr—i mean, um—”
it was too late. two fat tears were already rolling down cheeks, waiting to be wiped away by jungkook.
“ugh, why would you ask me thatttt? you know i always cry when you ask me that,” you sniffled, blinking away more tears. jungkook puffed air through his cheeks, and cupped your face with both hands. this made you want to cry even more, but you managed to pull it together with a slow, but shaky breath.
you tried to look everywhere besides in front of you, but it was painfully hard to avoid your boyfriends’ intense gaze.
“why are you crying? your cookies look perfect . . . i’m sorry, but i don’t—i don’t understand,” he spoke softly, sliding his hands from your jaw to your shoulders.
your eyes flicked to the tray beside you, and then to the floor. “i’ve . . . made these cookies so many times . . but the one time i wanna make them for you, i fucking burn them. what kinda sick joke is that?”
“but baby they look perfectly fine to—”
“uhn uhn!” you grabbed one of the now cooled cookies, and showed him the dark brown bottom. “they’re not moist! they’ll be hard—inedible soon enough,” you sighed, pulling apart the cookie to reveal the steaming inside.
jungkook was completely stumped. burnt cookies were a very dark brown, blackish color, and they usually left a foul stench in the air . . . yet these were a perfect golden brown, and smelt so sweet he could’ve gotten a tooth ache. was he missing something?
“hmph, i don’t know what went wrong. maybe i cooked the butter too long? maybe they weren’t cold enough? i don’t know . . . will you try, please?” you pouted, holding one half of the cookie in front of him. without a second thought, jungkook scarfed down the entire thing, along with the other half.
the still warm chocolate chips melted on his tongue, making him hum in content. you watched with an intense glint in your eyes, waiting for any sign that he disliked the cookie.
his tongue slowly ran over his bottom lip, and without saying a word he grabbed another cookie, devouring it in only two bites. your eyes softened, tear stained cheeks now feeling extra hot from embarrassment.
“shut up . . there’s no way they’re that good,” you muttered, hiding your face in his obscenely large pecs. jungkook only chuckled, his hand coming up to pet at your hair softly.
“i think you’re being entirely too hard on yourself, no? they may not be as soft as you want them, but they’re certainly edible, babe.” his words were so sweet, and so gentle, it made you want to start crying all over again.
when you didn’t say anything he continued, “you could serve me flour on a paper plate, and i’d still eat it because it was made by you, and i’m so serious.”
when he heard you giggling into his chest it made his heart clench, but in a good way! your laugh sounded like the finest of symphonies to him, a sound he could hear on repeat for all his days to come.
“there she is, there’s my girl. no more crying, ‘kay? makes my heart hurt to see you so sad,” he spoke lowly, giving the crown of your head three gentle kisses.
your eyes slowly shut, the sound of his heartbeat making you drowsier by the minute. you could’ve fallen asleep right there, standing and all, but the sudden smell warm brown sugar had your eyes fluttering back open.
“try it,” you heard him ask, although it sounded more like a demand. your lips parted, and with a little hesitation, you took a bite of the cookie. the taste of brown butter and vanilla had you humming in delight, and this brought a smirk to jungkook’s lips.
“good, right?”
you hummed a small ‘mhm’ in response, and took another bite. “still kinda dry. they’re decent at best, and i’ll never get hired at ‘the sweet spot’ with decent cookies.”
your body went stiff when you heard jungkook let out a particularly loud sigh.
he wasn’t bothered that you were talking about working at your dream job again, no, never that. what bothered him so damn much was that you really didn’t believe your baking was good enough to get the job.
jungkook cupped your jaw firmly, forcing you to look up at him. he muttered ‘stop that’ in korean. two words that you were very familiar with (due to you being a massive brat), and like every other time it made your cunt feel tingly.
“stop what . . .” you murmured, clearly acting clueless to what he was talking about.
he breathed out a small laugh, and tongued at the inside of his cheek, already caught on to your little game. “i believe my girl is smart enough to know what i’m talking about—”
with little to no strength he lifted you by the backs of your thighs, and set you on the counter. the cold marble had goosebumps rising all over your skin, and you’d be squealing right now if his lips weren’t smushed against yours to keep you quiet.
he kissed the corner of your mouth, and then your jaw, and then the shell of your ear before whispering, “but if you need me to help spell it out for you, i really don’t mind.”
jungkook could’ve popped a boner right then and there at the way your pupils blew out at his words.
that’s how you ended up on the couch, knees pushed allll the way to your shoulders while jungkook edged you with his mouth. his tongue caressed your clit for what felt like hours, and you weren’t allowed to cum, let alone even move out of his grip, until you were screaming out affirmations about how you were going to get that job at the bakery.
two days later you woke up bright and early to prepare some sample pastries for your interview, and to no ones surprise (not even your own) you got the job! that same night you rewarded jungkook with his favorite apple and brown sugar strudels, and some mean head to thank him for encouraging you so much. <3
* end of cute flashback *
when jungkook had zoned back in from reminiscing, his jeans felt five times tighter than they did before, and his hands felt clammy. he needed you. all of you.
he needed to feel the soft bud of your nipple graze his tongue as he sucked on it. he needed to feel the pressure of your thighs squeezing against his head as he devoured you like you were his last meal. and most importantly; he needed a fucking kiss god dammit!!
he could barely even remember what it felt like to suck your tongue into his mouth. shit, he could hardly even remember the taste of your cherry gloss!
damn, that lip gloss you wore always looked so pretty—especially when you would suck him off and leave remnants of it all along the base of his cock.
“aish . . .” the frustrated man huffed out, giving his cock a quick palm over his sweats. his nose twitched, much like a bunny, when a shot of pleasure rushed down his spine at the contact.
his dick throbbed, almost painfully, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would cave and help himself. he was only human after all!
before he could even process what he was doing, jungkook clicked the phone icon right above your name, and pressed the phone against his ear. as the line rung he was internally pleading for you to answer the phone. all he wanted to do was hear your voice.
suddenly he heard a click on the other line—
“hello?”
“o-oh!” jungkook sat up straight, his lips breaking into a dopey half-smile at the sound of your voice. “i didn’t expect you to answer . . . you never answered my texts—not that that’s a problem. i know you’re busy being the best pastry chef in the world.”
he could hear the smile on your face as you talked about the ups and downs of your day, and shamefully enough, it was making him harder.
god, he hated himself right now. why has this temporary ban on kisses made him to beside himself?
“an’ now i’m just hanging out in the office to take a break. i think i’m gonna head out soon, though. i’ve been so spaced out today.”
“mm, what have you been thinking about?”
jungkook didn’t mean to have that oh so familiar seductive tone in his voice, but unfortunately for him, he practically purred out the question.
there was silence, and then—
“honestly? . . . you giving me head.”
jungkook almost moaned aloud at that, but instead let out a sound that was a mix of a whine and a gasp.
this is why you were made for him, why you were his girl. you both craved each other so much. its always been an ongoing match of who’s the biggest yearner between the two of you.
“you there, babe? too crude for the workplace?”
your sweet laugh only fueled the fire in his lower belly. jungkook was so horny it was almost difficult for him to speak.
“n-no . . no, not at all. i’ve been thinking about the same thing actually. remember that day when you baked those cookies?”
he heard a small, barely audible noise that sounded a lot like a whimper. “mhm.”
with a shaky hand, jungkook pushed himself up using the armrest of the couch. everything was entirely too hot, he needed to feel some kind of relief.
“i remember how you couldn’t stop shaking when i was done. you came for, like, a whole minute. i couldn’t believe it.” as jungkook dumbly babbled about eating you out, he was also making his way to the bedroom.
the first thing that caught his attention when he walked in the room was your discarded panties from that morning. it felt like the peach colored garment was calling out to him. begging to be fucked n’ soiled by his sticky cum.
he was broken out of his thoughts when he heard the airy sound of your voice. “c’monnnn. don’t say stuff like that, or else i’ll look like a total mess in front of everyone.”
“mm, and what if i want that to happen?” he breathily chuckled, swiping your panties off the floor in one swift movement. he tucked the phone between his cheek and shoulder, and pulled his sweats down mid thigh before taking a seat at the edge of your shared bed.
“i think you look pretty cute all flustered and shy. i’m sure everyone else will think so, no?” jungkooks tone was very teasing, which was funny because he was honestly one stroke away from combusting into bits.
“mmcht. it might be cute to you, but i doubt my bosses will think it is.”
“hah—yeah . . . yeah, maybe you’re right,” jungkooks head tilted back when he finally wrapped the soft fabric of your panties over his swollen cock. it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him like you ever could, but it would have to do for now.
an attempt to stay neutral, and quiet was never even made because your man knew just how much you liked to hear him.
“k-kook, c’mon—”
“just fucking come home already, y/n. i don’t mean to rush you at all, baby, but—fuck. just—just listen,” his slurred sentenced trailed off with a moan, and suddenly your ears were met blessed with a wet shlicking sound.
“please—”
“i’m using your panties. the ones you left on the floor this morning to be—ngh, specific.”
jungkook knew he was being sooo mean, and sooo unfair, but unfortunately my mans was fresh out of self control.
“hurry up, and come home so we can ruin each other,” he rasped, letting out one last moan to break you even more.
the dark haired mans eyes fluttered shut, and the first image that popped in his head was you; stark naked, and spread out for him, ready to have your pussy eaten until you cried.
he brought your panties to his nose, and took a deep inhale, while his other hand steadily pumped the thick base of his dick. they sorta smelled of him now, but the scent of you was still overwhelmingly there.
“mm, fuck,” he panted out, poking his tongue out to take an experimental lick at the crotch part. what he was going was disgusting, humiliating, and beyond perverted, but—
“shittt. it tastes just like her.”
his ring clad fingers squeezed harshly at the tip, and when he ran his thumb over the leaky slit, he tried his absolute best to imagine it was you.
time had seemed to go by rather fast, because just as jungkook was about to edge himself for the third time, he heard the door, followed by quick footsteps. there was no point in trying to hide what he was doing because; 1. he was too horny to give a shit and 2. he actually wanted you to see him like that.
your reaction was just as he pictured in his head only moments ago—flustered and intrigued. “oh . . . you’re here. i missed you, baby. so much.”
the evidence of his confession was leaking obscenely in front of you, and all you could do was stand there with parted lips, and clenched thighs.
with a low grunt, jungkook released his firm grip on his cock. “c’mere. ‘wanna touch you.”
your bag was the first to go, the designer accessory hitting the carpet with a soft thud. it was like your feet had a mind of their own, one taking a step after the other until you were nearly in your boyfriends’ grasp.
the moment you were in reach, he was tugging you closer by your flour stained shirt, and burying his face between your covered breasts. “h-hey!” you gasped, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders. “this shirt is all dirty, honey, c’mon.”
“then take it off,” jungkook grunted below you, lifting up your shirt to finally kiss at your skin. he just didn’t give a shit anymore about the piercing rejecting, and if he kept this up, you were going to soon stop caring as well.
he kissed around the curves of your hips, making sure to give each side a cheeky little nibble, before tracing his tongue around your tummy.
“i’ll never get over how cute this is . . . suits you so well, sugar,” he spoke lowly, referring to the baby pink hello kitty jewelry that was pierced through your naval.
a purr rumbled in jungkooks chest when you scratched lightly at his scalp, murmuring a small, but sweet ‘thank you.’
“just—just lemme get these yucky clothes off, and take a shower before we get down to . . um, to business.” words that you were barely able to get out in the first place were quickly washed away, and long forgotten as jungkook suckled at your hip bone.
“you took a shower this morning, i’m sure you’re fine.”
this earned him a scoff, followed by a weak push to his shoulders. “i just worked for almost ten hours. not so sure i’m at my freshest.”
suddenly jungkooks nose was pressed against your lower tummy, “and yet you smell like sugar and . . . mm, strawberries?”
“close,” you whispered, taking his chin between your fingers. jungkook preened at the physical contact, leaning into your touch even further. his eyes widened slightly, patiently waiting for you to finish what you were saying.
“that’s cherries you’re actually smelling. i made a batch of cherry strudels before i left,” you finally spoke, scratching at his chin.
his lips parted, but you were quick to interrupt him, “i already know what you’re going to ask, and yes, there’s some in the kitchen waiting for you. ‘could never make some strudels without bringing one home for my kookie.”
fuck. you were just so sweet, and considerate, it made jungkook feel feral. his neglected cock twitched, begging for some kind of attention.
his fingers fiddled with the button to your jeans, and with those wide doe of his, he silently asked for permission to undo it. you bit your lip, hesitant at first, but after a little thought you slowly nodded.
his eyes stayed on yours, never once breaking contact as he undid the button of your jeans, the zipper soon following. “love you so much,” he whispered into your skin, slowly pulling them down.
you didn’t know what to expect during this very intense moment with your man, but what you certainly didn’t expect was for him to just start eating it through your panties!
his nose nudged against your clit as his tongue caressed the crotch area of your strawberry patterned panties. he could taste you. barely, but just enough. he could’ve passed away right then and there, and would’ve died happy, and content.
you were still standing, knees knocking together as you tried to keep yourself up. “babe, i really should freshen up f-first. h-hah, what about your piercing?”
suddenly a rush of pleasure shot down your back, making your body jolt forward. the sensation felt . . . foreign. this was odd, because jungkook has eaten you out through your panties plenty of times before.
“did you like the way that felt?” you heard the man below you speak, a cheeky smile spreading across his features. “want me to do it again? here—”
that same feeling returned, except it was more sloppy, more wet. it had your head tilting back, and if it weren’t for jungkook holding you up by the backs of your thighs, you surely would’ve collapsed.
you were absolutely speechless. your cunt was doing more of the talking than you were at this point, dripping into your panties, and creating an even bigger mess.
when you didn’t say anything, too wrapped in your own head, he spoke once more. “you like that, huh? like the way it feels on your pussy?”
your eyes fluttered rapidly, and when you peeked down, jungkook’s tongue was shallowly sticking out, giving you a nice view of the silver ball in the center. his tongue cupped your clit over your panties, slowly moving side to side.
jungkook was genuinely surprised he was keeping it together so well, and taking his time with you. before you arrived, the only thing he could think about was tearing these same panties he was kissing and licking on into two.
all you could do was watch in awe, the inside of your mind sounding like nothing but static. jungkook nipped at the inside of your thigh, regaining your attention.
“just a little taste, cutie. i can rinse with mouthwash after *kiss kiss* to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” you could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit as jungkook kissed over your clothed mound.
his fingers looped in the lacy waistband of your panties, and with a gentle tug, he pulled them down low enough just to get a peek at the fat of your pussy. he could see your clit peeking out from between your slicked folds, swollen and looking as tempting as ever.
“before you do that,” you whispered, carefully stepping out of your jeans, “i want a kiss.”
your man wasted no time pulling you into his lap, and it felt heavenly to be able to feel his dick press against your clothed pussy.
his tatted hand cupped the side of your face, “i just might die, and i’m not even kidding.”
this made you laugh, and although he was pleased to have made you smile, he was deadly serious. being denied your kisses had him nearly climbing up the walls!
“mm, you’re so dramatic—”
and that was the last thing that was said before jungkook’s lips were smushed against yours.
soft. that was the first word that popped in his mind. your lips, your skin, the little noises you made as he deepened the kiss—it was all just so soft.
you could tell he was trying to be gentle, and take his time, but it wasn’t long before his thumb was pushing down on your chin to part your lips wider.
the kiss was slow, deep, everything that he had imagined for the past ten days. feverishly, he sucked your tongue into his mouth, and the faint taste of cherry compote had him moaning into the kiss.
you could feel his piercing slide against your tongue. it had you shaking, like it was your first time kissing him all over again.
“hah—shit,” jungkook moaned, greedily kissing his way down to your neck. your skin was a bit sweaty from working so hard, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. “need to taste you now.”
you squeaked, eyes squeezing shut as he flipped you on your back with ease. his face burrowed into your neck, and while he whined apologies into your ear about the sudden roughness, his bottom half was also rutting pitifully into yours.
“oh my . . .” your lips parted in a dreamy sigh, lashes fluttering when you felt his swollen tip rub directly onto your clit. “p-please do something, kook.”
your shirt was pushed up, along with your bra, and seconds later you felt a pair of lips wrap around your left nipple. jungkook wasn’t pretty with it—he slobbered and licked all around your breast, making sure to swirl his piercing around your nipple in between licks.
“i am, baby. i am,” he gave your neglected nipple a wet kiss, “i got you, don’t worry.”
while you made quick work to rid your shirt and bra, jungkook kissed his way down your body, leaving a glistening trail behind him. when he reached your pussy, your thighs twitched making him smirk.
“you may be crying by the time i’m done with you,” he spoke softly, giving you clit one last kiss over your panties. “so i wanna apologize beforehand.”
he took his time removing your panties, his eyes zeroing in at the way your essence clung to the soaked cotton.
the second his tongue swiped between your sopping folds, he was greeted with a taste sweeter than anything you have ever baked for him. there was a slight tang that had him salivating for more, but the sweetness overpowered everything.
you knew jungkook was bound to have his dramatics turnt all the way up given the circumstances, but you definitely didn’t expect him to let out the loudest, most whiniest pornographic moan you’ve ever heard!
“babe,” you breathily giggled, combing your fingers through his hair. you tugged lightly on the strands when he sucked your swollen button into his mouth, the tip of his tongue caressing the pearl ever so gently. “p-pace yourself now, we have all the time in the world.”
jungkook hummed, but you honestly couldn’t even tell if he had heard a word you just said.
with a low grunt he pushed the backs of your knees up, and used his entire mouth to cup your pussy. his tongue slithered all between your folds before the infamous piercing finally swiped against your clit.
your stomach clenched when he did it again, and when he did it a third time, his ears were rewarded with you moaning out his name oh so sweetly.
“mm, you like that, baby? how does it feel? describe it for me,” he purred, circling his tongue around your clit. a shudder ran down your spine, and your cheeks felt as if someone placed hot coals on them.
“babe p-please—”
“do it.”
your lower half thrusted into nothing as jungkook spit directly on your clit. you could feel the saliva trickle between your folds, creating a wetter, even bigger mess between your thighs.
the center of of his tongue circled figure eights onto your clit, and you could feel the silver ball with every movement. your boyfriend was slowly, but surely, pushing you to your limit.
“it feels . . . u-um, like, different?”
“different in what way, baby? c’mon, i know that pretty head can come up with some smart words. you got the smartest mouth i know.” you could feel his smirk in your skin when he finished his sentence.
jungkook cupped your clit with his lips, and dragged his tongue all around the nub. his eyes fluttered shut at the symphony of moans that spilled past your kiss bitten lips.
the more he licked, the more your mind became a muddled mess. “kook—please slow down. i can’t thinkkk!” you whined, weakly pushing at his forehead.
your pleas only made him more feral for you, unfortunately.
the back of your head flew into the mattress when he hiked your thighs over his shoulders, bringing his face impossibly closer to your cunt. the grip he had on your thighs was kinda fucking ridiculous. you couldn’t move an inch!!
he has been hitting the gym a little harder to deal with all his pent up frustration, but jesus, you didn’t think he’d bulk up so quickly. if you were to compare your head to his biceps, you were sure they’d be bigger.
after ogling his physique from above, a pinch to your thigh brought you back to reality.
“i believe i asked you a question some time ago, and you still haven’t answered it.” his words were muffled into your thigh, and once he was done speaking he nipped at the skin just to hear you whine again.
“u-um, it feels hard . . weird, n’ makes her feel extra—ngh,” you tried to shut your thighs around his head from sensitivity, the word you were trying to say before you were interrupted, but jungkook was not letting up.
the sudden intrusion of his tongue in your clenching hole had tears springing to your eyes, but as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone just as quick.
“oh . . did you like that? maybe you should finish what you were saying, and i’ll reward you for it.” his tone was teasing, and just when you were gonna snap back at him, he was slurping obscenely at your cunt.
“i—”
with one final lick to your throbbing clit, you were cumming all over jungkooks tongue with a weak cry.
you couldn’t form a word, nor thought. all you could do was go limp, and let him have his way with you. he didn’t even mind that you came without permission—frankly, you could do anything you wanted, as long as he got to remain between your soaked thighs.
your essence coated his tongue like dribbles of honey, and he drank up every drop until your thighs were twitching against his reddened ears.
with a deep groan, jungkook pushed your knees alllll the way back, and when you wrapped your hands around your ankles to keep them in place, his chest swelled with pride.
jungkook latched on your clit, and hollowed his cheeks, earning a squeak from you. when his head shook back and forth, that’s when the tears in your eyes started free falling.
“o-ohh my,” you cried out, thighs now beginning to shake.
jungkook stopped, and only stopped, when he felt your finger tips tap repeatedly at his shoulders. something you only did when you were way past your limits.
he nosed at your clit, and gave her one more sloppy kiss before pulling away, but only by an inch. he didn’t want to stray too far from he wanted to be most.
it was silent for a few minutes; the only thing being heard were your shaky breaths, and the occasional whimper.
his lips brushed against your thigh, and when he started covering the dewy skin in kisses, you were mewling in protest. “i can’t, kook,” he heard you sniffle from above him.
“ngh—you’re lucky i’m so hard. otherwise i’d make you do it again,” he growled, slapping your pussy with his palm. your body jolted, and when you attempted to push yourself away from him, you were surprised to see you were out of his iron grip.
there you laid at the top of bed; chest heaving and legs shaking, meanwhile jungkook stayed knelt at the edge, eyeing you very intensely.
you felt your heart begin to hammer against your ribcage when he stood at his full height. the new addition to his sleeve tattoo that he had gotten a few weeks prior had him looking intimidating as ever.
he was silent as he removed his shirt, and he was still quiet as he shed his sweats and briefs. his cock was now an angry red shade, and leaking like a damn faucet. it had saliva pooling on your tongue.
“you gonna come down here, and take it? gonna come take what’s yours?” he spoke lowly, brown eyes never once leaving yours as he spit in his hand. he used that same hand to pump his twitching cock, slowly and teasingly.
your lips pushed into a pout, but you nodded, completely disregarding the throbbing between your legs. you needed him in your mouth immediately. even if it was just a taste.
his nostrils flared when you crawled over to him on all fours, and once you were finally in reach, his thumb hooked into your mouth, forcing you to look up at him.
“mm, you want some don’t you?”
his thumb was pushing down on your tongue, preventing you from speaking, so you just nodded. to drive him even crazier, you started sucking on the digit, even going as far as to moan around it.
“baby please,” your boyfriend panted above you, his cock twitching wildly at the action. he was so close to busting a nut, but he had to keep it together so you could have your fun with him.
he truly had you so spoiled.
he took the throbbing muscle in his hand once more, and slapped it against your cheek. “can’t do this for long. i’m already close enough as it is,” he warned, tracing the dribbling tip over your lips.
your eyes flicked from his cock to those big, brown boba eyes, and with a slow lick to your lips, you nodded.
when your lips wrapped around his cock, jungkooks jaw went completely slack. you gave him the same treatment he gave you; wet and messy.
thanks to copious amounts of throat training, you were able to take more than half of his cock in your mouth with ease. when the tip brushed against the back of your throat, his hips stuttered. “shitttt.”
you tried not to get carried away, but the nosies he was making were so pretty :(( you never wanted them to end.
your hand cupped his balls, and this earned you a nice, strained groan from him.
“geumanhae,” he muttered, yanking you back by your hair until only the tip remained between your lips. a shiver ran down his spine when he felt you exhale through your nose, and with one last trace around the head, you were pulling back completely.
you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. “stop what?”
jungkook chuckled softly, running a tatted hand through his slightly damp hair. “stop trying to make me cum. you’re not that slick.”
you fake pouted, and leant forward, messily kissing all across his thighs and lower abdomen. “what gave me away?” you spoke softly, trailing your kisses higher up his body.
when you reached his lips, jungkook gave in and gave you a single, slow kiss. “was too wrapped in it to realize anything . . . until you started moaning too. you know that shit makes me cum quick,” he chuckled, bumping his nose against yours.
“pfft, whatever. now gimme another kiss.”
jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. he squished your cheeks together, and slithered his tongue into your mouth. when you started sucking on his tongue, his chest deflated in a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
you both were as physically close as two people could be, but it just wasn’t enough for him. god, he just wanted to live in your skin all day, everyday.
“how do you want it?” he hummed, kissing his way down to your neck. your chest arched into his, and with a dreamy sigh you said, “on my stomach.”
you heard a small ‘mhm’ and then you were turnt around, and pushed to your tummy. your lashes fluttered weakly, trying to process jungkook’s quickness. you shimmied further up the bed to rest your head on the mountain of pillows at the top.
“oh, baby. you don’t need those,” you heard your man chuckle behind you. you felt the bed dip, and then a sudden warmth against your back. jungkook lifted your head up gently, and slid him arm underneath with ease, allowing your head to rest prettily on his bicep. “not when you can lay right here.”
his bicep was nice n’ strong, but soft enough to rest against. the perfect pillow.
you used whatever strength you had left to spread your thighs apart, you didn’t stop until your knees knocked against his muscly thighs. “please put it in.”
jungkook rubbed the fat tip of his dick between your swollen folds, his nose twitching at the intense warmth that greeted him.
“hah—i’ll try to go slow . . can’t guarantee anything after that.”
he circled his tip around your clit, relishing in the wet noises that he heard, and with a shallow inhale, he finally pushed the first couple of inches inside your pussy.
he heard you let out a tiny gasp, and your body tensed slightly at the intrusion. “d-don’t clench so hard, baby,” he panted in your ear, “s’just me. ease up.”
the warmth that you felt on your back suddenly spread all along your body. jungkook covered you like a blanket, not letting a single sliver of your skin go untouched by him.
that sweet, citrusy smell of his wafted into your nose, and that’s when you finally eased up, allowing him to push more of his cock inside your tight heat. jungkook was careful with it at first; slowly sliding in and out until he was pumping into you with ease.
your brows scrunched together in pleasure, “oh fuck.”
jungkook made a noise in his chest so low at you cursing, it sent shivers down your spine. his free hand snaked underneath your bodies, and pinched at your clit. “w-watch that fuckin’—ngh, mouth.”
“s-sorry, sorry! can you go faster, please?”
you could feel jungkooks cock twitch inside you at your request, and without saying a word, he pulled alllll the way out before slamming back inside you. he moaned into your shoulder when your ass shimmied against his front. “what’re you doing, baby?” his voice was raspy, and strained as if he’d been hurt.
“need—need all of it in me,” you slurred out, too cockdrunk to even care about how stupid his dick has made you already. all you knew in this moment was that you needed every. single. inch of him.
“don’t worry, you got it all. just focus on feeling good for me,” jungkook whispered in your ear, now starting a steady rhythm of deep thrusts. you didn’t need to be told twice, and just completely went limp, allowing him to have his way with you once more.
his rough fingers grabbed at the fat of your hips, pulling you more into him, so he could fuck you harder.
“you like that? like when i fuck you like this?” he growled, wrapping his tatted bicep around your neck. your chin was resting on his forearm, and soon enough drool was dribbling from between your plush lips and onto his skin.
the loud moan you let out was more than enough of a response for him.
being trapped in his arms like this always made you excited, and a little scared. he was just sooo much bigger compared to you, and the fact that he was able to keep you in place or manhandle into any position he wanted didn’t make the obsession any better.
“ah ah ah! o-oh my goddd,” your baby pink, sock covered feet kicked wildly against the bed when his cock hit a spongy spot particularly deep inside of you. “gon—gonna cum soon,” you wept into his skin, the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter as the seconds passed.
“i-i know. i can feel it.”
and he wasn’t lying. your walls pulsed around him like crazy, warning him of your nearing orgasm. the loud squelching that happened each time he pushed into you was also a dead giveaway.
jungkooks hand snaked beneath your bodies once more, stopping at your lower tummy. he used three fingers to push down, hard.
this had your eyes crossing, your back arching into his scorching hot chest.
“j-jeonnn—!” you squealed out, limbs having a mind of their own as they twitched and shook violently underneath him.
jungkook tightened his grip around your neck, and fucked into you even harder, milking your orgasm for all it was worth.
“uhn, shit. squeezin’ me so tight, baby. who’s fucking you so good like this, huh?” he grit out, lowering his head to smush the side of his against your own. his tongue darted out to lick at a stray tear falling down your temple.
you couldn’t speak. your entire mind sounded like static, completely useless. that definitely wasn’t sitting right with your man.
“a-ah! jung—jungkook!” you sobbed out, the nerve endings on you shoulder going crazy from being bitten by him. it hurt, like a lot, but it also felt fucking amazing.
jungkooks tongue lolled out to soothe the bite, and each time his piercing swiped across the sensitive flesh you shivered. “there you go, baby. that’s all i wanted to hear.”
his heavy, brutal thrusts were no more, instead he settled for shallow grinding. god, he was so close to cumming, but he couldn’t. not now at least.
“c’mon. wanna— *huff* wanna fuck in front of the mirror.”
you whined at this, shaking your head weakly in protest. jungkook chuckled, sitting back on his knees, cock still nestled snugly inside of you. he spread your ass cheeks, teeth clamping onto his bottom lip at the sight of your cunt hugging his length so nicely.
“ugh, babe. m’so sensitive, please,” you sniffled, brows scrunching together in pleasure once more. this fucker had the audacity to flex his cock inside you, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face.
“pleaseee? i’ll be extra gentle i promise.”
you let out a small sigh when his rough hands began to massage at your lower back, careful not to press too hard.
“you’re such a liar. as soon as you have me bent over, you’ll be rough again,” you giggled, arousal starting slowly to pool in your belly once again.
you could feel the way his cock twitched, the way the thick veins wrapped around the base thrummed against your walls. fuck, you really wanted to feel the warmth of him nutting inside you.
jungkook mumbled a small apology as he slowly pulled his cock out, and wow. you had his shit glistening. streaks of your cream coated the base, and if you weren’t feeling so tired, he’d make you clean up your mess.
“turn around for me, pretty girl. wanna see your face.”
it took a minute, or three, but you finally managed to turn over with a loud huff. jungkook was still sitting back on his knees, eyes now glued to your swollen cunt.
you were so wet.
dribbles of your cum trailed down your ass cheeks and onto the bed, soaking the black cotton sheets even further. he chuckled, “guess i’m gonna have to do laundry . . . again. what a sloppy pussy you got, princess.”
he slapped your pussy once, twice, and when he did it a third time your thighs were closing in sensitivity.
“what’s wrong? thought you liked when i slapped her like that?” he tongued at the inside of his cheek, admiring how phat your pussy looked with your thighs closed the way they were.
“mm, i do. just extra sensitive right now,” you giggled hugging your knees to your chest.
jungkook slowly got off the bed, and with little to no strength, he pulled you down to the edge by your thighs. your arms reached out for him, and he was happy to lean down to let you wrap your arms around his thick neck.
“gonna let me have my way with you again, cutie?” he smirked, lifting your body off the bed. his rough hands cupped your ass, keeping you flush against his chest. the tip of his cock bumped against your cunt, and if he wasn’t so bent on taking you in front of the long mirror against the bedroom wall, you knew he’d fuck you right here, standing and all.
“you may . . . but you better be gentle. i have work tomorrow, n’ don’t wanna be sore,” your nails scratched at the nape of his neck, making him sigh contently. “you’re the best, baby.”
your legs slowly unwinded from around his waist, allowing him to set you down. you heard a giggle, and whipped your head around. “you laughin’ at me?” you smirked, getting on your knee in front of the mirror.
jungkook joined you on the floor, his lips breaking into an even bigger smile. “yes, yes, a little. your legs are shaking so much, i can’t help it.” and there he went showcasing those two, front bunny teeth that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw them.
you shifted towards him, your eyes sparkling like the finest of diamonds. “you’re so handsome,” you whispered, resting your hands on his thick thighs. “gimme a kiss.”
it was so nice to kiss your man again, it really was. his lips were always so soft, and plush. he did things with his tongue during kisses that you didn’t even know were possible!
“s-so obsessed with you,” jungkook moaned into your mouth, his hands gripping onto the fat of your hips so harshly, you were sure to feel it for the next couple hours.
your hand wrapped around his leaky, neglected dick, giving it a few slow pumps. jungkooks abs clenched, and his mouth parted, allowing you to suck his tongue into your mouth.
you let out a small squeak when he smacked your ass, tatted hand grabbing onto the soft, jiggly flesh afterwards. “you’re—heh, y-you’re distracting me,” he moaned softly, giving your ass another quick slap.
“m’sorry, baby. just can’t help myself, i missed your kisses so much.”
jungkook could’ve fucking cried. he was so turned on, and in love right now, the shit nearly brought him to tears.
“no, no, don’t be sorry. never be sorry, especially when it comes to men, remember?” he whined into the kiss, sloppily making his way down your jaw, and into the crook of your neck. “you’re everything—a fucking goddess. everyone should be kissing the ground you walk on.”
jungkook wasn’t even sure what he was saying at this point, too drunk on you and your body to even care what was coming out of his mouth.
your head tilted back in a moan, giving jungkook more access to your neck. “don’ say stuff like that. gonna make me an even bigger brat than i already am.”
jungkook didn’t mind that honestly. yes, you can be the biggest, poutiest brat he’s ever met, but you were his brat.
his brat to punish and reward as he see fit. his to fuck, and then take care of afterwards. his to spoil.
and spoiled you were!
after many failed relationships/situationships, jungkook became your first real boyfriend when you reached your early twenties. he took care of you financially, and loved you in ways you didn’t even know were possible, ruining you for any man or woman that could potentially come after him. (there will be no one that comes after him.)
“i don’t give a fuck about that. gotta keep you bratty so you need me all the time. all i wanna do is be needed by you, y/n.”
with one final kiss to your sweaty skin, jungkook removed his face from that oh so comfortable crook in your neck. “now turn around, and arch for me.”
you didn’t say anything. you just peered at him through your lashes, and gave him that look. the look that silently told him you wanted him to fuck you sooo good, and fill you up with his kids.
you turned around, now facing the mirror. you looked completely spent; the light eye makeup you wore to work was now streaky and smudged. the cherry gloss you were once wearing was now nothing but a memory—jungkook made sure of that.
your eyes found his in the mirror, and never left them as you got on all fours. your back arched, and that’s when jungkook was the first to break eye contact, his eyes immediately falling on your pussy.
you looked very enticing from this angle to say the least.
“remember,” you spoke softly, regaining his attention, “go slow.”
he didn’t want to go slow, like at all. his balls felt so heavy, ready to fill up your soft walls. going slow was the last thing jungkook wanted to do.
but you were his princess, his special girl, his reason for still having hope in this crazy world—so instead of fucking you into you floor like he hated you, jungkook took his time. well sorta.
he used no hands to push himself back inside your warmth, something you both very much enjoyed to watch, and slammed all the way in without warning.
you made a noise between a sob and a moan, completely taken aback by the action. your face fell into the plush carpet, your arch deepened, and jungkook could tell you were going to lay into him by the pout on your lips, but he was quick to shush your whines with a few soft kisses on the small of your back.
“so deep like this . .” your voice was light and airy, brain totally convinced that jungkook was almost in your tummy. a whine bubbled in your chest when he pulled your head up by your hair, forcing you to look at him once more.
“keep your head up. ‘wanna see your face while i fuck you.”
sigh, he had such a way with words.
a small, dopey smile formed on your lips, and he could see the hearts forming in your eyes at the demand. “i’ll keep my head up. promise.”
jungkook offered you a small smile in the mirror, and then his eyes slowly trailed to the sight of your cunt swallowing up his dick. your ass was pressed nice n’ tight against his pelvis, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the heat from your pussy against his balls.
he tongued at his lip piercing, nostrils flaring as he slowly pulled out an inch, and then pushed himself back in. he just kept repeating to himself ‘need to go slow. need to go slow. need to go slow for her.’
while jungkook was having an internal battle to keep his composure, you were having your own challenges trying to keep your head up. each time he pushed back in, he went all the way in to the hilt, letting his fat tip knock against sensitive, spongy spot deep inside you.
a pearl colored ring of cream was now forming on the base of his cock, and that just made it all the more harder to keep his slow, steady rhythm going.
“love taking you like this,” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your peachy ass. when he glanced your reflection in the mirror; your head was still surprisingly up, but your eyes were low lidded, and your teeth were clamped onto your bottom lip so hard it looked like you were on the verge of drawing blood.
thankfully you released the plump flesh to respond to him, “y-yeah, me too.”
although you couldn’t see what he did, you could certainly hear it. the sound of his thick cock splitting open your creamy folds was deafening. you were so wet that at some points, jungkook was afraid his dick would slip right out of you.
“stop clenching s-so much,” he huffed, pulling you back by the fat of your ass to fuck into you not faster, but harder.
each time he was a little more than halfway out, you would clench your cunt around his tip, like you were afraid he’d pull out, and leave you high and dry.
“sorry i just—hah! n-need you to go a little faster? please?” you tried to make it sound like a demand, but under your boyfriends’ hungry stare, it was hard to give him any kind of orders. he made you feel so helpless when he got like this.
“yeah? like this?” the pace of his hips increased slightly, but not enough to satiate you. your eyes met his in the mirror again, “um, more like this—”
you pulled your hips forward, and slammed them back. you repeated this action until jungkook began to match your pace while also maintaining how hard his cock was pumping into you.
you thought he was deep before, but this was entirely new—you could feel him in your chest! it hurt a little, but it hurt so good.
“y-yeah—mm, just like that.” your head was starting to droop, obstructing his view of your pretty, fucked out face. this simply wouldn’t do—not when you’ve reached being peak cockdrunk.
your head was yanked up by your hair, and kept in place by jungkooks hand, his grip not loosening in the slightest. “do you even know what your name is right now?” he chuckled, swatting at your ass before gripping the jiggling flesh.
you whined, lips pushing into a pout as you shook your head ‘no’. this made his smile grow wider, and his balls tighten—he needed you cum inside you now.
his hand moved from your hair to your throat, and with a gentle tug, he finally relieved you of holding yourself up by keeping you pressed tightly against his sweaty chest.
“i’m so fucking cl-ose, god. please tell me you’re close, baby,” his words came out slurred from him mouthing at your shoulder.
you wanted to answer him, please him, but you simply couldn’t find the worlds—let alone move your lips to say them. that was until jungkook threatened to pull out if you didn’t.
you knew he wasn’t bluffing by the way his hips started to slow, and you’d be damned if they came to a complete stop.
you turned your head towards him, and jungkooks lips caught yours in a nasty kiss. tongues were sucked, teeth clashed together, and while he sucked on your bottom lip, you muttered out a breathy, ‘i’m close, kook.’
“i love you so much.”
“i love you m-more.”
several bruising thrusts later, and jungkook was cumming inside you with a loud whine, his hand closing around the sides of your throat a bit tighter to keep you in place. he shoved his free hand between your dripping thighs, and with three thick fingers, he rubbed fast circles on your clit.
“o-oh shittt!” your hand wrapped around his tatted wrist tightly, fingernails digging into his heated skin in a weak attempt to stop him.
“i told you to watch your fucking mouth,” he moaned out, pushing your head into the carpet, hard. you barely noticed though, too wrapped up in your quickly approaching orgasm.
he propped one knee up, and began delivering mean strokes. “you’re kinda struggling to listen today *huff* guess i can’t blame you though,” he chuckled, briefly slowing his thrusts so he could let a glob of spit fall into the already excessively wet mess between your bodies.
his cock as completely covered in your essence and his cum, and fuck, he felt so sensitive and raw, but he just couldn’t stop. in this moment, he truly believed that fucking your creamed pussy like this was the closest he’d get to feeling nirvana.
you were completely taken aback by how rough he was being with you. you loved it. you wanted more.
just as you were about to cum you moaned out ‘oh fuck!’ so loud, you were sure your neighbors heard. this only made jungkook smush your face harder into the carpet, his body hunching almost completely over yours as he fucked you at a speed so quick it had you seeing white.
you could suddenly feel puffs of air against your ear.
“if you wanted to get fucked harder all you had to do was ask—don’t gotta disobey me to get me to do it,” you heard him growl into your ear, and that’s what had you cumming with a squeal, your back arching completely into the floor.
jungkook fucked you through the entire thing, and then some more.
“y-yeah, that’s right. get it out for me—f-fuck, you sound so hot,” he whined into your hair, his pace never once faltering. he pressed a kiss to your sweaty shoulder, and straightened up his back. he bit down roughly on his bottom lip as he admired the erotic sight before him.
“p-pull out!” you moaned out, and when your cunt clenched tightly around his cock, he knew what was coming.
jungkook pulled out completely, and a clear stream of your cum followed, soaking the carpet beneath you. your body went limp, slowly slumping into a pile of mush.
you whimpered, tears free falling down your cheeks as jungkook massaged your ass and lower back. you could hear him mumbling praises, but you were entirely too spent to respond.
“c’mon, lets get you off the floor, and into the shower,” he spoke softly, earning a whine of disapproval from you. “you’re all messy, baby. plus, you need to pee,” he said matter of factly. he never failed to wake you up out a blissful post-fuck catnap to pee.
“fine, but you’re gonna have to carry me.”
“don’t i always, pretty girl?”
fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in the shower with jungkook, steaming water cascading down your sore bodies. jungkook had wrapped your hair up for you before you got in, allowing you to enjoy this quiet time with no worries.
he held you tightly against his chest, and hummed lowly, rocking your bodies side to side. after a few moments he whispered, “you think you can stand by yourself while i wash you?”
he was always such an intimate, sweet man.
you pressed a gentle kiss to his pec and nodded. “wanna wash you too when you’re done,” you mumbled, immediately missing his warmth as you detached your arms from around his slim waist.
jungkook was quick to squirt your favorite hemp rose soap into a loofa, and with careful hands, he scrubbed your body. first was your shoulders, and then your breasts where he took his sweet time, and as he scrubbed over your tummy and lower abdomen, a certain feeling had your lower half tingling.
“turn around, baby,” he hummed, adding more soap onto the loofa. he washed over your back carefully, afraid that if he added too much pressure, you’d shatter right in front of him.
he had you turn towards him once again, and got on his knees so he could wash your legs. he was very thorough. not a an inch of skin gone untouched by him.
he was eye level with your still messy pussy, and he’d be lying if he said taking a lick or two didn’t cross his perverted mind.
he looked up at you through his dripping lashes, “could you hand me your washcloth, please? gotta, um, clean up between your thighs.”
you brushed dark, wet strands of hair out of his face, allowing you to see those oh so tempting big, brown eyes of his.
“how about . . you use your tongue?” your voice came out tiny at the end, embarrassment flooding your system. you weren’t the best at dirty talk like this freak was.
he smirked at you, “yeah? want me to clean you up?”
he kissed at the insides of your thighs, nipping at the petal soft skin every now again to hear you gasp. your back fell against the cool tiles of the shower wall when you felt his tongue ghost over your slit.
he swiftly, yet calmly lifted your leg up by the back of your knee, and set it carefully over his shoulder. his tongue flattened, and slowly licked between your folds. the taste that greeted him was nothing less than sweet.
because of his great diet, jungkooks cum was on the sweeter side, so he never minded eating it out your pussy, especially when yours was mixed with it.
“keep going s-slow like that,” you huffed out, bucking your hips up. jungkook hummed and continued slowly stroking your clit, with his tongue. when his piercing brushed over it you mewled like a kitten, brows scrunching in pleasure.
his hand caressed the thigh that was on his shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps with each touch.
“good pussy,” he mumbled into your cunt, circling your hole with his tongue before slowly pushing it inside. your stomach caved in in sensitivity, a broken moan slipping past your kiss bitten lips.
his tongue massaged your sensitive walls, curling up just enough to have your thighs twitching. his nose nudged against your clit with each movement, bringing you closer and closer to your umpteenth orgasm of the night. you’d lost count long ago.
you nearly collapsed when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, and jungkook was quick to kiss your whines away with small pecks to your clit. “just one, baby. just wanna get you to where you need to be,” he groaned into your cunt, sucking your clit between his plump lips.
your thighs started to shake, and it wasn’t love before you were creaming all over jungkooks tongue with a high whimper. he laved his tongue sloppily over your swollen button, making you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible.
he licked your pussy clean, not leaving a drop behind to be wasted. “always so sweet for me,” he grinned, kissing the mound of your pussy before standing.
“now let me actually clean you up, needy girl,” he smirked, reaching for your lilac colored washcloth. he was gentle as ever as he slide the cloth over your gooey folds. he would mumble sweet apologies anytime he brushed over your raw clit, and each apology was followed by a kiss.
he was next to be washed down, and trust you took your sweet time running the navy blue loofa over his slicked skin. when you reached his lower half, he just smirked at you the entire time.
“my eyes are up here, pretty,” he chortled, regaining your attention that was previously on his soft cock. even when he wasn’t aroused his cock still looked so enticing.
once out of the shower, jungkook did all the work; meaning he dried you off, covered your body in shea butter, and ‘dressed you’ which was just him putting one of his shirts on you with nothing underneath.
all that fucking made him work up quite the appetite, so you weren’t entirely surprised when he started complaining of a rumbling stomach.
you settled on whipping him up his favorite spicy instant ramen with a fried egg. his body was glued to yours the entire time you cooked, lips occasionally pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder.
“mm, kook,” you giggled, craning your neck away from his eager lips, “go sit, i’m almost finished. i’ll heat up the strudels while you eat.”
“but you’re so warmmm.”
“well, you should’ve put on a shirt. not my fault you wanna walk around and flaunt your muscles,” you grinned, pouring the steaming noodles into his favorite bowl to eat ramen out of.
it was a red, ceramic bowl that you had made during a pottery class you took with your friend. you were insistent on throwing it away because, lets face it, it could’ve been prettier, but jungkook refused to toss it. he insisted it was one of the most beautiful ceramic dishes he’s ever seen. a lie, but a sweet one.
with a huff, jungkook released his hold on you, and slowly made his way to the small table in the corner of the kitchen. he sat in one of the two chairs, and propped his chin on his elbow, admiring the view of you bustling around the small kitchen.
“there, all finished,” you said to yourself, carefully placing the fried egg on top of the noodles. “here you go, baby. careful, its super hot.”
jungkook didn’t head your words, of course, and took a big bite after blowing on the steaming bowl a handful of times. “s’hot . . . but s’good,” he said with a mouthful of food, brows furrowing together almost angrily.
“i’m glad you like them. i tried to eat some, but they were entirely too spicy for me,” you snickered, placing the strudels on a baking sheet.
“oh come onnn, they can’t be that spicy to you. c’mere give them another tryyyy.” even though you knew you were gonna regret your decision to indulge in the spicy food, you didn’t mind in the slightest knowing it would make jungkook happy.
begrudgingly, you stalked over to where he was sitting, your hands glued to your sides. “come here, pretty girl. got a small bite right here for you,” he smirked, holding up his chopsticks.
you made a small noise that sounded like a whine, and bent down, taking his chopsticks between your lips. sure enough, they were too hot for your tastebuds, leaving behind a painful sting as you swallowed them.
“ack! see, kook! too spicyyyy,” you panted out, shuffling your way over to the fridge.
as you downed a glass of ice cold cranberry juice to soothe the ache in your mouth, jungkook just watched with hearts in his eyes.
Synopsis: He hasn't seen you since you two were kids, but here you are, in that tight little dress. Swaying your hips against him. Let him have one night, just one night to make you his.
song of the day: in the closet by: Michael Jackson + Are you even real by: Teddy swims & Giveon
w.c: 1,475
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a/n: enjoyyy 🫶
Namjoon might be dreaming, that's what it felt like. His ears were buzzing from the music blasting in the club. The drunken bodies pushed up against him, but as he tunes them out he notices you. Your ass pushed up against his as you two grind your bodies together to some R&B song that was playing through the speakers.
This should feel wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. But when it came to you, his actions didn't matter. His thoughts didn't matter. Not when you look so gorgeous under the neon lights. Not when your ass is rubbing against his black jeans. Not when he smells strawberries from the perfume you're wearing. Not when his body is reacting before his brain.
"Joonie." He feels your breath against his ears, the sweet strawberry perfume smells intoxicating. He places his hands on your waist and he lets out a hum. "Let's get out of here, hm?" You say to him, you lean back a bit so he could look at you. Namjoon feels his heart stop. Fuck. You looked more gorgeous, the way you bit your lip, the way your eyes looked glossy as you waited for his answer.
He'll be an idiot if he said no.
With a nod you two walk out together of the club. He pats his pockets to find his car keys once you two get to his truck. Once he unlocks the door he helps you in, putting on your seatbelt and the placing a kiss on your forehead before shutting the door to your side and going to the driver side.
The drive felt like an eternity once he pulls up to his apartment, and when you two get inside his apartment he feels your lips on his. Namjoon doesn't remember when you push him down against his bed or even when the back of his legs hit the foot of the bed before you are crawling over his body. Straddling your legs beside his thin hips. You roll your hips slightly as he kisses you, his tongue fighting against yours and the little deep tiny breathes you let out once he starts to rock his hips against yours too. You pull your lips off of his before sliding down in between his legs, your fingers work on his pant button, forcing it off and you reach for his waist to pull his pants off. Namjoon lifts his lips up helping you pull them off. He looks down at you, his eyes slightly dark as he watches you place your right hand on the band of his underwear to also pull them down.
A soft gasp leaves his lips as he feels your warm palm around him then a grunt as you roll your thumb on the slit. He felt like all of his senses were on fire. "Fuck. Good girl." His voice sounded rough as he praised you. That simple praise makes your panties stick to your folds. And when you bring your mouth down his shaft you feel his body tension, his hand moves to your hair gripping it slightly as he pushes it down so that you choke slightly around him.
One thing about Namjoon he wasn't small, in fact his dick was long, and thick. His girth could barely fit inside your pretty little throat even if you forced yourself too. His hips slightly tilts as you start to move your head, your hands pumping the parts you can't reach. Deepthroating him relaxing your jaw as you give him the greatest head he has ever had. "F-Fuck your mouth feels like heaven doll." He groans out as his eyes squeeze shut. You feel his hips start to move causing him to thrust into your mouth and you let him.
Spit trails down your hands and the side of your mouth as you keep moving your hands around him. Each twist, each thrust, namjoon feels like floating. He can feel his breathing coming heavier. "Doll, keep going I'm gonna cum." He moans as the grip of his hand tightens around your hair. With one final thrust he cums down your throat. You swallow it and pull off of him.
You don't remember when Namjoon pulls your panties off or do you remember him pulling you back down on his lap until you feel his dick rubbing against your sticky folds. You roll your hips against him, closing your eyes as you rub against him. Slick sounds fill his bed room, and a moan leaves your lips as his tip rubs against your clit making your legs shake a little. Your body shivers at the feeling making Namjoon grin as he watches your body react. You lift up slightly, grabbing his dick again to line it up with your entrance. "You sure you don't want me to prep you?" Namjoon voice stops you from moving as you look up at him. His eyes are blown out, his usual dark brown eyes are darken, his black hair is sticking to his forehead. He looks so more fucked out then you, like he's been waiting for this for years. "I'm wet enough." You mumble to him and give him a small smile as you slide down slowly. A gasp leaves your throat as he stretches you open. Your hand grips his shirt as you take him inch by inch.
Namjoon free hand trail in between your bodies as he rubs your clit helping your body relax a bit as you slide down deeper. Once you bottom out he uses both of his hands to grip your hips and you bend forward to put your lips on his. A low moans leaves your lips as Namjoon forces his tongue down your throat. With his hands he starts to move your hips slightly, and the trail his right hand up your spine, to your hair and grips it as you grind down against him.
'You don't normally do this.' Is what your brain is screaming as you let Namjoon thrust up, a whimper leaves your lips against his as you try to slam down your hips against his. It's like tug of war, you grind, he moves his hips up, you can't even remember the last time sex for you has been this slow.
Namjoon leans his head back slightly, his lips swollen matching yours. Before you can even open your mouth Namjoon grips the back of your head before he starts fucking you himself. Your mouth opens and you feel your eyes roll back as he moves his hips up harder, faster. His balls hitting your ass cheeks. "S-Sir! Oh fuck right there!" Namjoon could literally cum just from your voice.
A groan leaves his lips and he leans forward to kiss the base of your throat. You could feel your legs shake as you too start to move your hips faster. "Good fucking girl, fuck this feels so good doll." Namjoon grunts as he grips both of your ass cheeks and pulls them part to help you bring your hips down.
"Shit. Gonna cum." You gasp out as you feel your body start to get hot. "Fuck. Do it doll. Come for me." And you do. Your orgasm hits harder than you expect it too. Creaming around his dick, clenching around him making namjoon come after you. A loud squeak leaves your lips, not expecting him to come after you. He groans and digs his nails into one ass cheek, his legs going still before his body stops moving from the after shocks.
"Don't..don't say anything." You hear him mumble making you giggle a little and you stare up at him. It was the first time you have ever actually looked at him the whole night. The alcohol gone from your brain, making it less foggy. Fuck. His honey golden skin sparking in sweat, his thin plumped lips are smudged with your lip gloss. As your eyes trail down his body you can see his collarbone peaking through his black shirt he had on still.
"Are you seriously checking me out right now?" Namjoon says with amusement once you jump slightly. "Maybe." You mumble blinking as you look back up at him. "So..does that mean that your mind?" He questions making you roll your eyes at his question.
Synopsis: He's everywhere, his touch, his scent, and your heart
Paring: bfkai! Xf!reader
Genre: smut, fluff
sw: it's really tame really. I couldnt figure out a hard core sex scene for you guys :(
Song of the day: If You Call Me by P1Harmony
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A/n: on the count of 3 say I suck- because I do. It shouldn't have took me this long to post this. And I truly feel bad. I was tempting just to put this series on hold, once I was ready to come back to writing because truth be told. I haven't been in a writing mood lately. I have had major writers block and I think the depression isn't helping much. I'm going to try to continue this series the best I can even though it isn't summer time anymore. Thank you for being patient, I really appreciate it.
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You were in love with Kai. Like so in love that you'll do anything for him. And he'll do the same, he'll even skip practice for you like he's doing now, his tongue deep down your throat as he rolls his hips against your underwear, your panties leaking with your arousal.
A deep moan leaves your lips, Kai sighs in pleasure when he pulls his lips away from yours. A line of spit is connected on his lips from yours. He looks up at you, his lips form into a grin when he looks at you. "What?" You say, confused but a little amused. Your boyfriend just laughs shaking his head as he sits up just a bit and takes off his shirt.
"Nothing. You're just so beautiful that's all." He mumbles and leans back in to kiss you again. I giggle leaves your lips and you pull away from him, you too pull off your shirt as well throwing it somewhere in the room and Kai bites his lip, he then trails his mouth from your lips to the side of your neck. A kiss here and a kiss there before he bites down on the base of your neck. A whimper leaves your throat and you can feel the smile on his lips as he does it again. He then shifts his body in between your parted legs, his kisses leave your throat to the top of your boobs. Kai does the same to your boobs as he's done to your neck.
Kai sits up again, and goes to unbuttoned his black pants. Sliding off of the bed he pulls his pants down his thick tan legs, his muscles flex on his thighs as he steps out of his jeans and leans over to pull your leggings off your hips. You couldn't stop staring at him, the way his pinkish lips look as he bites down on the bottom of them, or the way his pale and tan chest look as the sun peaks through his black out curtains landing on his chest making him look like a god.
Apparently Kai couldn't stop looking at you too. Because the moment you come to your senses, you trail your eyes up to his. His darker pupils are blown out, and you let out a deep breath as you feel his middle finger trail down your thighs and In between. You watch him study you. Which wouldn't be the first. Kai likes to take his time with you, watch how your body reacts, watch how you react. And as much as you love when he does, right now you needed him. Your pussy was leaking down to your ass, to the point you start to squirm. "Please..touch me." That's all your boyfriend needed to hear has he pulls his underwear off. His dick hits the base of his stomach. The tip of his dick leaking with pre cum.
Kai pulls down your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room as he climbs back in the bed, you part your legs wider as he lines up against your entrance. You clinch around nothing, a small moans leaves your lips as you feel his tip rub against your folds. Once he slides in, you take in a deep breath. The wind in your lungs feels like they're being sucked out of you as he sinks in deeper and deeper into your wet soppy cunt.
"Fuck. You're so warm kitten." Kai grunts as he grips your hips to steady himself. You could feel his thighs clenching as he tried to not move as much as he bottoms out. He wants for you to nod your head, and once you do he thrust slowly. Each time he sinks back in a wet squishy sound is heard. You dig your nails into his forearm, and a groan leaves his lips as he goes a little faster. Kai leans above you, bending down to press his lips on yours. As your lips move together his thrust becomes more faster. And your moans get louder too. Each moan higher than the last as you pull him closer.
His cologne was toxic to your brain. You felt yourself slip deeper and deeper under his spell, even if you could call it that. But it didn't seem like he couldn't care less. He was so pussy drunk that he lost every ounce of self respect for himself.
Not that he would care that is.
"Kai! Fuck!" He found your sweet spot. A grin forms on his lips once he pulls away from you. He hits your Gspot over, and over. Abusing the poor little thing. Your vision was blurry, your body felt like it was on fire. You feel kai dig his nails into your hips as he goes harder. A whimper leaves your throat as you feel your orgasm. "Shit. Are you close kitten? I feel you squeeze me in. Fuck. Cum for me baby." Kai voice was deeper than normal as he lets go of your hips, and trail his hand in between your legs as he using his thumb to rub your puffy clit. Your eyes roll back as you cum, moans leave your lips as Kai, continues to fuck you through your orgasm. A few thrust later, you feel his warm seed fill you up, and a grunt leaves his throat as his hips stop.
You two stay like that, not saying a word as he tries to catch his breath. Once he does he leans down again and put his lips on yours, kissing you slowly as his hand trail your jaw holding you in place. His lips tasted like strawberries and a hint of vanilla which you would guess came from you since he liked to take basically anything you own. "I love you." You mumble against his lips as he pulls away. Kai's lips form into a smile as he looks at you. "And I love you more pretty."
I have had major writers block for the past month in a half. And on top of that I been getting ready to go back to college so I just been all over the place.
The summer event is still happening! Don’t you worry, I might just extend it to September or October even though it won’t be summer anymore.
Synopsis: You broke up with him months ago, so why can't he get you out of his head?
Paring: Idol!Taehyung x!femalereader
Genre: angst
Song of the day: Something in the Orange by Zack Bryan
w.c: 1,018
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When you asked Taehyung for a break, he gave it to you. It was about time, with him being gone for so long in the military. So he accepted it. But when you asked him, that maybe you two should break up. His whole world stopped.
"What do you mean break up?" Is the first thing that came out of his mouth. Your eyes looking up at him, your hands playing with the rings on your tiny fingers. A sigh leaves your lips, "It's time." It was the only words you say before walking to the front door, and reaching for the doorknob. You stand there for a moment, and tae wonders if he was supposed to fight back that day. Was he supposed to tell you no? Was he supposed to fall on his knees and beg for you to not go?
Looking back on that day he can't quite put his finger on when he started regretting not saying something. It's been months since then. Since he's seen your face, since he's heard your voice. But every time he goes on instagram he sees pictures of you. You have moved on. It clearly shown from the pictures you posted with another man. But that should of broke him right?
No.
What broke him was when he found out you were having a baby with that man. He didn't find it on instagram though. No. He saw you, walking in the park with one of your friends. The summer air thick, and for a split second he didn't know it was you.
But that blue sundress is what caught his eye. It was the one he bought you, the one you seen in a shop while he was out of town in Japan. But what really made him stop in his tracks was the bump. His heart nearly stopped in chest, he felt like you were attacking him. A dream of his, to have you carrying his babies. His. And for you to go and have a baby with another man that wasn't him. He nearly almost screamed.
"So, she's pregnant?" Jungkook, his bandmate asked when Taehyung takes another swing of his beer that was in his hand. Tae gives him a nod, the most saddest one he has ever done in his life. Jungkook gives him a small smile and reaches over to pat his shoulder softly. "It's okay." The young mumbles to him. Tae wants to believe him, he does. But his heart feels like it's breaking into two.
You moved on, so why can't he?
After that Taehyung deleted every picture of you in his phone, every post about you gone. So when he went over to your house to get his hoodies he didn't let out a sound. "Here you go." You say to him handing him the box full of his stuff. He nods grabbing the box from your hands. "I see..I see that you moved on." It was the only words he has spoken to you when he showed up that evening. You laugh softly and nod, your hand touching the top of your belly bump. "Yeah. I have." You nod, a soft, almost apologetic smile on your lips.
Taehyung swallows hard. The weight of your words hits him like a punch to the gut, but he doesn't flinch. He can't. Not in front of you.
There's a silence. Thick. Unbearable. It stretches between the two of you like a chasm neither of you knows how to cross anymore. The box in his arms suddenly feels heavier than it should, like it's filled with more than just sweatshirts and memories—it's filled with everything you two used to be.
"Is he good to you?" Taehyung asks quietly, voice low, as if the question itself is too sacred to be said aloud.
Your eyes soften. "Yeah he is. He's gentle. He's patient. He's everything I need right now." You say it with no malice, no intention to hurt. But the words slice through him anyway.
Taehyung nods again, jaw clenched. He shifts the box in his arms and glances past you for a moment, to the inside of the apartment he once called home. The same hallway where he kissed you when he got back from tour. The same kitchen where he used to dance with you barefoot and half-asleep. It's different now. Warmer somehow, softer. Like it finally belonged to someone else.
"You look happy," he forces out.
"I am," you say. "Are you?"
The question feels like a trap. Because what does he say? That he hasn't had a good night's sleep since you walked out the door? That no matter how many times he tells himself to move on, it's your name that still comes to him in his dreams? That seeing you with someone else's child inside you makes him feel like he's grieving a life he never got to live?
But instead, he just says, "I will be."
You look at him then, for the first time really look at him. And for a moment, there's that familiar flicker of something old. Something buried. But it's gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by something final. Something peaceful.
You step back, hand still resting protectively on your bump. "Take care of yourself, Tae."
He nods, stepping off the porch. The box still in his arms, your scent lingering faintly from the fabric inside. He doesn't look back. He knows if he does, he might fall apart completely.
But as he gets into his car, he lets out a long, broken breath.
Because this—this is what goodbye really feels like.
And this time, there's no coming back. So after months he cries. Sobs uncontrollably, like he's been holding it in for so long. And after a while, his heart that was once broken is slowly coming back together.
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an: hiii welcome to the first chapter of the summer series! I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to be added to the taglist please let me know.
Synopsis: You broke up with him months ago, so why can't he get you out of his head?
Paring: Idol!Taehyung x!femalereader
Genre: angst
Song of the day: Something in the Orange by Zack Bryan
w.c: 1,018
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When you asked Taehyung for a break, he gave it to you. It was about time, with him being gone for so long in the military. So he accepted it. But when you asked him, that maybe you two should break up. His whole world stopped.
"What do you mean break up?" Is the first thing that came out of his mouth. Your eyes looking up at him, your hands playing with the rings on your tiny fingers. A sigh leaves your lips, "It's time." It was the only words you say before walking to the front door, and reaching for the doorknob. You stand there for a moment, and tae wonders if he was supposed to fight back that day. Was he supposed to tell you no? Was he supposed to fall on his knees and beg for you to not go?
Looking back on that day he can't quite put his finger on when he started regretting not saying something. It's been months since then. Since he's seen your face, since he's heard your voice. But every time he goes on instagram he sees pictures of you. You have moved on. It clearly shown from the pictures you posted with another man. But that should of broke him right?
No.
What broke him was when he found out you were having a baby with that man. He didn't find it on instagram though. No. He saw you, walking in the park with one of your friends. The summer air thick, and for a split second he didn't know it was you.
But that blue sundress is what caught his eye. It was the one he bought you, the one you seen in a shop while he was out of town in Japan. But what really made him stop in his tracks was the bump. His heart nearly stopped in chest, he felt like you were attacking him. A dream of his, to have you carrying his babies. His. And for you to go and have a baby with another man that wasn't him. He nearly almost screamed.
"So, she's pregnant?" Jungkook, his bandmate asked when Taehyung takes another swing of his beer that was in his hand. Tae gives him a nod, the most saddest one he has ever done in his life. Jungkook gives him a small smile and reaches over to pat his shoulder softly. "It's okay." The young mumbles to him. Tae wants to believe him, he does. But his heart feels like it's breaking into two.
You moved on, so why can't he?
After that Taehyung deleted every picture of you in his phone, every post about you gone. So when he went over to your house to get his hoodies he didn't let out a sound. "Here you go." You say to him handing him the box full of his stuff. He nods grabbing the box from your hands. "I see..I see that you moved on." It was the only words he has spoken to you when he showed up that evening. You laugh softly and nod, your hand touching the top of your belly bump. "Yeah. I have." You nod, a soft, almost apologetic smile on your lips.
Taehyung swallows hard. The weight of your words hits him like a punch to the gut, but he doesn't flinch. He can't. Not in front of you.
There's a silence. Thick. Unbearable. It stretches between the two of you like a chasm neither of you knows how to cross anymore. The box in his arms suddenly feels heavier than it should, like it's filled with more than just sweatshirts and memories—it's filled with everything you two used to be.
"Is he good to you?" Taehyung asks quietly, voice low, as if the question itself is too sacred to be said aloud.
Your eyes soften. "Yeah he is. He's gentle. He's patient. He's everything I need right now." You say it with no malice, no intention to hurt. But the words slice through him anyway.
Taehyung nods again, jaw clenched. He shifts the box in his arms and glances past you for a moment, to the inside of the apartment he once called home. The same hallway where he kissed you when he got back from tour. The same kitchen where he used to dance with you barefoot and half-asleep. It's different now. Warmer somehow, softer. Like it finally belonged to someone else.
"You look happy," he forces out.
"I am," you say. "Are you?"
The question feels like a trap. Because what does he say? That he hasn't had a good night's sleep since you walked out the door? That no matter how many times he tells himself to move on, it's your name that still comes to him in his dreams? That seeing you with someone else's child inside you makes him feel like he's grieving a life he never got to live?
But instead, he just says, "I will be."
You look at him then, for the first time really look at him. And for a moment, there's that familiar flicker of something old. Something buried. But it's gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by something final. Something peaceful.
You step back, hand still resting protectively on your bump. "Take care of yourself, Tae."
He nods, stepping off the porch. The box still in his arms, your scent lingering faintly from the fabric inside. He doesn't look back. He knows if he does, he might fall apart completely.
But as he gets into his car, he lets out a long, broken breath.
Because this—this is what goodbye really feels like.
And this time, there's no coming back. So after months he cries. Sobs uncontrollably, like he's been holding it in for so long. And after a while, his heart that was once broken is slowly coming back together.
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an: hiii welcome to the first chapter of the summer series! I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to be added to the taglist please let me know.
Summary: He loves you, a lot. To the point where it hurts him to see you go, but you aren't together. He's just Jung Hoseok, the biggest superstar on the planet. Then there's you. His fan, his number one superhero that he can't have. No matter what.
Paring: Idol! Hoseok x f!black reader
Genre: fluff, angus, and smut
sw: love making really, unprotected sex, sir kink, riding, it's not as nasty as I can get guys 😭
wc: 2,569
song of the day: sex ain't better than love by trey songz
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Hoseok looks at her, her smile, the way she giggles at the show they are watching, the curls of her hair that hit her shoulder. It makes his heart flutter. "Hobi?" He hears her mumble, which brings him out of his thoughts. His brown eyes find hers and she smiles softly at him. "You okay?" She mumbles and goes to rub the cloth of this knee. He nods and kisses her cheek before climbing out of the bed.
Hoseok and you had a very strange relationship. Some would say you two were a couple but behind closed doors Hoseok was nothing more than a friend- friend with benefits. But you wouldn't even call him a friend. He was an idol of a group you liked, and you were a fan, a fan he just so happened to pick out of a crowd of people in Chicago. It's silly really because Hoseok and you were only supposed to hook up one time. And then at the end of the night, you two would go on your separate ways.
It didn't happen like that. The next morning you woke up Hoseok had already showered, had breakfast ready for you and he gave you the sweetest smile. That's when you knew, that this wasn't going to be the last time you two would see each other, which brings you here, in his hotel room- again. But this time he's in your home town, in the middle of May, for a concert you also had tickets for. "I need to get going, hun." You hear his voice in the bathroom, he opens the door and turns the light off as he steps out. All you do is stare at him as he moves around in the small room, trying to find the hoodie he threw somewhere. You do end up getting out of his comfortable bed and putting on your shoes. You don't want to go, being so close to Hoseok, you miss his comfort, his touches, and you know when you walk out that door he's not gonna see you as his fuck buddy- no he'll just see you as a fan that's in the crowd today. With a soft sigh, you wave to him as you walk out of his hotel room, you're heart aching when he doesn't come out to you.
Hoseok groans when he looks at his phone for the fifth time that night. His member and he finished their second tour of the night, and they decided to celebrate it by doing a live. But he couldn't stop staring at his phone. no text. no call. you didn't even bother to even tell him how good the concert was, and that started to fuck with his head. So Hoseok tries to distract himself, but no amount of champagne, or his members jokes. Nothing works. By the end of the night, when he goes into his room he ends up laying in his bed. Staring at the ceiling, debating whether or not to call you. But he knows he shouldn't.
Maybe you're mad. He thinks to himself, it wouldn't be the first time. But conversation after conversation, explaining to you that there's no way for you two to be together. Even if he likes you. Even if deep down his heart aches when he sees you in the crowd. Even when late at night he just wants to pull you in his private car and kiss you. He can't. So Hoseok keeps putting himself in these situations. Bring you to every concert, fucking you in his hotel bed, and then dumping you all because deep down he's scared. Then he stares at you, as you look at him. Tear stained cheeks, your hands balled up into fists, your eyes are so dark and empty that he doesn't know if he feels bad about it. "I hate you." Hoseok keeps repeating in his mind, it echoes. He can't even hear you anymore. Truth be told he feels- he doesn't, actually if you ask Hoseok if he loves you, if he cares about you. He might say yes. To a random stranger sure. But if you ask. It's always a trick question.
"You don't hate me princess." He says, with a small smile on his heart shaped lips. It makes you want to slap him again. So you stare at his brown chocolate eyes again and repeat the letters, this time walking up to him as you do. And he still sits there, on his soft hotel bed. With his concert outfit on still, make up and all. He looks gorgeous, sexy even. It makes you want to straddle him and kiss his smirk off his lips. But you can't. You refuse.
"Why are we even fighting?"
"Oh Hoseok don't act like you don't know."
"That's because I don't." He replied with a shrug. Which makes you slap him again across his beautiful face making it sting just like the first time. You hear him take a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek. "Do that again and I swear to god I'll hit you back. You really have to learn to use your words beautiful. You use them any other fucking time."
"Because when I do Hoseok you push my feelings aside. Telling me that it's not worth crying over, that we aren't together. But friends don't sleep in the same bed. Friends don't buy them cute little dress to wear to fancy dinners and parties. Friends don't write songs about them. Friends don't kiss them after they win an award. Friends don't fuck each other Hoseok. But you say I'm crazy? You say I'm over dramatic. I didn't even sign a NDA I just chose to be quiet. God Hoseok friends don't say they want to fuck a baby into them." Every word makes Hoseok heart breaks. To the point when he can't even look at you, he refuse too. "Baby.." he starts but you cut him off grabbing your jacket. "No. Don't baby me, fuck you Hoseok I mean it." You start to walk to the door and Hoseok grabs your arm. "Get the fuck off of me!" You yell.
"Princess..please sit back down." He says looking at you. He doesn't let go of your arm as you try to pull away. Truth be honest. He's not getting his way this time you think. "Hoseok. Let go." He doesn't budge either looking at you, and shakes his head before pulling you to his bed and forcing you to sit back on the bed. "Let's talk like adults, princess. See, I tried. And I mean I tried to be patient when you hit me, ignored me, you fucking embarrassed me in front of my members. Do you know what I go through? Bring you to every single show? Spending my money on you. I done everything you ever wanted, gave you the world y/n, and this is how you treat me?" His words make you want to slap him again. You never asked him to do those things, he choice to. Every single dress, shoes, jacket and heels you have in your closet it came from him. Even the pretty diamond necklace you have on your neck was from him.
It wasn't like you didn't like his gifts, or how much money he sent you to get your hair done, nails and feet. The beautiful white set you had on right now because he picked it out. But you felt like he was pushing it in your face and that made you more mad than before. You roll your eyes. "Hoseok, I never asked for those things. You gave it to me. Even the fucking car I got I never asked for you to buy it for me. This necklace, shoes, and nails- you bought on your own."
"Do you want me to take them back?"
"Hoseok." He doesn't say anything else. He stares at you again, before reaching for your hand. "I'm sorry." For the first time that night he apologizes, but you don't know what he's apologizing for. Before you can ask him he speaks again. "For not caring about your feelings, and what you wanted. It was never about me, it was always about you and I should have said it from the beginning of our..deal. If you can call it that. Princess-Y/n, I'm so sorry for treating you like shit. That was never my intention." His thumb rubs against your knuckles gently, his eyes on your hand, never looking up at you as he speaks. Truth be told you really, truly cared about the man in front of you. Falling in love with him every day you're with him. Idol or not, you see a future with his man.
"Do you mean it? That you're sorry? Because God Hobi I don't know if I can keep living this fantasy that one day we'll be together. I want more. I need more." You say softly. "I can give you more, I promise baby." He looks up at you before pulling you to his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands end up on your waist. "Okay." He gives you a small smile before putting his lips on yours.
You don't know when you or Hoseok went to sleep. But you wake up the next day with his leg wrapped around your waist. For a dancer he was very flexible, clinging to you like a koala pinning you in place so you don't leave. But you really needed to pee. "Love?" You mumble turning your head to look at the man that's next to you. He lets out a hum, pushing his face deeper in your neck. "I need to pee, can you let go?" He mumbles something you can't make out but ends up moving his leg so you can get out the bed. After you're done in the bathroom you walk out, Hoseok still laying there but he's fully woke, his phone in his hand, he looks over to see you and lets out a smile. "Good morning." His morning voice always does something to you that you can't get used to. You crawl into his lap, bending down to kiss his lips. Hoseok accepts it, kissing you back. He drops his phone beside him and his hands trail to your hips, squeezing your hips just a bit before going to your ass and squeezing that too. A squeal leaves your lips and a deep laugh leaves his. "Someone's needy this morning." He pulls his lips off of yours staring at your eyes and a small smile forms on your lips.
"Mhm..for you." You bites your bottom lip and roll your hips against his, truth be told Hoseok hasn't fucked you in weeks, and that's mostly because you both have been so busy or you'll get mad at him and don't come to his hotel room. You needed him, you craved him, and Hoseok needed you too from the way you could feel his dick growing underneath you. Rolling your hips again you grind down against him, a giggle leaves your lips as you watch Hoseok throw his head back just a bit, his eyes closed and his Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows some spit. You stop moving, sitting up just a bit and pull off Hoseok shirt you had on throwing it somewhere in his hotel room.
You feel his hand on your boobs, his thumb rubbing your puffy nipple. Hoseok was boob guy at heart, something about the way your tits look in any thing you wear or how they bounce every time he thrust into you. His eyes would be hypnotized watching it bounce. His hand leaves your boobs and trail down your stomach to your thighs gripping the meaty flesh, and he digs his nails into them and you watch him, his big hands trailing back up to your hips and then to your ass gripping it again. "You're so beautiful." You hear him say, and his eyes look at you. A smile forms on your lips and you lean down to kiss him again.
Hoseok shirt is next to come off, his abs flex as you move your hands down his stomach. He's so beautiful, his tan skin shining from the sunlight that's peaking through the hotel curtains. And you mumble it too, your nails dig into his skin making little red marks and he shivers underneath you.
You help Hoseok take off his underwear, sliding it down his legs and you take yours off too, climbing back into his lap and lining his dick up against your cunt. You're so wet when you slide down his length, taking him in deeper when you bottom out. You're so full, his dick stretching you out. Hoseok groans, you're so tight and warm, your walls squeezing him in and you start to move. Your hips slamming down against his thighs.
"Fuck baby-shit just like that love." Hoseok eyes roll back into his skull when you roll your hips, your juices leaking on his legs. A moan leaves your lips when you bounce again, you're high approaching faster than you realize. "Oh! Sir can I come? Please? Pretty please?" You could feel the tears full your eyes. Hoseok nods gripping your hips and moves them faster. Your body shakes, your eyes closed as your orgasm washes over you. You could hear your ears ringing and you go limp in his arms. He holds you close as he starts to thrust into you just the way you like it.
Hard, fast. His dick hitting your sweet spot every time. "I love this pretty little tight pussy, shit. And I love you, fuck I love you so much baby." Hoseok moans into your ear as he tries to reach his high. You start to babble, feeling another orgasm wash over your body, this time hitting harder then any other orgasm you had have in your life time, you're vision blurry.
"G-Gonna cum baby." Hoseok mumbled and you feel his cum feel your walls, his rhythm a little sloppy as he drains out every last bit into you. A whimper leaves your throat as he fills you. His body goes limp and he breathes heavily. "Are you with me baby?" His voice fills your ears and you nod, not lifting your head up. "D-Did you mean it? That you love me?" The sudden confession through you off, and you remember it too.
Hoseok was stuck, it was the heat of the moment and in his heart, he does love you. With every single fiber in his being he does. So he tells you again, "Yes I do." And you lift your head up, a drunken smile forms on your lips. "God I love you too." Hoseok puts his lips on yours, and moves his hips up a bit, thrusting into you again. "Round 2?" He grunts and you giggle. "Yeah come on baby."
