Fic Recs ok, so i want to stop being a silent reader and let the authors of the stories know how much i love and appreciate their work. this is an archive of past works i’ve read and current reading She/her 23
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summary: One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.
warnings: dom!seokjin, sub!reader, sir kink, use of slut/whore, dirty talk, spanking, but spanking with a belt 😳, impact play, oral (f receiving), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, unprotected sex, hair pulling, IKEA-induced frustration, non-sexual talk of pegs and holes, seokjin ultimately being Best Boyfriend Material™
notes: inspired by how I’ve never felt more grateful to be single than when I had to assemble some IKEA furniture. I promise I’m not getting commission from IKEA for product placement.
When you had told Hoseok that you wouldn’t be able to hang out this weekend because you and Seokjin had plans to assemble your new bed frame, he had laughed at you and said that it was nice to have known the pair of you as a couple.
You had taken his joke in stride and laughed with him, knowing that for any couple to truly go the distance, they would need to pass the IKEA test: make it through an IKEA store and assemble an IKEA product without breaking up.
You and Seokjin had passed the first part of the IKEA test with flying colors. You both had easily agreed to purchase the BRIMNES storage bed, liking how the drawers underneath the bed would help you maximize the space in your bedroom. Although, your easy decision might have more to do with the fact that you had simply ordered your bed frame online rather than spending a whole afternoon in IKEA.
All that was left was for you to actually assemble the bed frame. Surely the two of you could do that.
This story is so so cute 🥺 I just love that it displays that even the healthiest relationships take work and they're just such an easy to root for couple.
Content: college student! reader, grumpy jk, brief texting! au, jk is lowkey whipped, drug use (marijuana), reader is his special customer, vaping, opposites attract, suggestive themes, minor jealousy, idiots in love (but they won't admit it), shot gunning, grinding, fwb?
Other Content: thigh riding, high sex, jk titty appreciation, unprotected sex (no.), hand job, soft dom kook, reader is a little needy, brief switch! koo, hickeys, pet names, spit, biting.
Shaking your head with a small giggle as you looked at your phone before tossing it aside. You're totally his favourite. You know he's stubborn and he would never admit it but deep down he loves delivering to you the most.
Looking around your sad and dimly lit dorm, all the lights were off and your roommate was gone for the weekend doing god knows what with her weird ass biology major boyfriend who would collect rabbit tails in jars for 'science'.
You were looking at one right now actually, it seems they left one behind, on the coffee table. It was just fermenting in... you actually weren't sure and didn't want to know.
Your eyes felt like they were on fire the longer you looked at the stupid philosophy paper you were writing. The bright light from your laptop was beginning to drill into your head. Your head lolled to the side glancing at the time on your phone.
It was almost 11:30, and time for a break. Abandoning the device on the couch for a quick wake-up shower; by the time you'd gotten changed and returned to the living room, you could expect Jungkook any minute now.
Except, this is Jungkook we're talking about. He's always late.
That's why when you heard the familiar rattling of the rusty fire escape you were startled. It was a little past midnight. Climbing through the window in nothing but your basketball shorts and a white tee.
Pleasantly surprised to see Jungkook scaling the platform with a bag of takeout pinned in between his teeth. The sight of you looking down at him from where he climbed made his eyebrows raise but of course he couldn't say anything.
Not until he was finally close enough for you to grab the bag from his mouth and he stands up. You climb back inside first with him following behind with a pained sigh. "I'm so sick of coming here. Got me climbing walls like its fucking subway surfers." He curses while you place the food down on the table.
Completely ignoring him, practically drooling as you slowly peeled open the bag. "And I thought you said you weren't gonna bring me anything." He snatches the bag.
"I didn't."
You let yourself fall onto the couch, arms crossed and unbelieving. "Oh yeah? So you just coincidentally craved Wendy's and decided to haul it up three flights up a ladder from your mouth when you could've just eaten it in the car?"
"Yeah exactly." He shrugs, obviously lying.
"Give me the bag, Jungkook."
"Fine. But I'm charging you extra for the delivery and the labour of bringing it up here." He hands it to you and you roll your eyes knowing it was nothing more than a bluff.
"It's not my fault you're out of shape," you mumble unwrapping the burger. "Oh yeah? Is this what out of shape looks like to you?" He says it almost offended but challenged.
Choking briefly on your food as he lifts up his shirt, revealing the defined abs that you have such lewd memories of. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You try climbing 3 flights up a ladder and tell me it's easy." You shrug,
"Not my fault you're banned from the campus." He drops himself down beside you, reaching for the bag of fries and taking some for himself. "But it is, if you hadn't called me to drop off a stash for Angelica's dorm party maybe I could still take the stairs."
You drop your half-eaten burger with apologetic eyes, "How was I supposed to know they were doing random security checks in the lobby? At least you didn't get arrested." You pout and he scoffs.
"Bare minimum." He says via grumpy mutter under his breath so you offered up the rest of your food to him as a peace offering. A little sad that he actually took it but you were getting full anyway.
As he finished up the rest of your food you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "So do you still do drops with Angelica?" He nods with his mouth full of the last bite, stuffing the wrappers back in the bag.
"How often does she call you?-- for deliveries I mean." He chuckles, licking his lips, "Jealous?" You take the trash off the coffee table and bring it to the kitchen to toss it in the garbage. "You're delusional."
"I can't help it if I'm in high demand." He manspreads, his arms stretched over the back of the couch. "Just shut up. Do you have my pen?" He reaches for the pocket inside his leather jacket, pulling out the slim box.
Already knowing that you were going to use it now, he began to unbox it while you collected the cash you needed. "40 right?" You say handing him the small spread of bills, "Yeah, but for you, I guess I could make it 30." He shrugs conceitedly.
"Because I'm your favourite." You say and he shakes his head, "No. Because I ate your food." Which he paid for but you didn't dare to say that out loud, you were getting cheap weed.
"So who's your favourite then Jungkook?" He hands you the pen, "Listen. I don't climb up the fire escape when I do deliveries for Angelica, I make her come to me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Trying to tug the pen out of his grasp but he holds it firm until you respond, "I guess I can work with that." He smiles softly, letting you take the first hit as his arm wraps around your shoulder.
The two of you passed the pen back and forth, with little giggles here and there and wide eyes on the episode of SpongeBob that was playing.
By now the dark living room is illuminated by nothing more than your roommate's lava lamp and a strip of purple LEDs' taped behind the TV. You could see the smoke as it floated past the few sources of light.
"Open." He directs, taking a particularly long hit, leaning into you and blowing the pungent smoke into your mouth, sucking it in from his lips.
The pen is now forgotten as it rolls between the cracks of the couch. Straddling Jungkook's muscular thigh as he flexed it every now and then, taking hits from his blueberry Ice vape and blowing it to the ceiling, giving you a prime view of his sharp jaw under the soft purple lighting.
The sight made you shake, gyrating your hips almost desperately as you chased the feeling of friction on his denim-clad thigh. "You like that? You feel good fucking yourself on my thigh?" The question was rhetorical, you were too dazed to answer him anyway.
Your heavy-lidded gaze slowly rolls up to his pretty face once you feel his hand move from your hips to gently wrap around your neck, not applying any pressure, just there to let you feel the weight of his hand. "Answer me," He says, and you fall forward "Yess, feels so good." You moan, and Jungkook has danced this dance with you enough to see you were close.
But of course, he couldn't let you cum so soon, not yet. His hands flew to your hips and pinned you down on his thigh, restricting your range of motion. "Please," You beg and he wishes he had a little more willpower but he couldn't say no to you, not when you looked so fucked out when he's barely touched you.
"Fuck. Take your shirt off." Leaning back and crossing your arms over the base of the shirt, you pried it off your body desperately. Leaving you in your black lacy bra and it pulled out a guttural groan from Jungkook's chest.
"You little whore." he grits through his clenched teeth, grip tightening on the arm of the couch nearly ripping the fabric.
This position was no longer giving him what he so desperately craved. Shrugging the jacket from off his shoulders and taking off the tank top underneath letting your eyes roam over his built upper body, oh how you wanted to just...
Without thinking your tongue striped up the expanse of his bulky pecs. This was new, but Jungkook was so high out of his mind anything and everything you did felt like he was on cloud 9.
Your mouth dropped down to wrap around his rosy nipples and you could've never anticipated the worked-up reaction you got from him. "Oh shit, shit shit." He gasps, hands gripping your waist tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises by the morning.
Letting your tongue lap around his nipples with pure hunger, an inexplicable flame burning in your core as you were finally the one who got to watch the other be reduced to a moaning mess.
His once soft moans turned a little breathy and high-pitched, His hips bucked causing you to jolt in his lap, he was getting close.
"Didn't think you'd like having your tits played with so much?" You tease him but he didn't find the humour in it. He holds you by the throat once more, this time applying a generous amount of pressure, pushing you off him.
Unbuckling his belt and you knew what that meant. He slides out of his pants, followed by the boxers that were the last barrier between your moistened lips and his throbbing cock. "Let's put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" He hums, watching as you sink to your knees, hand carefully wrapped around his base, starting with slow pumps.
"Spit on it." Doing as told, you let a wad of spit fall from your pretty, plush lips and coat the shaft of his dick, you worked your palm up his length. Already satisfied with the way his head was thrown back.
"Just like that," Reaching for the vape, he takes a few good hits, the head rush mixed with the pleasure had him seeing stars-- the object falling from his hands immediately the moment he felt the warm heat of your mouth wrap around his sensitive tip.
"Y/n-" He breathes out, almost scared, he was so close, too soon. He's never struggled to hold himself back this badly before. What were you doing to him?
The obscene sounds of you choking as you struggled to take all of him in your mouth, letting your nose touch the soft, trimmed hairs near his base. Focusing on breathing through your nose before you felt a heavy hand on the back of your head, pushing you lower.
You were quite literally slobbering on his dick, gagging with every buck of his hips. "That's it, princess. You're doing so well--Shit. Mouth feels like fucking heaven." His praise rushes to your core and has your left hand trailing down to rub yourself through your lace underwear.
The rough friction being more than enough to get you there, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Where-- Shit!-- Where do you want it?" He gasps, his hips snapping, pushing his length down your throat almost erratically. You don't answer, only hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper, making your desires clear.
Your own fingers quickening their pace, your own sounds travelling through his dick in vibrations and pushing him right over the edge with you, filling your mouth with his warm cum.
Swallowing as if it were second nature. "Stick out your tongue," He says softly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his composure from his overwhelming climax. Your tongue was out and cleared of any of his cum and it made him crazy.
He remembers the first time he'd brought an order to you over 6 months ago. He thought you were nothing more than a cute little philosophy major, never did he think he'd have you beneath him like he does right now.
Looking up at him, daring to give you an almost angelic gaze while the two of you ruined each other. Tainting each other with your own touches. "Kiss me?" You ask it so cutely, tempting him with the pout on your lips. You weren't being fair.
His body didn't give him a choice before his lips were on yours, his hips grinding into yours. The feeling of his solid dick rolling against your skin making the butterflies go ramped in your stomach.
The way you licked over his bottom lip with your own made Jungkook weak, stumbling on his elbows as he held himself up over you. Soft groans could be heard the deeper the kiss became.
Messy and intimate. Your hand crept up the back of his neck to tug at the dark locks of hair on his head. There was a loud pop and the two of you paused.
With Jungkook between your legs and with you under him, your heads turned slowly towards the coffee table where the jar was, dedicated to the fermenting rabbit tail. "What the fuck is that?" Jungkook slowly sits up, "My roommate's boyfriend's weird biology shit. I dunno, it freaks me out too." You sit up, now remembering what the two of you were in the middle of doing.
"That shit's not gonna blow up or anything right." You gently peck him on the lips but his brain seems preoccupied by the jar, "who knows," you say, kissing right under his ear and that seemed to get him to zone in on you.
Catching his bottom lip under his teeth as your kisses became more eager, suckling on a certain spot on his neck, his head falling back against his will. "Fuck, Y/n-- Don't you dare." You pull off his soft skin with a soft pop, admiring the burgundy bruise left behind.
"Oops." Your apology was ingenuine and bratty, and Jungkook hated brats.
Tearing you out of your final pieces of clothing before manhandling you into his lap. "Sit on it." He demands and you follow without question. Moaning out loud as his dick spread your lips apart like butter.
Sliding down with ease and a stretch of your velvety walls that were currently squeezing Jungkook for everything he's got and he's got nothing left, everything was yours.
"I-Shit! You feel so good, Kook!" He couldn't bother to correct you on the annoying nickname you were incessant on using. "Yeah? You like that- fuck, you feel so good." He curses, bucking his hips up into you as you raise your hips trying to match his thrusts.
He was fucking you so good, so ruthlessly, your head falls onto his shoulder and you needed more than just the couch to hold on to, your teeth sank into the muscular meat of his shoulder and his pace faltered.
"Shit shit shit! Do that again." He groans, picking up an inhumane pace that had you bouncing all over the place until he stilled you in his arms. His grunts and breathy moans came out right beside your ear only pushing you to your orgasm faster.
"J-jungkook-!" You pant, unable to speak, feeling like your insides are being rearranged, "Me too, baby. Cum with me." You finish first, and with a few more unsynchronized snaps of his hips, you were being filled to the brim with his cum.
The room is filled with nothing but the sound of muffled music playing from your neighbour's next door and laboured breaths. Jungkook gently lays you down on the couch beside him, staring into your eyes.
This felt so intimate. You felt his gaze deeper than just behind your eyes, it was as if he was looking into your soul. His eyes were tinted red as he looked at you with an adoring gaze. "You're cute." He says it casually as though he hadn't just fucked you.
Your eyes roll before they close, feeling the sleepiness begin to kick in. "Bet you say that to all your customers." Mumbling the words into his chest while he began to grin a little.
"Nope. Only to my favourite." Your eyes shoot open.
+ summary . . . in which you and jungkook have one night stands with roommates and happen to be sneaking out at the same time.
+ genre . . . smut, fluff
+ wordcount . . . 7.9k
+ warnings . . . don't be fooled by the first half being fluff lmao; rough sex, a lot of dirty talk (jk will not shut up), heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, 'whore', etc.), consensual slut-shaming (reader is into it), exhibitionism, cumplay, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, reader gets tied up at one point
Most mornings arrived like a lover’s gentle touch, beguiling the horizon’s rays to surface with a golden grace; yours, however, often arrived with an acute headache, nausea, and the race to gather your clothes and dip before your one-night stand roused from snore-filled slumber. Though short was the list of things worse than hangovers, the dreaded walk of shame was often far more perilous with its intricacies and social hazards.
Between tossed beer cans and workout gear was a Chewbacca-themed alarm clock ticking away the minutes until it would wake its owner with a recorded growl. You, still in disbelief you had slept with a man with Star Wars paraphernalia, quickened your pace.
Some would call you tactless, but you were simply realistic. What else could come out of meaningless breakfast offers and forced conversations if not minutes wasted on both ends?
By the time you had wiped your face clean and thrown the prior night’s clothes over your head, the sun had arced through the sky with an obstination better suited for the winter months. For it was not the light that had awoken you, but the quiet rumble of steps falling down staircases as those who lived in the party house began their morning clean-up.
This, you’d argue, was the worst part of falling asleep after a hook-up: avoiding the ‘walk of shame’.
And it appeared as if you weren’t the only one facing this conundrum.
You opened the door to see a figure lurked near the hallway’s end, fluffy hair peeking at the crowded living room. The young man stuck close to the wall as if he were one with it, desperate to remain hidden. His coffee-colored eyes scanned the scene as if envisioning a multitude of escape routes and calculating their likelihood of success. His frown said that he wasn’t too pleased with the conclusion.
The sigh was a familiar one – one that had been directed towards you one too many times.
“Jungkook?”
His shoulders jumped as if he were the hare to your fox, fight or flight senses kicking in at your abrupt arrival.
Jeon Jungkook. Captain of the debate team, frequent charity donor, homework answer sharer, your seatmate, and the last person you’d ever expect to encounter on a Sunday morning.
His neck, besmeared with an array of violent hickeys, whipped towards your standing figure. He shushed you with a finger to his pink lips – an image you’d seen whenever you would bother him with useless remarks in the middle of a lecture.
You crept beside him, crouched to copy his pose. Though you nodded, your mind meandered yonder. The Jeon Jungkook you knew from History and the Jeon Jungkook who wore beer-stained Hawaiian polos appeared as two separate entities. One you were familiar with, the other you were unsure of.
He fixed his hands through his hair and buttoned his shirt higher, clearing his throat with a demure smile better suited for school hallways than sticky trash-covered floors. “Hey, you,” his voice cracked, causing the ‘you’ to sound like two words smashed together.
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean?” His brows raised as if the answer hadn’t been right in front you – which it had been, in the form of violet blotches and scratch marks across his sun-blessed skin.
“Did you trip down the stairs and pass out?” You half-joked. It was arduous to imagine how the teacher’s pet who did algebra for fun could find himself in the same spot you were in. ‘It’s relaxing!’ He’d argue, before timing himself on his Samsung’s stopwatch and beginning another worksheet while waiting for the professor. You were more inclined to believe the scratch marks had come from some cat Jungkook had pet-sat than someone he had fucked a room across yours.
His doe eyes grew, as if both offended and bewildered. “Do you seriously not-” The approaching sound of steps slashed his sentence short.
They must’ve been done cleaning the living room – which meant they were heading straight towards you.
Jungkook had always been quick to raise his hand during lectures. It was as if he was in constant competition with himself, as no one else bothered. And his answers were always right.
You weren’t sure if this one was; not when he nearly dislocated your shoulder dragging you up to a stand, and especially not when he shoved the pair of you into the nearest room.
With the precision of a bomb defuser, he closed the oak door as silently as his sweaty palms could.
“Jungkook, what-”
He pressed the rough pad of his fingertip to your lips.
Imprisoned within the cage of your ribs, a nestled heart thud.
This was the closest you’d ever been to him.
In the dim room, light fragments leaked from the doorframe’s gaps and highlighted his face in soft shades. You thought about sunlight: how it travelled at a nearly instantaneous speed, how distant it journeyed if only to linger on him, and how, in its earliest hours, it turned Jungkook’s brown eyes into honey.
This close, you felt more than heard the pace of his breathing; the warm air caressed your forehead as he leant past you to make sure the door was shut.
The silence allowed you to observe the room you had been pulled into, though you found it to be less of a room than you’d given it credit for. While the floor and lower shelves were crammed with an assortment of shoeboxes and house slippers, the upper half was littered with winter coats and gear. In the limited space, you could hardly exhale without your chest touching his.
It was a closet. Jungkook, in his panic, had trapped you both in a closet.
Beyond the door was the loud banter and cacophony of people as they cleaned up the prior night’s apocalyptic aftermath. Crushed plastic cups. Mops against floors. Changed bed sheets.
The two of you waited. A minute passed. Then, another. And another. They continued to clean the area outside where you hid, each too-close step causing him to flinch.
Whether it be his proximity or your ennui, you could no longer take it.
“Okay, you might have a problem with being seen but I don’t.” Your movement stirred a response from his then rigid frame. He had to maintain his golden boy reputation, after all. You, contrarily, had no notoriety of which you were caged by. The general population didn’t care about you the way they did Jungkook. The simple miracle of him attending a party would already be made a spectacle by Monday.
He reached for your wrist as you clutched the doorknob. His pout (which was horrendously endearing) compelled you to pause. “Please.” He kept your gaze, as if it were an insurmountable fact that one didn’t go against his wishes when faced with such a guise. You loathed how he was right.
“Fine, at least entertain me,” you whispered. Already, he looked as if he regretted not letting you go. “I’ve never seen you at a party before. Didn’t think you were the type to hook-up.”
You’d expected him to flush at your confrontational assumption, rather than the raised brow and head tilt you were met with. “And why’s that?”
“Because you’re so… you.” At his look did you shrug, rattled mind settling for the first adjective it thought of. “You’re cute.”
“Cute?”
“What? It’s a compliment.” You pat his head.
“What am I? A dog?” He huffed, blown air inflating his cheeks. He swatted your hands away and crossed his arms. You didn’t think it was a good time to point out how, in that moment, he very much looked like the kicked puppy he tried not to be. “You know, I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”
“Evidently not,” you said. “Or you wouldn’t be here, stuck in a closet with me, sneaking out after a one night stand.”
“Who said anything about a one night stand?”
Your brow raised. “You have a partner?”
The dark did little to conceal the crimson burn of his cheeks and ears. “No, but I’m just saying. I hypothetically could have one. You don’t know me.”
“We’ve been seatmates for five months, Jungkook.”
“And not once have we actually talked.”
“Unless I’ve been talking to your secret twin, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You complaining about our prof everytime she gives out an assignment isn’t a conversation.”
“Only because you’re a teacher’s pet.” You huffed. While he might not have appreciated your circadian quips, you didn’t think it was the worst seatmate bonding time. “Which brings me to my next question: why’d you go last night?”
“I can’t go to parties like a regular college student just because I’m me?”
You sent him a pointed look because, yes, you didn’t think he went to parties like a regular college student. While you might not have known what he got up to during his free time (seeing as he didn’t have social media), you were certain that none of it involved vomiting in his grandmother's antique vase after declining a three-way with his dealer and her boyfriend – something that has totally never happened to you.
“What?” he whined.
“Who’s the lucky person that managed to drag the golden boy away from his studies?” If you were sure of anything, it was this: infatuation led people to the most unexpected of places. For what other reason would you stay entrapped in a closet with a man in a Hawaiian polo?
His hair, as wavy as a stygian sea, bounced as he shook his head.
“If you don’t tell me, I might accidentally start speaking too loudly,” you teased, voice rising in volume.
Panicked, he placed his palm over your lips. “Keep your voice to a whisper.” He sighed, relenting. “I… I came last night because I wanted to see you.”
You blinked.
“To see me?”
His bunny teeth gnawed his lip. “I’ve always thought you were kinda cool.” His hands rose to cover his overheated ears. “C’mon, you definitely know I like you. I always act like such an idiot around you.”
You didn’t know. How could you have possibly known when he never spared you a second glance?
Reading your disbelief, he continued. “You don’t remember the notepad incident?”
The cogs in your brain turned until a memory snapped to the surface; one of him leaving his desk unattended during lecture, and you ruffling through his post-it notes out of boredom (because for reasons unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). What you weren’t expecting to find were short letters—if they could even be called that—written in the backs of them. They talked about infatuation and the art of unrequited passion, thoughts you’d never associated Jungkook to having. So engrossed in their messages, you hadn’t realized when he had come back. “Who’s this about?” you had asked him as he swiped his stationary back from you, face flushed.
“You said it was poetry.”
He groaned. “What about all the times I let you copy off my homework?”
“I thought you were just being nice!”
Jungkook pouted, his foot softly stomping in frustration at your idiocy. “I’m not that nice.”
“Then why didn’t you approach me?” You hadn’t seen him the entire night.
He took a step back. “You were… busy.”
“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. “Jungkook, I-”
“No, no,” he panicked. “You don’t have to explain yourself, you don’t owe me anything. Seriously.”
“But I still feel bad.”
“Well, don’t, it’s not like I didn’t… yeah.”
“Well, the past is the past.” You forced him to meet your eyes with a tug of his chin. “We can always make up for lost time.”
His adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”
Your hands trailed his arms, surprised at the hard muscle. He shivered as you blew on his ear. “I’ve always thought you were cute, too.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, really,” you giggled. “You don’t think I have good taste?”
“If you did, I would’ve fucked you last night.”
You liked this bolder Jungkook. The one who met your gaze rather than shied from it.
“Well, if you had approached me, maybe you would have.” Your hands trailed his chest. “But we can always do it now.”
“What? Now? There are people outside.” His words supposed one thing but the hands resting on your hips said another.
“Should’ve thought of that before you dragged me in here.”
He curled inwards. “Sorry about that, by the way. I panicked.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” You pressed against his chest. The rise of his heartbeat drummed against your skin. “But if you hadn’t then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
The back of your hand grazed his crotch.
The teasing motion awoke in him something you had yet to see. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer to you, hands spread against the door behind you. He trapped you between his arms, his breath cascading across your skin. So slowly did he lean in that your wrist’s pulse began to tick like clockwork, as if it too were counting the seconds until he closed the gap.
When he did, you were knocked breathless.
His kiss was rough, not at all like the way he pressed against you. It was soft and passionate. Strange yet comfortable. Everything and nothing like you’d expected from this Jungkook.
Your hands ran through his hair, tangled in its softness. He tasted like mouthwash and smelled like baby power. He was the definition of intoxication, and you were content to be engulfed in his waters.
Pushing his hair from his eyes, he used his other hand to drag you closer to the center of his storm, the music of lips against lips a resounding orchestra. His giggles as you touched his neck were just as melodious as he wrapped his arms around your waist as if the closet were a ballroom and you were its guests.
There was no need for violas or harps, not when he pressed against you in harmonic promises. Soft groans fell from his lips faster than wisps of smoke dissipating after a lit candle had been extinguished. More than the fear of getting caught, you thought of the pressure of his hand on your back and his nose touching yours. You’d lost count of the times you had stepped on Jungkook's feet in the dark but his smile never dulled. He was the sun to whom you’d risk lighting yourself ablaze for even just a moment of his warmth.
In the eye of the storm, you were but a bird, flailing about until you could take off with outstretched wings and storm-swept feathers. You had taken care of a bird just like that in your adolescence, young and injured. You nursed it to health until its wings could carry its weight across the ether canvas. The next day, you’d seen a pack of hunting dogs and feathers across the field. You never took care of another wounded bird again.
You wondered if that were you, rising only to fall. It’d been years, yet the memory lingered. Would he only stay for as long as you were risen or would he be the genesis of your undoing?
Jungkook was infamous for all the wrong things yet loved for all the right ones. He was smart, diligent, outgoing – but he was also awkward, arrogant, and obsessive, only caring about his grades even if it meant putting his peers down and eating alone at breaks. He did internships and extracurriculars all day and studied until the break of dawn, but with every second that his rare attention was spent on you, your delusions that he was telling the truth about liking you grew bigger and bigger.
You were aware of all of this and still you fell into the depths of his being so completely that to let go of him would be to drown and never resurface. You didn’t believe that it was his intention to be so beguiling, but it didn’t stop him from entrapping you in the net that you had crafted yourself.
He liked you. Three words, he had said. Three beautiful words. When he looked at you like you were the answer to every question he had been asking the universe all his life, how were you supposed to want to let go? He said it once more against your lips. Then twice. Then thrice, until you no longer cared if you’d wake up the next day and find that only feathers remained. And so, you said those three words back, even if it would be the cause of your ruin.
You had no want for his reaction to your scarce genuinity. So when he inched away to confirm that he hadn’t misheard you, you pressed against him harder. “Did you-”
“Shut up,” you were quick to reply.
His tongue slipped between your lips. He sucked on the muscle as his once shy hands roamed behind you, squeezing your ass. Motivated by your soft groans, he ground his crotch against your front.
“I want you to fuck me,” you panted into his open mouth.
For a second, he stilled, as if shocked by the bluntness in which your words pierced him.
“You want that?” he tested the waters, resuming your kiss.
But you were impatient. “Please, Jungkook.”
“You really want our first time to be in a closet where anyone could hear us?”
“Yes,” you said. You wanted it. Needed it. “You could fuck me anywhere, I just need your cock in me now.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groaned, unable to stop the jerking of his hips against you.
You smirked against his lips. “Really? Never thought my innocent little seatmate would be into this sort of thing.”
His eyes narrowed. “You really want me to prove it to you, huh?”
You played along. “I really don’t know what you mean.”
“You want me to treat you like the slut you are?” he teased. You shook, putty under his words. “You’re really sure?”
The dark rings in his eyes softened as he waited for your consent. His hands caressed the outside of your arms with a gentleness so sudden it gave you whiplash. Not that you needed his forbearance.
“Please, Jungkook, I want it.”
The heat between you returned at your panted answer. “You like being called what you are, huh?” The tone of his whisper made his voice that much more provocative.
“If I’m a slut, then what are you?” You eyed the marks on his neck with a grin.
He laughed as he dragged against your clothed core. His lips hovered over your own, smirking as you chased it when he pulled away. “You talk too much.” He tapped two fingers against your bottom lip. “Real sluts know what to do when I do this, don’t they?”
He pressed you harder against the door with his hips as you began to suck on his fingers. You had half a mind to tease him as he had teased you, but you had never been a patient person. Your tongue slobbered all over his digits as spit fell down your chin and onto your chest. You sucked and sucked; it rolled in your mouth the way you wanted to do to the cock rubbed against you. You humped him like a bitch in heat as his fingers reached as deep as they could in your mouth, trying to locate the spot that would make you gag.
He smirked at the sound when he found it. “Can’t even take my fingers? How is my cock ever going to fuck your warm throat?” His unoccupied hand applied pressure around your neck. You gasped at the new feeling and the delicious lightheadedness that came with it.
“Filthy slut, fucking some guy you barely know when you know I like you?” He grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Had to watch you act like a dumb whore just for some cock when you could’ve had mine so easily, baby. I had to fuck some random chick because of how hard your little outfit made me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed crotch. “You feel how hard I am? This is all for you.” He sighed. “Whoring yourself out for some other guy and not even offering me your services? I’m disappointed in you.”
The prior night had been a drunken blur, and you could barely recall how you grinded against the stranger you’d spent the evening with. Apparently, he had seen it all; how that other man had almost fucked you in the middle of the dance floor, lips pressed against your neck, fingers pinching your nipples through your top.
Jungkook grabbed your face. He squished your cheeks together until your mouth opened. His tongue swirled in his mouth to collect his spit. “Say ‘ah’,” he cooed, before dripping his saliva down your throat. He used his thumb to push back the bits of it that leaked from the corner of your lips. “Swallow.”
Your body burned as you swallowed both your pride and his fluids. He pried open your mouth after he watched your throat bob to ensure you had swallowed every last drop. “Messy slut,” he degraded.
His lips collided with yours once more. A nasty, wet kiss, that left your toes curling and lower stomach fluttering. He sucked on the skin all around your face, dragging his tongue back and forth as if claiming ownership over you in the messiest way possible. He suctioned his way to your collarbone, only stopping to help you out of your top.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. “I’ve jerked off to you so many times – even when I was fucking someone else last night, I thought of you. Do you know how difficult it was not to moan your name? I can’t believe I finally get to taste you.”
“But I wanna taste you first.” You pushed him away to unbutton his shirt.
His defined abs were a surprise in itself, but they weren’t what caused you to gasp.
“Okay, I know now that you’re not my innocent little classmate, but I didn’t expect this.”
‘This’ being the two metal rods pierced through his nipples.
He snorted at your genuine reaction. “Yeah, yeah, geek in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he said. “Now, suck.”
You didn’t need his command to lower your head and place his pierced nipple between your lips. You lapped at the left peak, the cool metal resting on your tongue.
He only bothered to unbutton and lift his pants low enough to free his cock. It bounced against his stomach, rockhard and covered with pre-cum.
Jungkook was huge. And he knew it.
“You’re…” There were millions of words in the dictionary, yet none could describe how wanton he left you feeling. His hands gripped the base and tapped it against his stomach. A droplet of cum leaked down the side, and it took all your mental strength not to drop to your knees right then. “Can I please suck your cock?”
He pet your head. “You’re only an obedient puppy when you want something, hm? Bet you say that to all the other guys you whore yourself out to.”
He pushed on you until you fell to your knees. You kept your gaze on how he licked his lips and looked down on you, though it was difficult when his large cock swang near you like a meal to the starved. He slapped his dick around your cheeks and forehead, his pre-cum rubbing across your closed eyelids to your chin. He avoided your lips.
You thought yourself akin to Tantalus, a man cursed by Zeus to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree with low branches; when he’d go to drink, the water would recede, and when he went to eat, the branch moved out of reach.
“How badly do you want my cock in your dumb whore mouth?”
“More than anything.” Your hands tightened around his thighs. He still wore all his clothes, and the image was as teasing as the cock he continued to slap you with. “Only need you.”
“Oh, I know that, baby,” he said. “The question is whether you’re a good enough whore to deserve it.”
“Please let this whore suck your large cock,” you begged, taking a page from his book and staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes, mewling against his leg. “I’m just a dumb bimbo willing to do anything for cock.”
He, finally, tapped his length against your lips. You waited for his command before you licked the head, scared he’d retreat if you didn’t obey him.
“Open,” he said. A word you’d never been happier to hear.
Prepared now for his length, you held in your need to gag as you slid him down. His brow raised, impressed. “You must’ve taken a lot of cock down this throat, you’re too good at this.”
Deeper and deeper, he went. You winked when your lips met the base of it.
“You’re too fucking good, bet you have a line of guys dreaming about your pretty lips wrapped around them.” His hand pushed and pulled you harder, treating you as nothing more than a toy thats only purpose was to suck cock. “Do you know how my friends talk about you? They think you’re so pretty, baby. I can’t even blame them for talking about how much they wanna fuck you. Turn you into their cockslut. They’re so jealous that I get to see your cute face everyday. Of course, it’s not only your face that I look at.”
With the way your arousal increased with his every thrust, it was as if your mouth was connected to your hole.
The room filled with his heavy breathing. He bit his fist to keep quiet, conscious of the noise that continued to permeate the hallway a door away. You whined when he threw his head back, no longer able to watch how his skin pinked and his pupils widened at your ministrations.
Jungkook was ethereal, using your face as a glorified hole for his pleasure.
“Doesn’t take much to turn you into a cockslut, does it?” He pulled you to your feet, ignoring your complaints of wanting him back in your mouth. “You’re so easy that it’s almost boring.”
Every word out of his mouth made your core clench.
He turned you to face the wall and pulled your bottoms off to have access to your hole. You jumped when he lightly spanked your center.
When he noticed the ceiling hook directly above you, he grinned. “Lift your arms, slut.”
Your back to him, you couldn’t see how he grabbed one of your clothes and used it to tie your wrists to the hook. He adjusted it until he deemed you comfortable enough.
He pinched your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your winking hole. “Such a slutty fucking hole, all for me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you said. “All for you, only you.”
“You probably don’t even need to be prepped, huh? Sluts are always ready.”
Still, he sat down on his calves and began to trace you with the rough pads of his fingers. His other hand held onto your hips as you began to buck around, the touch so teasing that it left you desperate for more.
You were no stranger to sex and the pleasure that came with it, yet Jungkook’s touch felt so different from all the others you’ve been with. Even your own hands, hands that knew your body better than anyone else, paled in comparison to his teasing movements. He would give you just enough of what you needed before retreating, leaving your body in a constant tug and pull of ecstasy and wanting.
And then his lips. Plush and soft. He kissed around you before diving in, his tongue making a home for itself in you. The muscle wiggled around to touch your tight walls.
“I knew it,” he groaned, losing himself in you. “You taste so fucking good.”
Wads of his spit were shoved into you with his fingers. He would gather his saliva and finger it as deep as he could, repeating the process until you were overflowing. It wasn’t even that he was prepping you, you realized, he just loved turning you into a messy slut covered in him.
He spat onto your ass once more, massaging it into your skin.
“I’d ask if you were ready for my cock, but I know you are,” he said, pressing his chest onto your back and rubbing his length down your crack.
“I need it.” You rubbed your ass against his crotch, enticing him to fuck you full.
So, he did.
“It slid right in,” he moaned. “Do I have to thank whoever fucked you last night for loosening you up for me?”
You wanted to watch him, but the knots above you were too tight to turn. All you could do was hang pliant, nothing but a body to be used for Jungkook. After all his teasing, he didn’t wait for you to adjust to his ginormous length before bottoming out. His pace was rapid as he jackhammered into you.
Your mouth hung open, brain emptied in pleasure.
“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Wanna be a good slut for me and keep that whore mouth shut, hm?”
You’d been left drunk by his words alone, the consonants and vowels swirled in your mind until all you could think of was the shaft that dragged against your insides. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“Nothing but a dumb little fuckhole for me to breed, isn’t that right?”
It became more difficult with every thrust to hold back your moans without hands to bite on.
“You like that?” He delivered a harsh thrust into you. “Want to be nothing but a cumdump? Gonna make you take all my cum, have it dripping down your thighs as you walk home, forced to think of me fucking you every step of the way there.”
“Fuck,” you hiss. “Feels so good.”
“Did I say you could speak?”
You whined when his cock slipped out, fearful that he might leave you unfinished. Instead, he rustled through your fallen clothes on the floor. When he stood, you had a suspicion of what came next.
He shoved the wad of lace into your parted lips.
“Snap your fingers twice if you want out, okay?”
He slid his cock back into you, moving at a slower pace this time. He would pull out until only his head remained, before violently shoving back in until his balls pounded onto your ass.
“I think I like you better like this,” he smirked as he tugged your chin to face him. He angled your face side-to-side, as one would inspect goods in a market. After a moment, he nodded in approval. You could imagine what he saw: a slut with snot dripping from their nose, tears raining from their eyes, and new marks littering their neck replacing the ones before it. “You know what I’d do if you were mine?” He sniffed your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.
Your head shook.
“I’d fuck your pretty ass until it’s dripping with my cum. Would plug you up and have you walk around and attend class, feeling all of my seed in your belly with every little movement you make. You wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything without my help, hm, baby? I’d turn you into a dumb little bimbo who needs me for even the littlest tasks.” Your eyes rolled at the purr of his tone as he whispered every single thing he’d do to you against the lobe of your ear. “Good sluts take whatever I give them.”
“I need that so bad,” your voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric. You wanted to tug your wrists from where he’d tied them above you and feel his skin beneath your palms.
He caressed your nape with a condescending laugh. “I know you do. I’d train you to be the perfect cumdump. My cumdump. Would have you wearing the shortest clothes and bend you over every surface so that everyone passing by could see your messy hole. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Would love everyone watching you, knowing that I’m the only one allowed to touch you… until I ask my friends to play with you, of course. I’m not that selfish.” You tightened around him. “Oh, you’d love to be passed around and gang-banged. You’d be so filled up with cum that your stomach would bloat.”
Clearly, he had an exhibitionist streak (among a plethora of other kinks). Something you should’ve guessed by how quickly his pants tented when you suggested fucking in a closet. Evidently, you had the same streak, if your clenched slit had anything to say for it.
“You’re so fucking tight. I never wanna leave this hole.”
You were thankful he had stuffed your ruined panties in your mouth lest he heard your mindless babbles as you neared your climax.
His hips began to thrust even faster than you would’ve thought possible. Your heart spiked as each motion made noise loud enough for the outside to hear – but you could no longer care, lost in the sensations of his hard cock belitting you into nothing more than a hole to fuck.
“You take my cock so easily. Didn’t even need much prep. You’re just a common whore, aren’t you?”
You feverishly nodded.
He reached around you to remove the wad of cotton from your mouth. “Where do you want my cum?” he groaned, the words rushing from his lips as he chased his climax.
“In me,” you cried into your shoulder, barely conscious enough to not want to get caught. “I need you to fill me with your seed.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so hot, you know that? Could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
In and out. In and out. His hips moved so swiftly that you could no longer think, sufficiently dick-drunk. He no longer cared about pacing, simply using you as a doll to get off.
“I want you to cum with me,” he said. His dominant demeanor faded as he desperately clung onto every inch of your skin, hand roaming your sides as he chased his end. His fingers began tugging at your nipples roughly, urging you to reach the finale with him. His words were breathlessly rushed as if they fell from his lips without thought: “Need you to cum, need to feel you cum around me. Shit. You look so pretty fucked out. Such a good slut for me. You’re doing so good, baby.”
Your orgasm crashed against you like a tidal wave, unexpected and violent. Your body thrashed against your binds, hips jerking back and forth as pleasure overtook you - possessed you, almost. Your hole pulsed against his cock, tightening around the length as fluids overflowed.
He jerked into you once more, his cum painting your insides. Soft expletives fell from his lips between praises as he gently rocked his hips into you to ensure his cum wouldn’t spill.
The sensation of his cock slipping out of you felt like heaven and sin.
You hadn’t orgasmed so destructively in… you couldn’t remember having ever experienced anything that came close to that. You weren’t certain if it was because of the risk of getting caught or because Jungkook was that good. Perhaps, it was a mix of both.
You shook at the binds above you, tired from your orgasm.
He wasn’t quite finished, however.
You waited, confused, until you felt his tongue lap your hole, sucking his cum out of you. Sensitive, your feet kicked at him to stop, but he was relentless in his mission to fill his mouth with his own seed.
Your stomach curled at the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood. He pried your mouth open with his fingers before depositing all of his saliva-mixed cum onto your tongue. “Don’t swallow yet, baby.”
He leaned on your body with a softness that matched his gaze, his hand resting on your hip, his chest on your back. His fingers played with the fluids in your mouth, swirling it with your spit until it combined into a mess that ran down your chin (which he licked up and spat back in). Content, he finally commanded you to swallow.
The thick concoction ran down your throat slowly, becoming a part of you. You groaned at the heady sensation alongside Jungkook’s pliant kisses around your nape.
He gently untied your wrists from the hook, rubbing the skin from any soreness. When he was done, he rocked your tired body back-and-forth to soothe you. You crumpled onto his figure as if your bones had disintegrated to dust.
“We… We really just did that.” Jungkook had finally come back to himself, doe eyes widened as if he had broken from a spell. “Are you alright?”
You laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, you?”
He nodded, scratching at his nape.
The next few minutes consisted of an awkward dance, the pair of you picking up your clothes, constantly stumbling against each other in the process. Each time, Jungkook would avert his gaze to the ceiling or the floor – whatever he could do to give you privacy in the confined quarters of a storage closet. The silence was so thick that to distort it with words felt unnatural. He only spoke to tell you that the hallway was quiet, no longer occupied by the residents of the house, and that you were both free to leave unnoticed.
Even the goodbye was stilted, as if you had been possessed by beings other than yourselves during the incident and were now left to deal with the consequences.
Under the morning light outside, Jungkook flushed as red as a polluted sunset. He gingerly waved from where he stood, making sure that you got into your Uber safely (only after nagging the driver to escort you with utmost caution). Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t surface. Instead, you settled for a wave back.
A smile cracked on his lips as he watched your car hug the corner of the street and disappear from view.
The next time you saw Jungkook was during a lecture. His glasses were back on his face, sweater vest tucked into his trousers. He looked nothing like the man who had fucked you dumb the weekend before, back to being the epitome of what you’d expect every nerd who took college too seriously to look like.
You took your usual seat beside him, unsure if bringing it up casually would make him uncomfortable. Already, his cheeks and ears were red, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of them.
You exchanged shy greetings before returning to your individual tasks: him, pretending to rewrite notes (when really he was doodling on the corners of his notebook), and you, pretending to send a text (when really you were swiping your homescreen back and forth).
He shot you furtive glances when he thought you weren’t looking. His fingers drummed against the table and his knee shook as if he was working up the courage to say anything. Gone was the boy who had had all the words ready in the palm of his hand that morning.
“Hey,” you smiled. “Did you start on the final project already?”
His head whipped towards you, wide eyes and parted lips telling you he hadn’t expected you to make the first move, perhaps content to fester in the ruined classmate relationship after your somewhat strained goodbye post-rendezvous. How does one act after confessing your feelings and subsequently fucking in a closet? You knew how to react to hook-ups, and you knew how to react to confessions, but both? At the same time? Your head spun.
“I- That-” He struggled to gather his words as each consonant slipped through his fingers like fine sand. He, a past valedictorian, had been left dumb. “I did,” he croaked out. “You?”
“Of course, you did.” You laughed, the sound more metallic than you’d intended. “I’m gonna start next week.”
“Cool,” Jungkook replied.
The silence thickened the air between you like smog. The minute stretched on for forever, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the silence first in an unannounced game of chicken.
“I just-” “I don’t-”
Your voices overlapped each other, causing you to exchange awkward grins.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Can I start?”
You told him to go ahead.
“I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about liking you.” He rubbed his nape. “I didn’t mean for what happened to happen, but I don’t regret it.”
His gaze burned into your own as if he were searching for any clues as to what you felt. It was terrifying, the sincerity in which it pierced you. But you had no want to run from it. Not anymore.
“I don’t regret it, either,” you said. “Plus, that might’ve been one of the hottest hook-ups I’ve ever had.”
He blushed. “And about the ‘me liking you’ part?”
You dragged your chair closer to his. “After the way you treated me, how could I not?”
It took him a moment to compose himself, back ramrod straight as goosebumps ran down his arms at the turn he hadn’t expected the conversation to take. He anxiously glanced at the row behind where you two sat, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a way you found infatuating. You were thankful to every god out there that he had been caught in traffic that first day and forced to sit in the back row beside you. Jungkook, who had been nothing more than a cute, grade-conscious stranger at the time.
The minute it took for him to steel his nerves was worth it, you found out.
Just in time, the professor walked through the door and began taking attendance. You were so focused on waiting that you jumped when Jungkook’s hand began trailing up and down your thigh.
Your eyes widened.
“Did you really like it?” he whispered.
“Like what?”
“The way I treated you.”
There were thousands of ways you could’ve affirmed his statement, but you settled for a nod.
His hand moved up your inner thigh, nearing your crotch. The upward jerk of your hips caused a satisfied smirk to settle on his lips. “If you want to continue being my good pet, then don’t make a sound.”
So enthralled were you in his touch that you hadn’t realized that your professor had called you. Twice.
“Present,” you yelled, embarrassed by the startled shakiness in your tone.
“Good pet,” he praised, rubbing harder through your clothes. “You want more?”
Jungkook licked his fingers with a nymph gaze. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants.
Paranoid, you glanced around the lecture hall.
“Don’t kid yourself,” his low tone caused goosebumps to run across your arms. “I know a common whore like you wants to be stared at while being used.”
His hand dipped into your underwear, moving directly to your hole. He rubbed the area around it before inserting a finger into you, deliciously wiggling it around. His spit allowed it to smoothly enter you with a soft ‘squish’.
In front, the lesson had begun. Not that you could pay attention. Your focus zeroed in on the intoxicating slowness in which Jungkook made a toy out of you, hand moving back and forth.
“Can someone please read the first section on page 130?”
You froze as your professor began glancing up and down the rows in search of a prospect, disappointed at the disinterested gazes of her students. This would be the time that, like clockwork, Jungkook’s arm would raise. And yet it stayed, connected to you below the table.
A historical moment: Jungkook not volunteering.
Instead, he did something entirely different.
You gasped when he grabbed your arm and made you raise your hand.
“Great,” the professor acknowledged you, gesturing you to begin.
You quickly flipped through the pages, hands shaking when you realized that Jungkook wouldn’t stop. If anything he began to finger you faster, hitting the area that caused spots to cloud your vision.
Your voice shook as you read out the passage. Scattered letters chased each other on the page; your eyes raced to keep up with them. Had the words always been so small?
Jungkook had fingered you dumb enough to forget how to read.
“Though scholars believed that–” He pushed his fingers directly against your most sensitive spot. “–That, um, though they believed that–”
You accidentally made eye contact with a few of your classmates, their impatience with your slow pace making it hard for you to wring the words into sentences. Your voice came out breathy yet stilted, guttural stops after every few words.
When you finished the section, you leaned against the back of your chair in relief as the class resumed. Jungkook, however, was a stranger to giving you breaks, simply speeding his ministrations.
The feeling in the pit of your stomach heightened the faster he went. Your eyes bounced around the nearby rows to check if anyone noticed the slight creaking sound that came from this new speed, but were reassured to find that everyone was busy analyzing a chart on the projector.
When you turned to face him, you were pleased to find that half of his notes were in scribbles. You’d be quite offended if your tightness around his fingers weren’t at least a bit of a distraction to the star pupil. You had half a mind to joke about fucking one of your classmates to borrow their notes to lend to him just so that he’d jealousy-fuck you the moment class dismissed. You were just about to when you felt it – that tell-tale tightening.
“Jungkook,” you whispered, your legs beginning to shake. “I’m coming.”
His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear. “Cum for me then, slut.”
You breathed so heavily from holding back your moans that you became lightheaded, lost in the euphoria of your danger-filled release. The world was but a blur as you crumpled into your seat exhausted. You hadn’t even realized how Jungkook’s fingers slipped out of you, nor how he buttoned you up and kissed your forehead.
Above, the bell ringing signalled the end of the class, alongside the routine sounds of chairs scraping against hardwood floors and stationary being stuffed into totes and backpacks.
The two of you were left alone in the classroom, eyes finding one another in the solitude.
You grinned, still in a daze. “There isn’t a CCTV in here, right?”
He moved you onto the desk, hands gripping your hips. “Even if there was, would you care?”
And the answer was ‘no’, you didn’t. As long as you were wrapped in your seatmate’s warmth and greeted with his shy yet teasing smiles, you wouldn’t have cared where he touched you. What could’ve been a one morning stand began a series of trysts both public and private, and you both wouldn’t have had it any other way.
thank u for reading!! <3 if u liked it let me know ! : ✉
Oh, this is like mind-numbingly good. I love love love the contrast between shy nerdy in class Jungkook, and at the party for one reason Jungkook. All the dialogue was so fun, to see their relationship progress, and the smut made me astral project so this really was the whole package.
↣ another day, another trend that you’re forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.
pairing — tiktoker!jungkook x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, crack, pwp
word count — 5K
warnings/tags — college au, sorta established relationship, strong language, barista!reader, thigh kink (ofc), kinda famous jk, explicit smut — big dick jk, manhandling, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, hickeys, fingering, oral (f & m), hair pulling, clit biting, degradation, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, deep throating, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, unprotected sex, cum on chest?, aftercare
a/n — if you don’t watch tiktoks, that’s fine, he kinda explains it in the fic. I couldn’t get tiktoker!jk out of my head.
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Rubbing at the itch on your forehead, you’re scrubbing down the counter with tired arms, switching from one to the other while your co-worker sits at one of the tables, giggling at her phone screen now and again. If it was any other day, you would ask her to help but you’re not in the mood for another argument. Today had been one of those days, the kind that made you regret ever begging for a job here at the café. You were forced to deal with two elderly woman who chewed your ear off about not having oat milk. Despite you telling them – multiple times – that you don’t handle inventory.
Then you messed up two orders, which was entirely your fault. But you know that it could’ve been avoided if Mina got off her phone for a minute and remembered that she had a job to do instead of taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi here.
Genre – Werewolf AU, Smut, Angst, fluff, Omega Going Into Heat AU
Summary – [This year Jeongguk’s heat leads to unexpected discoveries. You always thought that Jeongguk hates your guts even though his wolf liked to cuddle you. Until you find yourself in a sticky situation in the bathroom while the pack members try to break down the door.]
Warnings – angst, jeongguk is a little feral at the beginning, he corners you and licks your neck, sexual tension, multiple sex scenes, scenting, kissing, lots of licks, dom! jeongguk but also sub! jeongguk he switches but mostly dom gukie I think (yeah I don’t know what happened to me guys my hand slipped), unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, making out, bondage (guk is tied up), werewolf heat sex, dirty talk, jeongguk is needy, overstimulation, face sitting, oral (both receiving), fingering, blowjob, handjob, body worship, tongue fucking, multiple orgasms, knotting, raw penetration, possessive guk, big dick guk, size kink (because it’s me), edging, rough-(ish) fucking, creampie(s), scent kink, biting/marking (one bite to be exact and it’s not gukie), implied cockwarming, period sex (!), guk is your personal heater, cuddles, aftercare, shower sex, confessions, lovemaking, breast play, biting kink, slow fucking
Word Count – (10k)
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⤷ Part of Bad and Sweet Trilogy
”I got the chains. Can I come in?” You whisper-yell through the door, pacing around the backyard when no one answers even though you knocked twice and called every pack member except for one who you know won’t reply. It seems like everyone is occupied for some reason. Unsure if you should drop it off and book it or wait for someone to reply to your text messages you start chewing on your lower lip anxiously.
You don’t know what to do. After weighing your options you choose the latter and take another peek at your device. You came this far so you shouldn’t give up now. It’s literally a life and death situation you can’t let them down.
You know they’re home, they wouldn’t let poor Jeongguk be alone when he’s in heat.
It’s your wellbeing that you’re kinda worried about. They said that an omega in heat can smell you even from a mile and while you were never particularly good at math even you know that the numbers are not in your favour so close to the packhouse.
Such a fun story! The oc in this was so understanding, but I'm really glad she put her foot down and made him put the work in to ask for her forgiveness. They're a cute couple though :))
Genre: lovers to exes to exes to lovers, Mostly crack, fluff, and smut but a little bit of angst because I'm a bitch.
Words : 17.6k
Summary: "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.
Warnings: Toxic relationships, Jungkook is the biggest red flag but we love him, SMUT [ ITS FILTHYYY, FINGERING, ORAL SEX (Both receiving), PENETRATIVE SEX ( Vaginal), UNPROTECTED SEX (Don't be stupid like Jungkook, please)].
A/n: This is unedited, no proof reading done.
*******
For the thousandth time this evening, you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you witnessed your boyfriend, once again, openly flirting with another girl in your presence. It wasn't as if he was unaware of your presence, and he wasn't doing it secretly behind your back either. He knew very well that you were right there, and the irony was that he was supposed to fetch you a drink when he stumbled upon a pair of boobs on the way.
'Baby, it will be fun,' he had said when he insisted on taking you to this party. Yet now, you found yourself sitting awkwardly on a filthy couch, uncomfortably witnessing two guys passionately making out while your so-called boyfriend indulged in flirting with the brunette, who had her hands all over his biceps. You could bet a million dollars that he was flexing them right now.
When you first met Jungkook in your college, he had the title of the biggest fuckboy of the campus and a snap score of 3 million, yes 3 million and if that's not the biggest red flag then what is? But despite the fuckboy behaviour he was a decent person. After trying (and succeeding) to get in your pants at the frat party you first met, he asked you out on a date. And of course you said yes. He gave you the full date experience, in fact it was one of the best dates you had in a while.
He took you to the movies and was respectful, keeping his hands to himself throughout the outing. During the date, he took care of you, ensuring you were well-fed and enjoyed yourself. Afterward, he even made the extra effort to drive you home in his own car, instead of that death ride he usually brings to college. He was so determined to show you that it wasn't just about sex that he didn't even insist on kissing you at your door, it was you who dragged him inside by his collar to fuck you senseless.
Jungkook surprised you, everyone else and himself when he asked you to be his girlfriend only after three dates. And he was really really sweet so you said yes. To show you how devoted he was to you and how he only had eyes for you he didn't even look at other girls let alone flirt with. But that only lasted for two months. Yes, once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. Although Jungkook remained faithful and never slept with anyone else or outright cheated on you, he still indulged in flirting and entertaining any other woman he found even remotely attractive.
Initially, you tried to dismiss it as harmless flirting, but as time went on, the situation became increasingly unbearable. The only thing preventing you from ending the relationship was the fact that he genuinely loved you. Jungkook proclaimed his love for you just three months into the relationship, whereas it took you more than six months to reciprocate those feelings.
You knew Jungkook loved you because he never failed to show you. God, the extremities that boy has gone to show you how much he loves you. One time he ran 12 miles to get to you because you sprained your ankle and was in the hospital and his car was stuck in traffic. Later he ended up fainting from exertion and you found yourself taking care of him instead. It was still really sweet gesture from him.
Once Jungkook managed to free himself from the other girl's company and arrived with a big smile and your favorite beer in hand, you promptly got up and headed towards the front door, leaving your boyfriend behind in confusion.
"Where are you going?" Jungkook asked, following you outside.
"Home." You were already ordering an uber.
"We are leaving already?"
"No, Jungkook. I am leaving already."
"But why? We were having fun."
"Again, no. You were having fun, I was just asked by two guys if I wanted to have a threesome."
"What guys?" Oh the hypocrisy.
"That's not the point JK," you finally snapped, turning to confront your boyfriend. "You're the one who dragged me to this pathetic party, and instead of being there with me, you spent 20 minutes flirting with some random chick."
"Baby, you know that was harmless."
"Again with that FUCKING EXCUSE."
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, ok? You know I only have eyes for you. I don't even remember her name."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? I'm leaving."
"Let me take you home, ok?"
"I already booked a ride."
"No, those things are dangerous at night. I'm not letting you leave in a cab," he insisted, without waiting for your reply he led you to the parking lot where his Harley was parked. Without any further protests, you let him firmly place your helmet on your head. Within just a month of dating, Jungkook had already arranged customised helmets for both of you as a couple. Though it might have seemed a bit tacky to some, it was his way of expressing a significant commitment, almost like a symbol of marriage in his eyes.
The ride was silent. Only him rubbing your thighs once in a while. You had time to think the whole ride. Contemplate every situation till now that has led up to this moment. Every time that he had flirted with other women and made you feel like shit, invisible. Every time he says 'oh but baby, at the end of the day I come back to you.' You have decided. You were done feeling like shit.
As the motorcycle came to a halt, you realized he had brought you to his place instead of your own. While you hadn't officially moved in together, it felt like you practically had, given the amount of time you spent there and the belongings you had at his place. The fact that he took you there didn't even surprise you; it was a place that felt like 'home' to both of you.
"Jungkook why'd you take me to your place. I said take me home."
"This is home, baby." He said helping you off his bike and taking off both of your helmets. "Let's just go upstairs and talk this out, then I'll make you cum and we'll go to sleep."
The short elevator ride to the upstairs apartment felt much longer, with neither of you uttering a word. As you entered and took off your jackets, you let out a sigh. The impending conversation was something you had been dreading, but you knew there was no other option; it had to be done. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as you prepared to address the issues that had been bothering you.
"Jungkook."
"Baby." He mocked your tone.
"Sit down." You pointed at the couch.
"Is this an intervention?" He asked with a grin.
"Just sit." He followed your order and stared at you with those big doe eyes that stopped you from breaking up with him until now. "I love this POV. Your tits look amazing."
"Jungkook, be serious."
"Why, do you keep calling me Jungkook. It's Koo and Baby for you."
Ignoring the comment you continued with your speech.
"Jungkook... I, I don't think this is working anymore." You said.
"What is not working? Baby, we're fine."
"No we're not. I've been waiting for you to grow out of this...fuckboy phase but it's been three years, Jungkook and you still haven't changed. It's even worse now."
"Come on, is this about Ally?"
"So you do remember her name."
"Does it matter? It was just some harmless flirting, I swear. I even told her I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, I'm so flattered," you retorted, the sarcasm evident in your voice, which seemed to annoy him slightly. Your frustration and displeasure were clear, as you couldn't overlook the impact of his behavior on your feelings.
"Look, what am I supposed to do? Stop talking to women? Is that what you want?"
"Oh my god, do you not see?" you exclaimed, your emotions pouring out. "You entertain them and flirt with them, and it makes me feel terrible, Jungkook. I'm your girlfriend, yet you don't even bother to introduce me to these women. And you call it harmless flirting? What about this?" You pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket, confronting him with evidence of his actions.
"I had no idea she slipped it in my pocket."
"I saw you take it from her."
"But I was not going to call. I swear, baby. You know I would never. I only took that so-"
"So what? So she would wait around the whole night for you to call? That's even worse."
"Babe, look. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want me to do. I made a mistake and I won't do it again, I promise. I swear on it."
"You don't have to. You can call her if you want to. We are done here," you declared firmly, your decision made. His eyes widened in response to your decisive words, realizing the gravity of the situation.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm breaking up with you, Jungkook. It's just not working for me anymore. I'm so tired of your behavior," you expressed with a heavy heart. He was now on his knees before you, tears welling up in his eyes but not yet streaming down his cheeks. Despite the pain, you knew that ending the relationship was the best decision for your well-being and emotional health.
"No no, baby, no. We are not breaking up."
"No. Jungkook we're done."
"No."
"What do you mean no? This is not how it works."
"I'll be better, ok? I promise. Please don't break up with me. I can't live without you. Please. I'll do anything you want. I'll prove it to you." The tears were falling down now. And as much as it hurt to watch him cry you were going to stand firm on your decision. "Let me make it up to you, baby. Please." When his shaking lips made contact with yours you couldn't push him away. One last time wouldn't hurt right? Maybe you'll give him this one last time. God knows he needed this. You needed this.
So you let him. Didn't stop him when he picked you up and took you to yo- his bedroom, Laid you down on his bed, undressed you. You didn't stop him when he kissed down your body, brought you to your high with his mouth. You let him love you one last time.
******
Breaking up with Jungkook had been difficult, and it's been a week since then. The impact of the breakup weighed heavily on you as well, despite your decision being the right one. You cared deeply for him, though maybe not to the same extreme extent as he did for you, it seemed his love for you bordered on being overly intense and possibly unhealthy.
The breakup had also left you feeling deeply saddened and missing him greatly. However, the impact on Jungkook was even more profound, and describing it as devastating would be an understatement. The next day, as you began getting ready to leave, you noticed Jungkook gazing at you with a lost and vulnerable expression, like a bewildered bunny. It was heartbreaking to witness, and you had to gently remind him that you had broken up with him the night before. The pain of the breakup was evident in his eyes, and it made the situation even more challenging for both of you.
"But, baby we had sex."
"Sex doesn't fix everything, Jungkook. I'm still breaking up with you. It was goodbye sex."
Jungkook was frantic when he realised you were serious about the breakup. Begged you to stay but you had already made up your mind.
Seeing the overwhelming number of missed calls and text messages from your ex-boyfriend, you let out a sigh. Despite the breakup, he was persistently trying to reach out to you, with all the messages saying almost the same thing. While you believed that blocking someone was immature and didn't want to stoop to that level, his relentless badgering was becoming too much to handle. If he continued this behavior, you might eventually have no choice but to block him on your contacts and social media platforms.
As your phone blared for the 58th time, your coworkers shot glares in your direction, clearly annoyed by the constant interruptions. Feeling apologetic, you flashed them a smile and finally picked up the phone.
"I swear to god, Jungkook. I will block you if you don't stop calling me."
"Baby-"
"No, Jungkook. No baby. We broke up remember?"
"You broke up with me, I never accepted it. You're still my baby."
"Jungkook I'm serious. Stop calling me. I will block you."
"You won't."
"Try me."
"Come outside?"
"What? Kook, I'm not home."
"I know. I'm outside your office. They won't let me in."
"Yes I told them not to. What are you doing here? Jungkook you have a job too, you know that right?"
"I know. But it's not important right now."
"Not important right now? That's your only source of income." You reminded him, resting your forehead on your hand.
"I don't care. What will I do with the money if you're not with me?"
"Pay your bills?"
"Come outside. I wanna see you."
"I can't. I already had my lunch break. Look, Jungkook, just go back home, ok? Don't do this to yourself. I'm hanging up. Don't call me again or I will block you." You ended the call without waiting for a reply, and the calls finally stopped, but the messages persisted. Deciding it was necessary for your peace of mind, you muted his contact to temporarily shield yourself from the continuous messages.
It was 4 hours later you were exiting the office building with your coworkers when one of them pointed something out.
"Is that Jungkook?" Sherry said and you turned your attention to where she was pointing, and to your surprise, there was Jungkook sitting on one of the benches just outside the building. He stood up with a hopeful smile and waved at you as you approached. His unexpected appearance caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at seeing him again after the breakup.
"You guys go. I'll talk to him."
As your coworkers questioned if you were okay, you gave a simple nod to reassure them. However, you couldn't hide the glare in your eyes as Jungkook approached you. The mix of emotions inside you was evident, but you tried your best to maintain composure in front of your colleagues.
"What are you still doing here, Kook?"
"Well you told me not to call you again and your guard wouldn't let me in so I had no other option."
"Yes you did. You had the option to go home."
"But I wanted to see you." Oh god it was frustrating. You are not even surprised that he's acting like a child. He has always been like this, nagging and pestering until you give him what he wants. You are actually more surprised by the fact that he waited a whole week before showing up at your workplace.
"So what you just wait here for 4 hours?"
"No .. 8 hours. I've been here since morning."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
"No. Ask your guards. We are friends now." You closed your eyes to calm yourself.
You spoke with concern in your voice, realizing that Jungkook's actions were not healthy for him. "Jungkook, this is not healthy… Why are you doing this to yourself?" you asked, genuinely worried about the toll the breakup was taking on him. You understood that he was struggling with the situation, but his continuous attempts to contact you were not helping anybody.
"Baby, I'll do anything to prove to you that I want you back."
You expressed firmly, "That's not going to change anything. We are not getting back together." You reiterated your stance, hoping he would come to accept it and eventually find a way to move forward.
"You're saying that now."
"No. My answer is not going to change." He looked unconvinced. "At least tell me you ate something?" a small smile crept across your face as you heard his stomach loudly grumble in response to your question. You decided to set aside your differences momentarily and focus on making sure he was okay in the present moment.
"You still care about me?" Of course you still cared about him. You didn't break up with him because you don't love him anymore, you broke up because he was an asshole and you realised he was never going to change. And you have to keep reminding yourself that. He's never going to change.
"Where's your bike?"
"I didn't bring it. I don't like riding without you holding me."
"Did you bring your car at least?"
"I walked."
"You walked?"
"I figured that when you come back to me, we'd have to deal with the hassle of taking both of our cars back home and riding separately, which I didn't want to go through. So, I decided to walk instead."
"You're unbelievable." He just smiled at you as if it was a compliment. All you wanted was to go home, miss him to death and cry yourself to sleep while holding his old shirt. Was it too much to ask?
His stomach grumbled again. As if asking you to feed him. Jungkook knew he was not only torturing himself but you as well. Was this his strategy? Annoy you back in his arms?
"Fine. Let's go?"
"Are you taking me home?"
"No. I'm taking you to eat something."
"Then you're taking me home so I can fuck some sense into you and we can get past this?"
"You know what? I'm leaving. Die starving."
"No I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please feed me."
Despite your current feelings of frustration and hurt towards Jungkook, you chose to bring him to your home that night. It wasn't for any romantic reasons or to give in to his demands. Instead, you prepared a home-cooked meal for him, knowing that he likely hadn't been eating well, surviving on ramen, cereal, and a whole lot of alcohol. And you couldn't let him go to sleep hungry, so you set aside your emotions and cared for him, making sure he had a satisfying and enjoyable meal.
*******
"You know you can't take him back right? He's very toxic for you."
On that Sunday evening, you and your best friend, Jimin, had a movie night planned to lift your spirits. The hot topic of discussion was none other than Jeon Jungkook. Unlike the rest of your friends from college who always cheered for your relationship with Jungkook, Jimin was the only one who never rooted for you two. He had always expressed his concerns about Jungkook, labeling him as toxic, and reminding you that you deserved better. Back in college, you used to get upset with him, feeling he was always negative. Ironically, as time passed, you realized that Jimin was the only one who consistently stuck by your side, while your other friends became distant.
"I know I know. But you should have seen his face, Jimin. I felt like I kicked a puppy."
"So you just took him back to your place?"
"Only to feed him, I kicked him out after, I swear."
"Really?" Jimin asked, keenly observing the guilty expression on your face. He had an uncanny ability to detect when you were lying, almost like a human lie detector. You knew you couldn't hide anything from him, and in this moment, you couldn't escape his discerning gaze.
"Ok, fine, He did stay longer than I initially said," you admitted, knowing that Jimin could see through your attempt to hide the whole truth. His raised eyebrow made it clear that he was onto you. You confessed, knowing you couldn't keep anything from your perceptive friend. "We might have had sex on the kitchen counter... And the couch... And my bedroom. But I swear that's it. I'm not lying, I kicked him out and told him it was a mistake right after. Didn't even wait till morning."
The way Jimin said your name almost made you hide out of shame. "You can't retaliate. What happened to 'we are never getting back together'? Taylor Swift will be very disappointed in you."
"I know. I know, it was wrong. It was just a moment of weakness. I swear to god it won't happen again."
Feeling guilty and conflicted after Jungkook left, you realized he might have misunderstood, thinking there was still a chance but you were still determined to not give him another one. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did that night but God did it feel good. You knew for a fact that Jungkook had already ruined you sexually for any other men or your hands or even your vibrator. You tried doing it three times after breaking up with him but not once could you bring yourself to orgasm. You just gave up after the third time, just accepted the fact that you're not going to have an orgasm ever again. People live without having orgasms right?
That is why, when Jungkook stood so close to you last night, your body seemed to betray your intentions, and you found it hard to resist him. The lingering emotions and history between you both created a pull that was difficult to ignore.
As you cleaned up the kitchen after feeding Jungkook, you hoped he would leave soon. Knowing his tendencies, you knew he would try to sneak into your bed if you went to sleep while he was still there. So, you waited for the right moment to gather enough courage to kick him out. However, Jungkook had different plans in mind. Sneaking up behind you, he cornered you against the kitchen island, catching you by surprise. The close proximity left you heavy breathed and questioning your own decision.
In the heat of the moment, everything felt like a blur, and you couldn't recall who initiated the first move or who kissed whom first. It all happened so quickly. One second he was thanking you for the dinner, and the next, he was kissing you passionately, pulling you into the moment so deeply that you momentarily forgot about the complexities of your situation. You only remember how you were so desperate that neither of you even bothered undressing completely before he thrusted deep into you on that kitchen counter. You only remember cumming as he carried you to the couch and you rode him there. You only remember him slowly laying you down on your bed and making love to you.
"You're right, Jimin. I need to be stronger. I can't let him get to me like this. You know what? Next time, I'm not even going to look at his way if he shows up."
"Yes, that's the spirit. Ignore him like all those times he ignored you while flirting with that girl from the boba place." The expression of your face immediately turned sour after hearing his words. "I'm sorry. Too soon?" You only nodded in response.
"I can't believe I kept giving him chances after chances for so long. I should've listened to you in the first place; guys like Jungkook never change," you admitted, feeling regretful for not heeding Jimin's advice earlier. Reflecting on the past, you realized that you had been hopeful that Jungkook would change, but now you understood that some people's behaviors remain consistent despite the chances they are given.
"It's still not too late." As if on cue, there were a series of knocks on your front door, and you knew all too well who it was. The familiarity of Jungkook's knocking left you feeling a mix of emotions. Gosh, was it pathetic that you could tell Jungkook from the way he knocks? "Did you order something?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the look on your face.
"No. It's Jungkook."
"How do you know."
"I know." The knocks grew more impatient.
"Should we not open the door?"
"No. Let's ignore him." You said turning up the volume of your tv.
"Baby, did you change the locks? My key's not working." Instead of asking Jungkook to give back your keys you had settled for the less agonizing option and got your locks changed.
"Let's just pretend that we're not home," you suggested to your best friend. Hoping to avoid any confrontation, you both waited until the knocks finally stopped after what seemed like five minutes. Relieved, you thought your plan had worked, and you both resumed watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend had other plans and was determined to come inside some other way if you didn't let him in.
Jungkook had never been one to give up easily, whether it was in sports, academics, or winning back his girlfriend. He was determined to do whatever it took to have you back in his arms. Realizing his mistakes, he was now ready to redeem himself. Jungkook had heard about grand romantic gestures that people used to prove their love, and he was determined to do the same for you. Some people run through airports to stop the love of their life, while others write a hundred letters to confess their love. In Jungkook's case, he was willing to risk his life and climb seven floors to reach you, showing the depth of his determination to make things right.
Both you and Jimin were startled as the silence was broken by loud knocks on your bedroom window. The sudden sound startled both you and Jimin as you looked at each other thinking the other might have the answer.
"Is that-?" Jimin couldn't even finish his sentence before you swiftly got up and ran towards your bedroom. It was indeed Jungkook hanging outside your bedroom window.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, are you fucking kidding me?" You quickly opened the windows, concerned that he might fall and get seriously hurt. Jimin followed you to your bedroom and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. You were screaming at Jungkook while he tried to explain himself, hanging from the window.
"This is what I've always been talking about," you continued in frustration, "You always act like a fucking child, doing ridiculous things to get your way. It's just ridiculous. You can't always get whatever you want by pulling stunts like this. You could seriously get injured, you seem to have no regard for yourself or anyone else. I'm so fuc-"
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"
"None of your business. I want to talk to my girlfriend."
"Ex girlfriend."
"I said none of your business."
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing?" This time it was you asking, exasperated, as Jungkook continued to hang from the flimsy pipe outside your window. The precarious situation he put himself in only added to your frustration and concern.
"You weren't opening the door, what was I supposed to do?"
"NOT CLIMB UP THE FUCKING WALL LIKE A CREEP?"
"Can I please come in now? I don't think I can hold on to this pipe much longer." You and Jimin quickly helped the boy inside.
"Chim, can you please wait outside? I need to talk to him," you requested, and Jimin obliged, but not before warning Jungkook not to try anything or he would kick his ass. Jimin might have been smaller than your ex in size but damn that man can fight. With Jimin gone, you turned your attention back to Jungkook, ready to confront him about his reckless behavior and demand some answers.
"Care to explain yourself?"
"Baby, I miss you. So fucking much. You have no idea."
"This is insane. You have to know you're crossing a line, Jungkook. Not only are you acting like a fucking child, you're also putting your own life in danger."
"I know, I know I'm acting crazy. But how else do I show you how much you mean to me."
"Jungkook, if I meant to you that much you wouldn't make me feel like a shit in the first place."
"And I am sorry about that. I promise to be better, I wouldn't look at another woman ever again."
"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation? It's too many, Jungkook," you expressed, "You always say the same things, but then you repeat the same mistakes all over again. I can't keep going back to you; it's just not healthy for either of us," you firmly stated, making it clear that you were determined to break this cycle and move on from the relationship.
"Baby, pl-" he walked closer to you only for you to back away.
"And you need to stop acting like this. You can't always act on impulse, you could've seriously hurt yourself."
"It's nothing. It's not that high anyway."
"It's seven floors."
"Actually, 8. I miscalculated, and well, you might wanna avoid Mrs. Katz for a while," Jungkook admitted with a hint of amusement in his voice. Despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn't help but laugh a little at his confession. Oh how much he had missed your laugh, he has always told you that you have the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard and to go without hearing it for more than a week? It's just torture.
"You have to leave."
"At least let-"
"No. Jungkook please, I can't do this. Not right now. You have to go," you said running your hands through your hair. "I miss you too, I really do. You have to understand that this is hard for me as well. And you doing all these things is not making anything easier. So please, for me, just leave." A single drop of tear fell down your left eye, you didn't have it in you anymore to back away as he walked toward you.
"Fine, I'll go now. But I won't stop," he declared, stopping right in front of you. "I won't stop until you realize that you're the one that I want. I won't stop until I convince you that you're the one for me, and I love you more than anything in this world. I'm not giving up on you, on us, baby. I don't care how long it takes, I'll beg you every day if I have to, but I won't stop until you come back to me."
His words were sincere, and you could see the determination in his eyes. A part of you desperately wanted to give in, to feel his embrace again, but you were also afraid. Afraid of going through the same cycle, afraid of getting hurt again. The conflict between your heart and mind was tearing you apart as you stood there, facing the man you still loved, but uncertain of what to do next.
He leaned closer, and you instinctively closed your eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead, you felt a light brush of his lips against your forehead. His touch was gentle, his thumbs wiping away your tears, and his lips seemingly kissing the tension away. He stayed like that for a few seconds, leaving you with mixed emotions as he showered you with affection. And with that, he left, not sparing a glance at the man in your living room. As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the love you still held for him and the need to protect yourself from potential heartache.
Like a good friend, Park Jimin didn't ask you any questions. He simply held you close, providing a comforting embrace as you sniffed against his chest all night.
*******
It's been almost a week since that conversation you had with Jungkook in your bedroom, and it's now apparent that you have a stalker. He's been following you around like a lost puppy for the better part of the week. At first, it was annoying, and you had frequent arguments with him about his behavior. But as the days passed, you've grown somewhat accustomed to his presence. Now, you mostly ignore him as he follows you around the city, giving him only the occasional side-eye before continuing with your daily routine.
Jungkook's constant presence has become both annoying and puzzling. You're not sure how he manages to track your every move or who leaked your information to him, but he seems to be everywhere. If you were riding the subway he was there sitting across you, if you were in a bar with your friends he was there scaring away all the guys that approached you, even when you were on office lunches he was sitting two tables away smiling at you. If it was anyone else it would have been creepy and you would hand them to the police but with Jungkook, sure it was annoying but also... Cute?
Sometimes he approaches you to say something or brings you flowers, while other times he simply waves at you from a distance or quietly observes you while you talk to your friends at a restaurant, much like he is doing now.
"Not to alarm you or anything but there's a really really hot but kinda creepy guy has been following us for 20 minutes now, I'm guessing more but I have only noticed him for 20," Mia was new in the city and in your office, she was also one of your only colleagues who has never seen Jungkook or didn't know who he was. Today you have taken Mia out for lunch and to show her around the city like she so politely asked you a few days ago.
"Don't look right now, but he's standing across the street, and he's looking right at you," Mia whispered, her tone laced with concern. "Should we lead him to the police station?"
Her words of concern brought a chuckle from you, which seemed to confuse Mia. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you, as Jungkook's persistent presence had become a bizarre and somewhat amusing part of your daily life. While Mia saw him as a potential threat, you couldn't help but find his actions, however creepy they might be, somewhat endearing. You assured Mia that you could handle the situation and that there was no need to involve the police.
You turned around to see Jungkook holding a roughly wrapped bundle of sunflowers and waving at you as soon as your eyes met. Of course you didn't bother to wave back.
"Don't worry, he's... he's harmless."
"Do you know that guy?"
"Yeah... Well it wouldn't sound very good if I say it. He's my ex boyfriend."
"Oh my god. Is he stalking you? Shouldn't you report him or something?"
"Oh no, no. Like I said, Jungkook is very harmless. To others… Very harmful for himself, though," you added with a mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook clumsily ran to cross the street, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car in the process.
As you and Mia continued walking, she looked back and forth between you and Jungkook, clearly unsure of how to react in this unusual situation. You could understand her confusion, as dealing with Jungkook's persistent presence was not something you had ever expected to be a part of your daily routine.
Jungkook finally spoke up when he got closer, saying, "I know you saw me."
"Then you must know that I'm ignoring you."
"You look gorgeous." The simple compliment caused a blush to creep up from your neck, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in response to Jungkook's words.
"I know."
"Babe, talk to me. Then I won't bother you the whole day. I promise." Jungkook's plea made you stop in your tracks, and even the girl beside you seemed surprised by your response, as you decided to give him a moment to talk.
"Fine. Talk," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly signaling your skepticism but still willing to hear him out.
"Uhhh..." Jungkook hesitated, caught off guard by your willingness to listen. He struggled to find the right words, unsure of what to say beyond the usual apologies and expressions of missing you.
"These are for you." He said offering you the sunflowers. "You love them."
"You remember that?" It was surprising honestly, you weren't expecting Jungkook to remember some minute detail you mentioned in the passing.
What's more surprising is that Jungkook's eyes not once has drifted to the girl standing awkwardly beside you. To simply say that Mia was beautiful would be the understatement of the century. She was one of the most gorgeous women you've ever laid eyes on and had the body of a goddess. Honestly she made you doubt your sexuality for a second so the fact that Jungkook didn't even spare a glance at her was really surprising. Probably because he knows you'd be watching him like a hawk if he did but still, it's progress right?
"I do."
"By the way, this is Mia. My new colleague. Mia, this is Jungkook, my boyfrie...ex-boyfriend," you corrected yourself, catching Jungkook's reaction as his face seemed to brighten momentarily at your slip.
"I would say nice to meet you if you weren't being creepy and stalking us."
"He wasn't stalking us," you said, feeling a sudden urge to defend Jungkook, even though you were trying to keep your distance from him. "Stalking is a form of harassment, and I do not feel even slightly harassed by this man. He knows me and he wanted to talk to me, so he followed me here. You have no right to call him a stalker." Both Jungkook and Mia seemed taken aback by your strong defense of him.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
"It's okay. Actually, there's the restaurant. I already made a reservation under my name. You should go in; I'll catch up with you in a sec," you said and Mia gave you a polite smile before walking towards the restaurant. As she left, you turned back to Jungkook and noticed his gaze fixed on you. There was no ogling of her ass as she walked away. Progress, you thought to yourself.
"What are you smiling at?"
"I love you." He said giving you those lovestruck puppy eyes.
"Shut up."
"You really do look gorgeous today," Jungkook said, and you couldn't help but look down at your simple outfit—a plain beige shirt and brown work pants. He thinks you look gorgeous in this boring ass outfit? You didn't think there was anything special about it. "You really do," he insisted. "I'm not just saying it to kiss up to you."
"What do you wanted to talk about?" you asked, brushing off his compliment and getting back to the point.
"You left some stuff at the apartment. They seem important. If you want I can bring them back to your place... or you can come by. Anytime." Your heart did drop a little. He wants you to pick your stuff up from his apartment? What happened to I'll try as long as it takes? Sure you're planning on getting those back anyway but hearing him say that... hurts a little.
"I can come pick them up. If you're around tonight. I'll also bring your key, I still have it." Why did saying it felt so official?
"Yeah cool..."
*******
Oh god it was so not cool. Jungkook was freaking the fuck out. The reality was sinking in, and it was not cool at all. You were going to pick up your stuff, and it felt like the official end was approaching. Until now, it felt like a temporary fight, where he could apologize and you'd come back to him. But now, it felt like a real breakup, and it was hitting him hard.
"Why the fuck did I have to say that? WHY THE FUCK? I'm such a fucking tool. I could have said anything, literally anything and what did I say? Pick your stuff up from my apartment. Why the fuck didn't I just get hit by that damn car instead?"
"Kook, calm down."
"What the fuck you mean calm down? She's gonna be here in two hours or something and she's gonna take the last pieces of her from this apartment and my miserable life and then she's gonna move on while I'll probably die alone because I can't ever love anybody as much as I love her." By the end of his rant all three of his hyungs were looking at him with mouth hung open.
"Bro, you've got issues."
"You think?" Jungkook sarcastically asked as he paused his pacing around the living room for a moment. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok, Jungkook's best friends, were gathered around him in the living room as the youngest ranted to them for an hour. Jungkook had called them as soon as he got back to his apartment, seeking their help to salvage the remaining pieces of his love life. True to their friendship, they all showed up within an hour. However, so far, none of them had been even slightly helpful, and Jungkook was now two bottles of wine down.
"Here's an idea," Hoseok offered. "Don't open the door when she comes here, she's gonna think you invited her and forgot, hence she can't take her stuff." All three men looked at Hoseok.
"Yes, Kook. And punch her dog while you're at it." Namjoon scoffed.
"At least I'm giving some advice. You guys are useless."
"Yes, Hobi hyung. And I appreciate that. But she already has a key she's just gonna get in and take her stuff and leave."
Yoongi finally broke his silence, offering his perspective. "You know what, JK? If she can't already see the efforts, maybe she's not worth it. You already spent a week following her around like a puppy, and she doesn't have the decency to acknowledge your efforts?" His words held a hint of frustration, clearly disappointed in your lack of response to Jungkook's attempts to win you back.
"She has every right to be mad at me. I was a horrible boyfriend. A week is nothing, even if it takes a year I'm still gonna try to do everything I can. And what efforts? All I've done is stalk her around, probably even made her uncomfortable."
"I agree with Yoongi, Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign that you should consider moving on," Namjoon gently suggested, feeling sympathy for his young friend. He had never seen Jungkook so frustrated and heartbroken before; usually, he has always been the life of the party, bringing joy to everyone around him. Witnessing him like this was truly disheartening.
"No, you guys don't understand. I love her. You know why I was always carefree about the future? Because I always knew it was her, I don't care what I do or what I am as long as its with her. She's it for me and I want her by my side for my whole life. I want to be hers more than I want to be anything. I want children, I want a dog, I want a marriage, I want everything with her and if she's not in the future I don't know what I am anymore. I don't know who I am without her." Jungkook's monologue has left everyone speechless and in awe.
"Dude you wanna get married? I never pegged you to be the one to get married?"
"Not right away but in the future, yes. Only if it's to her tho. I don't want anyone else."
"Wow... Never thought Jeon Jungkook would have children in his future." Yoongi knew him the longest and all through his fuckboy phase so it was hardest to digest for Yoongi.
"Well not anymore. The mother of my children wants a divorce."
"Did you say all that to her?" asked Namjoon.
"What?"
"That little speech you just gave? Does she know all that?"
"No... I guess we never got to talk about all those things. I realised all this after the break up anyway."
"Then tell her. Tell her everything you just said, exactly how you said it."
It was easier said than done. You arrived with a knock on his door an hour after the boys left. An hour which Jungkook spent cleaning every surface of his apartment so you wouldn't notice how pathetic his life has gotten after you left.
Upon seeing you walk into his apartment, Jungkook's mouth went dry. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even in the simplest of outfits. He still has no idea how you manage to look so beautiful in the dullest outfits ever. Your dress modestly covered your legs, and your top had a conservative neckline, not even a hint of cleavage was seen yet you still managed to radiate a captivating charm.
You were also wearing little to no makeup. He did not want to be one of those boyfriends who bragged about their girlfriends looking pretty without makeup but if it was a compitition he'd win. If situations was different he would have made a joke about you going to the church but he stops himself.
"You want some wine?" Jungkook asked.
"Sure. Did you clean the place?"
"Uh...oh yeah. Just a little." He replied pouring wine in two glasses and brought them out to you. You had to mentally remind yourself that this wasn't a romantic date; you were just here to pick up your belongings. Being back in his apartment after such a long time stirred up mixed emotions, and you couldn't help but feel your heart racing.
You took a sip of the wine, only to find it tasted terrible, and you immediately spit it out, making a disgusted face.
"Oh my god, is this the wine we tried making at home?"
"Yes."
"It's awful," you said, both of you bursting into laughter. "Oh my god, why do you still have this? Throw it out, it's literally trash."
"Nah… I like it sometimes… it goes well with that cheese you tried making," he said with a playful grin, recalling a failed culinary experiment from your past. The two of you shared a knowing look, the memories of your shared moments flooding back.
"Noooo that's disgusting... I can't believe you still eat that." You continued laughing. Ok focus, you're not here to have fun.
"Only sometimes... when I miss you." He said and your laughs stopped. "Baby I-"
"So? Where is all my thing?" You ask, completely ignoring the nickname.
"I'm sorry I didn't pack anything." Because I don't want to let you go. "Some of your clothes are still in the laundry room. We can start there." You headed to the compact laundry room, which was conveniently connected to his bathroom. Jungkook trailed behind you in silence as you began sifting through the sizable laundry baskets, searching for your clothes among the various items.
The atmosphere was a mix of awkwardness and nostalgia. Memories of the times you spent together flooded your mind as you touched the familiar fabrics. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand and not get lost in emotions that might cloud your judgment.
"Koo, you mixed up the dirty and clean basket again," you said, using the old nickname almost instinctively. Jungkook's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but notice the fondness in your voice as you gently pointed out his little mistake.
"Did I?"
"Yeah. Blue one is for the dirty laundry, and the white one is for the washed clothes. You mixed them all up, and now you'll have to wash 'em again," you said, teasingly holding up a definitely used Calvin Klein underwear from the clean laundry basket. It felt oddly domestic, and a sense of nostalgia washed over you. Part of you wanted to spend a little more time just doing this with him, the way you used to when you were together.
"Did you try washing my clothes?" You asked picking up your white, well now pink t shirt with your hands.
"I wanted to do something nice."
"That's sweet of you, but there's a reason I told you not to do the laundries. I do the laundries and you do…" You paused, catching yourself before you continued talking as if you were still a couple. It was a slip, and you needed to remind yourself of the reality. You were here to pack your clothes and leave, not to discuss how to divide chores between couples.
"Well you're not here anymore. So I do the laundries and I do the dishes."
"Right... I'll seperate my clothes and then pack them." As you started sorting through the clothes, memories flooded back when your hands grabbed a certain grey t-shirt. Tears welled up in your eyes, that t-shirt held significant meaning in your relationship. It was the first time you stayed at Jungkook's place, and he had given you that t-shirt to wear. You loved it so fucking much that you still wore it often. It represented a sweet and intimate moment between the two of you. Despite the emotions it stirred, you simply placed the t-shirt in his pile of clothes.
"What are you doing? That's your t shirt." He picked it up to put it back in your pile.
"No, it's yours."
"Yes but I gave it to you because you love it."
"Well we're not a couple anymore so I'm giving it back. How are we supposed to move on if-"
"Why are you so fixated on that?"
"On what?"
"On moving on." This was the first time after the break up you were seeing a glimmer of anger in Jungkook's eyes as he walked around the counter to come to your side.
"Well we have to move on, don't we? We can't keep living in the past."
"It's not the past yet. I still love you and you still love me. And don't you fucking say that you don't. Because you do."
"Well it doesn't matter. Love is not enough to work a relationship, Jungkook. We are not compatible."
"And who decided that? You? You suddenly know everything about compatibility?"
"Can't you see? We are fucking fighting over a fucking t shirt."
"No it's not about a t-shirt, we are fighting over the fact that you're giving up on our 3 years relationship so easily like it meant nothing to you."
"Easily? Do you think any of this is easy for me, Jungkook? Do you think I just want to fucking break your heart because I just want to give up? Do you have any idea how much courage it took for me to fucking walk into this apartment just to walk out for your life?"
"Well you could have fooled me. It sure as hell look like you don't give a flying fuck about us right now?"
"I don't give a fuck? How dare you say that? I have given the most fucks about this relationship out of the two of us." Your voices raised in intensity as you found yourselves in close proximity, chests nearly touching, and only a few inches of space between your faces. Despite the heated argument, you couldn't help but notice how his chest was heaving from all the emotions, and how strikingly handsome he looked tonight.
Jungkook was so angry that he had no idea what he was saying anymore. He was just venting his frustration and shouting whatever came to mind in the heat of the moment. But your mind had drifted away from deciphering his words. Instead, you found yourself fixated on his lips, the way the little freckle moved up and down with his lips, and how his hands gestured frantically as he tried to make his point. The intensity of the moment seemed to fade away, and you were lost in the small details that had once been so familiar to you.
"You know what? You're such a hypocrite. You've nagged me all this time for not making efforts, and now you don't even acknowledge any of them. Do you have any idea how cruel you are-?" Unlike last time, this time you remember who made the first move. You took him by surprise, grabbing his gray hoodie to pull him closer. It was you who pulled him down and pressed his lips against your own. The kiss was intense, filled with a mixture of frustration, love, and longing. In that moment, all the pent-up emotions seemed to find release, and you found yourself melting into each other's embrace, at least for a brief moment.
Jungkook doesn't know what the hell took over you, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. No. It only took him a mere second to acknowledge the situation, but once he did, his arms were already around your waist, pulling you closer than physically possible. The intensity of the moment, the rush of emotions, it all felt overwhelming and right at the same time. The world seemed to fade away as you both embraced, holding on tightly to each other as if afraid to let go. It was a moment of surrender, a moment of pure vulnerability, and for that moment, everything else ceased to exist.
The silent laundry room filled up with the sound of lips smacking each other. And both of you trying to breath between your kisses. Kissing Jungkook has always been a treat in itself, you have had your fair share of lovers before Jungkook but none of them had ever kissed you like he did. Kissing with them was always sort of a task that you would have to go through until both of your clothes were off but not with him. With him kissing itself was such an amazing experience, you could and you had spent hours just kissing those lips, that's how good of a kisser Jungkook was.
Jungkook didn't only kiss with his lips; he kissed with his whole body. His hands explored every inch of your skin that was available to him. One hand was tracing the curve of your hips while the other moved up your back, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle squeeze of his hand on your ass elicited soft moans from you, and you felt your body responding to his touch in all the ways it used to when you were together. The physical connection between you two was undeniable, and it was as if no time had passed since your last intimate encounter.
Without breaking your kisses for a second, Jungkook swiftly picked you up and placed you on the counter, not caring that the laundry baskets fell to the floor. The kisses became more desperate and fervent, his tongue demanding authority inside your mouth. It was as if all the pent-up emotions and desires from the past week were being unleashed in this passionate moment, and neither of you could resist the pull of each other's lips and bodies.
"Wait, wait," You pulled away, panting with droopy eyes from the intensity of the moment. Your small hands gently pushed against his chest when he tried to lean in again. "What are we doing?" you asked, seeking clarity amidst the intoxicating rush of emotions and desire.
"I think, I think we are making out."
"No I mean... I'm not here to do this. This is not right."
"Who cares?" Jungkook shrugged, capturing your lips in another kiss. One much shorter than the previous.
"I do."
"Do you want this?"
"I do...but-" you were cut off by his plump lips.
"Let's talk about it later then... I miss you."
"I miss you too," you whispered, giving in to the overwhelming emotions and desires that filled the air between you both. With those words, you granted Jungkook the permission he needed to take things further. In that moment, you embraced the vulnerability of being human, unable to resist the pull of his charm and the way his body ignited your own.
His hands eagerly roamed along your back, searching for the zipper that must be hidden somewhere on the dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your breath hitched as you felt his fingers deftly find the zipper's pull. The anticipation of what was to come next filled the air, and time seemed to slow down as he slowly, teasingly, pulled the zipper down.
"How was the meeting with the reverend?" He finally made the joke he had been dying to say all evening, making you smack his chest slightly
"Shut up. I thought if I didn't look hot, I'd make it easy on you." you playfully responded, justifying your choice of the dark green dress that covered most of your body.
"Are you kidding me? You can never not look hot. You are feeding my sexy liberarian fantasies." Ignoring his comment you started unzipping his gray hoodie revealing the white wife beater underneath.
"Meals you can skip, gym you can't?" You commented admiring the muscles adorning his shoulders chest and biceps. You shivered when his hand suddenly reached under your dress to caress your bare thighs. Close to your core which you were sure was practically drenched now.
"Can I take this off?" All you could do was nod in response and he ripped your dress off of you in mere seconds. "Gosh, baby, you're so beautiful." Jungkook whispered looking at your mismatched pair of cotton underwear. "Look at you... dripping already. You got this wet just with my kisses?" You shook your head in agreement as he gaped at your clothed pussy. A very noticeable and big patch of wetness covering your panties right at the centre. "I missed playing with your pussy so much. Did it miss me too, Baby?" Once again all you could do was nod when his fingers slowly started tracing shape on your clit. "Words, sweetheart."
"Yes... it missed you. Please do something, Koo." The way you mewled out the words sent blood rushing towards his already hard cock. That was all the encouragement he needed to push your panties to the side. His face lit up at the sight of your dewy folds. Slick dripping between the slit.
"What do you want first?"
"Fingers. I want your fingers." Jungkook quickly moved to take off his rings but you stopped him. "Fuck me with them." Jungkook almost came at your words, you never told him before that you liked getting off with his rings.
"You like the cold metal?" You couldn't answer the question as he started playing with the bundle of nerves, pinching it occasionally. All your words turned into whimpers. "Look your pussy baby. Begging of my fingers." He smirked before slowly entering your folds with his middle fingers.
"Ah... baby." You shakily reach out with your hand to bring his face near your chest. He seemed to understand the assignment as he quickly started nibbling at the skin of your breast, pulling down the cups to release your nipples which were now hard like pebbles.
Jungkook had a way of eliciting reactions from you as if it were the first time every time, despite having experienced it countless times over the past three years. It amazed you how he could still have such an impact on you after all this time.
"I missed having your tits on my face." Jungkook murmured before quickly taking one in his mouth. You moaned out incoherent words when his ring finger joined his middle finger inside your cunt. Thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hands found solace in Jungkook's hair as he continued leaving kisses all across your chest.
You let out a tiny whimper in protest when his fingers pulled out from you. He brought them up to his lips and gave them a suck, eyes looking deeply in your half closed once.
"Shhh don't worry, baby. I just want more access." You understood what he meant when he pulled you up easily with one hand to take off your panties and throwing it somewhere in the laundry room. "You know, you taste just as sweet as day one." He picked up some of your slick on his fingers and brought them closer to your lips. "Taste baby, taste how devine you are." You took his fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean. Jungkook's cock was now as hard as a rock. He quickly took one of your hands and guided them to his clothed boner in order to get some relief. Like muscle memory your your hands quickly started working on his crotch. Squeezing it just the right amount.
"Wanna suck your cock." You quickly said.
"Later. Let me have this cunt for now." He quickly bent down on his knees to swipe his tongue up your slit pulling out a sudden loud moan from you. "Yes baby. Keep screaming." He said before leaning forward and getting to work, lapping at your juices like a dog dying from thirst.
His two long fingers went back inside your seeping hole as his tongue started flicking your clit. His free hand grabbed your thigh and put it on his shoulder. You were halfway hanging from the counter and practically sitting on Jungkook's face. Jungkook on the other hand was in his heaven right now. Imagine two of the most favourite things to mankind, ass and pussy and then imagine being buried in them, Jungkook thought if he died right now right here, it would be the best death.
Your hips started moving in circular motion as you ground your pussy against his face. Hands tugging at his raven locks. His nose occasionally bumped against your clit. You looked down at the scene in front of you, Jungkook's eyes looking up at you and his mouth ate away at your pussy. The look of his face trapped between your thighs was so filthy that you almost came from it only.
His tongue had now replaced your fingers in poking and prodding inside your walls. His hand came around your hips to rub at your clit.
Jungkook loved eating your pussy and it showed. The way his eyes closed in pleasure only by bringing you close to your orgasm. He was a very selfless lover, he found pleasure in pleasing you and he could spend days licking your juices and playing with your pussy. Right now his goal was to make you cum, if you squirt then it would be a bonus.
"I'm close, Koo. Lick my clit please." And like the always obedient lover, he did. Fingers parting your pussy lips and tongue getting back to licking the bundle of nerves, lips wrapping around it to give it a suck now and then. The sounds you were making were pornographic to say the least. You were sure you sounded like one of those girls making high pitched noises in the porn videos but you couldn't help it. Jungkook made you behave like a whore and you loved it. You loved screaming his name and you loved making these obscene sounds, and Jungkook loved it even more.
"Koo, I'm cumming." You cried out. He started licking even faster at your words, helping you reach the high faster. His heart jumped with joy when he saw the juices coming out of you. He did it, he made you squirt. Your legs quivered around him as you came down from his high. He didn't stop there. He licked you until you were clean and drank every single droplet of your arousal. You were shaking from the orgasm and the oversensitivity you felt in your pussy.
With one last kiss to the hood of your clit Jungkook came up and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss. You were determined to pleasure him like he did you. Shaking hands fidgeting with his clothes as you tugged at his lip ring with your teeth.
"Slow down baby." He helped you take of his wife beater.
"Can't. Want your cock." You were once again drunk on arousal. Your hands worked as quick as they could after that earth shattering orgasm to pull out his cock from his sweatpants. Mouth watering at the sight once it finally did.
Jungkook had the most beautiful and delicious cock you have ever seen. It was long and thick with just the perfect mushroom tip, which was now swollen and red and leaking from precum. The veins in his cock were imitating the veins on his arms, ready to pop any minute. Your thumb already started doing its job by spreading the precum all over his tip.
The groan he let out as your hand played with his cock was very loud. Almost as if giving you a warning.
"Is baby a cockslut?" He asked, reaching out to trace your lips with his tumba. The same thumb that was rubbing your clit only a minute ago.
"Only for you."
"Yes. Only mine."
"Wanna suck your cock." You pleaded once again.
"Go ahead, babygirl. Do whatever you want." You took that as permission to sink down on your knees and come face to face with his throbbing penis which was begging for your attention. Your hands stroked him slowly up and down and tongue came out to tease the top. "Don't tease, baby." You giggles once he used his heavy tip slap you slightly.
You looked up at him, making the most innocent face as you collected some spit in your mouth and then spit on his cock to lather it up with some slick. You slowly took the warm tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like a lollipop.
"Just like that, babe." Jungkook sighed out and his words arrange you to take him in inch by inch until he was in your throat. One of your hands came up to play with his balls. His moans were now louder working as your inspiration to please him more. You loved the way he said your name. Moaned your name like you were some goddess that he was praying to.
Your head started bobbing up and down as you took him in and out of your mouth. Tongue continuously playing with the warm slit on tip of his cock.
"Fuck my mouth." You said once you took him out completely.
"You sure?" You only responded with a nod and that was all the answer that he needed to grab the back of your head and start thrusting in your mouth. You angled your teeth in a way you knew he loved. In a way that they grazed his shaft enough to feel but not enough to hurt. His tip was bumping at the back of your throat as one of your hand kept playing with his balls.
He pulled out of your mouth too soon to your liking and you gave him a questioning look.
"I'll cum if we kept going. I wanna cum in your pussy." Jungkook did not take one more second to pull you up and bend you against the counter. Fingers once again playing with your entrence to make sure you were wet enough to enter. "Look at you. You are wet again already, baby. Such a fucking whore." Although his words might have offended you naturally but right now they just added to your arousal. "My little whore wants to get fucked?" His hands digging in the flesh of your ass, slapping it to make it jiggle.
"Yes, Kookie. Please, fuck me." You begged, splayed out on your front on the cold counter. His cock was running along your pussy, poking in your slit but not really entering. "Stop teasing me you, asshole." You screamed earning a chuckle from the man behind you.
"This is what you get for being so mean to me." The loud smack that came at the flesh of your ass was very unexpected. "Tell me you forgive me and I'll fuck you." He bargained.
"No." Another smack making you yelp out from pleasure and pain. Your cunt once again was dripping from your arousal and this asshole was doing absolutely nothing about it. Wasn't he turned on too?
"Say or I won't fuck you."
"You're an asshole"
"That's not the answer."
"Fine. I forgive you. Just fuck me, please." Jungkook laughed at the way you begged.
"See. It wasn't that hard." He finally sink into you. A synchronised moan escaped the both of you once he was completely inside. "So warm and tight, baby. The best pussy ever."
"Jungkook, faster." You moaned and he obliged instantly. Your ass jiggling as he started snapping into you in a fast rhythm. His cock was hitting you in all the right places, he had found your g-spot instantly. One of his hands sneaked to the front to rub your clit as the other pulled you back and held you against his chest.
You hiked one of your legs up on the counter to get better angle and feel all of him in all the right places. Jungkook kept grunting in your ear, letting out words of encouragement, telling you how good you were holding up and how wonderful your pussy was.
Your breast bounced up and down as he pulled out of you and pushed in with equal force. His fingers kept rubbing and flicking your clit side to side and soon you were close to your climax.
"Jungkook I'm close."
"Hold it."
"Can't," you were cut off by your own moan at another hit against your g spot. "Can't hold it for long."
"Just for a little, baby. I'm close too." His hand turns your jaw sideways to capture your lips, drinking all of your moans. Just a few thrusts of his later he was almost there. "On the count of 3, ok baby?" You nodded against his lips.
"One." He slapped your clit, earning a loud moan from you.
"Two." His hand tucked and pinched at your nipples.
"Three." With one final thrust the both of you came down from your climax with a loud scream.
"Oh god I love you. I love you so much baby." Jungkook said as his seeds filled your pussy up to the brim.
*******
"What are you doing?" Jungkook looked at you confusingly as you pulled on your clothes 15 minutes after having sex with him. Although he did clean you up there was still some of his cum inside you right now.
"I can't go out naked."
"Why do you have to go out?"
"Because I don't live here? We are still broken up, Jungkook." Your words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"What? But we... we just had sex... you said you forgave me."
"Don't act like you never said anything to get whatever you want." You said looking for your panties. "Where the fuck are my panties?"
"What do you m- did you just say that to have sex with me?" He said as you looked for another pair of panties in the laundry basket. "I feel so used right now."
"Don't be dramatic."
"But baby... I thought we made up. Please don't leave now."
"Jungkook... You want to win me back? Do it without sex. The sex was amazing but I'm sorry it did not solve anything. I still feel the same and you still haven't gave me any assurance."
"So we're still broken up?"
"Yes. I'll pickup my things some other time. I'm leaving." He sighed knowing there was no point in arguing. You were nothing if not stubborn.
"At least let me drop you off. It's getting late."
"It's ok. I called Taehyung when you were in the bathroom. He's already outside probably." You said, checking the time in you wrist watch.
"Fucking Taehyung." Jungkook muttered under his breath.
"Bye, Jungkook. Don't torture yourself, please."
*******
"Oh the walk of shame." Taehyung teased you when you walked out of a certain apartment building to his awaiting car.
"Shut up, Tae. If I wanted to be judged, I'd have called Jimin." Taehyung was your other best friend, and although you hadn't known each other for long, he quickly warmed his way into your heart. Ironically, you met Taehyung through Jungkook; he was Namjoon's cousin. However, now he was closer to you and Jimin than he was to Jungkook. You first met Taehyung at a club where Jungkook had dragged you with his office friends. Despite hitting on you initially, he politely backed off when you declined, and you both ended up spending the rest of the night talking and bonding over feeling neglected by the people who dragged you to the club.
"He's going to have field day with this." Taehyung chuckled as he drove away from the building.
"That's why we're not telling him."
"Fine by me, if you think you can lie to him."
"Oh god. What did I do?"
"Look, babe. I don't know what to say, you clearly still love him and he's clearly still obsessed with you. You are only torturing yourself by trying to stay away from him."
"I just... It's not enough you know. I know he loves me, more than anything but if I get back with him who's to say a week later he just won't go back to his usual self? I'm just scared Taehyung, I just don't want to get hurt. I don't want to be one of those women in the future who just sits at home and waits for her husband while he's out their flirting with a waitress or something."
"I just hope you'd stop hurting. Nothing else." He gave you a sympathetic smile and held your hand for the whole drive.
*******
Life can be cruel, and it seemed like the universe wasn't on your side. You want something so much and when you'd finally have it, you don't want it anymore. You had wanted space from Jungkook and asked for it repeatedly, but now that he had given you that space for the past six days, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was missing from your life. It was as if a big piece of your heart was absent, and you found yourself longing for his presence once again.
Six days had passed since you left Jungkook's place in Taehyung's car, and during that time, he hadn't reached out to you even once. There were no phone calls, no text messages, and no unexpected appearances at random places. It felt strange and unfamiliar not having him actively pursuing you, and it only added to the confusion and uncertainty swirling in your mind.
Every time you made a turn or entered a cafe, a part of you half-expected Jungkook to be there, waving at you with that familiar, endearing smile on his face. But each time, you found yourself disappointed as there was no sign of him. The absence of his constant presence was both a relief and a pang of longing, leaving you torn between wanting to move on and wanting him to come back into your life.
Wasn't this what you wanted? For him to stop obsessing over you and move on with his life? However, now that he had seemingly taken a step back, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A part of you wanted him to fight for you, to prove that he was willing to change and make things work. Another part of you longed for his familiar presence and the comfort that came with it.
"Did you hear any of the words I just said?" Mia asked you and you gave her a guilty smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little preoccupied today."
"Is this about Jungkook again?"
"I'm so sorry... I think this is a very bad idea. I really don't want to disrespect your friend." When Mia suggested the double date with her boyfriend and their friend a few days ago you were very skeptical about it. You didn't want to get into anything right now with the mess that your head was but after discussing it with Jimin and Taehyung, they convinced you that you should go, to take your mind off of things for a bit. Double dates are nothing serious, it was just a way to lighten up your mood. Although now you were regretting the whole ordeal. You shouldn't have come here. Not only was your mood very sour but it was also very evident on your face.
"Oh no. You wouldn't. Trust me. Actually the thing is Chris is going through a bad breakup as well and Jisung and I thought you could, you know help each other out or something."
"That's very sweet of you, Mia. But you sure I wouldn't ruin the whole thing?"
"Oh don't worry at all. And even if it does not go well nothing will be ruined between us. We'll laugh about it later." You gave her a grateful smile when she rubbed your hands.
A few seconds later, the bell of the restaurant rang, and two very attractive men walked in. As the woman beside you stood up, you realized that they were your dates. Mia quickly introduced you to her boyfriend Jisung and your date Chris. You were relieved that Chris wasn't at least horrible looking, and you hoped you could get through this one date.
"Wow, they did not mention how beautiful you are," Chris said as he shook your hand and took the seat in front of you. You couldn't help but wonder how many times he used this line, but then you reminded yourself that not every guy is a player. For all you know, Chris could be a very sweet guy who was genuinely complimenting you.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you," you replied with a polite smile. "You don't look so bad yourself."
As the conversation flowed, you found yourself getting more comfortable around Chris. He was easy to talk to, which helped lighten your mood. But despite being a genuinely sweet guy, you couldn't help but compare Chris to Jungkook. Whether it was the way he spoke, sat, or even called for the waiter, Chris lacked the same level of confidence that Jungkook possessed. Even on your first date, Jungkook had a way of making you feel like you had known him forever.
You observed that Chris couldn't hold a candle to Jungkook when it came to a sense of humor. While Jungkook was effortlessly funny, Chris tended to build up to a joke too much, and it often fell flat, leaving you with no choice but to give him pity laughs.
You had to consciously remind yourself to stop comparing this man to your ex boyfriend. Chris might not be as funny, or confident, or curious, or smart, or handsome, or cute, or witty, or energetic, or adventurous, or a good wine orderer as Jungkook but he was still a decent person. Perhaps, if you gave him a chance, things could potentially go well. It was essential to keep an open mind and not let your past experiences cloud your judgment.
The mention of your name from the man in front of you snapped you out of your train of thoughts. "So, tell me something about yourself," he said, and you suddenly realized that all three pairs of eyes were expectantly on you. Not knowing exactly what to say, you started talking about your work. With Jungkook, this was never an issue; conversation always flowed effortlessly, even in the early stages of your relationship.
"Oh… um well, I recently got promoted to a junior copywriter in our advertising company," you replied, giving him a small smile.
"No none of the boring work stuff. Tell me about yourself. What are your interests?" he asked, and you were slightly surprised by his directness. Didn't Mia mention he was going through a breakup as well? Must have been one happy breakup if he was still so cheerful.
"I... I like horror movies."
"Oh, I can't stand horror movies," Chris replied. Jungkook, on the other hand, loved horror movies. Every weekend, the two of you would go watch horror films or shows and then mock the scary scenes together. He adored seeing you jump at the jump scares and relished the opportunity to hold you close in his arms to "console" you.
"Then what kind of movies do you like?"
"I'm more into non-fiction and political cinema, and occasionally documentaries," he said. His response didn't exactly excite you, and you wondered if he was just trying to impress you or if his taste in movies was genuinely that dull. If it was the former he was doing a very bad job.
"Prude," Mia's boyfriend, Jisung, let out a cough, and it actually made you laugh, realizing it might be the first time you've genuinely laughed during this date. Normally, Jungkook would have already… No, no more thinking about Jungkook.
"I think it's adorable that Chris gets his jollies from 'our planet'." You laughed again, finding some amusement in the conversation. This date might end up being a little more bearable after all.
Finding an opening, you slipped into a conversation with Mia and Jisung instead of focusing solely on Chris. You couldn't help but awe at how adorable of a couple Mia and Jisung were. They recently celebrated their 1-year anniversary. Jisung was much younger but despite the age difference, they seemed so happy and in love. They reminded you so much of you and Jungkook. While Jungkook might not have been younger than you, he was definitely the more mischievous and playful one in the relationship, while you tended to be more responsible and level-headed.
"Do you happen to know the guy sitting behind you? Because he has been glaring at me like I just stole his kids and traded them for wool," Chris said, catching Mia's attention first. She turned around, and you followed suit, curious to see who was giving Chris such a fierce look.
To your surprise, it was none other than Jeon Jungkook sitting at the table behind you, and he wasn't alone. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon were with him. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his, and a myriad of emotions surged through you, but one was the most overwhelming of them all. Guilt.
Regret washed over you as you realized the impact your decision to go on this date had on Jungkook. His hurt expression tugged at your heartstrings, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for putting yourself in this situation. It was clear that this double date was a mistake, and you were left grappling with your emotions and the consequences of your choices.
Feeling overwhelmed and needing a moment alone, you excused yourself from the table without waiting for any response from the others. You rushed through the restaurant, trying to find a washroom where you could collect your thoughts and emotions. The encounter with Jungkook had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had intentionally come here like he did that past week or if it was just actually a coincidence.
"So we're dating other people now?" He sounded hurt when he stepped in behind you in the restroom.
"Kook, this is not what it looks like."
"I'm not mad. I'm just surprised."
"You're not?"
"Maybe a little."
"Where were you for the past six days?" You turned the question on him.
"So I disappear for a week and you start dating someone else. Thought it would take at least 30 days to move on from a 3 year relationship." His remark was bitter but you knew where he came from.
"Kook, it's not what it looks like," you said, stepping closer to him, feeling the need to explain yourself even though you knew you didn't owe him anything. After all, you were not together anymore, and it had been almost three weeks since the breakup.
"By the way I didn't disappear because I was giving up on us. I was just trying to give you some space. Our friends forced me to give you some space," He said "I wouldn't have if I knew..."
"Jungkook,"
"What's his name?"
"Don't do this to yourself."
"What does he do? I mean we can still be friends right? I know it-" you cut of his words by pressing your lips against his in a very soft kiss.
"Koo, you presence was not so insignificant in my life that I'd forget you in a week." Your words brought a hint of smile on his lips. He let out a sigh in relief.
"Oh thank God, I thought I lost you to that leprechaun."
"Hey," you scolded him. "I swear to god if you pick a fight with him on the way out, I'll whoop your ass."
"That would be so hot." There he was. Your precious Jungkook.
"But we're still not back together." The smile left his face as soon as it came. "Kook... I'm still not yours but... Make me. I'm willing to give you another chance but... You have to assure me that it will be worth it. Win me back and I'm yours."
"I will, baby. I'll show you how devoted I am." With one last kiss on your lips he left the restroom.
As Jungkook left the restroom with a newfound sense of hope and determination, you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenge of winning you back with all his heart.
As you returned to the table, Mia and Chris looked at you curiously. "Is everything okay?" Mia asked with concern.
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a little chat."
Chris raised an eyebrow playfully. "A little chat, huh? Well, I hope it was a good one."
You glanced back at the restroom door, feeling a mix of emotions inside you. "Yeah, it was," you replied, your heart a little lighter than before.
*******
And the cycle began anew on the following day. The affectionate text messages resumed, starting from the sweet 'good morning' greetings to heartfelt 'I love you's. You received a bouquet of a 100 sunflowers on your desk with a note that only read 'because roses are cliche'. He sent boba at your office because you hated coffee and he sent you sushi's from your favourite restaurant.
It was like a cycle. Once again he was following you around the city but this time you didn't roll your eyes at him, didn't cuss him out or ask him to leave you alone. You even heard from Jimin and Taehyung that Jungkook deleted his Snapchat and Instagram. Jimin was the most shocked one at the news. 'Oh my god is Jungkook actually trying to redeem himself?'
You laughed as Jungkook ran after your subway because he was a minute too late and couldn't get in as it left the station. But like the lovely ex-girlfriend you were you decided to get off on the next station to wait for him. And like you expected 10 minutes later a you saw Jungkook running down the stairs, eyes looking for you. Quickly running up to you when he found you.
"Did you run here?" He didn't answer you but only because he was too busy catching his breath.
"There are trains only two minutes apart."
"I...I know that" He said between catching his breath. "But that... would not... have been very romantic."
"And what if I didn't get off at this station."
"I would run to your office."
"You're crazy."
"Only for you."
One more week goes by with Jungkook showing you in every way how much you mean to him. You were finally starting to get the assurance and security that you have always craved for your relationship. You were finally starting to see the depths of Jungkook's devotion. The smile on your face now was just a constant. And there were only two reasons for it, Jungkook and thoughts of Jungkook.
"So, how's everything going with your crazy stalker ex?" One night Jimin playfully commented when you him and Taehyung were spending it at your place.
"Don't call him crazy."
"Fine. How's your completely sane stalker ex?" You only roll your eyes but soon started smiling widely. "Oh my god guys... He's the sweetest. I don't think I've seen him putting this much efforts in to anything like ever."
"Yeah, Namjoon says he's so whipped for you that it's disgusting." Taehyung's comment makes you blush. "So? When are you getting back together with him."
"I don't know. I mean I know. But, I don't know, should I initiate it? Should I wait for him to ask me again? Should I ask him to ask me again?"
"Don't think too much about it. If you wanna be with him, be with him." Taehyung being the ever level headed one said.
"I say make him work some more. That man had you going crazy for three years, the least jail time he deserves is three months." Jimin said sipping on his margarita.
"Don't listen to, Jimin. In fact call him right now."
"No, don't call him right now. This is our night. Don't be a simp."
"Did you guys bet against me and Jungkook?" You asked looking between both of your friends who looked like deers caught in a headlight. "Who else?"
"Just Jimin and I... and Namjoon and Yoongi and Hoseok." You gasped dramatically at your unbelievable friends.
"If either of you win, I want my cut."
The next day you were surprised to not see the usual series of morning texts that you get from Jungkook. There were no flowers outside your doorstep or your desk. Nobody sent you boba or lunch and you could say that you were having a very Jungkook less day today. The lack of your cute stalker ex has taken a toll on your mood and you found yourself becoming increasingly snappy and cranky with others, unable to shake off the disappointment and longing for his attention. This made you realise how much accustomed you have become to Jungkook.
You looked longingly at your phone but there was nothing, still no text, no calls. You could always be the mature one and call him to see what was the matter but a part of you hesitated, not wanting to appear too eager or like you were desperately missing him. After all, he had been the one pursuing you, and you didn't want to reverse those roles.
Soon it was time to get off from work, and with a series of goodbyes and good evenings you quickly left your office, You couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook would be waiting for you outside, just like he used to do. However, as you stepped out, there was no sign of him, and the reality sank in that he wasn't there. Still holding onto a glimmer of hope, you decided to wait for a little while, thinking he might show up a bit late. You stood there, keeping an eye out for any sign of him, and time seemed to slow down. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and you were torn between staying and leaving.
Soon the guard to the building adviced you to leave saying that their was a big storm on the way. You quickly looked up the weather forecast to realise that he was right indeed. You looked up at the sky to see the angry black clouds had started to gather around.
Searching for his contact you finally decided to give him a call. You were seriously getting worried about Jungkook now. As the call went straight to voicemail, your worry for Jungkook intensified.
Deciding it was the only choice, you headed towards Jungkook's place instead of your own, opting for a cab over the subway to reach him quickly.
Your excitement soared when your phone finally rang after a long day of silence. But, it quickly turned to disappointment as you noticed an unknown number instead of the one you had been eagerly waiting for. Despite the uncertainty, you chose to answer the call, just in case it was something important.
The voice asking for you on the other side was definitely unknown.
"Yes this is she." You replied.
"I'm speaking from Hope Memorial Hospital. You are listed as an emergency contact for a Jeon Jungkook. He has been involved in a motorcycle crash, and it's a very serious accident. We urgently need a guardian. Are you able to assist, or could you direct us to someone else?" The voice on the other end was serious and panicked, but you found it hard to accept the gravity of the situation. Your heart pounded in your chest, and tears streamed down your face, hoping that it wasn't as critical as it sounded.
"No, it's okay. I'll be there in... 10 minutes," you replied, your voice shaky but determined. You swiftly instructed the cab driver to change the route, urging him to go faster as you anxiously bit your nails in anticipation.
During the ride, you tried to stay strong and reassure yourself that it might not be as critical as you feared. Your mind couldn't help but drift to the worst-case scenario. What if he was already... No, no, no, you couldn't bear to think that way. You pushed those thoughts aside, trying to stay positive and hopeful as you rushed towards the hospital.
The driver observed you with sympathy as you quietly wept in the back seat. Regret filled your heart as you realized you should have called him. You blamed yourself, thinking that it was all your fault, and if anything happened to him, it would be on you.
As the car came to a stop, you hastily tossed all the remaining cash at the driver and rushed inside the hospital. Your must have looked frantic as you ran around, sobbing and calling out Jungkook's name. Thankfully, a compassionate nurse came to your aid and calmly checked the hospital charts for the name you managed to utter amidst your sobs.
"Come with me, dear. He's in the ER," you swiftly followed the nurse to a bustling room. As the nurse drew back the curtain, you braced yourself for the worst—expecting to see Jungkook badly injured, bleeding, or worse. However, what you did not anticipate was finding Jungkook sitting there, looking.... perfectly fine?
You stared at the man sitting there, feeling a mix of confusion and relief. He was laughing at something the blond girl standing beside him had said. It was unexpected, given the seriousness of the call you received earlier. You couldn't help but wonder if there had been a mistake or if he had recovered miraculously.
"Baby, you came." His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, there was not even a single scratch on Jeon Jungkook, maybe beside the scratched leather jacket. Now not to get you wrong, you were very happy that he was okay. You were just very confused. What was happening? You had stopped sobbing breathlessly but the tears were still flowing.
"I don't understand... Somebody called, they said... That something happened and it was serious." You tried explaining.
"I did get into a crash but it was nothing. They thought it was internal bleeding but that wasn't the case either. That's why I was here all afternoon, doing tests an all. But now I'm fine."
"Then why did they say that?"
"It was just a prank. I'm sorry it was Sua's Idea." He said pointing at the blond girl standing there. Your blood was boiling so fucking much that you didn't even care asking who this bitch even was let alone what she was doing with your boyfriend.
"A prank? You think this is funny?" Jungkook finally grasped the seriousness of the situation when he saw the mortified look on your face, realizing the impact of the prank. Your makeup was ruined from all the crying, and you looked exhausted.
"Baby, calm down it was just a joke." His hands came forward but you slapped it away.
"Do not Fucking touch me." You glared at him. "Do you seriously think that was funny? I almost had a heart attack, Jungkook. Do you know how fucking scared I was?" Jungkook didn't like when your voice did that. He could handle you yelling, screaming, and even calling him names, but seeing you speak with that dead serious look on your face was something he couldn't bear. It made him feel like he wanted to disappear. Jungkook wanted to jump off a cliff.
"You know what? I can't believe I even thought about giving you another chance. We are seriously done this time." You didn't even look back as you walked away as Jungkook struggled to get that IV out of his hand and run after you.
"Baby, stop I'm sorry. It was Sua's Idea, I swear."
The thunderstorm had finally hit your city with full blast. It was raining cats and dogs. In the midst of it all, everyone ran to sought shelter. However, that didn't stop you from sprinting out of the hospital. The storm didn't concern you; what mattered most was that you couldn't even bare the thought of being near Jeon Jungkook at that moment.
As you dwelled on everything that had happened, your anger intensified. You felt a surge of anger directed at Jungkook, the thunderstorm, and that stupid blond woman who played the prank. But, the strongest force of anger was aimed at yourself, for even thinking that he can take anything seriously. Why did you even bother believing he could change? He was and will always be a man-child.
"Babe, it's really dangerous outside."
"THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME."
"I'm not leaving you alone," he insisted, stepping out into the heavy rain to follow you. As you walked, you had no clear destination or plan in mind. All you knew was that you were so angry with Jeon Jungkook that you couldn't bear to look at his face.
After just a few minutes of walking in the worst thunderstorm you've experienced in years, you came to the realization that this was a reckless idea. Your emotions had driven you to act impulsively, and now you saw the potential danger not only for yourself but for the idiot following you as well. While you knew Jungkook seemed to have little to no regard for his own life and safety, you cared about him.
Recognizing the need to be level-headed and responsible, you decided to find shelter, a place where both of you could wait out the thunderstorm safely. You understood that even in moments of anger, you needed to prioritize the safety of both of you. You began searching for a suitable place where you could find refuge from the harsh weather.
Ignoring the constant pleas from the man behind to listen to him, you led him to a nearby subway station. The station provided shelter from the heavy rain and the strong winds that accompanied the thunderstorm. Inside, the noise of the rain was muffled, creating a more peaceful atmosphere.
"Babe, I'm so sorry, please talk to me," seeing your silence he continued "I messed up, and I'm really sorry. I should have never gone along with that prank."
"Yes you shouldn't have." you snapped making him jump a little. Taking a deep breath to calm your anger and clear your thoughts, you finally addressed the question that had been gnawing at you. "Who was that woman anyway?"
"Just some girl, she was in the bed beside mine and we got to talking but I swear to god, I did not flirt with her once. When I told her about you she came up with the prank and I should not have gone along with it. I'm sorry."
"I just feel that you can't take anything seriously. It's like everything is a joke to you. How do I know that you'll take me seriously? That you'll take this relationship seriously?"
"No... I know I've been a little childish," watching you raise an eyebrow he corrected himself "A lot childish. But I swear, babe. This is the most serious thing in my life. I've made many mistakes in the past but I swear I'll start redeeming everything. I'll prove how serious I am about us. You are everything for me, baby. Everything. You're it for me. I want to spend my whole life with you, __." The way he said your name sent shivers down your body. The way he looked at your eyes eased your mind a little. "I want to have a future with you. I want to marry you, I want to have a home with you, I want to grow old with you, that's how serious I am. I love you more than anything in this entire world and I'll prove it to you." You only realised that you were crying when he wiped a year from your eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Every word."
"Fine then. Let's go." You held out your and he quickly grabbed it. When you dragged him out of the subway station you realised that the storm had stopped. The universe was on your side for once.
Jungkook did not utter another word the whole way that you led him to your house. The silence was thick when you closed the door behind you. He still didn't know what it meant for you both, your silence did not give him any answer and he was scared to ask.
"I swear to god, Jeon Jungkook" You finally began after the painful silence and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. "If I see you entertaining another women ever again, I'm walking out of your life. And this time it would be for good. I will not come back no matter how much you beg me to." It took him a couple seconds to take in your words.
"Does that mean-"
"Yes. I'm giving you another chance. But you mess it up and I'm dumping your ass." The next thing you know Jungkook is showering your whole face in kisses and he finally let go of the tears. Crying happily as he held you close.
"Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. I will not disappoint you, I promise."
"I hope so too." The both of you stood in the middle of your living room, soaking into each other's warmth.
"Now let me fuck you right." He said, making you yelp as he picked you up all of a sudden and rushed toward your bedroom. Your kisses soon turned heated and desperate. Both of you panting as he started taking off your wet clothes.
You were wet in more ways than one. His kisses traveled down your face along with each piece of garment he removed from you. Lips not sparing a single inch of skin as he spent the whole night showing you how much he loves you.
The next morning your wakeup call was none other than Jungkook's tongue swiping away at your center. You woke up with a gasp when the sun was yet to come out. You glanced down to find the mop of raven hair between your thighs.
"Oh god, koo yes." You moaned out loud when his plump lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking. His hands pushing down on your hips, keeping them from arching up on the bed.
His tongue swiped up from your opening as your juices trickled down to your posterior hole. It was too early for your head to comprehend whatever was happening. Your finger started tugging on his curls when he pulled you close to your orgasm. Agressively lapping at your pussy. The pleasure you felt was tremendous. Too much to handle.
Jungkook ate you out like he had rent to pay and this was his job. His tongue playing with you as you came down from your high screaming his name louder than ever. After pulling two more orgasms from you in the next 15 minutes Jungkook was finally satisfied and he kissed up his way to your lips.
"Jungkook, we had sex like, 7 times last night. It wasn't enough?" You giggled when you felt his hard boner pressing against your ass.
"It's never enough with you. Seven times is nothing, baby," he said as he slowly entered you, pulling out a moan from your lips. "I wanna fuck you seven days a week." He added between his lazy thrusts. "Every hour." He lands a gentle kiss on your lips. "Every minute." Fingers intertwining with your own. "Every second."
Suuuuuch a juicy fic. Like, kinda toxic but so so so fun to read. Had me on the edge of my seat seeing what JK was gonna do next and I'm just a sucker for a Simping Jungkook. He is so sick for casually flirting though, even when he tries to explain that it's harmless. I liked seeing Oc's struggle trying to stay away from him and thought process and it was honestly soooo real. ALSO having the visuals for the Seven mv made this such a fun thing to imagine
An all time favorite story, something I always go back to. This genuinely reads like a book and I always find myself so invested in the characters and the story even though I've read its so many times already. Every time it feels fresh and I always find new things to lvoe about this story.
Author: @yeoldontknow
Creative Content Contributor: @chillingkoo who made this utterly stunning banner for my birthday because she is an angel ;~;
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (oc; female)
Summary: When you’re offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to see you. At all.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: explicit sex; explicit language; angst
Word Count: 10,947 (end me)
Two hours. That’s how long you’ve been standing outside the building, staring at the glass doors as your warped reflection slides in and out of view.
Two hours spent in the warm sunshine, a slight sunburn starting to form on the tip of your nose.
Two hours reminding yourself that this is for your career. Reminding yourself that this choice is not about him, it was never about him. That even if he didn’t work here, you’d still pick this university because it’s the best and it’s the only place your career will thrive.
Two hours telling yourself you’re strong enough to see his face. That one look at his full lips and warm eyes won’t send your knees to the floor, collapsing beneath the weight of your desire, not like it used to.
One of my favorite fics ever, no mater how much time passes I always find myself coming back to this story for a reread. It's just sis so heart clenching AND heart warming. A couple I can really root for.
• Summary: What should have been an easy sleep becomes an ordeal that not even your wildest imagination could have come up with.
• Warnings/themes: sleep paralysis demon!Hobi, swearing, mentions of hooking up, masturbation (f.), voyeurism, oral (f. receiving), sleep paralysis, wet dreams, somnophilia, dom!Hobi, fingering, fingers in mouth, spit, teasing, begging, orgasm denial, biting/marking, face licking, crying, dirty talk, voice kink, Hobi’s growls 🥵, restraining (with hands), cmnf, rough sex, unprotected sex (demons don’t give af lol), overstimulation, creampie, Y/N realizes that something sinister is going down
• Notes: Oh, look, it’s monster fucking time 🤭 Could not wait until Halloween to write about MORE!Hobi being a sleep paralysis demon so here ya go! It’s only a taste of what’s yet to come all the pun intended 😈 Thanks to my wifey @playmetheclassics for betaing yet again even though I ruin her every. Single. TIME. 🙃💍💖💖💖 Crossposted to AO3.
• Song Inspo: Kiss Land - The Weeknd (Spotify | Soundcloud)
Ever since the More mv dropped I’ve been waiting for a story like this, and lemme just say, you DELIVERED. This Hoseok is just so unbelievably hot and I loved how you kept reminding us of that by mentioning his bleached eyebrows or the painted nails, etc. And the way he railed Oc to sleep 🥵 The smut was so extremely hot and I loved having Hoseok’s pov and seeing how excited he was by OC’s eagerness. Also enjoyed how it was kinda dark cause it just fits the aesthetic and theme so well. I’ve joked about how More Hoseok is my sleep paralysis demon, but if this is what that entails, I’m very willing to make it not a joke anymore. Anyways, realllly enjoyed this story, thanks for sharing it with us!!!
summary ↣ you know yoongi loves you. you know he wants to marry you. so why won’t he have sex with you?
pairing ↣ f. reader x fiancé!yoongi
genre ↣ crack, fluff, smut, a bit of angst
word count ↣ 1.1k
warnings ↣ sex talk, depiction of sex therapy, sex therapist!jimin, future smut, yoongi is a little more conservative when it comes to sex (not politically!! he’s just a little shy and private about it), i’m really trying to make this a crack fic so proceed with caution
notes ↣ this is the first part in a smol drabble mini series, i’ll be updating sporadically! see below for more details ☺️ based on the mindy project s2e1.
navigation ↣ part 1｜part 2 (coming soon)
“Let’s do a little exercise. Why don’t you tell me five things you find beautiful about your penis?”
Absolutely love this Drabble! It’s such an interesting concept and I’m really excited to see how it plays out. My favorite line was when Yoongi described sex therapy as a money making scheme then thought, “You and Yoongi are the exception.” Because it just showed a disconnect between what their situation is and how he’s viewing it, maybe because he’s not the one receiving the rejection. And the little moment where Oc reached out for his hand and he instinctually rejected her 🥺 hurt my heart a lil. I’m so interested to learn the root of his physical aversion and I’m v excited to see the continuation of this Drabble series. Thanks for sharing this with us!
❥pairing: virgin!jungkook X experienced!reader // black!reader
❥genre: bestfriends to lovers AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: Jungkook’s tired of you teasing him…
❥!!warnings!!: some implied sexual activity while under the influence of alcohol/tipsy
❥other warnings: dry humping, first time sex, fingering, hickeys, subby and impatient koo ouch💔, koo finds out he has a breeding kink?, unprotected sex (please use protection!), car sex [it’s kinda my thing now lol], LOTS of stuttering, nudity, some oral (fem receiving)
❥notice: none
❥ word count: 4.4k
-inspo: from song Need To Know- Doja Cat✨ I love this song especially the slowed + reverbed version Doja ate this up🙈 this has literally been in the works since the song first came out
-author’s note: I don’t have any writing about virgin JK and kinda wanted to do something a bit like Angel but reversed so😩🤲🏽🤲🏽. A lot of you liked Angel and I even got a message from a sweet reader on my Instagram about it, hope they see this one🥺😭💓💗!!
-Hope you enjoy!💕✨
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With a hesitant fidget in his hand, Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh when he finally squeezes the softness of your left breast through the fabric of your top. He’s positive you can feel how embarrassingly erect he is against your thigh, getting harder when he realizes you weren’t wearing a bra the entire night of your friend date at the brush of your nipple on his thumb. You let out your own sigh into his mouth at how soft he’s handling you, palms burning on his chest to ground yourself.
No, your best friend isn’t planning on losing his V-card in the backseat of his car, so you think. One peck just turned into more pecks and then into a full-blown make out session. It’s always like this when you both let loose a bit too much, when Jungkook fusses about not being able to find the “right one” in the club or party to lose his virginity to… It’s not like leaving with his virginity was a fail, not when he gets the luxury of experimenting with you more instead.
It was like he was a hormonal teenager again: experiencing intense desire and sexual attraction for you all while trying to keep things friendly and civil.
“Y-You’re…” Jungkook suddenly breathes out as if he’s in pain, and you pull back with a concerned look, anxious about doing something wrong or having made the soft, virgin boy uncomfortable.
In the dimness of the car, Jungkook can make out your plump and bitten lips, and you have no idea how hot you look right now. It feels so much more than platonic when you caress the back of his neck with manicured nails, softly asking, “What is it? Did I hurt you…?”
His fluffy hair grazes against your wrist as he shakes his head. “No… you’re—“ he grips your hip in his other hand, “—pushing up on it…”
Jungkook reaches down between you two to adjust himself in his pants as you ponder on what he’s talking about, but the it won’t stay down and ends up right back at your inner thigh. You hadn’t noticed it before. While sitting on his lap, you’ve only been focused on being good for him with the practice kissing. But now your mouth curls into a sick, sinister smirk.
Jungkook ends up stammering over his words, because he can’t believe how humiliating this is. Of course he’s gotten hard many of times thinking about you or being with you, but it’s very shaming having you know about it. His best friend. That he kinda sorta most definitely has feelings for.
“J-Just ignore it.” His face is red.
“You’re hard?” You make note of without a care in the world, shameless as you glance down at the bulge begging for your attention.
Jungkook is frozen underneath you at your curiosity towards his problem, as if you haven’t seen a few. But you just wrap your arms back around his neck and bring yourself closer.
“I don’t know,” you mumble against the mole on his neck, a smile against his skin. “It’s kinda cute that you’re hard for me.” His heart leaps in his chest.
“O-Oh.”
You sit up a little at his passive reaction, thinking you’ve gone too far or something. When he only looks at you, you mutter a “Sorry…” and opt to just get off of his lap as a whole for making it awkward, but he holds you there.
“N-No, no,” he desperately pulls you closer by the waist, not wanting you to go any-fucking-where. “I like when you say things like that to me…”
“Hm, do you?” You slur, and before he can swallow and nod, you tilt his head back, slipping into your role dynamic that’s going to for sure keep him up tonight.
“Y-Yes,” he responds, doe eyes hazing over yours. He wants to have you so bad. So damn bad.
You don’t say anything else as you bring your lips back to his, and Jungkook doesn’t hold back. He makes the kiss sloppy, breathless, throwing moans into your mouth as you start to grind down on the erection in his pants. The guttural sound he lets out is almost barbaric. Your hips keep rolling, the pressure of your cunt nudging against the mushroom head in his jeans is more stimulating than when you humped his thigh. He’s shaking.
“Koo~” you let yourself moan just as much as him and rock against the erection at a different angle. His head leans into your collarbone, big hands guiding you back and forth, up and down on his lap. You can’t hold in your sounds, and it’s making Jungkook confident in how you’re enjoying him. Your wetness seeping through his jeans only brings him closer to the edge.
“You’re d-driving me crazy, ________,” he stutters in between moans and the shallow nips to your neck. He’s zeroing in on how close you are, how he can pull himself out easily, beg you to ride him. He’ll let you take his innocence if only you’d just ask. It doesn’t matter to him anymore. What you feel like wrapped around his cock is all he’s been craving.
“I want it,” he whines desperately into the kiss on your mouth. It’s needy, and he’s pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth, panting as he grips the smooth flesh of your thighs underneath your skirt. “P-Please, please.”
The swell of him on your clit and his whimpers have you gasping, and it’s no where near enough… But you can’t. And you won’t. Not to your best friend. Not to Koo.
“We should stop…” you mumble to him as you pause your movement. You’re also sticky and wet and yearning for what’s in his pants, but you ignore it. “You should’ve went with that blondie that was all over you… She was cute.”
Jungkook wants to cry like a big baby as you start to remove your warm body off of his legs. He has a painful hard-on as solid as a rock, but the fact that you won’t give him what he so badly wants hurts worse. You always run away before things can go too far, and Jungkook wants to give you something so amazing no matter how clueless he is on the woman body and sex.
So he grips your hips, hard. His stubby nail beds dig into your skin. “Please, ________,” he begs softly. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
He’s serious.
You sit yourself back down on his lap. You have a curious look on your cute face, doll eyes waiting for his lips to move in clarification.
“You keep teasing me…” He doesn’t know if his heart is pounding in fear of rejection or at the words he says next that have never left his mouth before: “I wanna fuck you so bad, ________…”
You suck in an intense breath and adjust yourself awkwardly on his lap. Was that too direct?
“Koo,” you start with a nervous sigh. “You know we can’t.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightens along with the hold on your hips. He’s tired of having this conversation. “Because I’m a virgin?”
You glance back and forth between his eyes to figure out if he’s still being genuine. “Yes… that’s the sole reason, Koo.”
He huffs. “I don’t care how I lose it.” Did you not think about the fact that he’s been actively looking to get rid of it? Well, sort of… He’s never been interested in actually having sex with the random women who hit on him.
“Jungkook,” you sigh again, and the use of his government name is unsettling. “Maybe you only want to have sex with me because you know I’m not as innocent or something? You’re just thinking with your dick, and I’m just trying to help you not.”
Was Jungkook only thinking with his cock? No… The thought of having sex with you has occupied his mind too many times, but he doesn’t see you as someone easy to pounce on because of your popular hoe status. He now assumes you expect him to be a bad lay since he’s inexperienced. You throw the fact that he is a virgin in his face a lot, so it makes sense. Why would you want to be his first when he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing?
“I know what I want,” Jungkook mumbles, face flushing as he face-plants into your chest in embarrassment. “I want you.”
Your best friend’s hands tightly gripping your bare skin teases you with the thought of how skilled they are in drawing, playing the guitar, gaming… There’s not a doubt in your mind that those dexterous fingers could do wonders. And the cock you’re sitting on is bigger than most you’ve had. You already knew that from the many times it’d press up against you during cuddles, but that was easy to ignore since it was a natural reaction. Now he’s begging to put it in you, and it’s much more real.
You’ve noticed that your virgin, male bestie has always looked fuckable amongst his shy and timid persona, and right now you can feel all those hard grooves of his stomach muscles and the broadness of his shoulders, the way he’s clinging on to your body...
There’s this sudden urge in your chest to wreck him in the sweetest way.
“Well…” You tilt his chin up from your bust with your nail and bring your lips close to his. You don’t want to expose your eagerness, but you are so down for him. “I’ve never had virgin cock before, so you should make it worth my time.”
Jungkook visibly gulps, and you hope for a second that you scared him away. But he’s competitive and not one to back down from anything. “O-Okay.”
That wasn’t so hard, but for a second he forgot that he was asking for sex. Something he wasn’t too educated on. But he’ll do his best to please you. His approach: do what feels right.
You take the initiative, however, but Jungkook likes that, because you move one of his hands back to your chest and kiss him, continuing from earlier like nothing was said. The other hand is brought further up your inner thigh, and Jungkook breathes out a desperate whimper at all the dampness there. Were you usually aroused during these backseat endeavors? That’s what it meant, right? That you were sexually excited for him?
“Please, Koo,” you exhale, and then does he realize that you’re grinding on him again, towards his fingers this time.
Oh. You want them.
Jungkook strokes you anxiously as he slides the hand underneath your skirt higher. Just a slight movement, and he’s brushing against drenched material. He finds it fascinating that women can get this wet. Or is it only you.
As Jungkook rubs over your cunt, he’s relishing in the little noises you’re making. He’s positive he should be looking for two spots, but you seem to be enjoying this as is. Your pleasure-filled face has him throbbing so much.
“U-Uhm…?” He murmurs with a blush at how his fingers start searching around. Shouldn’t they be deeper?
You shake your head and move his fingers higher to what feels like a small, hardened nub. At least he has an idea of what this is. “Here first, Koo.”
You press his thumb there and demonstrate a circular motion, moving your hand away when he gets the amount of pressure to apply right. You buck up into his palm with his slow circling, glossy lips connecting with his neck as you cuss. Somehow, this is getting to you more than the rough and quick sex you often have.
Then your best friend has the nerve to ask:
“D-Does it feel good?” in his soft and caring voice like you’re not ruining his fingers and the material of his jeans.
You nod with a bite of your lip, a clench of the hair at the back of his neck. “Y-Yes, it does. You’re doing so good, Koo…”
The reminder of how hard he is against your thigh makes you rush him so that he can get his pleasure. You can skip the actual fingering.
“I’m gonna take this off,” you say before you grab the hem of your top and pull it over your head. It plops on the floor of the backseat, and you look back at Jungkook who’s staring. Poor boy has never seen a nude body so up close.
He reaches to grab your left breast but glances up as if to ask for permission first. You nod and lean in closer, wiggling a bit to enchant him. He grabs them with both hands, whining in the back of his throat as he fondles the brown peaks in admiration. He looks intrigued.
“I-I…” he starts, swallowing sheepishly. “I think I’m gonna cum before we…”
“Yeah?” You question with a kiss to his cheek. “Before you get to fuck me?”
His palms squeeze your chest harder at being denied that. “N-No. I won’t, I won’t.”
Jungkook is so about to cream his jeans when you smirk at him, but he forces himself not to as you slide off of his lap and onto the backseat. “I don’t care if you cum early,” you say as you slip off your skirt and lie back on the seat in just your underwear. “It’s normal.”
Jungkook nods, not surprised but happy that you won’t judge him if he does. “O-Okay.”
You blink at him with your mink lashes and grin. “Do you want to take them off?”
Your hands fall to your simple, cotton panties. They have a lace trim to them and a wet spot that Jungkook wants to lick. “Y-Yes.”
You remove your hands so that Jungkook’s can replace them. He tries not to think too hard about your sultry gaze or your acrylic nail between your teeth as he grabs them and peels them off. You lift and move your legs around to help him, saying that he can keep them.
The thought of what he’d do to your underwear is pushed to the side as you tuck your legs and spread them. Jungkook stops and his mouth falls open. You giggle at his dumbfounded expression, expecting to see drool. You wonder why you had never messed with the virgin boy earlier if you were going to get this reaction.
“It’s just a pussy, Koo.”
It’s not. It’s the first pussy he’s going to get and the only pussy he’s fantasized of having throughout all of his late teenage and college years. It’s much more important than you’re making it out to be.
You’re just as beautiful as he imagined, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. This needs to be ingrained into his mind forever.
“________,” he mumbles your name, a sigh breathed into the darkness. You can see the longing hunger on his face with the help of the light pole across the street of his complex beaming through the car window.
“Koo,” you say lowly back, reaching for his pants. Before you undo the button and zipper, you ask, “Are you sure?” He nods feverishly, and you make quick work to get him out.
You’re met with a gorgeous, stiff cock adorned with a dusky, mauve tip. He clearly manscapes as carefully as possible, something new you haven’t seen from your past fucks. Cute face, hot body, and a nice, big dick? The whole package. This is going to feel like your first time, too.
You tell Jungkook that his cock is pretty as you stroke soft moans out of him. You move your hand away so that he can pull off his shirt and jeans, and you gawk at the muscled arms, thighs, and abdomen. Not the “typical” body type of a virgin, but you’re not complaining.
“D-Do I just… put it in?” He questions, gripping the base of his shaft shyly.
“Yes,” you look up from the mass of him, “But slowly, please.”
He nods with a nervous gulp and bends down over your body on the backseat. You extend your legs wider than his so that your knees are pressed to your torso. Jungkook’s still sitting confused though while he glances over your nudity. Preventing himself from ever watching more than one porn video has really doomed him. But you have no problem being his guide and showing him what to do.
“Put it right—“ you swipe your tongue over your fingers, bring them down to your wet pussy, and spread your glistening entrance for him. “—here.”
Pre-cum oozes on your thigh.
Oh, fuck. Jungkook can already feel himself about to cum from your offering. Sticking his dick in there sounds like willingly giving his soul away.
“Koo?”
You’re waiting there with yourself all ready for him, so he snaps out of his daze quickly because he’d be damned to miss this opportunity.
“Can I go in naked…?” He’s being greedy but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have a condom on hand anyways.
You giggle. “You mean raw? For your first time?” His eyes cannot hide the desire he has for you as he nods again. You can’t bring yourself to tell him no, though, because you want to feel every ridge of his cock inside you. “Okay,” you agree. “It’s my first time like this, too, so…”
Oh.
Ohh.
You really shouldn’t have told him that. He’s been accepted that he wasn’t your first when he wanted to be, but knowing he can still share something like this with you and be your first in this way is so thrilling.
Jungkook has to ignore his heart racing in his chest and ears so that he isn’t too shaky as he brings his dick closer to your cunt. He thinks he won’t fit in the tiny hole you’re displaying to him. Won’t it hurt? Jungkook misses the chance to push inside you due to his awkward aiming, instead slipping between your folds. There’s a synchronous moan from the both of you as your sticky arousal coats him. He accidentally bumps your clit, too, and you impatiently grab him.
You rub the head through your lips a few times before directing him lower and urging him to put it where it goes. Jungkook’s sweating as he moves a hand to one of your thighs and the other back to his cock. He grips you hard, angles his hips, and slowly thrusts in. Your pussy spreads beautifully around his member to accommodate him, and he’s obsessed. Just like that.
You drop your fingers from his shaft to your nub and start circling it to help ease the pain, eyes flickering closed. He can feel every clench and tightening of your core, every straining movement to suck him in deeper. His eyes are rolling back, his body is on edge, and his cock is swelling because of this treasure you possess between your legs. You just feel so fucking good.
You make a whimper about how he’s filling you up so well, and Jungkook’s head falls back as he gasps. You’re warm and soaking and gripping onto him as if you’re trapping him, never wanting to let him go. He’s trying his hardest to control himself and not thrust into you like a madman, but he reaches a stopping point inside you, and has to know how it feels pulling out.
He stops breathing as he starts moving his hips back, noticing you’re just as focused on the scenery, too. All Jungkook does is glance down at where you two are connected, sees the wet coating you’ve left all over his cock with that single thrust, and cums inside you right then and there. His moan is loud and whiny as he shoots his load, his body folding in on top of yours, face pressing into your neck in embarrassment.
He expects you to still be mad even after you said you wouldn’t be, but all he hears are your own moans, your pussy gripping him tighter and gladly accepting his early orgasm. Jungkook’s heaving into your skin like he just ran a marathon, and you’re smirking to yourself about how he couldn’t last longer than one stroke.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ he sighs, mentally beating himself up about nutting in you like that without self-control.
“Koo,” you caress his broad back in reassurance. “It’s fine. I’m on the shot, and I can go get a Plan B for more backup.”
Having your best friend’s cum in you wasn’t on the schedule for tonight, but you didn’t mind it. You’d do anything to help him if he was serious, and if it was losing his virginity to you, then so be it. You’d gotten your own fill out of it, even though you didn’t orgasm.
“I’ll buy it for you,” he says as he lifts his head. His arms are wobbly from his ‘first sex’ climax, but he manages to hold himself back up. His soft hair brushes your face when he looks down at your joined body parts. He decides on pulling out as to not embarrass himself more and is able to get most of his shaft removed.
You scratch the skin of his shoulders as the mushroom head pops out, and, without the pressure of him plugging you, his thick seed spills down your entrance and over the tip of his dick. The moan you cry out is seductive and tempting, and it really sets him off.
Jungkook is amazed at the view, you moaning in pleasure beneath him with his cum flowing out of you… He realizes he wants to fuck it back into you as deep as he can to keep it there, to claim you in this way first.
“Koo, what are you—“ your words are cut off when Jungkook pushes your thighs tighter to your stomach.
“More, p-please,” he begs with a brush of his mouth against your lips, fitting himself back between your legs, hands planting firmly on the seat beside your head. His face is damp with perspiration and redness as he drags his cock between your messy folds again.
Your spine arches off the seat when he thrusts back in without warning. He drops his head to your shoulder, and your hands naturally grip around his neck. You force your eyes shut at how fast he starts stroking. “W-What the fuck—fuck!—Jung— ah!”
It’s your turn to be shocked.
Jungkook pounds you hard. He’s using his hips like he’s supposed to and as if it’s second nature to him. There’s grinding and massaging as he chases another orgasm with his relentless fucking. You’re positive that the car is rocking.
He’s grunting out of breath in your ear while he exerts himself to fuck you. Your legs become taut and lock up at the stimulation, but you hold him close, no matter how pleasurably painful it is that he’s hitting your cervix. Two minutes more, he starts welting the back of your thigh up and throbbing inside you with longer strokes like he’s going to orgasm again. Your pussy squeezes onto him for dear life.
“A-Are you gonna…?” He questions, pulling away to look at you in full. His hair is matted to his forehead in sweaty curls, pupils blown out. “P-Please cum,” he touches his nose to yours. “Need to know what you look like cumming for me…”
Your cunt squeezes him tighter.
“I-I am,” you whine with tears in your eyes. “Rub me?”
Jungkook gets the memo to touch your clit, remembering how you showed him minutes ago. He goes faster than before, mix-matching his pace with his slow fucking. He makes sure he watches you, too, lip between his teeth while he analyzes your face as you cum all over his dick.
He fucking stares. Admires how your lips part, the way your whimpers and gasps sound, how hard you grab him to ground yourself… Your pussy gushing around him, still sucking him in. There’s accidental dark hickeys he left on the side of your neck, too, that proves evidence of what he’s done with you.
But what makes him cum again is the eye contact you keep with him while you scream his name over and over.
Koo.
Your sweet, little, nerdy best friend just gave you the best sex you’ve ever had, while being a former virgin. He can’t believe he made you feel like that, lose yourself like that. You can’t either. You stare up at him in utter disbelief and with a heaving chest. You even look him up and down, trying to see if this is the same man you’ve known for so long.
“That’s…” he says almost too quietly for you to hear. “What I’ve wanted to do to you for the past few years, ________.”
Your face is blazing hot as he bends down to kiss you like no tomorrow, fingers rubbing over your pussy all lovingly while he keeps himself inside. You’re hesitant to kiss him back, wondering if he’s being affectionate because of his loss of virginity or his possible feelings towards you.
Fuck. Why did you go too far this time? Now he’s vulnerable and doesn’t know what he really wants.
“Koo—“ you say, reaching for his face and trying to sit up, but he has you pinned.
You try to conceal your moan when he mumbles, “Not done” and starts kissing down your collarbone and chest like he can’t get enough of you. You have no other choice but to lie back and enjoy the attention, for your entire being lifted when he dove tongue first into your pussy and you physically couldn’t move.
It’s his eagerness and how he keeps watching you to make sure you‘re enjoying it that brings you to your breaking point. You don’t want to believe that your best friend was a virgin half an hour ago when he makes you squirt for your final orgasm.
You sigh at how shaky he is when you hug him and kiss his cheek after he helps you out of the backseat. His eyes are unsure and big instead of sharp and passionate. He’s nervous.
“P-Please still stay for movie night,” Jungkook whispers and hugs your waist tight. “I-I won’t touch you if y-you don’t want— We don’t have to cuddle…”
You grab him by the bicep and start the ascent up the stairs to his apartment. What was he on? “Oh, no,” you cock your eyebrows back at him. “You better touch me on the couch while we’re cuddling, Koo.”
Your best friend had no idea what he was in for with you, especially after what he pulled just moments before.
“M-My roommate’s home,” Jungkook bites his lip, intertwining your hands instead.
This was so damn good 😭 Genuinely, just unbelievably hot. I feel like you set the story up really well, with enough background info and context to make the story make sense. Because of that it was excited to see how desperate for Oc Jk is, and how eager he was please her. I also really like how we were able to get both of their perspectives, and get insight into jk’s crush as well as how she felt about taking his virginity. Really really enjoyed this story 🥵, thanks for sharing it with us
So, it just came to me that despite me having reread this waaaay to many times to count, and interacting on your actual page, I’ve never really commented much on the story itself and I figured it’s time that changes!!!
Before even getting into the meat of the story, I want to start by saying that I LOVE interacting with your content and seeing all the other interactions on your page (about the story as well as non related topics). It really feels like you’ve managed to build a little community that’s just fully invested in you and your story. When the patreon was around I was a subscriber and I absolutely loved the podcasts and being able to hear your process (esp as a non-writer myself), and your passion for writing and towards BTS is so clear and i think that’s part of what makes this story so engaging and the audience so invested. So, now onto the actual story. I absolutely ADORE Void. I’ve been reading, rereading, and keeping up with it since about 2019 and it’s a story that has just always brought me great joy to read, no matter where in the story we are. I’m so in love with this story that I give it often rereads, and I can never just read one or two chapters, nono, I’ll sit in my bed and invest god knows how long into rereading ALL 7 (and a half chapters) as well as the drabbles. When the patreon was around I would even go looking for spoilers (the one where you had written all of their problems and motivations will never leave my brain!!). And I feel like each reread, I notice something new which always keeps me on my toes. One thing I really love is how each member/character is so different from each other and stands alone well as a fleshed out character. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to have to keep track of all 7 personalities as they’re all big roles in this story, and they don’t really fall into the typical typecasts we tend to see for each member (not that those are an issue). Also, there’s enough backstory for the Oc to give context and make her a fully fledged character, while also keeping the y/n aspect and allowing her to be immersive in a way. I love following her dynamics with all the members, and seeing all the subtle moments that I assume will be built into each of their arcs at some point. Moments like when Hobi tried to comfort her by putting his hand on her knee, but her confusion made him stop, are things that stay with me and allow me a glimpse into each characters brain and see how it affects their interactions. Also, as the story develops we can see how each members begins interacting with Oc differently and it’s just so interesting to try to figure out their motivations and thoughts towards the situation. I could go on and on about this story, so I just want to stop here and say that I truly love this story and thank you for all that you’ve put into it.
Yesterday, I wrote about a post about the whitewashing that can happen in BTS fanfics and why we need POC writers in general - and in the BTS fandom. Today, I have a post with more than 60 BTS fanfic authors of color. Shout out to the Possums, my various contacts, and my other moots for their help.
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The beauty of such a large and diverse BTS fandom is that there are so many talented ARMY authors in our fanfic communities. As I mentioned in my post about how whitewashed BTS fanfics can be, I get especially happy when I come across fellow POC writers. Thanks to my own reading and networks of BTS friends and writers, I’ve compiled a list of BTS fanfic writers of color as a jumping off point to explore more POC authors and content creators.
If you are a writer of color and I did not include you (or didn’t rec a fic of yours), it’s nothing personal. Sometimes, I don’t know if writers identify as POC or I just haven’t come across your fics yet. Feel free to comment with your handles and a fic to check out and I will try to add you or update when I get a chance (and if I don’t, at least it will be in the comments once the comment itself is approved or moderated).
Yesterday, I wrote about a post about the whitewashing that can happen in BTS fanfics and why we need POC writers in general - and in the BTS fandom. Today, I have a post with more than 60 BTS fanfic authors of color. Shout out to the Possums, @bangtanbathhouse-main, and my other moots for their help.
Please share and support these writers!
Please do not repost and only reblog. This post took over 6 hours to collate.
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The beauty of such a large and diverse BTS fandom is that there are so many talented ARMY authors in our fanfic communities. As I mentioned in my post about how whitewashed BTS fanfics can be, I get especially happy when I come across fellow POC writers. Thanks to my own reading and networks of BTS friends and writers, I’ve compiled a list of BTS fanfic writers of color as a jumping off point to explore more POC authors and content creators.
If you are a writer of color and I did not include you (or didn’t rec a fic of yours), it’s nothing personal. Sometimes, I don’t know if writers identify as POC or I just haven’t come across your fics yet. Feel free to comment with your handles and a fic to check out and I will try to add you or update when I get a chance (and if I don’t, at least it will be in the comments once the comment itself is approved or moderated).
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After your encounter with Minho, you choose Good Guy and decide to meet him at the Cupid's Christmas event.
⤑ word count: 18.9k
⤑ genre: non-idol!au, enemies to lovers, mutual (sort of) pining, angst, smut, fluff
⤑ pairing: lee know x reader
⤑ warnings: explicit content, smut [intercourse, oral (m. and f. receiving), multiple orgasms]
⤑ a/n: thank you all for the support with this story and @joyfulhopelox for putting up with me while i was writing it ♡
⤑ rating: 18+
⤑ posting schedule: pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4
Saturday, Dec 18th
Saturday was the first day you felt okay enough to leave the house after Thursday night took an unexpected turn. Was it that unexpected? You weren’t even sure why you were so hung up on going and talking to Minho, but it happened. You took a double shift on Saturday, chatted with Good Guy in the morning, and went to work, forcing yourself to be social to get out of your own head.
The thing was, you lived on your own because you had to move from home to attend university. So, when you were home alone, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about things you didn’t want to be thinking about, like having sex with Minho and the fact that you ditched classes on Friday so you wouldn’t run into him.
The thought of having to sit so close to him after everything was terrifying and awkward and you just couldn’t get yourself to do it, so you stayed home all day and wallowed in self-pity. Eun-ah called, asking for details, and you tried to keep it as tame as possible. She thought that you two hooking up was a great thing if it would help you figure out what you really wanted, but you just didn’t feel the same way.
It felt like you’d just walked out on Minho, but it was for the best. You couldn’t even face the guy in class, let alone date him. Maybe it was the drinks or something, but you couldn’t believe you told Minho not to kiss you or be nice to you while you were having sex. Just remembering that made you feel embarrassed. What kind of a person does that, and then just walks out once it’s done? You were aware of your awkwardness, but this really took the cake.
As if that wasn’t enough, Good Guy hadn’t texted that morning, the first time in almost a month, which you found strange. The truth was, you didn’t text him either because you were too busy worrying about your actions the previous night. Texting him was the last thing on your mind after you woke up and realized that last night did indeed happen and that you had sex with Minho.
You texted that afternoon though, worried about messing that up as well, and Good Guy apologized for not being the first one to say hi.
Good Guy: i got too drunk last night so my day went by in a hurry 😬 sorry!
Good Guy: how are you? had fun last night?
You: similar to yours, i think 😅
What a lie. Good Guy got drunk, but he surely didn’t fuck someone he’s been bickering with for years. That was just you. Still, you couldn’t exactly tell him that.
You: i had an ok time but i’m getting too old for parties, think
Good Guy: me too! we would have had a better time going to the fair together then 😉
You: maybe next time!
However, one day of self-pity was enough, so you went to work on Saturday, hoping that being around people would help you deal with it better. If anything, it would at least stop you from focusing on Minho and Minho alone.
Of course, life had different plans for pathetic losers who tried running from the consequences of their actions, so after lunchtime, a group of guys walked into the coffee shop. The very instant you heard them speak, you recognized Minho’s voice. A second later, you spotted him with Hyunjin and Seungmin, walking over to a table and sitting down.
It wasn’t surprising to see him there at all, but you usually paid no attention to him, and Minho didn’t seem to notice you there, either. You never waited his table, and he never said hi anyway, which was just further proof of him exaggerating this whole crush he claimed to have on you.
It was your turn to serve tables and your colleague’s turn to make the drinks, but it was time to beg, so you did. In the end, Iseul agreed to serve the three guys once you explained you had kind of a history with one of them. There was no way you were going to give any details of the embarrassing story between you two.
You noticed Minho turning around to check where you were, but you turned to face the coffee machine and hoped he wouldn’t wave or call your name or anything like that.
They stayed at the coffee place for an hour, and you tried your hardest not to even look at them. Iseul was there to refill their drinks and bring them anything they wanted, so it went well until it was time to leave. Seungmin and Hyunjin walked past the bar first while you tried to pretend you were too busy unloading the dishwasher to even notice them, but when they said bye to you directly, you had no choice but to look up and greet them too, just in time to notice Minho waiting by the bar.
Since Iseul was too busy cleaning up their table, she couldn’t come serve Minho, so you had to be professional and walk over to the register and check if he wanted anything.
“Hey, can I help you?” you asked in the fakest customer service voice ever and hoped he wouldn’t mention anything personal. Not here, not today.
“I just came over to say hi to you,” Minho smiled uncomfortably before looking around. “You didn’t come to class so I wanted to see if you were okay.”
“I’m great,” you nodded, clearing your throat. “If you don’t need anything, I’ll go back to work.”
“I’m sorry,” he breathed the words out with a frown. “I’m not sure what I did wrong, but it has to be something, right?” The chuckle made it sound like he was frustrated with himself. “It was the last class of the semester, so we won’t, uh, have classes together anymore… I wanted to see you before the break.”
Minho was right, yesterday was your last class of the semester, at least one shared with him, which meant you wouldn’t have to see him during the break. After that, you’d start a new semester, and who knew how many classes you’d have with him. In case the class wasn’t full, you wouldn’t have to sit next to him at all.
“Minho, I’m… At work, so I really can’t talk about this,” you stuck your tongue out to wet your lips, feeling bad about turning him down. But, the alternative was to stand there at your job and discuss everything with him, which just wasn’t an option. “Now’s not a good time.”
Minho gulped loudly before opening his mouth to say something, but words simply didn’t seem to be coming. Instead, he just sighed loudly and looked away, clearly disappointed. “Okay. I’m really sorry if I said or did something to upset you. I said I know how to take no for an answer, so I’ll be taking it from now on. Thank you. Sorry.”
With that, he turned around and followed his friends outside. When he greeted them, you saw Hyunjin frown and Seungmin pat his shoulder, so you guessed they knew what happened too. Great, did the entire class know too? Seeing Minho walk away from the coffee shop with hunched shoulders made you feel bad for him, for some reason. Were you being too harsh on him? It wasn’t exactly his fault, nothing was.
He did suggest giving it a try to see if there was chemistry, but you could have said no, right? You didn’t have to go through with any of it, let alone sleep with the guy, especially if you weren’t sure about what you wanted. First, you walked out on him, then you bailed on the class altogether, and now you told Minho you didn’t want to talk about it. What else was he supposed to do?
Maybe it was for the best, though. You two didn’t even have each other’s numbers, let alone social media. You knew next to nothing about each other, and that worked for you for years. During the last couple of months, things changed somehow, but it was a temporary thing.
All this talk about dating and the thing with Good Guy clearly messed with your decision-making and made you see things that just weren’t there. Sleeping with Minho was fun and exciting, you had to give him that, but it didn’t mean you’d make a good couple or even get along. It just meant you could sleep together and have fun, and that was something you could have with other guys, too.
Friday, Dec 24th — the night of the Cupid’s Christmas party
The week after Minho paid you a visit at work was the longest one you’ve had. You talked to Good Guy morning and evening, but even that wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. It seemed like you two were both equally cold somehow, which was weird considering you were getting along so well. But, things changed after Good Guy mentioned Minho, and you changed because of all the things that happened between you and him in the meantime. It wasn’t Good Guy’s fault. He didn’t know a thing about it, and maybe that was for the better.
What was most annoying was that you and Good Guy actually had real chemistry, over text at least, and there was a chance you could work. After all, Eun-ah knew you both and she thought you’d be a perfect match. And, you let that all suffer because you wanted to play games with Lee Minho, of all people, and for what? You guys didn’t even talk. You’d see him at the Christmas party, if you decided to show up, and then next semester if the stars aligned that way, which was improbable. You had at least one class together since the beginning of college, which was too suspicious, and that had to end someday. So, you wouldn’t be seeing Minho much.
That was basically the summary of your thoughts on Minho and Good Guy and the entire situation that plagued your mind all week at work. You asked for double shifts whenever possible to spend as much time as possible around people. When you weren’t working, you were with friends, anywhere but home alone. You couldn’t go see your parents these holidays, mostly because it was expensive, but also because you signed up for a volunteering event to feed the homeless around New Year’s with Eun-ah, and you really wanted to help others when you clearly weren’t capable of helping yourself.
All the thinking didn’t do you much good, but in the end, you decided to text Good Guy and let him know you would be coming to the party after all. You two had talked about it before, but the week before the party, neither one of you even mentioned it. You talked about his hobbies and life, and your work and plans for volunteering, steering clear from topics that had to do with the two of you as a thing, together.
On top of that, you wanted him to know who you are. It was now or never, and you wanted to know if you managed to fuck this up as well for yourself. Sending personal information was a huge deal for you, but it was either that or not getting to meet Good Guy at all.
You: oh and here’s a link to my insta so you know who i am, in case it helps you decide whether to reveal your identity too 😊
Surprisingly, Good Guy didn’t respond, which rarely happened. It wasn’t that he always responded to your texts immediately, but you never had to wait longer than an hour when you were the first one to text. If you were already texting, he’d take five minutes tops to respond, so this was strange, but then again, he had every right to ghost you.
That was the whole point of Cupid’s Christmas—you got to choose whether to meet the person or not. If Good Guy didn’t want to meet, he could just ghost you, and that would be the end of it. Still, you had a feeling he wasn’t that type of guy, that he’d at least have the decency to tell you he was not interested in meeting you or something.
You were holding on to hope that Good Guy would end up responding, but even if he didn’t, you’d be going to the party. There was just no way you were going to say home alone and feel bad about yourself after everything. Besides, Eun-ah wanted you to come, saying that there’d be other people who wouldn’t be meeting their texting partner today. In other words, you weren’t going to be the only loser out there. Surprisingly, that made you feel better.
After all, you really weren’t the type of person who measured her quality of life based on whether she had a love interest or not. Because of this, you used the afternoon to relax and get ready, including taking a long bath while sipping on wine and listening to calming music, doing your nails and makeup, and taking an hour to decide on the best outfit.
During all of this, you managed to miss Good Guy’s texts, but when you did see them, your heart raced faster.
Good Guy: sorry! i’ve been busy today with my family, cats, and getting stuff ready for christmas
Good Guy: i think you’re probably the most gorgeous girl i’ve ever seen and i’m not just saying that
Good Guy: but you’ll scoff and won’t believe it anyway, right? 💀
Good Guy: anyway, i’ll find you at the party! i have to run! 😘
Since there were no rules on how and when exactly you were going to reveal your identities to each other, you didn’t find anything weird about Good Guy not sending you a picture. In fact, you didn’t want to feel weird about it. You had to put some trust into others, after all. Otherwise, you’d never meet anyone decent. Besides, the dude was charming over texts, so you were sure he’d be just as charming in real life, too.
You just hoped he’d be able to recognize you since the place was packed from the second you showed up. Hyunjin walked up to you as soon as he noticed you and gave you a warm hug, and for a second, your heart stopped because you got scared Hyunjin was Good Guy. You couldn’t do that to Minho, even if he was who he was, and especially not after everything that’s happened. Dating his friend was out of the question. Besides, you were sure if Hyunjin was Good Guy, he wouldn’t be excited to find out you fucked Minho.
The truth was, you only started to worry about it when it was close to midnight and there was no sign of Good Guy. Not a text, not a call, and no one in sight who was even looking at you, which made you think he bailed on you. You didn’t even notice Minho, which was weird, because you were certain he said he was a part of the Cupid’s Christmas event and that he’d be coming. Did his date bail out on him, too? Or did he just not want to run into you since you treated him badly?
Would Good Guy really bail on you? Maybe he thought you weren’t as reliable, which, to be honest, you were thinking about yourself right about then. You’d just slept with Minho the other week as if that was a normal thing to do. You hated the guy for years, then fucked him to see if there’s chemistry. Who does that? Thoughts of this kind consumed you for most of the night.
A lot of the people at the party were already in pairs, so you realized that Eun-ah’s plan had worked and that some people hit it off. However, there were still a lot of people there who were hanging out in groups or with a friend, so that told you you weren’t the only loser there, at least. Good Guy could be anyone if he was even there.
Instead of focusing on how pathetic you felt, you found Eun-ah and her blind date, Sebastian, and hung around them. They seemed to be in a talkative mood and you didn’t feel like you were being a cockblock.
“Talked to Good Guy?” Eun-ah asked after a conversation about Sebastian, where you basically asked a lot about him to get a general vibe. He seemed like a genuine guy who was into Eun-ah, so you were happy for them. She seemed excited to have him there and introduce him to her friends, so things seemed to be going well for the pair.
“Is he here?” you asked, to which she grimaced. You couldn’t help yourself—you wanted to know if you got ditched without an explanation.
“I… I can’t tell you that,” Eun-ah said with a sigh, but her face told you she was worried about it too. Did she think he’d reveal his identity, too? “The night’s not over yet, so I don’t want to ruin anything he may have planned. We can talk about it tomorrow, though?”
“Sure,” you nodded. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you two to it and just get drunk.”
“Slow down,” Eun-ah shot you a glare, which you remembered exactly an hour later when you started to feel the alcohol hit.
At that point, you were dancing with the couple of friends Eun-ah and you had in common, which made you feel like less of a loser for not having a date that night. By that time, people were dancing in couples, and you guessed a lot of them didn’t meet through the blind dating thing because you hadn’t seen them even talk earlier.
However, the house was huge, and music was being played in two rooms, which Eun-ah did her best to clean out so nobody ruined some of her family’s prized possessions. You didn’t know what was going on in the other room, but this room was keen on having fun and dancing, so you joined in with your friends.
That’s when you noticed Minho and Hyunjin making their entrance by dancing tango into the crowd, both almost crying laughing, which told you they were drunk. Seeing Minho stung a little bit, but you couldn’t explain the feeling to yourself. Why would seeing him make you feel that way? You’d see him three times a week in class if you ended up signing up for the same one again, and you’d get tired of it the very first week, wishing you didn’t have to sit near him.
Instead of going over and saying hi to the man who’d just done some nasty things to you in a closet, you kept dancing with friends and thinking about the music. When you were drunk, you could lose focus quickly, which is exactly what you wanted at that very moment.
No thinking about Minho, no thinking about Good Guy, and most of all, no thinking about how you managed to screw things up with not one, but two men who seemed to like you just last week. Were you really that undateable? Maybe it was time for you to get on that show about undateable people. Considering your luck, they’d probably hook you up with that asshole colleague of yours.
And then, somehow, Hyunjin and Minho were dancing with your group of friends, guys and girls alike, and of course, everyone thought they were entertaining. Even Seoyun—who really hated most men and everything they had to offer—did the boogie with them and laughed. And then, Minho was right in front of you, dancing, offering you his hand so you two could dance the same way he’d danced with almost all of your friends just then. If you said no, it would have been really strange. People would notice and ask what’s up, and you wanted none of the attention on you, so you danced, trying hard not to look at him, but it was difficult.
After a while, Minho said your name which made you look at him, even though unwillingly. “Yeah?”
“We should talk,” he suggested with a pleading look on his face, not taking his eyes off of you. He looked even better than you remembered, his scent just as enticing.
“You seem drunk, Minho,” was the best you could come up with as your heart raced.
Minho chuckled, looking to the side, but he didn’t seem to be in a playful mood at all. “I’m not gonna lie, I am. I’d just like to talk to you.”
“So you had to get drunk for that?”
“Yes,” he scratched the back of his head and slowed his movements down.
“Okay, let’s hear it then.”
Instead of saying what he had to say there, Minho grabbed your hand and led the way to the adjacent room, which seemed a lot quieter. Then, he stopped and turned around, looking strange. Usually, he’d smirk and make a comment about you, but not this time.
“I broke the rule of the Cupid’s thing,” he informed you of something that was none of your business.
“How?”
Minho pulled his phone out of his back pocket and stayed on it for a second, which is when your phone started ringing, and you knew what name would flash across your screen without even having to check, but you did so anyway.
Incoming call: Good Guy
The initial shock wasn’t wearing off as you watched the nickname on your screen. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Shitting?” Minho feigned surprise and then chuckled, but faintly. “Your highne—”
You were sure he was about to say something stupid about you swearing, but he seemed to stop himself mid-sentence when he saw the way you were looking at him. Really? Minho was Good Guy? “What the fuck?”
“I didn’t know when I got your number,” Minho raised both hands and leaned his head towards you, giving you a slight nod, as if that was going to reassure you. There was no way he didn’t know.
“Really?” you glared at him, wrapping your hands around yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. He was the guy you’d been texting for weeks now, the guy you thought you had a real chance with.
“Yeah,” Minho nodded a couple of times, “and only because I lost my phone last year and lost all contacts, including yours, with it.”
“Mine?” you were genuinely confused as to how Minho would ever get your number. You two never talked to each other over the phone.
“Yeah. You gave it to me years ago,” he said, alluding to that party. “Did you not even save mine?”
“No,” you admitted, feeling a bit less angry now. You really treated this man horribly from the get-go, it seemed. But, at the time, you saw no reason to save his number. After all, he seemed to have his hand full of that girl.
“Oh,” Minho chuckled, shaking his head, which made him look even more disappointed. “Great. This is looking good for me.”
You didn’t say anything to that—you couldn’t. You just kept staring at him and wondering how it was possible that he was Good Guy. Good Guy was sweet to you, wanted to know more about you, could get you excited about texting him even after bad days, and then there was Minho… Who made some of your days worse.
But then again, he did make some better, you had to give him that. Still, he knew all this time and never said a word, letting you make a fool out of yourself in person and over text.
“I didn't know, really,” Minho said, placing his hand over his heart, “but then you mentioned me by name in like, the fifth text.”
You looked down, feeling embarrassed about the text you sent to Good Guy. It was a shitty thing to say about Minho, even if you hated the guy, but you didn't feel like the bigger person there, not right then. It was true that you mentioned how much you despised Minho on the first day you started talking to Good Guy, and you never even thought he could be behind those texts.
“And I thought, maybe I should keep texting her. She’s gonna be pissed off when she realizes it’s me,” Minho said, tonguing his cheek, looking kind of angry about all of it.
“Well, kudos to you for making one correct assumption.”
“Yeah, okay, but that was just then,” he pointed out. “I tried to ignore you in class but I couldn’t. And then I thought… I’ve been into you for years, and we’re not making any progress, and it’s solely because you think I’m someone I’m not. But what if I text you as me and drop all the pretense? I thought you’d get to see that there’s more to me than all the joking.”
While you did understand his point, you still thought it was morally wrong to play with someone’s feelings like that. “I think you should have just told me then.”
“And then what?” Minho frowned before sighing. “You’d just quit the game and that would be it. I’d be right where I started, minus a chance to meet the person Eun-ah wanted to set me up with.”
“Fucking Eun-ah!” you muttered the second Minho mentioned her because it reminded you that she was the one who set you up with fucking Lee Minho of all the possible people she knew. And she never said a word about it, not even when you explained your issue with Minho on the side! They were both fucking liars—maybe the two could make it work.
“Was she not right?” Minho cocked his head to the side and waited for your reaction.
“No!” you said adamantly, not believing he actually thought that. The frown on his face told you that he actually did. “You know me! Of course you know what to say.”
“That’s such bullshit, and you know it,” Minho chuckled in contempt, clearly fed up with your excuses. “I don’t know anything about you, other than you love to bicker with me.”
Well, that was true. You two weren’t friends, you weren’t close, and you didn’t even follow each other on social media, so Minho had no way of knowing anything about you, other than the things you’d told him. “Still, it doesn’t seem fair. I didn’t know about it.”
“And if you did, would you really be as honest with me as you were with… Good Guy?” Hearing Minho use the nickname made you feel sick. He really let you make a fool out of yourself like that, and it went on for weeks. “I don’t think so.”
The word creampie flashed in front of your eyes, making you remember the conversation in detail. Now that you knew Minho was the person behind those words, you felt weird. When Good Guy said those things, your imagination ran wild, and you imagined a guy fucking you like that, filling you up, which wasn’t like you at all. Knowing it was Minho who was making you feel that way was strange, to say the least.
“I never would have said those things if I knew it was you,” you admitted, looking away in embarrassment. You told Minho you’d be willing to maybe get a creampie from him if things worked out. Minho! The thought brought you so much shame you couldn’t even look at the guy.
“Okay… But then again, if you never mentioned how much you hated me, I wouldn’t have known it was you”, Minho brought both his hands up, lifting them between your bodies. “So, we’d still go on to talk for the full month, and I’d still tell you all the same things. We clicked. I thought that you’d change your mind if you see that we had chemistry in person and over text.”
You nodded, kind of understanding his line of thinking. Still, you couldn’t help feeling betrayed. None of this changed the fact that Minho knew he was talking to you this entire time, yet let you think he was someone else.
“If I was being honest, I was hoping you’d ditch Good Guy and go out with me,” Minho rubbed the back of his neck, swallowing loudly, and he looked the furthest thing away possible from the smirky cocky guy he usually was. “But I fucked up because you didn’t choose me at all, despite the chemistry and my trying hard. So I’m sorry for that. I know you’re probably really angry.”
“I’m not angry, Minho,” you admitted with a long sigh. “Just really disappointed.”
And you were. None of this was what you expected, and now that you knew the truth, you felt really bad about it because both Eun-ah and Minho knew about all of this, but played dumb and let you act so stupid.
“Like that’s any better,” he scoffed, looking at the floor with a frown. He did look really remorseful, you had to give him that, at least. “I know you are. You chose the nice guy over me and you can’t have him because he’s me, and you hate me. I thought you’d see it as a win-win situation either way, but I was way off, clearly. I’m really sorry. Maybe you are right, I should have said something as soon as you mentioned me.”
You decided to ignore the whole part about this being a win-win situation because your pride was really suffering right then. The Minho you used to hate but became really attracted to talked to you all this time and pretended not to know who you are. He infiltrated your life in a really sneaky way, and if he hadn’t told you about it just now, you never would have found out.
So, all you could say was, “Maybe you should have.”
“I just… I thought I wouldn’t get anything out of it,” he shook his head, clearly feeling remorseful. It was either that or Minho was the best manipulator out there. Even though you disliked him, you didn’t think he was that type of guy.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you scoffed, finding the whole situation disappointing. “At least you got to fuck this way, right? You got something out of it after all.”
“That’s not what I meant, really,” he reached out and tried to place his hand on your shoulder, but you moved away. The last thing you needed right then was for Minho to touch you.
“Don’t, Minho, please,” you said, and he stopped mid-air before quickly pulling his hand away, frowning. “I do understand things from your perspective, but you should try to do the same.”
“Let me hear it,” he offered, nodding slowly. “I want to know how you feel. That’s… All I’ve been asking for.”
“In my head, I’m talking to a really nice guy who is interested in me and I’m also dealing with this weird thing with you. I’ve felt like absolute crap for sleeping with you because of the guy I was texting. I didn’t think it was fair. It just felt wrong. And I’m only now finding out you’re the same fucking person,” you started the whole thing calmly, but by the end, you were raising your voice because of how embarrassed and cornered you felt.
“I’m sorry I let it get to this point. I honestly thoug—”
“I know what you thought,” you grimaced and pointed a finger up. “I’d say yes to you and stop talking to Good Guy, and it would all go away. But I’d get your number sooner or later.”
Minho gulped loudly and looked at your mouth. “I was going to tell you. If we agreed on going on the date, I was going to say it. That’s why I asked you that day… We had a deal, remember? That you’d come home early to talk? So I stopped you at college and I thought… If you stay and talk to me and ditch Good Guy, I should just tell you right away. I mean, I was going to tell you either way. I did, didn’t I?”
“You did,” you nodded. You could have never found out because you knew Eun-ah wouldn’t tell you if Minho asked her not to. She was always the moral one in your friend group, always. “I have to give you that. Uhm… Let’s talk some other time, okay?”
“Are—? Do—? Ah, fuck! Do…” Minho wasn’t making any sense, his words just didn’t come out right. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’d really like to talk to you more, but I understand if you just don’t want to see or hear from me.”
Minho’s face told you he was desperate because this was the third time you were simply walking out on him without a word, but once again, you had to process his actions and figure out where to take it from there. It felt like the last month of your life had been a lie, both the Good guy and Minho stuff. None of it was what you thought it was, and that hurt.
“Yeah, that’s kind of how I feel right now,” you sighed and shook your head at him, feeling your eyes welling up with tears for some reason.
“I’m really, really sorry for not saying anything sooner,” he said once again, gulping, looking nervous. “I wish I could take it back. But I’m him, and I meant everything I said.”
“Well, I wish you would have told me before so I wouldn’t feel like such a two-timing bitch,” you hoped that would explain your feelings well.
A couple of minutes later, you were keen on locating your next target before she disappeared into one of the rooms upstairs. It didn’t take you long to find Eun-ah, who was dancing with Hyunjin while Sebastian danced with another one of her friends.
The quick tap on the shoulder and nod towards the door told her everything she needed to know because she came following a minute later, huffing and puffing because of all the dancing she was doing.
“What’s wrong?”
“Minho?” you gave her a glare that could kill, frustrated beyond words. “Lee Minho? Really?”
“Listen,” Eun-ah cleared her throat, placed both hands on your shoulders, and sighed before explaining. “I know you two had something in the past. I didn’t know the details when I set this up, but you said it fell through and nothing ever happened after. You’ve just recently told me the whole story, and I didn’t know before. Well, I’ve heard Minho talk about you a lot,” she said, giving you a knowing look, “before he knew we were friends. Hyunjin would take me there often, and Minho mentioned you from time to time. When I put the pieces together, I realized it was you. So, why not?”
“I don’t like him, Eun-ah.”
There were people in your life you could lie to and get away with it, people who didn’t read you as well as others. Eun-ah wasn’t one of them, which is what the stare she gave you meant. “You fell for him over texts and you fell for him in real life. What more do you want from the guy?”
“He knew it was me all along,” you informed her, unsure of whether she was in on that too. Was everyone in your life a total liar? Did they get off on knowing you’re embarrassing yourself? Like, you told Minho things that were way too personal for him to know, but only because you thought he was a stranger.
“What?” Eun-ah frowned, clearly confused. “How did he know? I swear I didn’t tell him that, I would never. You were supposed to stay anonymous and fall for each other the right way.”
“I mentioned him in the texts so he figured it out. And not just once,” you were frustrated with yourself at that point more than with her or with Minho.
You were such an idiot sometimes. If you hadn’t brought his name up, Minho wouldn’t have known you were the person he was texting. He could have been himself, and you could have fallen for him, neither one of you knowing who was on the other end. It could have worked out, if not for your stupid resentment towards this guy for a misunderstanding that happened years ago
“Wait, you mentioned Minho, who you supposedly can’t stand, to a guy you were trying to get to know better and maybe date?” Eun-ah smirked at you before scoffing. “And you don’t care about him? Please.”
“I don’t,” you weren’t going to give up on this because you were not sure you liked Minho. You were into him sexually, that much was sure, but liking him? That was something else. “He was rude to me many times, and he should have told me who he was as soon as he figured out who I was.”
“I respectfully disagree,” Eun-ah shrugged and gave you a grin. “He could have told you, yeah, but you would have immediately stopped all contact and you probably wouldn’t have talked to him in person. So, what would either one of you get out of it? You’d be out of the Cupid’s Christmas event, and you wouldn’t get any closer in real life either.”
“Maybe I don’t want to get any closer to Minho,” you suggested.
“Why? All the things you told me about Good Guy are what I know about Minho, so he wasn’t lying to you. He is Good Guy. He’s the guy who made you laugh and treated you nicely and had the same interests.”
“I just can’t believe this Minho is that guy,” you linked your arms across your chest, feeling exposed yet again. “And I can’t even believe you know him that well.”
“I didn’t know he was that guy at first. I know ten Minhos, the possibilities were endless. But then, when he talked about this girl he liked, I put two and two together,” Eun-ah cocked her head to the side. “And you’re mean to him, just so you know. He’s a good person.”
“I’m mean?” you took a step back and looked at her in awe. You? What have you done in this situation? You haven’t lied to him. You felt like crap for being a two-timer and trying to have a thing with Good Guy while sleeping with Minho, not realizing they were one and the same.
Eun-ah grimaced. “Did you not walk out on him after sex?”
“He told you that!?” That little shit. The next time you saw him, he’d hear about this. What’s he doing, going around telling people you two fucked and that you left right after? That didn’t sound good for either one of you.
“You told me that,” Eun-ah sighed loudly. “You tell on yourself all the time. Did you not just tell me you spoke about him to Good Guy on numerous occasions!? I’m sure you weren’t singing him praises. You kissed this dude, then told him you’re not sure you want him. Then, you fucked him and did the same thing. I’m guessing you also turned him down now. I’d feel like shit if I were him.”
She was right—you’d feel like shit too if someone treated you that way. When Eun-ah put it like that, none of it sounded great. “Maybe he had it coming.”
“Did he really?” you didn’t appreciate her tone because she sounded very confident, as if she knew she was right about the whole thing. “From what you said, he did treat you nicely. Tonight, he came over to your friend group and danced with them and you and did everything possible to be nice. And remember that Minho didn’t have to tell you. It wasn’t a rule.”
“It was a decent thing to do,” you immediately responded. At least you had that. Anyone decent would have done it, so she shouldn’t have been praising him for doing the bare minimum.
Eun-ah patted your shoulder again and looked at you with a frown. “I don’t know why you’re upset.”
“No?”
“No. You like Good Guy, you are so into Minho, but you’re conflicted because you think he’s not really into you, and that it’s all a big joke. Plus, you felt bad about having those feelings for two guys. It turns out you have them for the same guy. No guilt! Easy choice. Like, this was the best thing that could have happened.”
“Maybe I wanted it to be someone else,” you said, even though you weren’t sure about that. Would that really have been better? What if Good Guy was someone else and things went well? Would you lie to him about Minho? What would you tell Minho in that case?
“Oh, really? Who is this guy I’m hearing about for the first time?”
“There’s no guy… I just thought it would be someone else.”
“Like who, Hyunjin?” your friend shook her head with a chuckle. “He’s Minho’s friend and as such knows about his infatuation with you. By the way, Minho is the only one of my friends who fit the bill perfectly when I was trying to find someone for you. Even if I didn’t know he had a thing for you, he would have been my first and only choice. If you give this guy a chance without bickering with him, you’ll see it too.”
“I just don’t see him being nice to me, ever. And I don’t see him as someone who can be serious about someone else. He hasn’t got a romantic bone in his body. I’m surprised he can even compliment others.”
“Now, that’s mean,” she pointed out, pausing for a second to give you a glare that made you feel like a total bitch yet again. “You have a point though, Minho has a hard time showing emotions, but he does have them. I thought he hated me for coming to the dance classes for the longest time until I actually talked to him. He’s just like that. And that’s why I think you’d be good together—you’re both emotionally constipated and making fun of people is your love language.”
“That may never work.”
“Oh, and you being with a totally romantic dude would!?” Eun-ah scoffed at the idea and shook her head to prove her point. “Don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong. What if you got some dude who’d make a big scene about revealing his identity? Or someone who’d show up with roses and presents? Or a guy who’d compliment you over texts all the time? You’d run out that door before I could blink, and don’t say I’m not right. You hate men like that, and you run away from too many emotions, which is why I think you want to run away from Minho now. It’s not about him not telling you he’s Good Guy, it’s not about him being this dude you liked years ago—it’s about you being scared that you two have a lot of chemistry.”
Was there a chance Eun-ah was right? She was always level-headed and took everything into account before making decisions. What she was saying made sense on paper, but in reality? Not really. “You think I have feelings for him?”
“I think you do. You don’t love Minho, clearly, but you like him. He makes you laugh. And you had sex with him, which means a lot in your world.”
That did make sense—you didn’t really have sex with random people, not if you didn’t see the potential. But, Minho? The popular kid who seemed to hate your guts?
“I think I’m gonna go home now,” you informed her with a nod.
“Wait, really? Are you okay?”
Were you? You couldn’t really tell, as per usual. You needed time alone, to process it, to dissect the whole thing, and figure out the best course of action. “Yeah, I just… It’s all a bit too much to process and I’ve had too much to drink. I don’t want to stay here and say something I don't mean.”
“Like what, hook up with Minho?” Eun-ah joked, but the laughter died down as soon as she saw your grumpy expression.
“No, I meant the opposite,” you admitted. “I just have to process that the guy I’m talking to is the same guy I fucked and found annoying, plus all the things you told me about him. It’s just a lot.”
“It’s all true,” Eun-ah brought you in for a hug, holding onto you tightly. “Read through your texts with Minho and it will all start to make sense, I think. Think about it, you have time.”
Sunday, Dec 26th
And it did make sense, just like Eun-ah said it would. When you read the whole thing from the beginning on Saturday, while you lay in the bathtub, hoping the warm water would comfort you, you realized that you should have known all along it was Minho.
Whenever you’d mention Minho being an idiot to you in your texts to Good Guy, he found a way to justify his behavior or make it seem like Minho was just joking. The practice thing was also a dead giveaway, but the fact that you always thought Minho was a jock got in the way of you seeing that he wasn’t playing football but practiced dancing almost every night. It made sense, with his physique and stamina.
On top of that, you realized how his behavior changed after you two had a disagreement in class—he told you a friend told him something bad about himself and that made him think about himself and feel terrible. He was there whenever you had a bad day and needed someone to talk to, and he made you laugh every single day, which was something you had to give him props for.
Even if Minho knew it was you, you weren’t aware of his identity. Eun-ah was right—did that change anything? You still talked to the guy and fell for his personality. Had he told you right away, you wouldn’t have continued talking to him and you surely wouldn’t have relaxed and let Minho in as much as you did, or allowed yourself to talk about your wildest fantasies with him.
Besides, Minho also tried to get closer to you in real life too, even though you were acting stupid about it and pushing him out in every way possible. Whenever he tried to be nice, you found a way to turn him down and make it all seem like a big prank, when there was a chance it wasn't.
That Sunday morning, you didn’t receive your early good morning text from Good Guy for the second day in a row. His morning texts were often accompanied by a cute picture of one of his cats, which always made you feel soft for him.
Any guy who liked cats that much was the man for you, but you never imagined that was Minho. The reason you enjoyed the cat thing so much was that you had a thing for men being gentle, and what better proof of that than having and taking care of such fickle animals like cats who sometimes liked and sometimes the attention?
Since you didn’t receive anything in two days because you now knew Good Guy’s real identity, you had no new texts to keep you busy. So, you scrolled through the conversation until you found the picture he’d sent you the other day, of his cat lying on his chest and his hand on its head. Of course, Minho’s head was out of the picture so you couldn’t recognize him by his face.
The amount of time you spent staring at that hand of his was embarrassing, but what was even worse was that you didn’t realize it was Minho’s hand. You saw it every time in class and still didn’t recognize it, not even with the ring that he always wore. Were you really not paying attention to this guy at all?
The reading of old texts made you nostalgic for the days when you didn’t know who Good Guy was, when you could talk to each other freely, without all the worries. That's why the message he sent just then meant a lot.
Good Guy: i miss you, good girl
Minho was really putting himself out there by not just confessing his feelings for you but also texting you again even after you were disappointed by him being Good Guy. You had to commend him on his courage.
Even after you got out of the bath and lay in bed, relaxing and trying to think of something else, you couldn’t take your mind off of him. Minho, Good Guy, all of it. Minho’s behavior towards you changed too. He tried to initiate conversation every time you sat together, which was in every class you two had together. He got concerned about making you cry, which wasn’t like him. The whole cereal gimmick was funny, and so was the ‘your highness’ thing, even though it pained you to admit it. And, Minho became more straightforward with you. The scene of him whispering those things in your ear in class still wasn’t leaving your mind, and that was something.
On top of all that, the sex was great too, and you hated how much your mind ran to it whenever anyone mentioned anything even remotely sexual. When you just heard the word sex, your mind ran to that stupid closet and Minho’s hands on you, keeping you in place as he pumped himself into you, the breathy moans that left his mouth clouding your judgment every single time.
However, you’d also quickly remember how mean you were to him even then. The guy was just trying to be sweet and treat you well while fucking you, and you asked him not to kiss you, like you didn’t absolutely enjoy kissing him. On top of that, you even asked him not to treat you nicely, like a real dumbass without any self-respect. Really classy.
Unable to think about it anymore without getting frustrated with yourself, you dialed your friend’s number.
“Eun-ah, where are you?” you asked as soon as she picked up, hoping she was free to talk, even though you knew chances were slim with her schedule.
“Having lunch with Hyunjin, why? Want to join?” she offered, but you couldn’t think of a worse way to spend your time than having lunch with Minho’s best friend. You wouldn’t be able to look the man in the eye at this point, especially if he knew all the details. “How are you after… everything?”
“Good, good,” you cleared your throat, unsure of whether you should explain how your morning went and what you were thinking about. In the end, you decided to give her the short version. “I was just thinking about it all and decided to text Minho.”
“You have!?” Eun-ah squealed loudly and informed Hyunjin of what you’d just told her. “Ah, I’m happy about this!”
“Girl, you could tell Minho himself while you’re at it,” you joked after realizing she’d just given Hyunjin information that even Minho didn’t know. However, this made Eun-ah scoff at you.
“Please, like Hyunjin won’t find out the second you send the text,” she joked, but you wondered whether there was any truth behind it.
If Minho was as interested as he claimed, you didn’t see why he wouldn’t share the news with his friend. And it wasn’t news exactly, just you accepting his date invite if the offer still stood and he was still interested in a jerk like yourself. An afternoon at the fair sounded amazing just about then, away from your lonely apartment and all the thoughts that were starting to drive you crazy.
“Anyway. Do you think I should do it? I just want a second opinion because I’ve been a mess.”
“Let me put you on speaker,” Eun-ah started, and when you said no, you could hear it echo, which meant you were already on speaker. “I’m only including Hyunjin in this because he knows about the whole thing and he’s totally unbiased.”
“Except for being Minho’s best friend,” you added, which made Hyunjin laugh.
“So? You can still think someone’s annoying if they’re your friend. Look at us being friends!” Eun-ah joked, but you couldn’t even laugh because of how anxious you were. “Anyway, she’s thinking about texting Minho… I think you should definitely text him and I’ve thought that since forever.”
“Hard agree,” Hyunjin mumbled. “Only, maybe it would be better to wait until tonight or go visit him at the dance hall.”
“Oh, he’s dancing?” Eun-ah asked him before sighing. “Then you should definitely go down there. Minho’s not checking his phone during practice.”
“Yeah, never. He’ll be there all afternoon. Needs to get his mind off things and all that, that’s what he said,” Hyunjin informed you, giving you a bit more information than necessary.
“Sounds perfect, right?” Eun-ah chuckled. “Let us know how it went.”
And that’s how you ended up going to the damn dance hall, which was practically empty on a Sunday afternoon, the last one of the year at that. The city seemed empty too because most people were either gone for the holidays or spending them with their loved ones. You were greeted by a friendly girl at the reception, and since you didn’t know your way around, you asked her if she knew where you could find Minho.
You found him right where she said, dancing, monitoring his own moves in the mirror, probably trying to catch even the smallest misstep. Minho was so focused on his reflection and the music was so loud that he didn’t even hear or see you enter the room. The thing was, you were planning to call out for him the second you entered that room, but seeing him so transfixed on the dance and immersed in the music made you stop dead in your tracks and watch, take all of it in.
Then, Minho dropped down, spreading his legs, kicking his head to the side fiercely before standing up and continuing to dance, and for some reason, you just couldn’t stop staring or get yourself to say a single word to him. Seeing the guy who never seemed serious about anything dance so perfectly with such focus made you realize you really knew next to nothing about him and that he could truly be everything he said he was.
However, the wind closed the door behind you a lot harder than you expected, which made Minho’s head snap in your direction.
“Hey,” he stopped dancing and placed both hands on his thighs, leaning forward to catch a breath. “What are you doing here?”
Okay, a lot better than you expected. A ‘fuck off’ was something more along the lines of what you thought he’d tell you after you walked out on him and then ignored his text.
“Hyunjin told me you’d be here the entire afternoon, so…”
“Are you, uh, here to dance or?” he seemed confused, so much so that he stood up straight but just stood there, not taking a move in your direction. Sweat was dripping down the sides of his face, so Minho wiped it with the back of his hand, still looking at you.
“No. I’m here to talk,” you spoke after what seemed like a full minute of unbearable silence, and your voice didn’t sound confident in the slightest, even though you were telling the truth.
“Couldn’t pick a time when I didn’t look sweaty and gross?” Minho chuckled and finally started walking over to you. The fact that he was joking around made you feel a lot lighter. If the conversation had to be serious, you weren’t sure you’d feel good about it since tension always got to you. Maybe humor was Minho’s charm after all. “Sounds totally on-brand for you.”
“Don’t worry,” you said with a smile, wondering how anyone could pull off the sweaty look that well. “This look works for you.”
“It does?” Minho cocked his head to the side and stopped walking when he got so close to you that you could smell his cologne.
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, wondering why this doesn’t feel as terrible as you thought it would. “I mean, I’m still under the impression of that slut drop you did seconds ago.”
This made Minho laugh loudly, so he covered his mouth and looked away. “I see your cereal remained intact this morning.”
“Seems so,” you shrugged, unable to stop smiling at him. “Anyway, I texted you, but I heard you won’t be checking your phone, so… Here I am.”
Minho smiled too, before tonguing his cheek. “What… Did you text me?”
“That the fair date sounds nice,” you nodded and watched his face light up. “If the offer still stands.”
“Of course it does,” he breathed out heavily. “That’s great news. Want to go now? I’ll have to shower, but I can be out in ten.”
“No, don’t cut your practice short because of this,” you decided, even though it sounded tempting. Now that you knew you both wanted to give this a shot, you wanted to do it right away and talk to him about everything and anything. “There’s time.”
“Want to practice with me in that case?” Minho offered, cocking his head to the side.
“I can watch,” you suggested, unsure of whether he’d be okay with it. You knew that you wouldn’t, but Minho was different.
“Want me to put on a show for you?” Minho asked, finally giving you one of those smirks that used to annoy you so much, mainly because you used to associate them with him making fun of you. “Didn’t know you were into that.”
Then, he walked over to the mirror, did another quick slut drop and started twerking while staring at you, which made you laugh loudly.
You looked to the side, annoyed with the fact that he was right about it—you were attracted to him when he danced. “Oh, fuck off.”
“Your highness!” Minho gasped and stared at your reflection in the mirrored wall. “Not again.”
You scoffed but weren’t annoyed with him at all, for a change. This time you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. At first, Minho fooled around with the dances and tried to catch you staring at him inappropriately, which wasn’t that hard to do, but then he started focusing on getting it right, and your eyes stayed glued to him, taking in his every move, every roll of his hips or head, the sharp movements in contrast with the more rounded ones. There was something really entrancing about watching him dance so well.
After another half an hour, Minho stopped dancing and walked over to where you were sitting, dropping down right next to you, breathing heavily. “That’s it for today.”
“I thought you were supposed to be practicing all afternoon.”
“That was before I knew you’d be coming,” he nudged you. “Do you maybe want to get something to eat?”
“Now?”
“After a shower,” Minho said, wiping the sweat off his face using his shirt. “Then I can take you to the fair after?”
Minho and you decided to go to that place downtown Hyunjin spoke about and it really was some of the best food you’ve tried. The overall experience was great too because you felt relaxed around Minho. You’d already had sex with him and you’d already been really mean to him, so if that didn’t put him off, nothing would. Even when there would be awkward silences, Minho would find something funny to say to take your mind off of it, which is why going to the fair right after seemed like a wonderful idea.
When he’d first suggested it, you were scared that it might be an overkill. In fact, you were scared the date would be terrible and that you’d eat in silence and die inside and want to run home as soon as you ate, so you feared you’d regret saying yes to the fair. However, your fears were pointless.
The fair games went a lot better than expected, even though you missed almost everything you were supposed to hit despite trying so hard. Minho, on the other hand, kept hitting the mark every time. At the first game, he asked you to pick a toy, so you picked the smallest one and he got it for you. The same thing happened at the next stall, where he had to score as many mini-basketball shots as he could. This time, he asked you if you wanted anything, and you said the teddy bear you had was fine, so Minho chose the biggest toy and decided to give it to you.
“Don’t you think this is a bit of an overkill?” you joked when he handed you the bear, which was almost too big for you to carry. It blocked your view of Minho, which made him laugh hard.
“Okay, you’re right, this might have been a mistake,” he admitted, taking the bear from your hands. “I’ll carry it for you. Next time, you choose.”
Whenever Minho won something, he insisted on you choosing, so you picked the smallest stuff and insisted on him getting something for himself every time, but he always refused.
By some sudden stroke of luck, you managed to do well at darts, so you picked out a cute kitty plushie and gave it to him. Instead of acting too manly to accept the present, Minho seemed happy about it.
“I’ll take good care of it,” he assured you, trying to shove it inside his jacket. “Nothing will happen to it.”
Even though he looked absolutely ridiculous walking around the fair with a plush cat stuck inside his jacket while he carried a huge teddy bear, Minho didn’t seem to mind, and neither did you.
You would have stayed there the entire night if you could, but you noticed Minho starting to yawn frequently, which you took as a sign to ask him to leave. You didn’t want him to stay there with you for hours and be absolutely wrecked the next day.
Of course, he insisted on sharing an Uber to your place and helping you get the toys inside, which you accepted. Besides, the Uber wasn’t the best place to say goodbye to him, not when you had so much to say to him, but weren’t sure how. Everything felt so easy around him, and for a while, you thought that talking about what happened between you might ruin the evening—you seemed to be having a lot of fun without having to discuss this.
“You were so right about this being an overkill,” Minho joked as he walked up to your apartment door, struggling to carry all the toys he’d won for you because of that huge teddy bear that blocked his view and made him run into walls. “It’s a mess.”
“Thankfully, I had you to carry it around,” you nudged him, causing one of the toys to fall out of his hands, which made you both laugh. “You really didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he said firmly and waited for you to pick the toy up and unlock the door.
When you did, you entered the apartment and opened the door for him, waiting for him to step inside.
“Oh, you’re inviting me in?” Minho seemed genuinely surprised to be invited to your apartment as if you two didn’t know each other. After finding out he was Good Guy, you realized you two knew each other a lot better than you ever planned.
“You have to bring in the toys, right?” you said teasingly, to which he chuckled and walked in, standing in the hallway until you instructed him to just go straight and place them on the sofa, which he obeyed.
“You know, you really shouldn’t invite strange men to your place like this,” Minho teased while placing the toys on the sofa, careful not to have any one of them fall down.
“And you’re a strange man? Since when?”
He chuckled at this and walked over to you. “I’m kidding.”
And then you found yourself just staring at him, wondering how you’d managed to spend the entire afternoon and half the night with Minho without kissing him because you really wanted to. You loved guys who could make you laugh and forget about everything else that was going on, and Minho did just that. You hadn’t checked your phone once since you walked out of the dance hall with him, and you really didn’t need to. Besides, you hadn’t even thought about your history and how you almost screwed things up for both of you.
“So… Uh, thank you for coming today,” Minho started, nodding gently, his eyes never leaving yours. “I had a really great time and I’m happy you decided to go to the fair with me.”
“Minho…” you reached out and opened your palm right next to his hand, as a sign that he should take your hand, which he did. “I’m really sorry.”
He cleared his throat quickly and grimaced in a way that made it seem like he felt really awkward. “About what? Are you ditching me?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his conclusion. You’d just spent practically the entire day together, laughing and having fun, winning toys at the fair for each other, and he thought you were ditching him. “What?”
“I mean, you’re holding my hand and look so serious,” he scoffed, looking down. “I’m expecting the worst right about now.”
“No, don’t, it’s not like that,” you let go of his hand and smiled, but he immediately shook his head.
“No, no, give it back,” Minho grabbed your hand again while placing the other on the back of yours, instantly warming it up. “Sorry, go on.”
“I wanted to say sorry to you,” you felt a lump form in your throat. Eun-ah was right—you were emotionally constipated. “I acted really stupid more than once. I still think you should have told me you knew who I was, but I get why you didn’t. Still, I think I treated you worse than you did me.”
Minho’s mouth opened slightly and he let out a long “oh” while nodding before chuckling. “Okay, okay, this works for me. I like the sound of it.”
“Please, I can’t be serious like this,” you chuckled, rubbing the inner corners of your eyes. You really were trying to make things right here. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you the cold shoulder just because I was confused about…. Well, everything. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Minho nodded and gave you a warm smile that reassured you instantly. “If you can look past me not telling you I was the guy you were texting, then I can look past that.”
“Sure,” you grinned, before stating the obvious. “As long as we don’t do it anymore.”
“Keep stuff from each other?” he suggested, his head cocked to the side.
“And give each other the cold shoulder.”
“I was so hoping you were going to say that,” Minho laughed loudly, shaking his head. “Didn’t want to say it first.”
“I did. Are you happy now?”
“Of course I am. Had a great meal, an even better date, and got a sick cat plushie,” he patted the toy that was still stuck inside his jacket. “Can it get any better?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. Was he always this full of life and cute, or was that new? “I don’t know what I’ll do with all these toys.”
“Keep one and just give away the rest or something, I won’t mind.”
“No way,” you waved your finger at him. Give it all away? After Minho won them for you? No way.
Minho smiled at you and stared into your eyes for a couple of more seconds before looking away and sighing. “Okay. Since we’re all good, I’m going to go now. Can’t overstay my welcome.”
“You’re really not,” you said, wishing he’d stay and talk to you the entire night. Now that you knew how much fun you could feel when with Minho, you didn’t want it to stop. “But you’ve had a long day.”
“It was long, but a good day, so it’s all good,” he scratched the back of his head again. “I’m happy you changed your mind. I mean, if you did.”
“Me too. I had a really, really good time with you. You’re kind of fun when we’re not mean to each other all the time.”
“You too, really fun,” he reached out and pinched your cheek, before rolling his eyes, clearly ashamed of himself. “Sorry.”
You laughed, covering your mouth, as his face was funnier than him pinching your cheek. “It’s like my grandma’s here, touching me.”
“Oh… don’t go there,” Minho raised his finger, pointing out something you’d somehow forgotten at that moment in a low whisper. “I did touch you in other places too.”
“Ew, no,” you clicked your tongue, hating yourself for even bringing your grandmother into this. “Damn.”
Minho’s laughter soon died out and he looked nervous as he fidgeted with his jacket zipper. “Uhm, since… Uh, since we’re on the topic….”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know how to go about this, so I’ll just be direct,” Minho looked at you again, his eyes giving off just how uncomfortable he felt all of a sudden. “Do you regret, uh, fucking me?”
You weren’t sure where this question was coming from, but you knew you had to put Minho’s mind at ease because your behavior that night was sketchy, and anyone in their right mind would worry.
“I don’t,” you responded right away, without any hesitation. You’ve had a long long time to think about it and you knew you couldn’t regret it, not when it felt that good. “Do you?”
“No, of course not, I had an awesome time,” Minho grinned, even though you could tell he was trying hard to be serious. “I just felt like you ran away in regret right after.”
The shame that washed over you that second was almost unbearable, but you couldn't run away from this conversation, too. It was time to stop running, like Eun-ah suggested. It was embarrassing, yes, but you made it that way yourself.
“I’m sorry, it wasn't you, really,” you tried to sound as reassuring as possible. “I had a great time, which scared me.”
Minho nodded like he completely understood, which would have been really surprising. Not even Eun-ah understood your insane behavior that night. “It did?”
“Yeah… It’s you,” Minho frowned as soon as you said that, so you quickly continued. “And me. We’re not supposed to have sex that feels that good together, right? It isn't logical.”
“It happened,” he shrugged with a grin, but you could tell he wasn’t happy about it at all, which was understandable. “Why question it?”
“I’m not anymore,” you admitted, which made him seem more at ease as you two stood there awkwardly in the middle of your living room. “I didn’t regret it then and I don’t now.”
“You don’t think we rushed into it?” Minho’s raised eyebrow made it seem like he was challenging you.
“Wait, do you?” you couldn’t help but ask, considering how many questions he had about this point. But then again, you did walk out right after sleeping with him and never really mentioned it again, not even during your date. He had every right to be curious.
“Why do you think that?” Minho seemed surprised that you were asking him that.
“Because you seem to be thinking about this a whole lot,” you explained with a slight nod.
“I am, but not because I feel that way,” he pointed a finger at himself and paused for a second. “When you ran out, skipped the last class, and ignored me at your job, I thought I talked you into something you didn’t want to do, which made me feel terrible. I don’t want to be that guy. I can take being the annoying jerk from class, sure, but I can’t handle being that guy.”
“Minho, you’re not,” you said, placing a hand on his chest. Did you really make him feel that way about himself? That was terrible. The fact that he’d even think the situation was anything like that was worrisome because it really wasn’t like that. The whole thing made you feel like you liked Minho too much, which scared you and made you run away. “You can’t talk me into something I don't want to do. And I really wanted it. Wasn’t it obvious?”
“It was at the time,” the corner of his mouth quivered as he tried hard not to smirk, but failed, “but later I felt like it wasn’t. Anyway, you don’t think we rushed into it?”
“No. I don’t usually do things like that, but… I don’t do any of this. Text random men while thinking about a really annoying guy from class, and all that. It all just happened,” you said with a sigh. There was really no explanation to this whole thing except you having a thing for Lee Minho, which that day just proved.
“Okay. I meant what I told you as Good Guy, I don’t do these things either,” Minho said with a grin before sighing again. “Now I really have to go, I've been keeping you awake for too long.”
“Wait, just, uh…” you started but found it hard to finish your thought, mostly because his attention was once again fully on you.
“What?” Minho moved in closer and gave you a smirk.
“Can we kiss?” you felt awkward about asking Minho this, but you really wanted to kiss him. However, you didn’t want to go for it shamelessly without discussing it first. He hadn’t kissed you all day, so it only felt right to ask.
Minho tongued his cheek with a grin. “Want to see if there’s chemistry?”
His teasing eased the tension between you and made you both chuckle, which felt comforting. While you were laughing, Minho leaned in, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you in closer. Somehow, it all felt familiar. There was a bit of nervousness, you couldn’t lie to yourself about it, but it was overpowered by the excitement about getting to kiss him again, this time without worrying about whether it was wrong or a joke.
The second he pressed his lips against yours, you forgot about everything. The only thing you could focus on was his mouth and the way he held onto you tightly, his scent washing over you
You weren’t sure how long you kissed because you got lost in how great Minho tasted and felt, and how good it felt to have his hands on you, moving up your back to the back of your neck, tugging at your hair, his breathing getting more shallow by the second. When you felt his erection press into your stomach, you pulled away slightly, enough to catch a breath, but not as far as to move your face away from his.
“Is that your phone or are you happy to see me?” you made a dumb joke. When with Minho, do as Minho does, right?
Surprisingly, he laughed and leaned in to whisper into your ear. You really expected him to tell you something dirty and vulgar, something that would make you want to reach for his erection and grab it tight to earn a moan from him. “It’s my… New kitty plushie.”
Now, that made you laugh so hard that you kicked your head back and held onto his jacket while he chuckled and just looked at you, his eyes wide open.
“Fool,” you gently tapped his chest, still scoffing.
“I mean, it’s true,” he looked down at the plush toy stuck in the inner pocket of his jacket. “But it’s also my dick which is so hard for you, but I’m trying to be respectful and give you the perfect date, so let’s not go there.”
“Fair enough,” you nodded after deciding against just going for it. “Next time, then.”
“Next time?” Minho cocked an eyebrow up and smirked. “Oh, you like me that much.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t keep the smile off your face, and he was well aware of the effect he had on you. “Yeah, just don’t keep... The condom in your... Wallet,” you felt awkward saying it, but it needed to be said.
“Oh, that,” Minho chuckled and gave you a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll keep it somewhere else.”
“Good,” you nodded and started making your way to the door to walk him out, so he followed without a word. “And bring more than one.”
When he heard this, Minho stopped, placed a hand over his heart, and gave you that smug smirk of his.
“Oh, is that right?” he tongued his cheek and narrowed his eyes, making it so obvious he was loving the attention he was getting. “Love that for us. Okay, I’ll bring the whole box then,” he walked over to you, grabbed you by the waist, and leaned in to whisper, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “And rail just the way you like it. Respectfully, of course.”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. “Sounds good.”
“Good night then,” he said, pulling away from your ear just to get a good look at your face. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Good night, Minho”, you managed to say before he kissed you again, this time without making it sexual. A minute later, he was out the door, waving as he walked down the street with a little pep in his step.
You found yourself humming as you took a shower and got ready for bed, all the while thinking about everything you and Minho told each other, and the things you did together, and how he looked at you, which was surprising considering you couldn’t stand the man last month.
At a certain point, you started wondering whether you were letting yourself fall too fast a bit too early on. You’d just gone on one date and had sex in a closet, it wasn’t like you were a thing or like Minho’d promised you anything. Still, you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about having those types of feelings for him. Wasn’t it time to just let go and enjoy something for once without questioning it?
If he ended up changing his mind, you’d live through it. Wasn’t that the risk of dating people—having them break your heart? You could either take the risk and enjoy your time with Minho while it lasted or run away in fear of him changing his mind somewhere down the line.
Seeing Minho’s text as soon as you got under the covers justified your feelings even more—you weren’t the only one feeling this way.
Good Guy: is it too soon to ask if i can see you again sometime?
You: of course it’s not ☺️
You: and yes
Minho: when? ☺️
You: whenever you feel like it?
Minho: wrong choice, because that would be the first thing in the morning
Minho: but i’m guessing you’ll have family stuff over the holidays
You: my family doesn’t live here so i’m all alone
Minho: oh no! then you should come over for lunch one of these days, my mom makes the best food and i’m sure she’d love to have you
You: i can’t meet your family 💀
Minho: why not? you can say you’re my friend if you’re embarrassed about dating me LOL
Oh, you two were dating? You weren’t sure why you felt so surprised seeing the text, but it made blood rush to your cheeks, bringing a smile to your face.
You: i can’t show up in that lady’s house knowing how many times i called her son an ass
Minho: why not? my parents would love that, you’d get along just great because of it lmao
You: oh shut up!!
Minho: anyway if you’re not coming over for lunch, we can go do something together
You: the ferris wheel?
Minho: don’t like heights but i’ll take you
You: no, we don’t have to go in that case. let’s do something else
Minho: no no no, we’ll go. tomorrow?
Minho: too soon? 😬
You: not at all, tomorrow works fine for me, but maybe earlier? i have dinner at eun-ah’s
The Ferris wheel date went great, even though Minho was scared. You told him you really didn’t have to go there, but since it was your idea, he insisted on going despite not being great with heights. To make him feel better about it, you kissed him as soon as it got too high for his comfort, and he seemed to welcome the distraction. Somehow, it didn’t feel weird to kiss him just like that, and it wasn’t weird afterward, which made you feel like you two didn’t make a mistake there.
That night, Minho walked you to Eun-ah’s and turned down her invitation to join you two, saying he didn’t want to ruin your girls’ night. For some reason, you wish he’d stayed because you wanted more time with him, even though that feeling surprised you.
You didn’t really want to spend that much time around people anyways. Ever since you moved to the city for college, you got used to being on your own. If you needed company, you’d just call up one of your friends and hang out, or go to work. However, you rarely dated or felt like you had to spend time with a guy you were seeing. That was not something you were used to feeling, but Minho turned it around somehow.
You ended up seeing him every day that week. After the Ferris wheel date, he invited you to have lunch with him and Hyunjin at the place he took you. You didn’t want to impose, but Minho insisted, saying he’d really like his friend and you to get to know each other better. After that, you had to leave for work, and Minho and Hyunjin went to the dance hall, so you two didn’t spend time alone.
The day after, you two didn’t plan anything, but Minho still dropped by your work and brought you some food his mom cooked.
“Did you really bring me your mom’s food?” You hissed at him over the counter, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling because of how cute you found it. “What did you tell her?”
“I told her I want to take it to this one girl I really like,” he admitted, tonguing his cheek. “So she put in some dessert too and asked me to bring you over when you feel comfortable.”
“No pressure, though?” You shook your head at him and laughed, still thinking it was adorable. Of course, you had no plans to meet his parents, not three days after starting to date him anyway, but the thought counted.
That Thursday, you met up in the morning and took a walk along the river. You planned to do it for an hour or so before sitting down for some coffee, but you ended up walking for hours, not even noticing the time. When you were around him and focused on the conversation instead of coming back with witty insults, Minho was very entertaining and made you lose focus of everything else around you.
Friday, Dec 31st
So, Friday was the first day where you two didn’t have any plans other than to see each other. Minho’s friends were throwing a New Year’s party, but he told you he’d rather spend the evening with you, and you felt the same way. It wasn’t like you were crazy in love and didn’t want to go somewhere without him, not at all. It was just that you weren’t party people, and you didn’t want to go out for New Year’s because everyone would be wild and drunk, and none of that sounded appealing. What would be the point of going to a party, getting drunk, getting all fake excited about it being midnight, and then going home?
Minho and you spent the afternoon making food for your movie marathon, which was supposed to start with Home Alone and end with It’s a Wonderful Life. However, in the middle of it, Minho and you realized that it was hard to keep your hands off each other, especially since you knew how good it felt not to. The fact that all you could do that week was kiss because of all the other plans only made things worse for you, so when Minho leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t hesitate to kiss back, completely forgetting all about Macaulay Caulkin’s woes.
By the time Minho was taking your shirt off as you straddled him, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than him and his fingertips on your back, fumbling with the straps of your bra as his breathing got heavier. Or was that your breathing?
You didn’t talk much in between kisses as you both seemed to be hungry for each other, tugging at any article of clothing you could get your hands on and urging the other to take it off quickly so your hands could touch more skin. That’s how you found yourself on him, bodies naked and warm, Minho’s back resting against the headboard as you sat on his thighs, mouths attached, refusing to let go of each other.
“I missed this,” Minho mumbled into the kiss, his hands squeezing your ass before moving up to your waist so he could pull you in closer to him. “Being alone like this, touching you…”
“Me too,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him again when you felt his dick spring up from his stomach and hit your lower belly, reminding you that it was hard and that it was right there. “I have a favor to return.”
With that, you started moving backward, but Minho stopped you by grabbing your forearms. “You don’t have to return any kind of favor,” he scoffed at the idea before smirking. “Don’t be silly.”
“But I want to,” you grinned before moving all the day down until your mouth was hovering over his cock. Minho tongued his cheek and smiled, letting you take the lead and do whatever you wanted to him.
So, encouraged by the way Minho was looking at you, you moved down to his scrotum and pressed your tongue against the bottom of it before gently moving it all the way up to the tip of his cock. When you touched the very tip, Minho clenched and his cock sprang up again, so you wrapped your mouth around its head and sucked it in, watching his expression change from cocky to tame in less than a second.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he mumbled, moving his hand down. You were half expecting him to start pushing your head down like many men loved doing, but Minho opted for the more enjoyable version of tangling his fingers in your hair and using his thumb to caress you as you played only with his tip. “You really are a good girl.”
Hearing him use that nickname made you smile, which in turn made Minho smile too, so you took more of his dick, trying not to get lost in all the warm feelings springing up from your chest. When you did that, Minho hissed and spread his legs wider, which provided the perfect opportunity for you to grab and grope his thighs, finally getting to feel just how hard they were when he clenched them in an attempt to get himself to calm down and just enjoy the feeling of your mouth on him.
“Relax,” you let go of him just to breathe the word out before sticking your tongue and playing with the underside of his tip, getting him to groan.
“If I relax, I’ll come so fast,” Minho rolled his eyes and sighed, looking away for a second, before returning his gaze to you.
“Why not?” you asked, humming against his tip. “We have all night.”
Hearing you say that made Minho visibly relax and spread his legs completely. “Music to my ears.”
You chuckled before deciding to take all of him in at once, wanting to surprise him and watch him enjoy, which is exactly what happened. His smirk turned into an open-mouthed stare accompanied by a loud grunt, his hand still on your head, petting it gently.
Since the goal of this was to make Minho feel as good as possible instead of dragging it out, you started to bob your head up and down while moving your tongue, letting it lick and touch his dick, which kept him moaning and grunting your name.
At the same time, you moved your hand down to his balls and cupped them, which made Minho practically purr at you, kicking his head back, his hips jolting at you. You kept tugging at his balls gently, not wanting it to hurt, but needing him to feel the sensation and the tension, which, paired up with the warmth and wetness of your mouth, would surely make him come.
“Oh my God, yes,” was about the best he could do when you started sucking.
Gone was the smug Minho who always had something funny or teasing to say. This Minho could just lie there and enjoy the feeling of having you on him, putty in your hands. You weren’t sure how many minutes passed, but soon enough, he was warning you about coming, and you just nodded, giving him permission to come inside your mouth.
This seemed to drive him wild as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip and started to pump his hips into your face, so you let him, knowing he just wanted to get all of it out.
A second later, you felt a long streak of cum hit the back of your throat, followed by another which sprayed the roof of your mouth. The third one filled your mouth completely and almost made you choke on it, but none of it mattered as much as watching Minho’s face distort in pleasure. He was always attractive, sure, but he took it to a new level with his orgasm face, looking like he was in pain and pleasure simultaneously, driving you completely wild with his moans on top of that.
You sucked as much as you could and then moved away, swallowing his load before grinning at him. Minho was speechless for a couple of more seconds, but he reached out and when you gave him your hand, he pulled you over on top of him and covered your face in kisses before finally landing on your mouth and tonguing it, clearly in the mood for more. “That was so fucking good. If I continue lying like this, it will take me out.”
“Sleep if you want to,” you suggested, patting his warm chest and kissing his mouth once again. “We can go again in the morning.”
“Sleep while there’s a beautiful naked girl in bed next to me?” Minho frowned, showing you just how bad he found your idea. “Don’t think so.”
“Don’t wo—” you were going to say he didn’t have to worry about it because he really didn’t. You were sure you’d fuck tomorrow and any other time you could until this thing lasted. The chemistry was unreal, and you couldn’t keep thinking about him even when he wasn’t around you, which said a lot.
However, you couldn’t finish your thought because he had other plans. “No”, Minho gently pushed you to the side so you would lie on your back. “I promised you a railing if I remember correctly.”
“Only if you brought condoms,” you cocked your head to the side and grinned as Minho got on top of you just to lean in and kiss you again, letting you feel his tongue for a while.
Then, he pulled away and chuckled just like he always did, but instead of annoying you, as usual, it made you happy. “Oh, yeah, I got one in my wallet.”
“Fuck off,” you said through laughter, knowing he was smarter than that, this time.
Minho found his bag and rummaged through it to find the box of condoms and place it on your nightstand. “We’re safe, it’s all here,” he said through a giggle before getting on top of you again and kissing you.
You were turned on ten seconds earlier, when you watched him get up, look for the condoms, and get back to bed, all naked, feeling no shame in front of you, which made you feel the same way with him. But, when Minho got on top of you again and smiled at you using his eyes, all you felt was the need to hug him and pull him in closer, completely forgetting that you were supposed to be in the middle of sex. Instead, you just wanted to cuddle, feel him close, and that thought scared you the instant you internalized it.
Minho didn’t seem to mind you hugging him or playing with his hair, but he seemed to mind the second you stopped. “That felt so nice,” he breathed into your neck.
Minho’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt your mouth on his neck and your hand on his ass, squeezing it hard. You felt like the safer option here was to initiate something sexual than stay in his arms and enjoy cuddling with him.
“Now it’s time for me to return the favor,” was the only thing Minho told you before kissing his way down your neck to your chest, where he stayed for a while, his teeth gently biting into your breasts while his hand cupped your crotch.
He wasn’t even trying to create any friction between your legs, but you had to arch your back the second he touched you. Suddenly, all the excitement from earlier returned, now made so much worse by his hand between your legs and tongue around your nipple. Then, Minho decided to make it hell by looking up at you while he sucked the nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue rolling over it inside his mouth.
You couldn’t help but moan at the scene in front of you, unable to stop yourself from reacting that way to his touch. If you were being honest, you have been thinking about him ever since that night in the closet, even if it confused and terrified you at the same time. It was Minho and all that, but since you decided to give it a shot, the fact that you used to argue about every single thing didn’t matter at all. In fact, you couldn’t even remember what you two fought about. But, it wasn’t like you could think of anything at that time since his fingers started to rub your clit gently before sliding down your slit.
“Mhm, wet already,” Minho mumbled against your skin, moving his fingers back up to your clit, now slick with your juices, and you just grunted in return, pressing your ass into the bed even more to prevent yourself from just spreading your legs as far as you could.
Minho’s mouth stayed attached to your nipple a bit longer while his fingers moved up and down your slit gently, slowly, until the tips started entering you. He wasn’t doing anything quickly, as if he was trying to make sure you were thoroughly ready and enjoying every single touch. You weren’t used to that type of intimacy, you had to admit, but you enjoyed it.
What you enjoyed even more was when Minho slowly made his way down by planting wet kisses all over your stomach and lower belly, leaving wet trails behind, trails that made you get goosebumps all over and clench around the tips of his two fingers, which he took as a sign to ease them into you gently.
“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, your hands finding his hair and gripping it as he took your clit into his mouth and started to move his fingers gently.
You weren’t sure what to focus on first—his fingers rubbing against your walls, his mouth around your clit, or his eyes staring right at you, eyebrows raised in what would be a smirk had his mouth not been preoccupied. There wasn’t much you could do except try to take all of it at once, but you were getting lost by focusing on one of those aspects too much.
The fingers were the first thing you enjoyed and you imagined they were his cock and he was railing you, as he politely put it, which was very enjoyable. But, you’d then feel him lick your clit just right and your attention would shift there, which would then bring you to his eyes, and you’d feel the need to have him inside of you, right then.
“No fingers,” you mumbled at Minho, struggling to find the right words. “Just tongue.”
Minho stopped his ministrations and looked up at you with a smirk. “Tongue only? Whatever you want,” he said with a chuckle, and his tone told you you were in for a treat. “Not a problem.”
With a smirk, Minho pulled his fingers out of you, brought them up to his mouth, and sucked them clean before sneaking both hands under your thighs and lifting your legs up. Your feet were now in the air, thighs resting on his palms as he propped his hands up on his elbows to keep your legs up. You’d never tried that position before because it made you feel a bit helpless, but it didn’t matter, not with Minho. You now had more energy to focus on his tongue and less to worry about holding your legs up or keeping them spread.
“Fuck, right there,” you grunted when Minho started to play around your hole. “Minho!”
His tongue first entered you as his eyes widened, Minho not moving his gaze from your face for a second, clearly trying to check your reactions to his movements. Then, he flattened his tongue and moved it over your slit, getting you all wet and horny, wanting to feel more of him. Once you started moaning and gripping on his hair tighter, Minho moved up to your clit and stayed there for what seemed like hours.
As long as you kept staring at his face, it was hard to come because you wanted to take all of it in. Minho and his loud mouth that you used to find so annoying were what was making your thighs shake and your pussy clench around nothing, dripping down your body onto the bedsheets, sticking to Minho’s chin. So, you closed your eyes for a while and moved your hands up to play with your nipples, head full of Minho’s smirk and stares, images of his dick inside your mouth, or back in the closet when his dick was inside of you—and that was all you could focus on.
“Oh God,” Minho mumbled into your clit, which made you open your eyes and realize he was really enjoying watching you play with your breasts, so you looked at him and chuckled.
You were starting to get embarrassed by the amount of moaning you were doing, but you couldn’t do anything to stop it other than put your hand over your mouth, which would surely earn you a glare from Minho. He seemed to get happier with every grunt or swear word that left your mouth. If those were accompanied by a tug at your breast, he seemed ecstatic.
You tried to focus just on Minho, so you looked at him again, now enjoying the feeling of his eyes on your as your face contorted in pleasure and your hips bucked into Minho’s face while he tried hard to give you as much friction as possible using just his tongue. And he managed to send you over the edge using just his mouth. His eyes did help, though. There was always something challenging in the way he was looking at you, teasing even, as if he was trying to see how long it would take for you to crack.
When he realized you were coming by the way your moaning got erratic and how your hands gripped the sheets, Minho started moving his tongue even faster, pressing it harder into your clit, and you felt waves of pleasure rushing through every cell of your body, stemming from your lower belly. The warmth spread all over you and you finally relaxed, pushing his head away from your clit, your wet pussy still pulsating with pleasure around nothing.
“I really like it when you say my name like that,” Minho said smugly, sitting up between your legs and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Turns me on so much.”
“Minho…” you said his name and gave him a teasing smile, but your gaze instantly flew to his crotch. You couldn’t help but feel a bit proud when you saw that he was fully erect, his tip a bit wet with precum, showing you just how much Minho liked going down on you. Apparently, it was as much as you liked sucking him off, which was a lot. “Why are you sitting?”
“What should I be doing?” he asked, frowning and getting up on his knees, head cocked to the side as he stared at you and waited for a response.
You reached for the box of condoms from the nightstand and threw it at his chest, which Minho quickly managed to catch. “Putting one on and fucking me.”
“Oh… Oh!” Minho looked stumped for a second, but he quickly got the box open and one of the condoms out of its wrapper.
“I was so nervous the last time we did this,” Minho admitted as he leaned over and placed the box back on the nightstand. He seemed to find the situation amusing, though.
“Why?” you questioned, entranced by the sight of him putting the condom on, enjoying it thoroughly once again. The sight of his veiny hands touching his dick, putting the condom on before he dove right in between your legs and brought you even more pleasure… It was just too good to miss, so you couldn’t even look up at Minho’s face, but you were sure he was looking down too, careful to do it right.
“You were watching me put it on, and I only had one and didn’t want to fuck something up or drop it,” he chuckled, shaking his head and positioning himself between your legs now that the condom is in place. “I thought to myself, stop shaking, idiot, it will fall and you won’t have another one and she won’t want to wait for you to go to Hyunjin’s room and find one.”
“That’s what you were thinking about?” You propped yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs wider, allowing him better access, somehow not feeling an ounce of shame.
Even though you’d gone on four dates in total, you felt like you knew Minho well, like there was nothing you should be ashamed of in front of him. You found him easy to talk to now that you didn’t feel the need to counter every thought he shared with you, so you got along really well. Because of this, being completely naked in front of him and spreading your legs even wider didn’t feel awkward or shameful in the slightest. Quite the contrary, the look on his face really amused you.
In the meantime, Minho held his cock by its base and smacked it against your slit a couple of times, seemingly enjoying the sound it made when it hit you—wet and slick and loud. So, you decided to tell him what you were focused on while he was panicking about the condom. “I was thinking about how hot you looked doing it.”
“You were?” he suddenly seemed so out of character, frowning and grimacing at you. “And you let me struggle like that with shaky hands? If you told me that back then, I would have been more confident.”
“Well, you know now, so you can be more confident,” you grinned at him and felt Minho ease his tip inside of you while biting down on his bottom lip. “Fuck!”
“Just as tight as I remember,” he grunted, closing his eyes for a second as the first inch of his cock entered you. “And so fucking wet.”
You didn’t feel the need to say anything to that—he could feel it all he wanted. Instead, you pushed yourself up so you could kiss him, enjoying the taste of his mouth on top of the feeling of him sliding into you inch by inch until he bottomed out, bodies completely connected. Minho’s loud grunt into the kiss just told you how good it felt for him to be inside you.
Since you’d just come, it was probably a lot easier for him to slide in, and you were sure it felt wet and warm, but he said it nonetheless, whispering against your lips. “Sorry, ju—just a sec, ah… You take me so well, I could blow right now,” he said right after with a chuckle.
“Relax,” you let your shoulders drop down on the bed and wrapped your legs around Minho’s waist, pulling him on top of you and kissing him, hoping that would get him to stop focusing on coming.
It seemed to do the job because Minho’s tongue entered your mouth a second later and his hand found your breast, which he squeezed and released rhythmically as he started to move his hips slowly, pulling back just a couple of inches before moving back in, just how you liked it.
Somehow, you got lost in space and time, and you weren’t sure how long the whole thing lasted because you kept kissing Minho for what seemed like forever, more focused on his mouth than your bodies connecting in the best way possible, mostly because he was going slow and acted gentle.
Then, a sudden switch happened, and you weren’t sure what caused it, but you stopped kissing and just stared at each other. You, for one, were focused on taking in every detail of his face, now covered in sweat, hair sticking to it, eyes half-closed as he clearly enjoyed the feeling of having you all around him.
“Ready?” Minho breathed the word slowly and when you nodded, he started to slam his hips into you hard, which allowed him to hit the right places.
Your eyes flew to the back of your head, and all you could do was grunt and try to focus on Minho’s eyes. At first, he fucked you hard with a smirk on his face. Minho seemed to enjoy the effect his speed had on you. It wasn’t just the speed, though, it was everything about the way he moved, arching his back just to slide into you easily, hitting that spot before sliding backward again and then back in, hard and fast, all the while focused on your eyes and looking at you so confidently. Clearly, Minho realized you were liking it too much. You wanted to be vocal but the only thing you could say was his name. Nothing else came to mind and all you could do was moan, hiss, and grunt, feeling warmth building up in your crotch.
As Minho went on with the thrusting and enjoyed it more and more, his smirk turned into a grimace—he was clearly struggling with trying to stop himself from coming. His face was distorted with pleasure, making it seem like he was in pain, but you knew there wasn’t any pain behind it, and it all turned you on so much more. Just the fact that you had this really gorgeous man fucking you and struggling not to come was enough to send you over the edge, let alone how good his dick felt inside of you or how coordinated his movements were, which made them feel ten times better.
Then, Minho bit down on his lip and went even harder, making your entire body shift up and down the bed. With every thrust, you flew upward, but it felt amazing to just lay there and relax and let him fuck you so hard you could barely catch a breath. Your legs and arms were not helping you at all, even though they were wrapped around his naked body, so you relaxed completely, and when Minho felt your limbs fall down on the bed, he sighed loudly and slowed down. “Too hard?”
“No, really close,” you admitted, nodding at him. “Go on… Go as fast as you want to.”
Minho did exactly that for what seemed like minutes, and all you could hear were his low grunts and occasional hisses, your loud moaning, and the sound of his thighs hitting the back of yours, getting you wetter and wetter until you finally came around him, your limbs wrapping around Minho’s body once again and holding onto him tight as you moaned loudly and let him fuck you through your high. “Fuck! This fee—fuck, this is good,” you kept mumbling as Minho kept his pace even once you were done.
“Your highness,” Minho tried to sound cocky, but it was hard when he was almost falling apart, sweaty and warm, still fucking you hard. “That’s a lot of swearing.”
“I’ll swear whenever you want if you’ll be like this every time,” you joked, to which he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Can I come?” Minho breathed loudly, his hips still moving fast, even though you could tell he was getting tired.
“Of course,” you propped yourself up on your elbows to kiss him. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Wasn’t sure if you wanted more,” he mumbled into the kiss before sucking in your bottom lip and biting on it gently. “But I’m so fucking close all the time… You have a really warm, warm pussy. Want to stay in it forever.”
“As long as you want,” you breathed, one of your hands cupping his cheek before moving to the back of his head and tugging at the hair there, which made Minho moan. “You like that?”
“I like everything,” he sighed and closed his eyes for a second.
“Mhm,” you hummed happily and took it as a sign to start licking his neck with a flattened tongue, knowing it would get him riled up even more, which it did.
You found the magic trifecta to make Minho come—a warm hole, not-so-gentle hair pulling, and a nimble tongue on his neck.
Not a minute later, his face scrunched and he closed his eyes, his entire body clenching and releasing as he shot his cum into the condom, enjoying the warmth of your body. A second later, he collapsed onto your chest but still moved his hips, even though a lot more slowly than before, presumably to get all of it out.
For a while, you stayed like that, Minho on top of you, breathing loudly, his dick still deep inside of you, face on your chest, your arms holding him tight. “Did I die and go to heaven?”
“I don’t think heaven’s the place you’d go after this,” you teased but he scoffed in return.
“There’s nothing wrong with fucking someone you like this much,” he admitted with a sigh, and you definitely agreed with that. For a change, you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for sleeping with someone, and you loved the feeling. “Man, I can’t move.”
“You’ll have to,” you said, which made Minho’s head snap up instantly, and his inquisitive gaze found you smiling. “Take the condom off.”
“Oh, oh! Sorry!” Minho barely got himself up on his knees long enough to take the condom off, tie it into a knot, and throw it into your bin. Then, he returned to the previous position and planted a soft kiss on your chest.
“This feels so nice,” he mumbled at you, face pressed against your skin, breathing slowed down.
“It feels amazing,” you said, realizing it actually felt a lot better than you ever expected it to.
You continued with what you were doing earlier, playing with his hair, caressing his back, holding him close. And somehow, it all felt so warm and familiar, even though you’ve never done that with Minho. If you were being honest, you hadn’t done it with anyone else before Minho came along. You’d usually get dressed quickly and one of you would go, but not with him.
Now, you didn’t want Minho to leave, ever.
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Ok, so this is kinda long overdue (sorry 😭) but I just wanted to say I loved this story so much!!!
I wanna start by saying, I have no idea who Minho is. Ive def heard the name before but I know veeeeery little about the group he’s in, BUT, I love your stories and I’m a sucker for a good E2L so I had to read it. Now, let me set the scene. Typically I’m a binge reader because I get so caught up in a story I like to read it in one sitting so I decided to wait until the story was completed the read it but I was also sooo eager to read it. So, on Christmas when the final part was coming I was legit watching the clock to see when it would hit 12 am so I could see if it was posted but I was sooooo exhausted I legit didn’t think I could make it, BUT THEN, I checked tumblr and it was posted!!! (I forgot about time zones I think). I got sooo excited I literally pushed through my exhaustion and read the whole thing in one sitting, and I was so happy I did. I really enjoyed this story and it definitely kept me on my toes. One thing I really enjoyed about this story is how introspective the Oc was. Whenever Minho or somebody would comment or criticize her, she would genuinely sit there and think about it and mull over it. She seemed to really think everything through (sometimes overthinking, which, relatable). I also really enjoyed exploring her and Minho’s dynamic, it was wild to me how things just got so moved up and they both perceived their interactions and relationship sooooo differently, and it was nice to see them reconcile and finally be on the same page. I loved seeing Oc decide to go with her feelings and give him a chance, and their first date made my heart feel all toasty. All in all, thanks for sharing this story with us!
