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Kisses for Compliments

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A/n: The smut isn't extensive as it originally wasn't planned that way but I got carried away. Jealous Jin has got to be my favourite. Apologies for a late update, life gets in the way of writing. Either way I hope you enjoy jealous Jin as much as I do.

What happens when you compliment the boys and Jin can't stand and watch.

It was awkward for you when you first started dating Jin to interact with people close to him. It was a natural reaction honestly because he was surrounded by famous people all the time, something you weren't which anyway wrecked your nerves and second Jin was very close to members, they were his second family and you were always afraid of not making a good impression on the members or getting on their bad side. So, at first you kept your distance but it was Jin who insisted to at least try talking to them. In his words,

"they're not that scary, wild but not scary. They're just like me."

So you did give it a shot, you tried and it took you a couple of attempts but eventually you fostered a relationship with each of them over the year that was unique to you.

wildchildtale

Off The Grid (2) | KSJ

Pairing: F1 Driver Seokjin X Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, age gap, sister's best friend, pining, formulae 1 au, romance, socioeconomic gap

Summary: Formula 1's golden child, Kim Seokjin has everything: fame, money, women, and a life built around speed and excess. Arrogant and used to getting exactly what he wants, nothing ever holds his attention for long.

A family wedding brings him back home, where he's greeted by his younger sister, still resentful of his constant absence, and her best friend, you, her inseparable plus-one.

None of it is new. Except this time, he can't seem to stop noticing you.

Which is a problem, because you're his sister's best friend, nearly a decade younger than him, and the last person he should ever be drawn to.

Content: sister's best friend; age gap; 8 years age gap; billionaire au; socioeconomic gap; F1; angst; old money; opposites attract; toxic seokjin; cold seokjin; character development; fluff; romance; jealousy; forbidden attraction kinda; denial of feelings; emotional constipation; future smut; pining; yearning; unresolved sexual tension; pining disguised as annoyance; and loads of misery be i love it; jinkook cousins; playboy seokjin (kinda); soft seokjin; toxic relationships

Word Count: 5.5K

Author’s Note: hi hello hola how are you all!!!! they finally got me at work and made me do a whole lot of labour 😖 so please excuse me for the delay in the delivery of this babe. this chapter moves a tad bit slow but i kinda wanted that to happen. chap 3 is already in the works and a monster in making. we are talking 13k words at the very least. yes, i did get high when i started writing it so yeah you know how it goes. anyways pls pls pls drop comments, let me know your thoughts, it really helps me to keep writing.

Taglist: @jinkoo94 @bebabido @btstrueblue @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe

CHAPTER 1

The next morning, you’re ripped out of your sweet sleep by a relentless pounding on your bedroom door.

You don’t even need to check who it is. With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed, crack the door open just enough for Rachel to slip through, then immediately turn around and collapse face-first back into your pillow.

She gasps. “Oh, absolutely not miss girl!”

The mattress dips beneath her weight before she yanks your duvet clean off you. Cold air immediately hits your bare arms and legs.

Without a word, you reach blindly for the blanket.

“Nope. This is so not happening.”

She pulls harder. You pull back. It quickly turns into a full-blown tug-of-war.

“Come onnnn,” she whines. “We’re going to the farmers’ market!”

“I hope you get lost in it,” you crane your neck just long enough to shoot her a glare. Your grip loosens for half a second. It’s all the opening she needs as she gives the duvet one hard yank, sending it tumbling onto the floor. Defeated, you flop back against the headboard.

“I really really hate mornings.”

“I know.” Rachel grins. “That’s why this is so fun.” She sticks her tongue out.

-————————————————————————-

A quick shower later, you settle on a pair of linen shorts, an oversized white T-shirt tucked loosely into them, and your favourite trainers before heading downstairs.

The breakfast table is already lively. Mr. Kim is halfway through the newspaper, Mrs. Kim is discussing the day’s itinerary with Dan and Mia, while Jungkook is helping himself to steal fruit from everyone else’s plates instead of his own.

You go to take a seat in between Rachel and Jungkook.

Mrs. Kim sighs.

“Martha, would you mind checking?”

The housekeeper smiles knowingly. “Of course, ma’am.”

Rachel nearly chokes on her coffee. “That brat is still asleep?”

Almost on cue, footsteps echo across the hallway.

“The brat’s been awake for hours,” Seokjin says as he strolls into the dining room. “She’s sitting right there.”

He is dressed in a navy knit polo with the sleeves pushed lazily to his forearms and ivory chinos sitting low on his hips. It accentuates the broad line of his shoulders before hugging a lean waist. His hair is still slightly mussed from sleep, loose strands falling across his forehead, softening otherwise sharp features.

Rachel scoffs, fixing him with an unimpressed look though the pout tugging at her lips gives her away.

Seokjin chuckles under his breath before leaning down to kiss his mother on the cheek and then slides into the empty chair directly opposite you

Your gaze lifts on instinct. It catches his for the briefest moment. You immediately drop it back to your plate, suddenly finding your scrambled eggs far more interesting.

Nice. Way to make that weird.

To your relief, breakfast passes without you making a complete fool of yourself. Three hours later, you’re weaving through the bustling farmers’ market in the neighbouring town.

The market was much bigger than you’d expected. One minute you were looking at baskets of peaches, the next you were standing outside a shop selling handmade ceramics, and a few doors down there was another filled with leather bags and little antique knick-knacks.

Every time you thought you’d reached the end of it, another narrow street opened up with even more shops waiting to be explored.

At some point, the group of you had split up not long after arriving, everyone wandering off in different directions while you and Rachel stuck together. And, Rachel, naturally, wanted to stop at every single shop.

“Do I need another candle?”

“Not really.”

“What if it smells really nice?”

“You already own twelve that smell really nice.”

“And? Thirteen never hurt anyone.” You snort as she disappears towards yet another little shop. Shaking your head, you drift toward the stall beside you instead. Rows of hand-painted olive oil bottles sit alongside little ceramic dishes no bigger than your palm, each one more intricate than the last. You pick one up, turning it over in your hands.

A few minutes pass as you look at the bottle, checking the price twice before reluctantly placing it back where you found it. It’s beautiful, but not that beautiful.

Just then your stomach grumbles. You’d barely touched breakfast. Mornings and food had never really gone hand in hand for you. You figure it’s about time you find Rachel and grab something to eat.

Your eyes drift to the little shop she’d ducked into a few minutes ago.

“Rachel?” you call, stepping inside. The sweet scent of vanilla and lavender hits you immediately. Shelves lined with candles stretch from floor to ceiling, every available surface crowded with little jars, wax melts and ceramic holders. You look around but there is no sign of her.

Thinking she must’ve wandered into the next shop, you step back outside and poke your head into the boutique beside it.

Still nothing. You stop for a moment, scanning the street again. Somehow, she’d vanished. And well you’re not really surprised. After all, it wouldn’t exactly be out of character for Rachel to get distracted.

The chatter from the market begins to fade the farther you walk, replaced by the occasional clink of cutlery from cafés tucked away in quieter corners of town.

You pause in the middle of an alley. This definitely wasn’t the way you’d come. You glance over your shoulder and the rows of market stalls are no longer in sight, hidden somewhere beyond the maze of narrow cobbled streets.

“…Perfect.” You sigh as you fish for your phone. Only to find your pocket empty.

Right. Rachel had shoved it into her tote earlier because your pockets were too small. Of course.

You let out a quiet groan, turning another corner in the hope of finding your way back.

Instead, you find yourself in an even quieter lane. A handful of potted plants sit outside shuttered windows. Laundry sways lazily between two old stone buildings overhead. The afternoon sun barely reaches the ground here, the tall walls casting long patches of shade across the pavement.

You decide the smartest thing to do would be retrace your steps. A man brushes past you as you turn the corner.

You think nothing of it until, a few moments later, you catch him again out of the corner of your eye. He’s walking in the same direction, his gaze lingering for just a second too long before sliding away.

Probably a coincidence, you think and turn down another lane. So does he.

A small knot settles in your stomach.

You will yourself to not panic but pick up your pace nevertheless. It was a busy town full of tourists. People happened to walk in the same direction.

When you chance another glance over your shoulder, the distance between you hasn’t changed. Your mouth suddenly feels dry.

The footsteps behind you sound closer now.

A soft curse slips under your breath as you break into a run. The sound following you changes almost instantly. He’s running too.

Your breathing turns shallow as you fight the urge to look back again, your vision darting desperately from one unfamiliar street to the next. The market has long disappeared behind you, replaced by narrow lanes that all look frustratingly alike.

Your lower lip trembles despite your best efforts to steady it. You blink hard, refusing to let yourself cry. This is so not the time, tears!

You round another corner far too quickly—and slam straight into someone. A startled gasp tears from your throat as the force sends you stumbling backwards. Before you can hit the ground, large hands shoots out, steadying you by the waist.

“Hey—”

You don’t think. Your heart lodged somewhere in your throat, you shove against the stranger’s chest in blind panic, trying to wrench yourself free. You’re not going to get kidnapped. No way.

“Hey—hey.” His grip loosens almost immediately. “It’s me.”

Your breathing remains ragged.

“It’s me,” Seokjin repeats, quieter this time. “Look at me.”

The words cut through the panic just enough for you to finally do as you’re told and you lift your head. Warm brown eyes search yours, his brows drawn together in a frown. A few blond strands have fallen across his forehead, the rest of his features unusually stripped of their usual indifference.

“…Seokjin?”, you gasp.

Only then does Seokjin really look at you. Your chest is heaving beneath the thin white T-shirt now clinging to your skin, damp with sweat from running. Tiny wisps of hair have escaped your ponytail, sticking to your flushed cheeks and forehead. His gaze instinctively drops before he catches himself and looks away almost as quickly, clearing his throat under his breath.

Your eyes darts straight past Seokjin’s shoulder, searching the empty street behind him as though expecting someone to appear at any second. He catches the movement immediately and follows your line of sight, turning to look over his shoulder.

The lane is empty. His jaw flexes as his gaze returns to you, lingering over your tear-bright eyes and uneven breathing.

“What happened?”

For the first time since you started running, it sinks in that you’re safe. The tightness you’ve been holding in your chest finally snaps. Your eyes burn. You blink once, willing the tears away. Then again, but it doesn’t matter. The first tears slip away anyway, followed by another.

“Oh…”

You let out a shaky laugh that sounds far too close to a sob. Oh well, there was no stopping them now. The tears come all at once. Before you know it, you’re pitching forward, your forehead pressing against Seokjin’s chest as you sob. All the running catching up to you like if your body has decided for you that it can’t hold itself up anymore.

Seokjin goes rigid. For one bewildered second, he simply stands there, staring over your head, every instinct telling him to do something while simultaneously offering absolutely no clue what that something should be.

He can feel your shoulders shaking against him. Each breath comes in uneven little gasps, the kind that make your whole body jolt, like you’re trying to breathe and cry at the same time.

Without really thinking about it, one hand settles against the middle of your back. He rubs it once, awkwardly, then again, a little slower this time. The other comes to rest lightly against the back of your head.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, voice gentle. “You’re okay.”

It takes a long while before the sobs ease into uneven sniffles and your breathing begins to settle. Seokjin doesn’t rush you. He simply waits, hands falling away once he’s sure you’re steady enough to stand on your own.

He eventually walks over to the little convenience shop at the end of the street, returning with a bottle of water. He twists the cap loose before handing it to you, then gestures towards a weathered wooden bench.

“Sit.”

You do.

“What happened?”

You drag in a shaky breath. The cool water soothes your throat enough for you to finally speak.

“I lost Rachel at the market.” You let out a small, embarrassed laugh. “I thought she’d just wandered off into another shop, but I ended up getting lost instead. I couldn’t even call her because she had my phone.”

You swallow hard. “Then I noticed this man had been following me. He kept showing up behind me. Every time I turned into another street, he turned too. I thought I was imagining it at first, but…” You shake your head. “So I ran. He started running too. After that I don’t really remember where I was going. I just… kept running.”

Seokjin doesn’t interrupt once. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, his eyes never leaving your face. Suddenly, painfully, you become aware of how dramatic you must sound. Unable to bear the silence any longer, you let out an awkward little laugh.

“On the bright side…” You glance down at your trainers. “I definitely got my steps in.”

Still not speaking, Seokjin studies you for a long moment. There’s still a faint tremor in the hand wrapped around the water bottle. Your eyes are rimmed red, lashes clumped together from tears. You’d been terrified. He has half a mind to go back and look for the bastard.

The thought is interrupted by a loud growl unmistakably coming from your stomach.

Heat floods your face so quickly you swear it reaches the tips of your ears. Of all the moments. You keep your eyes firmly fixed on the bottle in your hand, wishing the ground would kindly open up and swallow you whole. From the corner of your eye, you catch the faintest twitch at the corner of Seokjin’s mouth. It’s gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

“When did you last eat?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

You clear your throat, still refusing to look at him. “Breakfast.”

Without another word, Seokjin pushes himself to his feet. You look up, confused, as he brushes the dust from his trousers before extending a hand in your direction.

“What?”

“Aren’t you hungry?” he says, “Come on.”

You blink at him, hesitating only a moment before placing your hand in his. His grip is warm and steady as he helps you to your feet, letting go the second you’re standing.

He starts walking. You find yourself falling into step beside him without another question.

-————————————————————————-

Half an hour later, the two of you find yourselves tucked away in a cosy little cafe hidden at the end of a cobbled side street. The place is small, barely a dozen tables, with mismatched wooden chairs and the comforting smell of fresh bread drifting from the kitchen.

Seokjin watches in amusement as you make quick work of the grilled chicken sandwich and rosemary fries you’d insisted were “way too much food” barely ten minutes earlier.

The corner of his mouth threatening to lift. You don’t notice his gaze until you’re reaching for the last fry. Your eyes flick from him to your plate before heat immediately creeps up your face. Right. You’d practically inhaled the entire meal.

Suddenly very aware of yourself, you slow down, forcing yourself to take much smaller bites as though that somehow erased the last ten minutes you were busy hogging the food on the table.

“…What?”

“Nothing.”

Once you’ve finished, you set your fork down and wipe your hands on the napkin before looking across the table at him.

“…Thank you.”

He glances up.

“For lunch.” You offer him a small smile. “And… for earlier, too.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He tells you before giving a small nod.

You sit in silence for another moment until curiosity gets the better of you.

“What were you doing in that alley anyway?”

“I was at my studio.”

You look at him, confusion written plainly across your face.

“Studio?”

“Mm.” He sets his coffee down. “It’s a little outside town. I’ve had it for a few years now.”

You look at him expectantly, waiting for the rest.

“I go there to paint.”

Your eyes widen as you search his face, half expecting him to admit he was joking.

“You paint? Like actually?”

The look on your face draws a quiet laugh from him. He can’t quite help it. Your brows are practically in your hairline, your lips parted ever so slightly as you continue to stare at him in complete disbelief.

“What?” he asks, a hint of amusement still lingering in his voice. “Is it that hard to believe?”

“N-No.” You shake your head a little too quickly. “It’s not that.”

“Then?”

“It’s just….” You search for the right words, gesturing vaguely with your hands. “I always pictured you doing… I don’t know, literally anything else. Partying, travelling, gaming….painting genuinely would’ve been the last thing to cross my mind.”

Something flickers across his face. He tilts his head ever so slightly, his eyes settling on yours with renewed interest making you suddenly squirm on your seat.

“So…” he says slowly, “You think about me? Tell me more.”

The question catches you completely off guard. Your eyes widen, flush immediately creeping up your neck.

Is he flirting with you? There could be no way, right? You shake your head to snap yourself out of your delusion.

“What? No—I mean— that’s not..” You let out a laugh. “I meant everyone has an image of you.

“I just meant everyone has an image of you. And hey, you aren’t exactly the average person,” the words come tumbling out before you can stop them. “It’s not a you thing. I mean, it is a you thing, but only because everyone knows who you are.” You continue, feeling strangely compelled to defend yourself.

A knowing smirk settles at the corner of Seokjin’s mouth. He lets the silence stretch, watching you flounder, it’s painfully obvious he's enjoying every second of this.

Deciding the only way forward is to abandon the conversation entirely, you clear your throat.

“So…” You reach for your glass, avoiding his eyes. “Since when have you been painting?”

Thankfully, he lets you change the subject.

“I was nine when I started,” he says. “Never really stopped after that.” He takes another sip of his coffee before adding almost as an afterthought, “The landscape hanging in the hallway outside your room at the manor is mine.”

You stare at him. That painting is incredible. You’d assumed it belonged to some artist Mrs. Kim had discovered on one of her many trips abroad.

“…Wow. I… didn’t know,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him.

But he hears it. Seokjin watches you for a moment, his head tilting ever so slightly. Suddenly, he leans forward, resting an arm against the edge of the table. The movement is subtle, but it somehow makes the space between you feel much smaller.

His eyes meet yours. When he speaks, his voice is low and even, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

-————————————————————————-

“Oh my fucking God! You really were trying to give me a heart attack!”

Rachel all but shouts the moment you come into view.

By the time you’d made it back to the little square where everyone had agreed to meet, the rest of the group was already waiting. Seokjin had walked you over from the café and, despite it being barely a ten-minute walk, you were quiet grateful he had. The lingering unease in your chest from the encounter earlier hadn’t quite faded yet.

“Where the hell did you disappear to?” the two of you blurt out at the exact same time.

You both stop, glaring at one another. Rachel is the first to crack. Her lower lip juts out into an exaggerated pout.

“I was so worried,” she whines. “You didn’t even have your phone. I need to put an AirTag on you!”

You huff and fold your arms across your chest.

“You should be extra nice to me now.”

Rachel either doesn’t hear you or chooses not to. She’s already rummaging through the paper bags hanging from her arm.

“Aha!”

Before you can ask what she’s doing, she plops an outrageously colourful crocheted bucket hat onto your head. The thing is an assault on the eyes. Neon pink melts into sunflower yellow, electric blue collides with lime green, and somehow there’s even a strip of orange wedged in between.

“There!” She claps her hands together, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “I knew this was so you the second I saw it.”

You reach up instinctively, fingers brushing the hat. It is… something. It is so hideous that it is almost charming.

From the corner of your eye, you catch Seokjin watching you. You think it’s almost a smile, but it’s gone before you can make sense of it.

“Oh, wait!”

Rachel digs through another bag before pulling out an almost identical hat and shoving it onto her own head. You take one look at each other and immediately burst into laughter.

Dan deadpans, “Perfect. If either of you gets lost again, they’ll spot you from space.”

A round of laughter breaks out

“Seokjinnie, take our picture!”

Rachel holds out her phone. Seokjin barely glances at it before pulling his own from his pocket.

“My camera’s better,” he says. “I’ll send them to both of you.”

You and Rachel immediately fall into increasingly ridiculous poses, laughing so hard that half the photos are probably unusable anyway.

“Show us!” Rachel says the moment he’s finished.

Seokjin glances down at the screen.

“…My phone died.”

Rachel groans dramatically.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

____________________________________________

Which one looks better?

You hold up the two pair of earrings in front of the mirror, turning your head from one side to the other.

You’re wearing a soft pink midi dress with a sweetheart neckline and subtle floral embroidery along the hem. It’s simple, elegant and just dressy enough for an occasion like this. You’d bought it months ago after convincing yourself it was an investment piece. One nice dress you could wear over and over again. Paired with nude block heels you’d practically lived in for every wedding and formal event over the last three years.

Your makeup is light—a little concealer, mascara, softly lined eyes and a muted pink lip. Your hair falls in loose curls, half pinned back with a small pearl clip.

Rachel steps up beside you, squinting at your reflection.

“Hmm…” She reaches over, swapping one pair of earrings for the other. “Definitely these.”

You give yourself one last look in the mirror before taking a slow breath.

Tonight marks the first official wedding celebration. Over the past few days, the manor has gradually filled with relatives, old family friends and close friends flying in from different corner of the world.

Your palms are a little clammy as you follow Rachel outside.

The back gardens have been transformed into an open-air celebration. Lanterns hang from the branches of old olive trees, casting pools of golden light over the winding paths. Round tables dressed in crisp ivory linen overlook the vineyards beyond, each one overflowing with white hydrangeas, garden roses and flickering lanterns. A jazz trio plays beneath a pergola draped in climbing jasmine as guests mingle with champagne flutes in hand.

The scene is so impossibly picturesque it barely feels real. And, as always, you feel just a little out of place.

It’s not that you aren’t confident or don’t know how to carry yourself. You know how to read a room, when to not speak, and, more importantly, when to excuse yourself from a conversation.

And yet you never quite shake the feeling that you don’t belong in rooms like these. Which when you think about it, is only the truth. Catching yourself slipping down that familiar train of thought, the same one that always seems to creep in at any Kim family celebrations, you mentally scold yourself.

You smooth an imaginary crease from your dress before accepting a champagne flute from a passing waiter.

An hour later, you find yourself standing with Rachel and a small group of her cousins and family friends, quietly listening as the conversation drifts from art auctions to ski trips to charity gala taking place later in the summer.

After a while, your attention begins to drift.

Your gaze wanders aimlessly before landing, almost by accident, on Seokjin.

He’s standing with his father and a handful of older men, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trouser and a champagne flute resting loosely in the other as he listens to whatever is being said.

He’s dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit paired with a crisp white shirt, the top few buttons left undone and the sleeves rolled back just enough to reveal his watch. His blond hair is swept neatly back, save for a few loose strands that have escaped to fall across his forehead.

The soft evening light catches the sharp line of his jaw as he turns his head, something one of the men says drawing a small smile from him.

It would be a blatant lie to say he doesn’t look infuriatingly handsome. It would be a bigger one to say your traitorous heart didn’t skip a beat again. As though sensing your attention, he turns his head ever so slightly. Your eyes snap back to the conversation before he has the chance to catch you looking.

Rachel excuses herself when Mrs. Kim calls her over, leaving you with the small circle of guests. “I’ll be back in two minutes,” Rachel promises before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely have time to take another sip of your champagne before the conversation shifts.

The conversation drifts to the recent restoration of Ashcombe House, one of the country’s oldest privately owned estates.

“…..which is exactly why I still think they’ve overdone it,” one of the older women says.

“Seems like they’ve also restored half the charm out of it.” A woman beside him laughs.

“You’re impossible, Sandra. Had they left it the way it was, you’d have complained it was falling apart.”

“There’s something to be said for letting old places show their age.”

You find yourself smiling.

“I think both of you are right, actually.”

You speak before you can stop yourself. Several pair of eyes look at your direction.

“You want to preserve it well enough that it’ll still be standing a hundred years from now,” you say before you can second-guess yourself, “but if you restore away every crack and every imperfection, it stops feeling like a place that’s actually lived through those hundred years.”

One of the older women offers a polite smile and gives you an approving nod, “That’s…a good way of putting it. Have you been to Ashcombe?”

“No.” You shake your head with a small laugh. “Just read far too much about it.”

She smiles, clearly amused.

“Well, you certainly sound like someone who has.”

The woman standing next to you chuckles, turning towards you with newfound interest. “Have you always been interested in restoration, then?”

“Architecture more than restoration,” you admit with a smile. “But I’ve always found the process fascinating.”

“How lovely.” She says. “Was it your family’s estate that sparked the interest?”

You blink, momentarily caught off guard by the question. “Oh, no,” you answer. “Nothing like. My family’s never owned an estate.”

“I see.” Her smile remains perfectly polite, but something shifts all the same. Another quiet pause settles over the group. It’s subtle enough that nobody else would probably notice, but you do. The conversation resumes a moment later, only now it seems to flow around you instead of through you.

The realization settles in your stomach with uncomfortable familiarity. Taking the hint, you offer a polite smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to find the restroom.”

If they hear you, they don’t show it.

You lock the powder room door behind you and let out a slow breath, meeting your own gaze in the mirror.

The burn of the subtle humiliation still stings, but you remind yourself not to make more of it than it was. It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself. You stay there for another five minutes, giving yourself just enough time to collect your thoughts before smoothing your dress one last time.

You straighten your shoulders before heading back out with a silent resolution to keep to the sidelines for the rest of the evening. This way you still get to enjoy your evening.

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For what has to be the tenth time tonight, Seokjin smoothly sidesteps yet another conversation about his love life.

Apparently, no amount of championships, endorsements or business ventures will ever be as interesting as whether he’s finally seeing someone seriously.

However, he has long since mastered the art of smiling at the right moments, offering vague answers and steering the conversation elsewhere, all without appearing remotely bothered.

It’s exhausting nonetheless.

His attention drifts before he can stop it. And for the nth time this evening, his eyes instinctively scan the gardens. You’re nowhere to be found.

His mind flickers back to the conversation you’d been having with a few of his aunts earlier. He remembers catching only a glimpse from across the lawn, just enough to notice your smile falter before you’d excused yourself. For a fleeting moment, he wonders whether someone had said something they shouldn’t have. It won’t be far fetched considering his aunts.

Then he dismisses the thought almost as quickly as it arrives. Whatever it was, it has nothing to do with him.

His phone vibrating in his pocket provides a welcome distraction. Glancing at the screen, he murmurs a quick apology to the group before stepping away to answer the call.

His PR manager sounds equal parts exasperated and resigned as she reminds him that, for future reference, leaving the hotel separately from a Victoria’s Secret model would’ve spared everyone a great deal of trouble. The tabloids had already decided he’d found the love of his life, and convincing them otherwise was proving considerably more difficult than expected.

Seokjin listens with half an ear, “offering the occasional, distracted “Mm.”

Just as he turns to head back towards the party, someone walks straight into him.

“Oh my God—I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you rush out, the apology tumbling over itself as you steady yourself. The moment you look up, your eyes widen.

“Seokjin.”

One corner of his mouth lifts.

“I’m flattered but you do know there are better ways to greet people yes?”

Heat immediately creeps into your cheeks.

He watches the colour bloom across your face, warm and impossibly soft beneath the garden lights. Before he can stop himself, an absurd thought crosses his mind—that he wants to brush his knuckles over your cheek, just once, if only to find out whether they’re as warm as they look.

“I’m sorry, okay?” you mumble, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from your hair. “And, for the record, it’s only happened twice.”

A quiet huff of amusement escapes him. “Where were you off to, anyway? Don’t tell me you were trying to sneak?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what? No?”

Seokjin watches your flustered expression with unmistakable satisfaction.

“I was just escaping Rachel," you sigh, before he can make anything more of it. "Rachel's been pulling me from one conversation to the next all night and I love her, I do but...” You exhale. "I needed five minutes."

Seokjin looks at you for a moment. "That makes two of us," he murmurs

You glance up at him quickly, like you weren't expecting him to say that.

"So." You hold a finger to your lips, a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. "You saw nothing. I saw nothing."

You turn and leave before he can get a word in. Seokjin stays exactly where he is, watching you go, the faint trace of your perfume lingering in the space you just left.

You bother him.

That's the only word for it. Ever since you showed up, you've been bothering him. He hasn't worked out why his camera roll has a photo of you in that hideous hat that he has had every opportunity to delete and hasn't. He'd like to think he just forgot, but that's not it and he knows it. Or why, he took one of you at all, not you and Rachel, just you. Or why, when you'd buried your face in his chest in that alley, his heart had stuttered. Or why, more nights than he'd like to admit, he keeps coming back to the feel of you against him — and the fact that he hasn't quite been able to want it to not happen again. And why, on the terrace, he'd stepped closer than he should have, close enough to feel the warmth coming off you & enough to notice the small mole just above your lip — and then spent the better part of that night wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

He reminds himself, not for the first time this week, that you're his baby sister's best friend. That you are, by every reasonable measure, off limits — not that that's ever been enough of a problem before. You weren't his usual type by any stretch. He’s never once had to talk himself out of something like this before, which, he thinks, is its own problem entirely.

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Being jealous around your yandere!boyfriend brings him so much delight.

“Baby, no one’s going to take me from you,” he murmurs against your ear, almost shaking with excitement and devotion. “I’m all yours, completely and utterly yours.”

To be wanted and desired by you, to feel your possession… it’s thrilling, he can hardly contain his growing arousal.

Just knowing that your heart twists with jealousy when another person flirts with him brings him immense satisfaction. It goes both ways, just like you belong to him and HIM alone, he belongs to you! He wouldn’t dare allow someone to touch him, he’s yours!

That’s how it’s supposed to be!

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a jealous yoongi. sfw

“What are you laughing at? I don’t see anything funny.” He cant look at you. He stares out the car window instead.

“Because you’re jealous.” You reply. “When he wasn’t doing anything.”

“He was-“ Yoongi starts, but, defending his case would just make it worse. He brings his knees up to his chest, resting his arms on his knees.

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Jin..Jin...Jin...

It this is ooc throw tomatoes at me please I have zero idea what Jin fans really want!!! I hope this lands!

How long can Jin keep a straight face before your antics in public become too much?

Poker face. Jin sfw (? a bit suggestive)

The fabric of his tie tightens as you slide the knot with your hands.

“You look handsome.” You praise, smoothing his crisp dress shirt with your palms. Jin is fixing his hair in the nearest reflection. He doesn’t say anything at first, focused.

“I know. Thank you.”

“Is this event stressing you out? Youve been quiet.”

He glances at you. His stylist had fixed you up nicely, probably nicer than he would have if he had the time.

“I just have to keep appearances,” he admits. “The consequences of being an idol….”

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BTS members reactions when their S/O wears a revealing outfit

Warning: fluff

Feat: RM, JIN, SUGA, J-HOPE, JIMIN, TAEHYUNG, JUNGKOOK

Thank you for supporting my previous writing about these babies✨🫠

RM 🐨

— "Baby, you look stunning! But please, don't give other men a reason to see what's mine. This look is for Namjoon ONLY, okay?"

— Of course even if you explain it to him! You'll never win against him. So you ended up changing your clothes.

JIN 🦙

— " Yah! You look wonderful! You can change now"

— He did praise you! But he suddenly handed you a new pair of clothes. Of course! typical Jin!. Well at least he appreciates it.

SUGA 🐱

— "Hm?"

— Believe me! This man doesn't need to say anything! His serious face! his eyes! Were already saying "Go change" so you did change.

J-HOPE 🐿️

— "What a fashionista! Babe you look stunning"

— He likes seeing you wear beautiful clothes! But believe me! he will not let you wear something like that! Outside. BELIEVE ME.

JIMIN 🐥

— "Oooh, baby! Are you sure you want to leave looking like this?"

— He loves seeing you wear such elegant and sexy clothes! However! Those clothes will not last on yah! Why? Because he'll take it off from you himself!

TAEHYUNG 🐯

— "Will you believe me if I say you look amazing? But I don’t want you wearing that out in public, where everyone can stare at you"

— Of course you do! So you can't help it! You head back inside your room and change your clothes.

JUNGKOOK 🐇

— "Damn girl! You look good!"

— You're happy that he likes it!, You even twirl for him! To show him the whole look of the clothes. He then said " "But I don’t like sharing. So either you change, or we aren’t leaving this place at all"

— well, you should change.

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did you forget about back home? [M]

pairing: husband!Seokjin x wife!reader

genre: Established relationship (arranged marriage) au; smut

word count: 6.1k

rating: 18+/MDNI

summary: There's a certain amount of expectations placed on a husband and wife when both are the successors to their families' respective companies. Most pressing after making sure the respective businesses are running smoothly? Keeping the family line going, of course. Unfortunately for you and Seokjin, the two of you have been so preoccupied with work that you've neglected to attend to that part of your responsibilities.

warnings: Very thin plot. Discussions of pregnancy and having kids. Explicit sexual content: use of pet names (daddy is used once), multiple orgasms, praise, dirty talk, oral sex (m/f receiving), crying during sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie. Very sweet, cloyingly tooth-rotting smut :')

credits: Dividers from diviniyae.

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mdni bf! Jin as your boyfriend

bf! Jin likes to make sure you're well fed, softening you up with a knowing grin as he tilts his head. "Here, try this," or "take another bite for me," and "that's it, you're doing so well for me."

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Hatred is in the air, or could it be love?

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word count: 11.4k

This is for the lovely anon who asked for a one bed trope, enemies to lovers fic. This actually turned out longer than I planned it to be. To the anon who requested, I really hope you like it. Feel free to send me another ask to let me know your thoughts. And to everyone else reading, I hope you all enjoy this one as well. I loved writing it very much. 🫶💜

AU: Enemies to lovers, Friends to enemies to lovers, best friends brother, one bed, idiots in love, misunderstandings, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Smut (minors dni!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Summary: When your best friend Jeon Jungkook invites you to a trip he won to Hawaii with him and his girlfriend, you agreed, thinking maybe the fourth person would end up being one of your mutual friends. Nope, of course it had to be his brother, who also happened to be your worst enemy. To make matters worse, you had to share a room with none other than Kim Seokjin himself, with only one bed. Just great.

Jeon Jungkook was your best friend. Your ride or die. Your partner in crime. You could talk to him, or go to him about anything. It’s been that way ever since that day in middle school when a girl constantly bullied you for being too smart. Jeongguk had come to your rescue that day, scared the living daylights out of that girl with his tattoos and piercings before telling you that the girl was just jealous because you were pretty, and smart. Oddly enough, as attractive as your new friend was, you never became more than friends. There was one day, in freshman year of high school you decided to ‘test the waters’, and kiss, but you both felt absolutely nothing and decided to stick with your friendship, which was still going strong now.

Jeon Jungkook was your best friend, but you absolutely loathed his brother. Why on earth your partner in crime had to have such an annoying piece of work as a family member was beyond you.

“Come again?” You asked your best friend in incredulity as he just stated that Seokjin would be joining in on your once of a lifetime trip to Hawaii that he won with his work promotion. All expenses paid, including a round trip flight and the hotel. You would just need to bring food money, and spending money in case you wanted to buy anything. It was JK, his girlfriend Lea of one year, who was really sweet, and you and her clicked immediately. Of course, he invited you as well, best friend privileges and all that. You should have expected the final person to be Seokjin, and yet, you refused to believe it, hoping that he might bring one of your mutual friends along instead, like Jimin, for instance, but nope, it just had to be his brother.

“He’s my brother, Y/n, what did you expect?” Jungkook sighed rather dramatically. “Look, I know that the two of you don’t exactly get along, but-“

“Gee, I wonder why that is? Oh right… Maybe because he told the guy I had a major crush on that I had slept with half the school which was a complete lie, I was a fucking virgin! It completely ruined my chances with Jeremy, for no reason whatsoever!” You fumed as if it was just yesterday.

“Y/n, come on, it was years ago, and he did try apologizing to you. Can’t you just bury the hatchet, for me? Atleast for this trip? I’m not asking you to be friends, just be cordial. I already talked to him, and he said he can do that.” Your best friend tried to reason with you.

“Well of course he did, that jackass. All to just one up me and be the better person, is that right?” You rolled your eyes so far back into your skull that you should have been afraid they might get stuck there.

“I think he just-“

You didn’t care to hear what the rest of that sentence would be. “I can be cordial, JK, because I’m your best friend, and I would never do anything to ruin this trip for you. As long as he doesn’t do anything to purposely get a rise out of me, I will keep myself in check.”

A smile spread across Jungkook’s face, satisfied with your answer. “That’s all I ask. You’re the best, have I ever told you that?”

“All the time, but I still enjoy hearing it.” You laughed.

You didn’t think things would get any worse than Kim Seokjin joining in on the trip, but you were sorely mistaken. Or… Maybe you just didn’t hear things right, that had to be it.

“I’m sorry, come again?” The poor girl at the desk winced at your tone, giving you an apologetic look.

“It’s only the two rooms available, just like was stated in the itinerary, did you not read it? This is a couples trip, in Maui, a place a lot of couples go…” She stated.

You turned your judging eyes to Jungkook, who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish. “I-“

“You didn’t read the itinerary?” You grated out through your teeth.

“I didn’t think I needed to…” Jungkook defended himself, and Lea, bless her heart, stayed quiet.

“Who reads an itinerary?” Your arch nemesis opened his big annoying mouth.

“Did you really just ask that? I have to share a room with you, all because he didn’t read it. I would rather sleep outside in the dirt!” You admonished.

Seokjin rolled his eyes in disbelief. “Then why don’t you?”

“Why don’t you?!” You bit back.

“I’m not the one who said that I would, that would be you, so be my guest.” He gestured his hands toward the door.

You fumed. “I hate you. I really do.”

The girl at the front desk looked like she wanted to be anywhere else right about now. “Um, so-“

“Don’t mind them… We’ll take the rooms.” Your best friend was now giving an apologetic look to the receptionist, accepting the keys and a booklet of some suggestions for ‘couples activities”. What a joke.

Just because you were going to Maui, didn’t mean you thought only couples came here. The thought of people assuming Seokjin to be your boyfriend? It was laughable.

Your best friend practically fled to his hotel room with Lea, stating that it was late, and he wanted to rest up for the day tomorrow, but you knew in actuality that he was just trying to avoid your wrath. You let it slide, for now.

“Well, what should we do, babe?” Seokjin gave you a condescending smirk.

“Call me that again, and I’ll wake you up in the morning by washing your mouth out with soap.” You gave him a deadly glare.

His response was to snort. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes, don’t test me, and also, ‘we’,” You gestured back and forth between the both of you. “Are not doing anything. I’m going to the jacuzzi to relax after this fiasco, by myself. You better not follow me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, as if I want to hear you complain at me more, dear.” He teased.

“Don’t call me that either.” You growled before storming off, leaving an amused Seokjin behind as you made your way to the spacious hotel spa that overlooked the ocean, and it was surprisingly empty, even better. You could relax by yourself. You needed this after being in such close proximity to Seokjin after years of pretending he didn’t exist. You hadn’t seen the guy since he graduated high school and ended up owning his own company, until now.

The truth was, you hadn’t always hated your best friends brother. The first time you ever went over to Jungkook’s house and officially met Seokjin, you actually had a crush on him. He was your first crush, and you had it bad, but you never said anything because you didn’t want your best friend to think you were just his friend only to go after his brother, so he never knew. You’ve been best friends with JK for so long now that you didn’t think he would feel that way anymore, but none of that mattered now. You pushed your feelings down long ago, thinking it was for the best.

Then… You met Jeremy, the one who finally got you to get over your unrequited crush, because let’s be real, Seokjin wouldn’t have wanted his brothers best friend. Never gave you any kind of inclination that he liked you that way, and it was proven that he didn’t like you at all when he ruined everything by telling Jeremy what he told him. It was cruel, and completely uncalled for. You went home and cried yourself to sleep when your crush came up to you and said he would never go for a slut like you, that Jin had told him you already slept with half the school. You didn’t go to school for a whole entire week because of it, feigning being sick to your parents, so you had no idea that Jeremy ended up with bruises and a broken nose. You had no idea the reason why Seokjin had gotten suspended for a while. You figured it was because he was an asshole, because he was.

He hated you so much that he had to go and ruin everything, and from that day forward, you hated him. You hated him with everything you had in you because he was just a jerk who thought he could go and mess with your life like that. Jungkook was even mad at his brother for a while, but he seemed to forgive him pretty quickly. You never held it against him for that, because Seokjin was his family, his brother. If Jungkook wanted to forgive him, then he was allowed to, but you on the other hand, could never forgive him.

Your thoughts drifted away from Jeongguk’s ass of a brother as the hot jacuzzi water seeped into your bones, and you closed your eyes as you relaxed for a while. You were going to make the most of this trip. You wouldn’t let the likes of Kim Seokjin ruin things again. Maybe you’d even meet some cute hawaiin guy to romance you. That would be nice.

Once you made it back to your hotel room to get some sleep for the night, slipping the key card in before quietly opening the door, you noticed Seokjin was fast asleep on the couch, his long limbs curled up in obvious discomfort, his neck craned in a way that you were sure would hurt in the morning. You felt a pang of guilt, but it dissipated just as fast as it came. You refused to feel bad, the jerk deserved a little discomfort after what he did to you back in high school. You slipped under the covers with that thought, and it didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, it was well past breakfast time. You didn’t mean to sleep in so late on vacation, and after rubbing your sleepy eyes, you spotted a brown paper bag on the table, and a cup of coffee next to it. You frowned, spotting the note left to the side, picking it up to read it.

‘Eat some breakfast, we’ll be out by the beach. Jungkookie and Lea want to go on a helicopter ride.’

You scowled as you balled the note up in your fist before tossing it in the trash, along with the food. As incredible as it smelled, you didn’t need food from the enemy. Yes, you were that petty. What game was he playing at anyway? It was obviously some kind of trick because there was no way he would be getting you food out of the kindness of his heart. His heart was filled with darkness, surely. He was the villain in your story.

You got ready fairly quick, putting some light make up on, but you didn’t focus on your hair too much, throwing it up into a ponytail since you’d be going on a helicopter, and who knew what else your best friend had planned. You gave him props for the first idea, it sounded nice to fly around and look at all of the sights. Slipping on a pair of shorts and a floral top, you headed to meet them at the beach, completely ignoring Seokjin to sit by Lea instead. Of course, he couldn’t give you peace because next thing you knew, he was plopping down beside you.

You gave him an exasperated look. “What do you want?”

“How was the food?” He asked instead of answering you.

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Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: After a grueling heartbreak and ending an almost ten-year relationship, your local writer girlie is baaaack (with more emotional baggages that she should probably unpack in therapy but instead chooses to be overproductive so she wouldn't think about how she's now alone). I doooo hope you enjoy this! <33

Masterlist, Season 2

Prologue

You felt him before you could even open your eyes.

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UNHOLY MATRIMONY (S) 𐙚 JJK

masterlist ✉︎

SUMMARY. Divorce is messy, especially with your beloved penthouse on the line. One drink and a keycard later, you remember how your soon-to-be-ex-husband got you so hooked on him in the first place, but you've always been good at turning the game in your favor.

word count. 7.0k

warnings. dom!jungkook x sub!reader, jk is a mean evil dom, slight dub con themes, creampie, mirror sex, voyeurism, window sex, refers to reader as b*tch and sl*t, degradation, impact play, choking, penetrative sex, rough sex, light mentions of drinking, overstimulation, reader and jk are bitter insane rich exs

note. and i’m back!! thank you so much for showering dealer jk with so much love! i appreciate the kind comments so so much. today i bring to you rich frustrated ex husband jk. and an equally insane toxic ex wife y/n. i really hope you enjoy this fic, it’s not as edited as it could be so i apologize in advance for any grammar errors. please make sure to read the warnings, jk refers to reader as b*tch and sl*t repeatedly and he is NOT NICE. slight elements of dub con as well. ofc, this fic is meant to be purely fiction and does not represent jungkook in any manner. no character in this story is based on anyone in real life

taglist. @mellyyyyyyx , @bammbi-jeon127, @swagtimemachinecherryblossom, @whothefuckisthishoe, @intoxicataeing, @hrttaeri, @danesbutterfly, @siasingh18, @dreamersparacosm, @olyd, @lovingkoalaface

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“What the fuck do you want?”

Your gaze snapped upwards, your lips pausing at the rim of your manhattan.

“Hello, hubby.” A light curve grazed your polished lips, you knew that would get under his skin.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He scoffed and sat down at the stool next to you. Your soon-to-be-ex-husband was an attractive man no doubt. Attraction was truly, never an issue between the two of you. And somehow, since your negotiations had started he’d been dressing even better.

His muscled thighs spread, straining against his dark slacks and he rested an inked hand on the crux of his thigh, the other splayed across the dark marbled counter of the bar. His fingers drummed on the counter; silver rings dinging deliciously, before he extended his hand out, snatching the glass out of your hand and bringing it to his pierced lips. You raised a brow at his bold gesture, but let him drink regardless. Cute, he still wanted to share your spit.

He sipped and hissed, “Gross.”

The dimmed lights of the bar cast a shadow on his angled features and strangely youthful eyes. The curve of his jaw even sharper than you remembered, and the faint scar on his cheek that gave him an attractive ruggedness. Your eyes trailed down him, his white button down tugged up his arms enough to give you a clear view of the busy pieces of artwork inked onto him. Had he gotten more done since you last saw him? He clearly had been working out, as if he needed it at all with his broad firm figure. He always took up way too much space, his casual arrogance and musky cologne filling the room even if it was a small hotel bar.

“Checking me out, my love?” His eyes watched over yours trailing him up and down, the old term of endearment leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that only alcohol and Jungkook could give you.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You mocked, with a lazy grin. His jaw twitched and his eyes narrowed, he scoffed and looked away.

“You do look good, husband..” You leaned forward, catching your glass back from his calloused hands. One manicured nail ran down his palm in the process. Jungkook’s adams apple bobbed up and down as he felt the touch, and he winced away.

“Seriously, why the fuck did you call me here?” If he was flattered by your compliment, he didn’t show it. His teeth clenched lightly, small but significant enough for you to notice. His patience always wore thin around you, and it got worse day by day.

“Jungkook, so intense. I called you for a friendly meeting, remember?” You sighed.

When you had suggested the meeting over text, the first one-to-one conversation you had with the handsome man in months, he had replied with a laughing reaction. You two could barely be civil in front of your lawyers in official proceedings, meeting in person alone was out of the picture. But strangely enough, the next day Jungkook had come around.

“Cut the shit.” He shoved a frustrated hand through his hair. “Continue.”

You licked your painted lips and slid open the manila folder resting beside you. You looked down, reading off. “So in your claims of…” you lifted two fingers to make air quotes, “your rightful claims. Why has your skank of a lawyer listed the Hong Kong penthouse? I was the one who wanted the property.”

He leaned his head back and barked out a sharp laugh. “Are you fucking serious? You think it’s yours because you had the idea? I paid for the fucking renovations. Every wall, every window. Without me it was just concrete.”

Your grin sharpened. “And without me, it’s a glorified bachelor’s shoebox with tacky taste. I made it a home, Jungkook. Which is exactly why your lawyer should back the fuck off.”

He clicked his tongue, taking another sip of your drink. “Don’t make me laugh. You just can’t stand the thought of me keeping something you touched. This isn’t even about the property, it’s about you losing control.”

“Oh, please.” Your foot nudged at him, “I wasn’t the control freak between the two of us, baby.”

His eyes narrowed, lip curling. “Shut up.. “ He paused, shifting uncomfortably, and then continued “And don't think I don’t know what you’ve been doing. Hiring detectives, digging for dirt. You’re trying to catch me slipping so you can build your little case against me.”

You tilted your head, eyes scaling him up and down. “Paranoid as ever. Maybe I just like watching you.”

His jaw ticked and his tongue poked at the side of his cheek, frustration darkening his face. “You’ll twist anything, won’t you? Every word out of your mouth is bait.”

You smirked, leaning in just enough for your perfume to cut through the alcohol on his breath. “Bait only works if you’re hungry, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up but his mouth closed, at a loss for words. You let the silence hang for a beat before striking again “We spent nights against that ridiculous glass window in Hong Kong, remember? Anyone could’ve seen us. Maybe they did.” You plucked a cherry from the empty glass and swirled it in your mouth. “Of course I want the penthouse.”

He went quiet, gaze heavy as it dragged over your mouth like a blade. The pause stretched, thick with something dangerous.

Finally, he muttered, voice low. “What wicked games are you playing now, woman?”

A soft laugh slipped from you, mocking and sweet. “Always so suspicious. Not every move I make is a game.”

“Bullshit.” His knee brushed yours under the bar, deliberate, heavy, testing the waters.

Your smile curled, and you caught the way his gaze littered over your low neckline. “I’m a very serious woman, Jungkook. I truly don’t play games and I don’t say much without meaning.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes but his gaze was different, heavier hooded. And an obvious bulge started to strain against his slacks. Still didn’t take much from him. “And what are you trying to say now?”

You let the words drip, silken, “Why don’t we relive our penthouse nights tonight? Make it even filthier this time.” Your hand reached and rested dangerously close to his clothed member. “You sure look like you need it.”

At first, Jungkook was silent, and you thought he was going to walk out. But slowly, a smirk curved over his lips. “Yeah,” he drawled, leaning back with lazy arrogance, “You know what, it’s about time I put you back in your place.”

You slid off the barstool, heels clicking as you brushed past him. Jungkook followed, broad frame shadowing yours all the way to the front desk. His hand pressed against the small of your back, more of a claim than a guide, while he murmured something low to the clerk. A keycard slid across the counter, and he snatched it up without looking back.

The walk to the room was silent, heavy with everything neither of you said. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you were both all over each other.

Jungkook’s hands were eager and unforgiving, digging and gripping at every inch of skin he hadn’t touched in the last few months. His palm rubbed against your clothed ass, gripping harshly. His mouth wasn’t as kind and soft as it looked. His lips kissed yours bruisingly, his tongue relentlessly exploring your mouth. His mouth tasted like the velvety taste of your manhattan, and the bitterness of cigarette smoke.

“Mmm…” You moaned into his mouth, head angled as you kissed back. But you couldn’t keep up with your soon-to-be ex husband’s pace. He was too far gone.

One large hand snuck up your curved back and yanked your head back, fingers deep into your scalp. “Of course you fucking look like this.” He hissed out, dark eyes taking in your appearance, “Of course you fucking look like this while you’re trying to come for everything I own.”

You huffed out a laugh only to be yanked back further into the wall, you let out a small whimper of pain as he gripped at your hair harder. He leaned down, licking a thick stripe on the base of your neck. “Thought I was gonna be easy on you, bitch?” His tone reeked with mocking sympathy, his teeth nibbled at your skin.

Jungkook was usually so gentle on you while you were still married, passionate nonetheless, but so opposite of the dark angry demeanor of the man in front of you. You should have pushed off him, told him to behave or tell him it’s a bad idea to fuck each others brains out in the middle of divorce proceedings, but Jungkook’s rough touch and demeaning tone had your brain melted and a familiar warmth starting to spread into your lower belly.

Jungkook didn’t like your silence and felt a deep smack on your ass, the sting causing you to push off the wall and into his unmoving chest. “Jungkook!” You gasped out.

“I’m not going to be fucking nice to you now, Y/N.” He said through gritted teeth. He spun you around so your back was pressed into his chest and tits were smashed against the wall. His hand rabidly worked with the dark cloth of your dress, pushing it up against your back. Your head spun when the cold rush of air kissed at your panties and bare thighs, your arousal now evident as ever to Jungkook's burning gaze. It coated the upper part of your thighs and left a pool of sticky liquid in your panties. Jungkook let out a rush of air taking in the new sight. Not only were you sopping wet, you were sopping wet in the lingerie set he had bought you.

“Fucking slut..” He hissed, he scrunched the fabric of your dress further up before running a finger at your clothed slit. You shivered in delight, but didn’t dare say a word as he drank the sight of you up.

“So you like that I’m not being nice to you, huh?” He leaned and whispered in the shell of your ear. You nodded, slowly and turned your head to capture his gaze. Jungkook’s eyes were half lidded and a flush seemed to have crawled up his neck and onto his cheeks. He looked drunk, crazed, just like he always did when he had seen you this way.

“Can’t believe your wearing the fucking panties I got you.. you’re fucking twisted..” He continued, as he slid your panties to the side with two fingers. Your arousal left thick gooey strings clinging to your panties, and you watched him intently as he licked his lips. Jungkook ran the pad of his finger up your slit, gingerly. Not adding enough pleasure for you to feel much more than a tingle. You shifted backwards, ass perking out to his hand, begging for some more friction. Begging for some relief from your pulsing heat.

He chuckled dryly, “Like a bitch in heat.”

“Jungkook please…” You tried, pathetically nuzzling back further into his hand. Your insolence resulted in a sharp slap right at your core. You yelped, the vibrations from the slap travelling right down to your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Why should I give you what you want, slut? You’ve made my life hell for the past few months.” He sneered. Despite his words, his bulge pressed painfully near the zipper of his trousers, aching to be freed. His breath was ragged, and the sweet syrupy scent of your drink fanned across your face.

“I-I’ll make up for it, baby.” You muttered, eyes trained on his bulge. “I promise.”

Jungkook barked out a laugh, sharp and humorless. “Promise? What is that worth coming from you?” His hand shot to your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until your lips formed a pink pout. “You’ve lied through your teeth to every lawyer in the city. You think whining ‘baby’ is gonna fix that?”

Your breath hitched, but your eyes stayed locked on the outline straining against his slacks. You could almost imagine the taste on your tongue.

“You just want my cock to shut you up,” he sneered watching your eyes flicker at his bulge.. He leaned in close enough that his lip ring brushed your skin. “That’s all you’ve ever been good at, warming my bed while you play little housewife with my money.”

He dragged his thumb across your lower lip, smearing your lipstick down your chin. “Pathetic." He continued, "You’d crawl on your knees for my cock right now, wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed, you could feel yourself drip down your thigh. You tried to press your thigh together, but his large hand gripped at your inner thigh keeping you open and in place.

“Say it,” his jaw twitched. “Tell me you’d ruin every shred of dignity you’ve got left just for my cock.”

He dug his nails deliciously into the soft part of your thigh and you sighed out rubbing against the wall, “I would, Jungkook.” Your voice came out hoarse with desire.

“That’s fucking right.” He stepped back, letting you cling to the wall before hooking his thumb on your laced panties and pulling them down, letting them fall by your ankles. “Stay right there, bitch.” You obeyed, of course. God, you wish you saw this Jungkook during the prime of your marriage.

You could hear the rough growl of his zipper and shuffling of fabric as he took off his slacks.

“Turn around.” He barked. When you turned, you dug your nails into the plaster of the wall to ground yourself. The sight of his proud cock was dizzying. The vein you had run your tongue across countless times, was protruding and his bruised purple tip weeped with pre-cum. He used an inked hand to stroke himself, his thumb rubbing at his tip. Jungkook was big. And he knew it. Every single time you guys fucked, Jungkook waited patiently for you to stretch to accommodate his thick length. But you knew that this Jungkook would not care.

“Always loved my cock, you slut.” He watched your amazed expression with a smirk. You nodded slightly, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Take off that pretty little dress,” he ordered, voice rough. “All of it. Now.”

Your trembling fingers fumbled at the zipper, dragging the fabric down your body. The designer cloth pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your carefully selected lingerie.

Jungkook stepped back, stroking himself lazily, eyes raking over you from head to toe. “On your knees,” he hissed. “Crawl to me. Like the bitch you are.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you sank to the floor, the plush rug of the hotel room kissed your bare knees.You crawled forward deliberately, making a spectacle of your ass shifting side to side, eyes trained deep into Jungkook’s. He shook his head, a lazy grin curving over his plush lips as he watched your antics. “Giving me a show, I like it.”

You stopped crawling in front of him and sat back on your knees. You looked through your lashes up at him with deceitfully innocent eyes.

He chuckled, and ran a finger down the angle of your jawbone and then at your lips. “Still know how to play sweet, huh?”

You parted your lips, letting the tip of your tongue dart against his finger. Jungkook’s jaw shifted and his cock jumped in his hands. “Anything for you, baby” You said with a saccharine smile.

He hummed and grabbed his cock head, tapping it against your cheek. He left a trail as he ran the purple tip down your cheek and across your lips, “Does your lawyer know you’re on your knees for me between hearings?”

“Our little secret.” You promised and grinded down into the carpet.

His jaw tightened, eyes burning into yours. “Open up.”

You parted your lips slowly, as if offering him a gift. Jungkook shoved forward without hesitation, his length sinking into the back of your throat. Your hands sprung up and settled into his thighs for purchase.

“Fuck..” His head tipped back and he laced his hand back into your scalp, nudging his hips side to side to go deeper into your tightening throat.

You gagged, your spit pooling at the side of your stretched lips and running down your chin, but Jungkook didn’t care. The vibration of your gagging and the copious amount of lubrication your mouth was making had his head in the clouds. His eyebrows scrunched as he started rocking his hips back and forth, not pulling out but nuzzling his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your eyes glazed over with salty tears as your nose nuzzled into his pubic bone, shutting off all access to oxygen. He kept his hand steady at the back of your head as he fucked himself into your mouth. Your rough gags turned into moans as you relaxed the back of your throat. You could feel your split coating your chin and dripping onto the carpet, and your mascara ran down your cheek in inked streaks.

He pulled out half way before snapping his hips forward again, savoring your wet gag. You let your bottom teeth graze the underside of his cock lightly, just the way he liked it, and he hissed. “H-haven’t had head - fuck- this good since you fucking left me” His speech slurred with pleasure, “Ruined every whore after you.. “ Your eyes sparkled at his words, loving the thought that no one could ever please your soon-to-be-ex-husband like you ever could, and you hollowed your cheeks, feeling his solid warm cock dragging against the chubby walls of your mouth. The noises that were leaving Jungkook’s throat were jagged, primal. A mix of huffs and appreciative grunts that sounded like music. You ran your hands up and down his legs, before stopping at his balls and cupping them. Jungkook twitched at the back of your throat and cussed loudly.

Abruptly, Jungkook yanked himself out of your throat. You coughed at the sudden rush of oxygen and looked up at him out of shock.

“N-no.” He cleared his throat, struggling to regain his composure. “I’m gonna cum inside you today.”

You blinked up at him, hands still at his thigh, “Like, inside my pussy?” Your voice cracked with disbelief. You and Jungkook barely ever did it raw, both of you terrified of what it could mean: the scandal, the mess, the possibility of a baby in the middle of a marriage built on deals, property acquisitions, and mergers.

He loomed over you, “Yeah. Maybe I’ll knock you up and drag this divorce out forever”

“You’re insane.” You whispered, but your thighs pressed together instinctively, his harsh words hitting you much harder than you expected.

He admired your messy spit slicked face, before nodding his head. “Get up.”

Your head rushed as you got up, steadying yourself on his muscular lean figure. Your chin pointed up as you stood pressed against him. Jungkook paused as he took in your face for a second before reaching behind your back and snapping off the back of your bra. He tugged off the straps, leaving you enticingly bare. His large hands cupped at your round tits, the swells heavy against his palm and he twisted your dark nipples between his fingers. His hot mouth recaptured yours, and he moaned at the salty taste of his precum and your spit. His tongue lapped at yours before nipping at your bottom teeth. You almost leaned into his warmth before he slapped harshly at your breast, strong enough to leave an aching mark.

“Hope I leave my handprint on your tits.” He sneered before spitting a glob onto your pebbled nipple. You whined as he spread his spit over your chest, right over the sweltering hits he had just adorned you with. He reached down and wrapped his lips around one erect nipple, running his tongue in circles before sucking harshly. The sounds were sinful. He sucked and slobbered at your globes, with zeal and let your manicured hands find their way into his long dark locks. He reached one hand between your thigh and ran his fingers up and down, between your puffy folds. Barely grazing your throbbing nub, letting your slick maintain its steady trickle down your thigh.

“Please.” You emphasized, clamping your creamy thighs around his open palm.

He smirked against your chest before clamping his teeth on your nipple and pulling back. Your eyes squeezed shut as he sucked and nibbled your tits sore. His fingers still didn’t give you what you wanted, prodding and playing with your pussy but never circling even close to your pulsating hole.

You yanked at his hair, impatient and he growled. “Still the neediest bitch alive.”

Regardless, he sank a digit into your hole and you clenched around him, delighted at the intrusion.

“Oh my god…” You moaned out as his finger curled in you, knuckle deep. He pumped his finger in you, letting the wet squelches fill the room. The obscene noises were so loud, that they drowned out the hum of the air conditioning. Jungkook groaned against your chest and continued his vicious attack, biting at the mellow flesh. He added another finger. The dizzying stretch made you grasp at his broad shoulders.

“F-feels so good, J-Jungkook.” You whined. You nuzzled into the side of his neck, inhaling his cologne as he stretched out your desperate pussy. If Jungkook didn’t know better, he would coo at your soft action. But you were vicious, breathtaking, but equally ferocious.

“So fucking wet, slut..” He complimented. He pulled back from your breast, eyes narrowing at your gleaming pussy, watching his fingers drag in and out of your velvet walls. The sheen that coated his long fingers looked delectable. Strings of your sweet arousal ran down his wrist.

You were so easy and pliable, he didn’t struggle to slip in a third digit. Your swollen lips parted over his fingers and he started snapping his wrist sharper and faster. The rigid sensation and the wet smacks of his thrusts had your mouth drop into an “o” shape. You clawed at his back, as you jolted up and down at the strength of his hand. One hand gripped at your hip, keeping you in place as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. The base of his palm smacked against your neglected clit, and you moaned gratefully at the light touch.

“I-I’m gonna cum baby”. You whimpered as he continued his assault. Your hand reached down, clasping onto his wrists, not to stop his thrusts but to feel the calculated snaps of his hand.

Jungkook bent his head all the way down and pressed a surprising kiss to the top of your slit. His tongue peeked out of his mouth and he took a taste of the sticky sheen on your puffy lips. He hummed in approval, the vibrations making you throw your head back. “Cum on my fingers, darling.”

You clenched around his fingers, pressing your hips forward against his nose and let go of the coil curling in your lower belly. “Nngh!”

The orgasm was rapid, too strong to keep you balanced standing up and you swayed wildly as your vision spotted. The sharp pleasurable heat ran through your veins, setting every inch of your skin on fire. Your hands clambered on his muscled back, desperate to keep you grounded as you shook.

“Fuck..” Jungkook groaned, watching you leak onto his broad palm. His fingers slowed, but didn’t escape your fluttering hole. He admired your juicy pussy peeking out from between your trembling thighs. He pressed another chaste kiss on your sopping wet slit before maneuvering his lips between your folds and suckling gently at your sensitive nub.

“N-no..” You moaned out, trying to step back from the overstimulation. Jungkook drew out his fingers, inciting a deep shudder from you, but kept his arms wrapped around your lower back as he suckled on your clit.

“Please too much..” You whimpered and shuffled against his grip.

“Shut up, bitch.” He murmured. He hardened his tongue and prodded around your folds. “My fucking pussy.”

Your trembles only grew stronger as he dragged his teeth lightly over your clit, mimicking the way you’d teased his cock in your mouth. Your mouth parted in silent moans and you jerked away and into his mouth at the same time.

When Jungkook had enough of your shaking he rose up, your arousal glistening his peach lips like gloss and he snickered at your fucked out face. You let your shaky hands rest on his sculpted chest for support and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

“Done fucking fighting with me now huh?” His tone was dark, his hands ran up your spine before he wrapped his hand around your slender throat. Your eyes widened and your two hands gripped at his wrist, clawing as he squeezed. His eyes were narrowed into almond slivers, watching as your eyes watered and a rush of red flush rose from your neck.

“J-Jung-” You squeezed out. His grip on your neck didn't loosen and he ran his thumb up and down lightly over the column of your throat. He started walking you back, grip secure. Your wobbly legs tried to keep up with his pace, until the back of your knees hit wood. His grip loosened, giving you a sharp rush of oxygen and you gasped out.

“Turn around slut.” He ordered, finally letting go of your throat. His hands found your shoulder blades before he whipped you around. You coughed out lightly, feeling soft bruises starting to form on your throat.

Jungkook had backed you up into the large wooden vanity of the corner of the room, and you came face to face with your reflection. Jungkook’s broad athletic figure loomed behind you, taking in your widened eyes as you took in your nude reflection.

“You’re gonna watch when I fuck you, Y/N”. He undid the spare buttons of his button down and slid it off his husky shoulders. He ran his hands down the long hair drifting down your back and flipped it all over one of your shoulders. “You want that?”

He reached down, and pressed a warm kiss to the corner of your shoulder blade. His piercing eyes glanced up to drink in your reaction.

“Answer me.” He demanded.

“Yes…” You leaned back into his lips and kept your eyes trained on his predatory gaze. He hummed in approval and ran his calloused hands down the curve of your waist before cupping your round ass.

“I knew you would.” He alluded. He knew you would. Just like you did before.

“Like in Hong Kong?” You bit your bottom lip, the nostalgia of your passionate previous nights causing a fresh warm glaze to leak out of you. You rubbed your thighs together, the light above you causing the fleshy spot to glisten.

“Just like in Hong Kong.” He affirmed, before delivering a thick wallowed slap to your ass.

Your Hong Kong penthouse nights were your most favorite memories of your marriage. The image of Jungkook taking you ruthlessly from the back, as you watched in the lighted up glass windows was etched into the back of your eyelids.

The delicious sting on your ass made you rub back into his hand. “Gonna fuck me the same way?” You turned to look into his eyes, your pupils blown out. Jungkook’s warm curious hand traveled up to grip onto your throat again.

“Even better.” He whispered and connected your lips again. The kiss was firm and dark, His lips suckled at yours, teeth breaking at the thin pink skin and then suckling again. Your mouths stained with your berry lipstick, and it rubbed down Jungkook's chin, looking like an elaborate creamy bruise.

Your hand wrapped around Jungkook’s hard cock, and you give it a couple strong strokes. It twitched in your hand, and you ran a loving thumb across the velvet skin.

He groaned, relishing your warm soft hands. His palm flattened on your upper back and he nudged you forward before pushing you down, till your tender chest lay flat on the wood of the vanity.

You whimpered in anticipation, and Jungkook parted your legs giving him a clear view of your juicy cunt. You dripped onto the wood below you, leaving a gooey puddle.

His breath hitched, eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered, lining himself up and dragging his tip through your slick folds. His tip was heated and thick, as it nudged around you collecting every drop of lubrication.

His reflection sneered back at you in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you how I always wanted to”

“Fucking do it.” You urged, and spread your cheeks with both hands so he could fill you up properly.

Jungkook scoffed and prodded at your entrance. The silence of him reliving the sight of you bent over filled the room. Then, he delivered a violent thrust. Your pussy squelched as he dug himself in. A broken cry forced from your lips and the wood of the vanity bit into your ribs. Jungkook filled you to the brim, your hole stretched obscenely to accommodate him. He stilled and nuzzled into you forcing his veiny cock into you as deep as he could possibly go.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.. “ You chanted through gritted teeth. To say you were stretched to your limit was an under statement, Jungkook was tearing you open from the inside out. Your pussy gulped around him, so tight Jungkook could feel it forcing his cock out.

“Fucking slut.” He snarled, “Can’t take my cock?” One hand rested on your lower back and the other on the vanity to balance and ground himself into you with as much power he could muster.

He pulled out a couple measly inches before shoving into you again. The lewd sound of your cunt choking on him, made his dick only harder. You cried out again.

“You’re too fucking big, Jungkook.” You hissed out but your hips grinded back into him despite the burn, his vein pulsated in your gluey walls.

Jungkook laughed out humorlessly at your pathetic form and maneuvered his fingers between your lips to pinch at your overstimulated clit. The appetizing squeeze made your toes curl and tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes.

“Don’t fucking care, baby. You’re gonna take it.” Jungkook’s next thrust was the opposite of shallow, he reared back letting most of his cock slide out of your gripping pussy before shoving back into you. His pace was slow but deliberate. He punished you for each second you took to adjust to him. Your moans came out more like yowls as you were brutally spread open by his girthy member. Jungkook’s groans were drowned out by your kitten mewls and he savored his pathetic nemesis getting impaled by him. Your walls dragged around him, so much he could see your pussy holding onto him tight whenever he pulled out.

His hand snatched into your hair, yanking your head back until your throat arched, scalp burning. “Watch.” The single command cut through the air, raw and merciless.

Your teary eyes could barely make out his herculean figure and curved lips. A permanent sneer etched into his features as he sheathed you.

“I-I… can’t” you started, but the words broke into a whimper with the sharp burn of him stretching you, pleasure and pain colliding in your gut.

“I-I-I…” Jungkook mocked cruelly, his voice pitched high like a caricature of your pleas. He drove his hips into you harder, making the desk creak. “I can’t take you, Jungkook!” he mimicked, panting theatrically.

He leaned down until his lips brushed your ear, thrusts punishing. “That’s what you were gonna say, huh? Can’t take me? Baby, you’ve been built for this cock since the day I married you.”

You whimpered out in response. Your eyes rolled as pain and pleasure tangled, the sting in your scalp coursing down your spine, the brutal stretch in your cunt burning through your whole body. Your walls clamped uselessly around him, spasming, but his cock only forced you looser with every thrust.

Wetness spilled down your thighs in obscene streams, the vanity slick beneath you. Jungkook fucked into the mess like he wanted to drown in it, his strength unyielding, the sound of your body giving out echoing through the room.

He was muttering like a man possessed, voice ragged and low. “Fucking hate you… filthy pussy… God, I love bullying you around.” Each chant drove deeper, crueler, until your body trembled violently.

A particular brutal thrust had you clambering for support. The blunt head of his cock slammed into your tender spongy g spot with vicious precision. You wailed, nails clawing at his arm, trying to shove him back. The pleasure was intense and mind numbing, too much too fast.

He only chuckled darkly, entertained by your useless resistance, “Clawing at me like a fucking cat.” He gripped your quarrelsome wrists in one large hand and pulled them behind your back, using it as an anchor to dive into you with force. His hips snapped into yours with precision, and your pussy engorged around him, sucking him in gummy force. His cock head rubbed deep in your crevices, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Your ears were numbing with intense pleasure and pain.

His thrusts didn’t dull even for a second, and tears started making their way down your cheeks at how good it felt to get taken by him completely. You would never admit it but you missed his cock so much. Your jaw slacked and unconsciously a dribble of drool dripped out of your bitten mouth.

Jungkook watched his cockdrunk soon-to-be-ex-wife jolt on his cock and kept his one hand clenched over your fragile wrists.

He looked back up into the mirror, and reached down with his other hand yanking at your hair. “What a greedy bitch you are,” he hissed, forcing your gaze to the mirror again. “That’s your fucking reflection, baby.”

Your bleary eyes watched as he sheathed in and out of you, his cock disappearing between your swollen ripe folds. Your eyebrows scrunched together in the middle and you bit down on your lips to muffle some pathetic moans, trying to regain your decency. Just hours ago, you were at the bar ready to taunt Jungkook and now he was bullying into you with a force only an enraged man could bring.

He slammed into you repeatedly, hard enough to rattle the mirror above. His crazed mumbling continued, “You can scream about penthouses and settlements all you want, baby. But right now?” His hand stayed fisted in your hair, keeping your head back so you could see your ruined reflection in the glass. “You’re gonna cream on my fucking cock.”

You whined at the pull of your hair, “J-Jungkook fuck, you’re so rough.” It was barely a complaint, more so an appreciation at how good he was using you. Like you were his little sex toy.

“F-fuck yeah I am.” His voice faltered, as his balls slapped against you with the force of plunge.

His eyes were trained manically on where he entered you and your puffy lips split in half to accommodate his brutal girth. He could see your clenching and unclenching, and a beautiful creamy white ring decorating his cock. “Shit, y-you’re lucky I’m not fucking rougher. You’d split in half.”

Through the haze of intense pleasure and pain, you cracked out a surprisingly courageous comment considering how you were at his mercy, “C-can barely feel you.”

His eyes snapped up, catching yours in the mirror. His hips stuttered and the grip on your wrists tightened. You gulped, mouth suddenly going dry.

“Yeah?” His voice was cautious and measured.

You paused, unsure if you wanted to continue your insolence, but curiosity got the best of you. “Yes.”

Then, without warning, he slammed back into you with brutal force. Your body lurched forward against the desk, and you cried out. His hips started pistoning into you with a speed you had never felt before. You bounced wildly against him, the sound of your hips connecting echoing the room and taunting your ears. Jungkook had lost his mind, lost all control of his impulses. Your pussy squelched and weeped, trying to keep up with the manic pace of his cock.

“Barely?” he bit out, words ragged, sweat beading at his temples. His grip on your hips bruised as he shoved into you, every thrust deeper, harder, faster than the last. He panted, a ripe flush rising on his chiseled chest. His hair clung to his forehead, wet and dark.

“Ba- Oh!” You tried to double down but his quick fingers started digging into your oversensitive nub, flicking it with rough force. Your thighs threatened to close shut but his cock and fingers were too much, you were immobile.

“T-that’ll shut you up.” He panted out

You couldn’t say anything, your body shaking, your vision blurring with white hot pleasure as he pounded you further into the wood. The vanity groaned under the impact of his forceful hips, and the table legs shook threatening to give out. Still, Jungkook was relentless. If the vanity gave out, he’d fuck you anywhere else, but he wasn’t going to leave your pussy alone. His fingers worked magic against your clit. Rubbing in circles, and then up and down, and then in patterns you had never seen before. You could feel yourself losing control, teetering on the edge of a harsh orgasm.

“H-how about” He started again “..the whole world sees you getting fucked by your husband.”

You couldn’t even make sense of his words, “W-what?” You cried out.

Jungkook didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. Instead he lifted your useless body and carried you a few steps before shoving your face into cool glass. Your eyes widened as you smushed against the wind. Your view was a wide busy road, teeming with tiny little cars. The sun was almost done setting, and the glow of the last hours of sunlight cast an orange tint through the window. Anyone could see. Anyone could look up and see your tits smashed against the window and Jungkook pounding into you.

“J-Jungkook-” You started as his warm body enclosed you once more. He let go of your wrists and grasped the window instead.

“Just like Hong Kong.” He cut you off, repeating what he had promised you earlier. You could almost sense a tinge of nostalgia in his honey voice, but your thoughts were ruined once more as he sheathed back into you.

“Fuck!” You yelped as you were stuffed again, to the brim. Your lipstick smeared against the glass lewdly as he started shoving his length back into you with inhumane strength. Your nails dragged against the glass, and your breath fogged at the window with each heavy pant.

Jungkook kept a hand on the glass and one cruelly wrapped around your waist to make sure you got every inch of his brutish cock. You knew this was how he liked it, thighs burning with exertion as he proved his point to you that no one could fuck you like him.

Jungkook didn’t like your breathy pants, he wanted you to moan, writhe, and cry. His fingers rediscovered your poor clit and started rubbing it again, your slick making it easier and easier for him to roll it under the pads of his fingers. You whined into the glass resting your forehead against it, unable to do any more fighting against the overwhelming pleasure. You clenched harder around his length and Jungkook cursed under his breath.

“Y-you’re gonna cum.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. His own pace was starting to become erratic and he let go of the glass to pinch at your pebbled nibbles, rolling the small bud in between his fingers and giving the swell of your breasts full squeezes.

Your orgasm rippled through you unexpectedly, like Jungkook knew your own body away from him. A cry escaped your lips as you arched away from him, your nerves setting on fire as your whole body tensed. The waves of pleasure crashed over you hard and you slumped into the glass.

Jungkook let out a groan as he chased his own high, pummeling into you like you were a rag doll. He kept you in place as he used you up, before his hips stilled and he burst inside of you. You sighed as hot strings of his release coated your insides, it was almost pleasurable being filled up. Something you barely got to experience. Your thighs twitched as some of his cum leaked down your thigh, leaving a creamy white trail. Behind you Jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder, catching his breath. His fingers stayed on your body, circling your soft skin, like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that you were at war.

You shifted suddenly, sliding out from beneath him. His cock slipped from your body, and the loss made him hiss through his teeth. He leaned back onto the glass, watching you, silent and still, as you bent to gather your scattered things.

Jungkook’s gaze followed you like a hawk, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. Curious, unsettled. He tilted his head, nostrils flaring as though trying to read your mind.

“Well,” you hummed sweetly after putting on your roughened up clothes. You tucked the manila folder under your arm, “I think I’ve got everything I need for the negotiations now.”

His jaw slackened, then set tight, eyes narrowing. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Oh, but I am,” you cooed, stepping close enough to trail your finger down his damp chest. ”A judge won’t like hearing that you couldn’t keep your cock out of me during proceedings. Looks a lot like a conflict of interest, don’t you think?”

His entire body went rigid. “You manipulative-”

You silenced him with a chaste kiss on the cheek, quick and mocking. He winced like it burned.

“Thank you for your contribution,” you whispered against his skin, sugary sweet and venomous. “I’ll be sure to make it count.”

With that, you turned on your heel, heels clicking against the hardwood, folder clutched tight. Jungkook stayed rooted to the spot, sweat dripping down his temple, his cock still half-hard and his expression caught between rage and disbelief as the door clicked shut behind you.

yeskookii

Clingy bf namjoon hc ♡ˎˊ˗ .nsfw. Anon req!

Tags: explicit sexual content, manhandling, size kink, big d joon🤤, fluff!!, and alot of things.

Mdni 18+

The Size Difference. Omg. This is like a whole thing for him too, He's so big – tall, broad, big hands, big thighs, big dick. And he LOVES the contrast with you. Loves picking you up like you weigh nothing, loves how his hand can almost wrap around both your wrists, loves caging you under him and making you feel surrounded. It's not just a physical thing for him; it makes him feel protective and possessive in a way that drives him crazy.

He's not rough, but he's firm. He guides you. Moves you. Positions you. A hand on the back of your neck that's both comforting and controlling. Pulling you into his lap by your hips. Turning you over in bed with one easy motion. It's the effortless strength that's so hot. Like he's so strong he doesn't even have to try.

Hes a hot nerd. Foreplay starts at breakfast. Him telling you about a concept from a book, his eyes lighting up, his hands moving while he talks... you just sit there watching his brain work and get turned on. He'll catch you staring and get this little knowing smile. He knows. And later, he'll whisper something from that same conversation against your skin, making the whole day feel like one long, slow seduction.

His love language is 1000% physical touch, but it's claimed touch. His hand on the small of your back guides you through a crowd. Even when he's just resting a hand on your thigh while he drives, it's heavy and intentional. He needs to be connected to you.

Namjoon loves watching/being watched. He loves to observe you. Loves when u put on a show for him. He'll ask u to touch yourself for him and just watch with this focused, hungry look, like he's studying u. And he loves knowing you're watching him too – the flex of his back when he takes his shirt off, the veins on his arms. He's aware of his own effect and it's hot.

He has the patience of a saint and he uses it for evil (good evil). He'll edge you for what feels like hours, stopping every time you're close, whispering “not yet, baby” in that deep voice. He loves seeing you desperate and begging, loves the power of being the one who gives u permission to finally cum.

He leaves bruises where no one else can see. The inside of your thighs, your hips, the side of your breast. He likes seeing his fingerprints on your skin the next day. He'll kiss over them gently and say “pretty” or “mine,” and it makes you melt and shiver at the same time.

His dirty talk is so good. He doesn't just say generic stuff. It's so specific and it wrecks you. Stuff like, “I can feel you fluttering around me, so perfect,” or “You take every inch so well, like you were made for me,” or even just groaning “Fuck, you're so tight,” when he's balls-deep inside you. It's earnest and graphic and comes from him just stating what he's experiencing and it's SO hot.

And his cock.. is fucking huge, very thick and veiny. Namjoon won’t get his eyes off of the bulge his cock make on your tummy, sliding in and out of your stretched pussy. The wet noises, your desperate whimpers and pathetic pleads, begging him to slow down bcuz his cock is too big and you can’t take it. But hes not stopping, he will make you take it and stretch you to his size.

His pervert mind has fantasies about locations. His big, sturdy desk in his study, covered in his papers and books. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room at night (the blinds are closed, but it feels risky). The shower where he can pin you against the cool tiles. The couch where he was just reading peacefully before pulling you into his lap. He thinks about the setting, the ambiance. It's a whole production in his head.

Eye contact is another huge turn on for him. He will hold it while his fingers slide inside you, while he takes you deep, while he comes. It’s overwhelming.

He’ll spread your thighs with his hands, praising the stretch. “Look at that. Open so wide for me. Such a good girl.”

He loves sitting you on his massive thighs while he’s still fully clothed, just grinding you against the hard muscle of his leg until you’re a mess.

He’s obsessed with your collarbones. He’ll trace them with a blunt finger, then kiss along them. Something about their delicacy drives him crazy.

Yes, he manhandles, but he also serves. Washing your hair, massaging your feet, feeding you fruit. It’s all natural to him. He gets off on caring for you until you’re pliant.

He’ll kneel in front of you. To take off your shoes, to put your socks on. But he’ll stay there, his big hands on your calves, looking up at you with soft puppy eyes.

He’ll dress you. Put his own hoodie on you, slowly pull your panties up for you. Like his own pretty doll.

Namjoon’s very good with mixing praise and degradation. It’s all praise but it feels degrading bcuz of how specific and exposing it is:

“You were thinking about this all through dinner, weren’t you? My good, desperate girl.”

“You came just from my fingers? So sensitive for me.”

Hes a clingy sleeper. Big spoon, most of the time. His hand will cup your breast or rest possessively over your pussy in his sleep.

He’ll sometimes wake you up by already being inside you, moving slow and deep. He’ll shush you gently, “Go back to sleep, baby. Let me take care of you.” It’s the ultimate trust exercise for him.

He’ll teach u. About your own body, about sex. “This is your G-spot. Feel it? That’s how I’m going to make you squirt for me, princess.”

He might read smut to u, his deep voice bringing the words to life, his hand working between your legs.

Namjoon genuinely believes that the purest form of love is watching u fall asleep on his chest after a long day, knowing u trust him enough to let ur guard down completely, knowing that he made u feel so good, that he made u cum multiple times until your body is exhausted and satisfied with his touch ㅤ♡.

A/N: i just hit 600 followers 🥹 thank u sm my loves💕 I didn’t expect to be noticed this fast

I carried away with this hc bcuz i do study namjoon alot and i wanted to write everything ik but that would be a long series of a never ending hcs 😭 hope this was to ur expectations and req r still open!!

Thank you for the request anon 🤍

taegularities

sweetener | myg (m)

Summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn’t reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

⋙ pairing: Yoongi x female reader ⋙ rating: 18+ ⋙ genre: fwb/kinda enemies to lovers; fluff, smut ⋙ warnings: a misunderstanding, former fuckboy!yoongi, pent-up feelings, very light angsty bits buuuut mostly cute hot stuff, hobi – the frustrated wingman; explicit sexual content: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, making out in a bathroom, oral (f. & m. receiving), hair pulling, grinding, protected sex, dirty talk, teasing, pussy/tiddie slapping (i think), light spanking – yoongi slaps it all, degradation, praising, biting, he comes on her tits, spit, light choking, rough sex, manhandling, cum play, aftercare, some crack dialogue i guess, most of this is smut tbh. ⋙ word count: 10.3k ⋙ a/n: this was supposed to be a 5k pwp 😐 but anything for the BIRTHDAY BOY !! i adore this man, may only good things happen to him ever 😭 here’s my little love letter to min suga. genius. <3 also lowhighkey dedicated to @sugalaritae who brainstormed this w me (came up with this wonderful summary, too !!) and just, ugh – i just love her, she deserves to be spoiled <3

MASTERLIST | WIPS

You should’ve listened to your guts when they told you to stay home this morning. Maybe you could’ve avoided Yoongi’s presence for some longer that way.

Keep reading

twelveohfour

down to the last minute detail [M]

pairing: superhero!Seokjin x human!reader

genre: superhero au; fluff; smut

word count: 14.2k

rating: 18+/NSFW, minors DNI

summary: It feels like everybody around you is enamoured with the superheroes assigned to protect your city. You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about them, and that disregard quickly evolves into disdain once you see behind the veil of the superheroes. Of course, then, your luck has you becoming the latest person to be saved by Heartman, the crown jewel of the supers.

warnings: Swearing, mentions of death and being put into dangerous situations. Explicit sexual content: fingering, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, dirty talk, strength kink, glove kink, spanking, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex, sex in mid-air (hear me out guys...), creampie.

credits: Dividers from sssilverblessings. The basic premise (and title) of the fic come from The Boys, where superheroes exist and are seen almost as celebrities but many of their saves are staged. All other ideas are otherwise mine!

perfectlyoongi

TELL ME YOU LOVE ME ⠀⠀in which yoongi loves you.

wc: 900. an: fluff so sweet it could rot your teeth.

‘Tell me you love me.’

Your voice was amused, the syllables being run over by small, tender laughs as you felt Yoongi’s warm hands holding you from behind.

‘I love you.’

Yoongi separated each syllable with small kisses on your neck, the sweet laughs you let out filling his heart.

The night was cool. Even in the middle of summer, the breeze that passed through the city streets was gentle, bringing with it a little of the memory of autumn. The sky was clear. Even in the middle of August, hundreds of luminous points shone amidst the vast nothingness in which they found themselves.

And you were happy.

ballard96

yanderes-galore

Can I ask for a Superman romantic concept? Can be Prime Earth version. I know he's the definition of the golden boy, so seeing him be a yandere would be interesting :>

Just because he's a golden boy doesn't mean he can't be yandere... Maybe he just hides it~? Sorry if this is short! He's mostly just sweet.

Yandere! Clark Kent/Superman HCs

(Prime Earth/Universe)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Stalking, Violence, Soft yandere, Blood, Murder implied, Dubious relationship.

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