🐹: The kids are always like, When is hyung coming? Every day they ask me how many days until I return. [Last time] Taehyung was like, Are you back now? When I arrived, he clung to me and didn't leave for a few minutes. ♡
cw: cunnilingus, voyerism ig?, fwb to lovers ig??, just read and enjoy i have no clue what i've written myself this is so pseudo deep 🗣
Hyunjin licked the wood of the bed post. Languidly, eyes closed in satisfaction. His tongue eager, pink, dripping, your name written on it; he didn't have to say it for you to hear the sound waves of his honey-dipped voice. Striking your bones and daring to break them. Break them so you could form into whatever he wanted you to be, the object of his desires, the quell of his dreams. You would mould skin and reform muscles just so Hyunjin would want you more, and more, and even that would never be enough.
You weren't aware of how he would already die for you. Give his life for you, without as much as blinking. He didn't know of your desperation to be desired so much by him that it took your very last breath, and he would have laughed at you if he did; he already wanted nothing, no one more than you.
And it was ironic that you couldn't see it. Yes, it had been him commanding you to grind on the harsh wood of your bed; the material rounded enough to not hurt yet provide the right amount of pressure, and you had obliged, more than willingly. If he'd told you to jump out of the highest floor of the highest building in the city; would you? The answer had embarrassed you, and you'd concentrated on the task before you instead; make a show out of your pleasure, show Hyunjin how good he could make you feel without even touching you. You moved your hips across the bedpost, the hard wood working into you through your sheen panties, and an uncharacteristic confidence washed over you; you caught Hyunjin's gaze as you moaned his name and didn't let go, held him captive within your eyes, the depths of them, lulled him in with your siren voice. He wet his lips at the way you played with yourself, nimble, eager, too-fast fingers on your hungry, barely clothed nipples, licking them sloppily to leave wet traces on you everywhere you touched. Your breasts, your neck, glistening so stickily Hyunjin gulped at the sheer picture of him sucking on it. Your tummy shining with your spit; your pussy. The fabric of your underwear was so soaked he could see the skin beneath it; it took everything in him not to dive into your waters right then and there. Hungrily, passionately, far more desperate than you could ever hope him to be.
You threw your head back, you let your eyes roll, Hyunjin could swear you drooled right than and there; and that was the moment he stopped you. When he read the pleasure on your face, when he caught your limbs tremble just slightly, when he thought you'd pull a muscle at how fast your hips were moving against the harsh wood of your bed. He stopped you, his hands on your thighs like scorching fires, and a thump sounded through the room as he let himself drop to his knees, right between your legs. You jumped at it. Jumped at his heat, touch so insistent you were sure he was burning holes through your skin, carelessly sizzling blisters into your muscles, your bones. His very touch changed you to your core, always; you became who you were through his touch, through his fingers moulding your flesh and imperfections, through his kisses you grew whole. It was in his proximity, in Hyunjin's direct closeness your circle closed, where you found back to yourself and became a different person altogether.
Having him look at you with eyes so big, so needy, so pleading; it did more to you than that damn bedpost against your most sensitive nerves ever could. It was his plea that shot a fiery heat right to your core; "Don't cum yet. Please don't cum yet, wait for me."
So you leaned back, expecting Hyunjin to crawl over you, to hover above your body, to give into his needs, into his carnality. You wouldn't have blamed him for any impatience; you yourself were holding on to mere threads, so thin they were barely visible. You thought you would burst the moment he touched you were you needed anyways, thought you couldn't hold out any longe, thought you couldn't grow any hotter; and then Hyunjin let go of your thighs, only to dive in. Though not into you.
Hyunjin hadn't seen, touched, hadn't tasted you in weeks, though even hours would be too great a distance of not seeing, not touching, not tasting you. And he swore, the bedpost smelled like you. And when he let his eager tongue glide over the heated material he would give a limb that it tasted like you. Musky, deep, undertones sweet just like he remembered them, right here on the old wood. He lapped up as though he hadn't eaten in days and your remnants on the bed were a five-course meal prepared just for him to enjoy. Eyes closed, moaning, sighing. As though it was you he was eating, enjoying. And you were left to stare, and stare, with an impossible heat growing within you, making you break out in a sweat despite the chilly temperatures in the room. You were aware Hyunjin wasn't touching you, yet your thighs were trembling. Seeing him on your knees for you, seeing him so hungry that he wouldn't even wait for the real deal, like a starving animal who would take the opportunity to taste anything eatable; maybe you were everything he wanted already. Maybe you didn't need to break every bone in your body, deform every fibre and muscle to his liking; maybe he wanted you like you, like now.
And when he opened his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak, you knew he could read your mind.
"I want you. You can't understand how much I fucking want you."
You were sure you were dreaming; you must have been, there was no other explanation why a man like Hyunjin, a man sent from heaven to seduce you, to eat you up and leave you cold and emtpy, stood on his knees, and was hungrily begging for you; shouldn't it be the other way around? Wasn't it you too scared to call him up the past weeks, ever since your first hook up, because you didn't want to embarrass yourself over just how much your body craved his? Wasn't it you calling out his name in your empty room with your own hand shoved beneath your pyjama pants, wishing he'd liked you an ounce as much as you liked him? You knew it had been you who drifted into daydreams of his lips and his fingers and his cock at work, at clubs with friends, your soul burning with such deep desire that you didn't know what to do with yourself. That your brain simply short-circuited when he had actually agreed to meet you, answering your very much drunken text, and saying it'll be a date. It had been so simple all along, all your hopeless yearning for nothing, you had thought, and yet couldn't believe it. Had thought he was meeting you out of pity. And now he was looking you in the eyes as if you were the only thing that's ever existed to him, chin wet from licking the bedpost you had fucked yourself against. To not waste a single drop of you. To know, to have everything you were.
You couldn't not open your legs for him. It was as if they had a mind of their own. And when Hyunjin sensed the invitation there wasn't a second wasted; his fingers carded into your panties to, for a lack of words, rip them off your body, and the heat consuming you before swallowed you entirely when his tongue met your glistening sex. Twitching, needy, hot; you needed him everywhere, and he knew the spots exactly. Let his tongue dance across your skin, only teasing your clit, instead prodding at your entrance. The flat licks he gave you made you claw your fingers into Hyunjin's messy hair, and the moans he gifted back you swore you felt somewhere in your lungs, as though he breathed life into you over and over again. And though you couldn't see it - luckily so, because it would have sent every fibre of yours into abyss - Hyunjin's gaze never left yours. He was hypnotizing you without you noticing because the pleasure he gave you was so very overwhelming, and he enjoyed it. He loved seeing you lose it, hearing your moans of his name growing louder as you stopped caring who in your neighbourhood could hear you, loved how your legs grew slack against his solid arms, how they started trembling just moments later, when his tongue found your twitching clit. He loved how you sighed his name when you came, how instead of a scream it was quiet, intimate, only for him to hear. It was his sound to bathe in, to keep and lock inside his mind forever. Because he never knew a prettier sound, a melody more addicting than your utmost pleasure. Pleasure induced solely by him; Hyunjin nearly burst at the simple thought of it.
And when you opened your eyes, not yet calmed down from your high, Hyunjin was hovering above you, his lips dripping and his eyes more so. With need, with questions and unsaid words, some you wouldn't get to hear for a very long time; you saw his every secret, his every fear and desire behind his blown-out pupils, and you read your name in caps within them. Big letters, and screaming. And you kissed him, tasting yourself on his hot tongue, feeling his desire against your thighs, inviting him in, pulling him closer, and never letting him go again; not for the night, not forever.
It took him two weeks to find you and that was it. Two weeks of sleepless nights, of barking orders at his men, of calling in favors and threatening every informant in the city. He called in every favor he’d been owed in order to find you.
You didn’t leave breadcrumbs - which wasn’t to be unexpected. You'd been friends with Chan for years before you started your friends with benefits situation and you’d picked up a lot along the way.
But the way you had just vanished didn’t sit well with Chan at all and he was someone who prided himself on always being ten steps ahead. The two of you had been sleeping together for the better half of a year now, never discussing what it meant for either of you and he assumed you’d ran because you got scared and he was desperate to find you. Chan had never felt so helpless before
Until now. Until you.
The shitty motel door slams open, frame splintering as it hits the wall. You jolt where you sit curled on the bed, arms wrapped protectively around your belly as if shielding the baby even though it was inside of you. His eyes land on you—and for a second, he doesn’t speak. He just stares. His breathing was heavy, his chest was heaving. Rage burning in his eyes. The only time you’d ever seen him this angry was when someone had broken into his house and stole some of his diamonds.
“You have any idea what the fuck you’ve done to me?” he finally says, voice low and shaking with restraint. He stalked slowly toward the bed, drinking in every inch of you as you stared at him, swallowing thickly,
“I thought you were dead.” He growls out. You scramble to stand up from the bed, voice trembling. You’d been trying to think of what to say to him and how to deliver the news but it all felt impossible
“Chan—”
“You didn’t answer my calls. My messages. My men couldn’t find you. Do you understand what kind of hell I went through—”
“I’m pregnant.” You finally cut him off, dropping the bomb that you’d been holding in for two weeks and all that was met with was silence.
He freezes mid-step, looking at you as he drank in your appearance. You were in a summer dress, a tiny bump on your stomach. The rage in his eyes vanished leaving nothing but confusion and hurt there in its wake. You swallow hard, pressing a hand to your belly.
“I didn’t know what to do. I thought if you found out, you’d—” His brows knit together as you speak.
“Thought I’d what?” You look down at the floor, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“I thought you’d make me get rid of it. That you’d say it was a liability, or too dangerous, or… I don’t know. I panicked.” Chan’s whole body deflated like a balloon he felt as though the air had just been punched out of his lungs. The thought of you assuming he would make you get rid of your child killed him inside.
“You thought I’d do that to you?” His voice breaks, tears building up in his eyes as you looked at him, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
“You think I’d make you get rid of our child?”
“I didn’t think I would have a choice,” you whisper, dropping beside him as he placed a hand on your thigh and gently rubbed your skin. You hated that the first thought you had was him making you get rid of your child but his world was dangerous, something he reminded you of quite frequently.
“We’re not in love. We were just… a thing. And I didn’t want you to feel forced into anything.” Tears silently rolled down his cheeks as his hand shakily reached out toward your stomach,
“Can I…?” You nod, tears streaming freely now as you sniffle. Chan moved so slowly and carefully until his palms rest gently against your stomach and he lets out a soft sigh, finally feeling as though he could breathe again now he’d found you. Slowly he got up and knelt in front of you.
“I don’t care what we were,” he says quietly. “This changes everything. You change everything.” You look down at him, stunned. You had at least expected him to yell at you some more or be pissed off that you’d hidden it for so long.
“You’re not angry?”
“Oh, I’m fucking furious,” he chuckles bitterly, looking up at you with wet eyes.
“But not at you. At myself. For making you feel like you couldn’t tell me. For being so wrapped up in control and power that you thought I wouldn’t want this…Or you.” His hand slides into yours, fingers interlocking tightly and squeezing gently. There was nothing in this world that Chan wouldn’t do for you.
“I want it. I want you.I don’t care how dangerous my world is, we’ll protect this baby together. And if anyone comes near you…” His jaw tightens at the mere thought of it.
“They’ll beg for mercy I won’t give.” You crumble into him, sobbing into his shoulder, squeezing him close to you and he pulls you close, determined never to let you go again.
MINHO:
Minho found you after weeks of you being gone. Weeks of him thinking the worst thing in the world happened to you.
Weeks of tearing every single place apart, he knew you would have run to, but you were nowhere to be found. Your friends hadn't seen you - or so they said. The guards hadn't seen you even leave the mansion, and now he'd finally gotten you.
Thunder sounded around him as he stood in front of the run down building you’ve been hiding in, his hands clenched at his sides and his jaw was hurting from how hard he had it clenched.
He didn't bother to knock, he just shoved the door open and it slammed against the wall behind it. He'd always had a flare for dramatics. But the moment he saw you his heart picked up.
You’re there. You're safe. You're not bleeding in a ditch, no one took you. You were safe. Standing by the window in an oversized hoodie, arms wrapped around yourself like a guardrail. You turned around to face him, your eyes widening.
“Minho—”
“Why?” Just one word from him. He didn't move, he didn't blink. He didn't even want to breathe in fear of you sprinting out of the room and running away from him again. You took a step back, you weren't scared of him in the slightest, but the sight of him so angry sent a chill down your spine.
“I—”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice stays quiet, but there’s a sharpness under it, the kind that cuts deep. You swallow thickly as you look at him,
“I spent weeks thinking something happened to you. That someone took you. That you were lying in a ditch somewhere, bleeding out. The number of hospitals I ransacked trying to get to you..." Guilt slammed into your chest. You hadn't expected him to come hunting for you. You figured he'd leave you alone. The two of you were just friends with benefits, something he'd reminded you a lot of.
“I didn’t know what else to do.” Your voice was shaking, the only thing calming Minho down as he looked at you,
“So you ran?” He arched his brow up at you,
“I panicked.” He sucks on his teeth as he steps inside, shutting the door behind him in an eerily calm way. You hated seeing him so calm; you'd expected him to be pissed off.
“You’ve never run from me before, even when we've fought.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve never been pregnant before.” You defended, and that was the only thing that silenced him. It was as though someone had shot a gun into the air; you could practically hear the rain leaking through the roof. Minho's breath caught in his throat,
“You’re pregnant?” His eyes flicked to your stomach, but you were in an oversized hoodie. You nod, eyes filling with tears, everything you'd been holding in for weeks coming up.
Minho didn't move or speak, and that was worse than him being angry with you. You'd rather take the yelling than his silence.
“I thought you’d… I thought you’d tell me to get rid of it,” you whisper, taking in a shaky breath as you shook your head and rambled on,
“That you’d say it was too dangerous. That it would ruin everything. That I was stupid for not being more careful...T-That we shouldn't have a kid.” His brow furrows. Did you really think so little of him?
“You think I’d make you get rid of it?” You couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes.
“You’ve always been clear about what this is. Friends. No strings. And this? This is a string. A whole fucking knot.” You said as you brushed your hand over your stomach. He breathes in deeply through his nose, then slowly walks toward you. When he reached you, he didn't touch you—just looked down at you,
“I kill people, yeah. I run a syndicate. I’m cold. Calculated. But I’m not heartless. Not to you...I thought I'd made that clear to you...For you, I'd burn down the world." He whispers, his hand slowly moving up to cup your face in his hand, running his thumbs under your eyes to remove the tears. Your chin trembles as you tear up again, shaking your head.
“I didn’t want you to hate me.”
“Hate you?” he scoffs with a small smile.
“I’ve been trying not to fall in love with you for months. And now you’re carrying my kid, and you think I’d throw you away?” You blink, stunned.
“Wait, you—” His hands move from your face and gently against your stomach, smiling to himself as he runs his fingers over your stomach.
“I will protect you both. From everything. Even me.” He smiles as he looks down at you,
“You should’ve told me. I should’ve made you feel safe enough to.” He shakes his head at himself, mad that he'd somehow made you feel unsure if you could share things with him.
“Are you… mad?”
“Fuming, baby,” he says, looking up at you with raw honesty. “But not at the baby. Not at you. I'm mad at myself for ever letting you think I wouldn't want this...A family with you..." Minho leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“You’re not running again. Got it?” You sniffle as you nod and cuddle into him.
"Got it."
CHANGBIN:
Everyone had given up hope on finding you, and Jisung had tried to convince Changbin that it was time to let you go. That if you hadn't been found, you clearly didn't want to be, but there was no way Changbin was going to drop any of this. He refused to stop hunting for you when you had unfinished business.
No one walked away from Changbin, and certainly not you. The two of you were best friends long before you started sleeping together, and he wanted answers. He deserved them.
"She's inside, boss," One of his men told him as Changbin stared down at the shitty apartment building in front of him. It had taken two months to track you down, and here you were. In a shithole in the worst place in the country. God, he could already tell how much of a security risk this was for you to be here, and there was no way you were staying.
Within seconds, Changbin was inside your apartment, the door wide open, making you jump up from the sofa,
"Changbin, what the fuck?!" You scream, seeing him standing there with a lock-pick in his hands.
"Me?!" He yells as he slams the door shut behind him, slamming it so hard he is sure he heard some of it crack,
“What the actual fuck, Y/N?!" You flinch, shrinking back instinctively. He’s never yelled at you before. Not like this. Not with so much pain in his eyes and voice.
“You disappear without a word? You block me, vanish into thin air—do you know what that did to me?”
“Changbin—” You try to speak, but he wasn't going to let you, not when he'd been dying at the thought of something being wrong,
“No!” he shouts, his heart had broken when he'd woken up to find you missing from his side.
“You don’t get to say my name like that and pretend this is normal. I thought you were dead! I thought someone took you. I was ready to fucking destroy the entire city to find you!” Your throat tightens, you weren’t ready for this, you hadn't thought he would find you yet. You thought you had time to figure out something to say to him.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“Sorry doesn’t fucking cover it!” He yells out, he didn't want to yell and scream at you. He hated the fact that you were scared, but he'd been just as scared when you weren't home.
"I-I was scared," You stuttered a little, and your hands clenched by his sides. There was something about the stutter that made him pause. He took in the sight of you, the oversized clothes, and the way you had your hands on your stomach, and something clicked inside of him.
"You’re pregnant,” He said slowly, his eyes slowly drinking in your appearance.
"Y--yeah. Yeah, I'm pregnant." You whisper, waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at you, his hands unclenching as he pinched his thigh a little.
“I didn’t know what to do,” you continue softly, moving toward him slowly, not knowing if he was ready to be approached, but you'd fucking missed him.
“I thought you’d be furious-"
"I am, but not because you're pregnant, I'm fucking pissed because you ran-"
"I-I thought you’d make me get rid of it.” You rushed out, cutting him off as he stared at you. His face screws up as he stares at you, the thought physically hurting him.
“You what?”
“You always said we were nothing more than friends with benefits. We were just having fun, messing around and-" Changbin's eyes find yours, and you cut yourself off. There were tears building up in his eyes, bloodshot as he shook his head.
“I never knew how to ask you for more." He whispers, you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Out of all of the things you expected him to say, THAT wasn't one of them.
“Can I…?” He asks as he looks at your stomach. You nod, tears welling in your eyes. Changbin dropped to his knees as he let out a small sob mixed with a laugh.
“There’s a baby in there,” he whispers, his thumbs gently running over your stomach through the hoodie you were wearing.
“Our baby.” He grins up at you, and you whimper, dropping to your knees in front of him,
"I was scared, Binnie, I'm sorry." You whisper, and he shakes his head, cupping your face in his hands.
“I’m scared, too, angel. I want this...I want us, I want a future, and god, I can't wait to be surrounded by our kids." He chuckles, his cheeks turning pink as he looks at you.
HYUNJIN:
You should have known better than to hide in the city, but you thought hiding in plain sight would have worked, but somehow you'd been found. You'd burnt your SIM card, changed your name, left no digital trace of yourself, but Hyunjin would never stop. Not until he found you, and you'd expected that.
What you hadn't expected was the sight of him now, standing outside of your door, piss wet through, his hair in all kinds of directions, and breathing heavily from how quickly he'd raced up the stairs to your door. One of his men had seen you going into the hospital, and so he'd followed you home.
"Hyunjin..." you breathe, your heart racing a million miles a second as you stand at the door to your apartment. The apartment that made him want to burn the whole place down. When he'd seen you walking inside, he'd panicked, this was where one of the biggest dealers in the city lived, and the idea of you being anywhere near him made his whole heart beat.
But as he stood in front of you, he didn't speak, he didn't move, he just stared at you. As if he were trying to commit your face to memory in case you vanished again.
“Hyun—” you tried again, but he cut you off.
“Why?” The sound of his voice was broken, wrecked. He looked like he'd barely slept in weeks, and you looked down at your hands.
“I had to—”
“No.” His eyes flutter shut, like hearing your voice physically hurts. He'd been preparing himself for the worst. He figured you'd gotten hurt or kidnapped...maybe you'd even found someone else, but he hadn't prepared to hear your voice.
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t have to leave. You didn’t have to disappear. No note...nothing, you were just gone...” You try to speak, but your throat tightened up. A sound down the hall made him freeze, and he moved you inside the apartment, softly closing the door behind him.
“I thought you'd been taken, tortured for information...Worse. You removed every tracker I had for you. So why...Why did you leave?" He looked at you, and there was something different about you, but he couldn't work it out yet.
"I didn’t know how to tell you, Hyunjin.”
“We used to tell each other everything..." He whispers, making the guilt practically crush you. The two of you shared every single detail about each other with one another, but this...it felt different.
"So what couldn't you tell me?" He moved closer to you, and the words came rushing out,
“I’m pregnant.” Everything inside the apartment stilled. Just the soft sound of the smoke detector beeping alerted you that time hadn't actually stopped.
“I was scared.” You admit, and Hyunjin felt as though his heart had dropped out of his chest and shattered on the floor in front of you. Hyunjin never wanted to scare you,
"Of me?” His voice cracked.
“You always said your life wasn’t meant for softness...Or families. You’re the one who told me love was a weakness, that kids were liabilities. I thought if I told you, you’d say to get rid of it...” Hyunjin's face twists into hurt as he looks at you,
“You really think I’d make you kill the only good thing I’ve ever created?” The question stung, and you looked up at him,
“I didn’t want to give you the chance.” Hyunjin drops to his knees in front of you as he shakes his head.
"The baby that's in there," He says as he touches your stomach,
“It's a part of me. A part of you..We created life together, little muse.” He looks up at you, you run your hands through his wet hair, and you tear up. Who would have thought one of the toughest mafia men in the country would be so soft for you?
"You're the one real thing I have left in this life, and now there's more of you...You think I'd get rid of that."
“I didn’t want to trap you,” You cry, and he shakes his head at you,
“I was already yours. You trapped me long ago when you agreed to sleep with me.” He chuckles as you slowly sink down onto your knees with him, and he cradles you into his chest.
“I don’t give a shit about what I said before. I don’t care if it’s dangerous or messy. I want to protect this. You. Them. I’ll burn everything down if I have to.” He tells you as you move closer to him,
"You're not staying in this shit hole either, you're moving back in." He grumbles as he looks around at the disgusting apartment.
JISUNG:
The women's shelter you were working in was letting you sleep in the office during your stay there. They were allowing you to hide out while you tried to figure things out, whilst the owner encouraged you to tell Jisung about everything you weren't sure how to yet. Things were complicated.
Jisung had started up a friends-with-benefits situation with you because it was easier than a relationship, but a baby? A baby would throw a wrench into the works and wreck everything.
You just needed some time to think things through and decide what you were supposed to be doing.
"Where is she?!" You heard someone boom, and you instantly knew what was going on. Your heart raced as you stared at the office door, waiting for him to come in.
Someone must have denied knowing what or who he was talking about, as a string of curses flew from his lips and doors began to slam all the way down the hall.
The door to the office slams open so hard the frame shudders, and there he was. Soaked in rain and sweat, his eyes wild as he stares at you.
“Y/N?!”
“Jisung—” Within seconds, he closed the distance between you, his face was flushed as he took your face into his hands, turning you to light as if he was looking for signs of abuse or something being wrong. Once he realised you were fine, he shoved himself away from you.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You just vanished? No call? No text?!" He stared around at the office, it was obvious you'd been staying here, but he couldn't think of why. He provided you with everything, a roof over your head, meals...Everything but you was staying here?
"I thought you were fucking dead! You've been hiding out here?" Your throat felt as though it was closing up. You hadn't expected him to see him so raw in front of you; usually, he was calm and collected and held everything inside.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” you whimper out, shaking your head.
“Bullshit!” he snaps. You always knew what to do, even in dangerous situations.
“You always know what to do. Fuck, you've been with me in shitty places, you've handled shootouts and stakeouts and interrogations like they were nothing. But you run from me? Did I do something wrong?” He panics, he'd been wrecking his mind for days since you'd disappeared, trying to figure out what he could have done to make you go.
"I was scared...Okay? I-I didn't know what to do! I was terrified." The air turned thick as Jisung looked at you,
"Of...of me?" He asks softly, and you sigh, shaking your head.
"Jisung-"
"Tell me...Was there someone else?" He knew he never gave you the chance to find someone else; you didn't even leave the mansion.
“…I’m pregnant.” You finally say, looking up at him. If you could see inside his brain, you would know the loading symbol would be there right now.
“I’m pregnant and it's yours..." You whispered, and Jisung shook his head. Slowly moving away from you as he leaned against the wall, his face crumpling.
"Y-You...You ran because you're pregnant? You were scared?" Tears fill your eyes as you shake your head. Things weren't exactly clear between the two of you; lines had been blurred since you started fucking.
"We...We were friends with benefits, Jisung. We made it clear it was just gonna be fun and no pressure, and then I took that fyucking test and I-"
"Did you think I'd make you...get rid of it?" He had to force himself not to cry as you looked at him. You looked broken, but he was too; it didn't just affect you.
“I didn’t know,” you sob. “I didn’t want to find out the hard way.” You cry as he moves toward you.
"We were sleeping together...We'd never labeled anything. I-I thought we were just...Sleeping together," Your words were coming out rushed and jumbled, and Jisung sighs reaching out and touching your cheek,
“I didn’t just sleep with you because I could.” He was nervous, his voice shaking. He'd been terrified to admit for a while that he wanted you because he was madly in love with you.
“I did it because I love you. But I thought if I said it, I’d lose you.” Your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him, and he chuckles softly.
“And now here we are. I was losing you anyway. Almost.” He smiles as you lean into his touch,
"I love you too, Jisung." You whisper before he kisses you softly.
FELIX:
As soon as that test had turned pink, you'd made plans to go home, just to get some space and think. You just dipped out of the house, you didn't tell Felix where you were going, and you didn't tell his men either. You hadn't thought anything of it; you figured it would be no big deal. You went home every now and again anyway, but you were wrong.
Felix took out the key to your apartment - the one you didn't even know he had and he opened the door
The door creaks open slowly, making you freeze on the sofa, you were half-curled up under a blanket, heart in your throat. You slowly reached out for the hockey stick you kept nearby. You'd been with a mafia don, you knew better than to sit alone unarmed,
but then you heard his voice, his tired and hurt voice.
“Angel…?” He stepped into view, and he relaxed a little seeing you there like nothing was wrong, but as you turned to face him, your breath caught in your throat. Felix looked completely broken. His eyes were red, his skin pale, and his hair was disheveled and under a hood. He was wearing a fucking hoodie instead of the suit you'd grown used to him wearing. You sat up quickly, dropping the blanket from your body.
“Felix—”
“You're okay.” His voice cracks as he studies you, his mind had been running overtime trying to convince him that something was wrong when you'd vanished from his grasp.
“I-I thought someone found you. Hurt you. I checked the hospitals. The morgues. I called in every favor I had.” He whispered, he didn't sound angry, he just seemed upset,
“I’m sorry,” you say as he looks at you.
“No, don't say sorry. Just tell me why. Why would you leave me like that?” You open your mouth, but you have no idea where to begin. It wasn't just something you could drop on him, but you knew he needed to hear it. It was his child, too.
“I’m pregnant.” The entire air in your apartment shifted, and he looked at you, tilting his head as if he'd misheard you,
“C-Come again?" He asks, his voice shaking a little as he looks down at your stomach.
“Pregnant. It’s yours. W-We're...We're having a baby, but-” Felix cut you off as he drops to his knees, touching your stomach and lifting up your shirt to expose the tiny bump on your stomach. You braced yourself for anger, you'd been beating yourself up thinking he was going to be pissed at you, but he was...crying.
Tears were spilling from his eyes as he shook his head, his lips trembling a little.
"We're pregnant...We're having a baby..."
"I... panicked a little. When I found out I...I just...I needed space. I didn't know if you wanted me...us.." Felix reeled back as if you'd just slapped him.
"You think I wouldn't want both of you? Jesus, angel. I would have dropped to my knees and begged you to marry me if you asked."
"Lix-"
"I've been hopelessly in love with you for years, angel. I'd do anything you ever wanted." He admits, as you laugh weakly, wiping the tears that were escaping from your eyes.
"I love you, too, Lixie."
SEUNGMIN:
“How did you find me?” You whisper as you look at Seungmin. He'd walked into the motel room like he owned the place, and he was calm. Too calm considering you'd been on the run for the last two weeks. He shrugs emotionlessly, and you feel a pang hit you. You had no right to feel hurt; you knew that, but it didn't mean you didn't feel it still.
“You left behind a messy trail. I thought I taught you better. People always do when they run scared.” He states as he looks around the room, his eyes scanning as if he were looking for something in particular. Your heart twists tightly, and you realise it might have already known what you were hiding.
“I didn’t think you’d—”
“What?” His voice is low, cutting you off quickly as he narrows his eyes at you.
“Didn’t think I’d care?” He asks you coldly, causing you to flinch.
“I looked for you for two weeks. Lost sleep. Canceled every deal, every meeting. I had every asset looking for you; all my manpower went into hunting for you."
“I had a reason.” You state, and his jaw ticks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I hope to God it’s a good one-"
“I’m pregnant.” You say cutting him off, and the cold look on his face vanishes within seconds.
"I ran because I was scared you'd want me to get rid of it...." Seungmin felt as though you were ripping his heart out of his chest.
“You really think that little of me?” He mumbles, sinking onto the chair that was inside the motel room. You watched him closely and sighed a little.
"You always said nothing was serious...That love is messy, your life was shitty, and you didn't allow any kind of softness to show. That people like us don't get families or anything good." Seungmin cursed under his breath and ran his hands over his face. He'd always been good at keeping a distance between you, putting that stretch between you so he wouldn't have to risk losing you.
“I was talking about me. I was trying to protect you. From me. From the world I live in...But you're in too deep for me to ever let you go.” He says that as you move toward him, he pulls you toward him by your hips, making you stand between his legs.
“You didn’t want a family.” You whisper, but he shakes his head at you. It wasn't that he didn't want one.
“I never expected to be blessed with one. But you didn’t even give me the chance to think about it.” You swallow hard as you look down at him, his eyes are burning with tears threatening to spill.
“You really thought I was capable of that?” His voice softens, barely audible. “That I’d make you end it?” Tears were already streaming down your face, and you sobbed a little, the sound breaking him,
“I didn't know what to think, okay? I was scared of trapping you. Forcing you to take care of me." His fingers brush over your hips softly as he nods his head. He was doing his best to see things from your side.
“I’ve done some fucking shitty things,” he murmurs. “But I would never hurt you. Or this child.” He shakes his head, kissing your stomach as your lip wobbles.
“I didn’t think you wanted me,” you admit, and he stood up, bringing you into his arms, your head resting against his chest.
“That’s the problem, isn’t it? I spent so long pretending I didn’t, you believed it.” He sighs, kissing the top of your head,
"No one's taking you or my child away from me." He promises as you cuddle closer to him.
JEONGIN:
This cabin was out in the middle of nowhere. No one, besides you and your brother, knew that this place existed, and yet there was a knock at the door. Your brother would have let himself inside. He had the key; he wouldn't knock.
But there it was again.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you put down the book you were reading and crept over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see Jeongin standing there. He looked broken, his shoulders hunched over like the world was sitting on them, and his eyes were red. Jeongin never cried in front of anyone...not even you.
You knew you couldn't hide from him forever, but you'd come out here for some space to think, trying to give yourself time to come up with what to say to him, but it appeared as though you had no other choice now. You slowly unlock and pull the door open with a shaky breath.
“Jeongin…”
“You’re here,” He whispers, before you can respond, he wraps his arms around you and brings you into an embrace, your breath catching as you hated the way you relaxed instantly against him. But as quickly as he had hugged you, he let you go.
"You ran off," He grumbles, and you move so he can come further inside, shutting the door behind him,
"I had to," You whisper, running your hands up and down your arms in a self-soothing motion as he shakes his head at you.
"You left...Ghosted me. No call...no goodbye....I-I...I didn't know if you'd died or someone took you!" His voice was cracking as tears threatened to spill down his face; all he'd done for the last week was hunt for you, cry, and hunt some more.
"I-I've been fucking terrified." Guilt crushed down on you as you looked down at the floor,
“I didn’t do it to hurt you,” you whisper.
“Then why?” He begged, he was desperate to know if he'd done something wrong or if he'd hurt you in some way. He'd wrecked his brain trying to figure it out, but nothing would make sense.
"I'm pregnant...Innie...and it's yours," the words came out, and instantly he looked at you,
“I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought… I thought you’d be angry. Or scared. Or that you’d make me get rid of it.” He looked pained by that alone, and you sighed,
"You think I'd do that?" He was offended, and he had every right to be.
“I-I don't know! I panicked...You kept m-mentioning how you're one of the youngest mafia dons in Seoul and know you’re still figuring everything out. I didn’t want to dump this on you—”
“You’re not dumping anything on me.” His voice finally rises, anger spewing out as he realizes you'd run with his child inside of you.
“You’re carrying my kid. And you didn’t even give me the chance to step up.” Tears blur your vision as you whimper a little.
“I didn’t want to force you into something you weren’t ready for.” He stalks his way toward you, stopping in front of you as he shakes his head,
“I’m not ready,” he says, breathless. “I don’t know how to be a dad. I don’t even know if I’m good at being your friend.” Your heart broke hearing the cracks in his voice, and he smiles weakly,
“I'll learn to be ready...I'll learn everything I need to." He states as he slowly reaches his hand out and settles on your belly, a warm smile spreading over his lips,
"Holy shit, we're gonna be parents," He chuckles before tears roll down his cheeks, and he wraps his arms around you. Because no matter how young or unready he felt, he was going to stay, and there was no way in hell you were going to go through any of this alone.
Description: You lived to get under Jungkook’s skin, constantly trying to rile him up and annoy him just to get a reaction. What happens when, during a cabin trip with friends, you accidentally push too far?
Warnings: PRIMAL PLAY, (primal kink go brrrrrr), Slight Dub-Con, Exercise (we hate running), More Exercise (we love fucking), Degradation, Humiliation, Praise, Choking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom!Jungkook, Mad!Jungkook (deserves its own warning), Manhandling, Restraining, Teasing, Reader is Annoying AF for the plot, Pussy Slapping, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex?
Word Count: 10.3k
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this oneshot! I had a particularly good time writing it up. Please enjoy!
It was a hot summer day when your van strode up to the cabin. Though the roads had been shit, rocky terrain and winding paths to get through the mountains, your arduous journey had come to an end. At last, you could escape the cramped quarters of Yeri's Sedan, stretch your limbs and breathe in the fresh air the wilderness offered. Granted, you would have to squeeze through the extra luggage you guys had crammed in the back with you and Jimin, slipping between the seats and waiting for everyone else to climb out first, courtesy of the two of you sitting in the very back closest to the trunk— but it was well worth the sacrifice.
From your position in the very back you were able to stare at the back of Jungkook's head for a full 8 hours, with him being none the wiser. God, you were a creep for getting satisfaction from that, but you were a woman obsessed. Seeing every time his tattooed fingers would comb through his hair, or the occasional stretches from sitting in the same place for too long, it was a view you were glad you didn't miss from any other seat. Yeri and her boyfriend Jaehyun, who was driving, were sitting in the very front, which left four seats in the back. Jungkook had opted for the middle right, and though being seated right next to him may seem optimal, it would make it too obvious that you were constantly staring. A habit you couldn't keep in check for the life of you. Unfortunately, the sight of Jungkook was irresistible. Instead you let Taehyung take the chosen spot, with you and Jimin sitting in the back with the leftover duffel bags and backpacks you were unable to cram in the trunk.
Not that you were complaining. You could deal with a little less leg room with the privacy you were granted to creep all you'd like. Jimin, sweetheart that he is, was asleep for the majority of the trip, snoring away except for the occasional gas station breaks and rest stops. You were able to peak over Jungkook's shoulder a few times to see what he was up to, but it was mainly doodling in his notebook or playing ad-free games on his phone. No insightful texts for you to spy on or gain intel from.
"Fucking finally!" Jaehyun killed the engine, stopping the radio along with it.
"Thank you for getting us home safely, baby." Yeri reached over the center console to give her boyfriend a kiss, much to the disgust of her brother Tae.
You looked over to Jimin, who was still snoozing, mouth agape and head leaning back in his neck pillow. Shaking his shoulder, you rose him from the dead. "Jimin, buddy, we're here already."
"Here" was a 2 story cabin in a heavily wooded, rural area located in the mountains. With a heated pool and far from civilization, it was the perfect place to recenter and take a breather from every day life. It was a popular destination primarily in the fall and winter, but the six of you were able to get a good price on it for the summer, all of you pitching in on the AirBnB months in advance for this getaway. You were particularly ecstatic about it. Five whole days stuck in a cabin with Jungkook? It was a fanfiction come to life! Granted, you'd prefer it were just the two of you and you had been snowed in, as the story line typically goes, but you'll take what you could get.
Jungkook, who was Taehyung's best friend, had been the object of your not-so secret affections for quite some time now. Always quiet, almost broody, he was a gorgeous specimen who barely even spared you a glance.
Granted, you did your best to annoy him at any opportune moment. Anything to get his attention. Seeing as you were Yeri's best friend, you might as well have been Taehyung's second obnoxious younger sister. Both you and Jungkook were constantly at the Kims' house, giving you ample time to be in his business and know the details of his personal life.
You swore sometimes he hated you, but if he did, he didn't outright show it. When you'd do your best to tease him or get a rise out of him, he'd ignore you or brush off your attempts. Those were the worst. You hated the indifference he gave you. All you wanted was a reaction, to see that pretty face contort into something besides boredom around you for once. Even if it were a joking smile or a grimace or a scowl— you wanted it so bad. Anything to get his eyes to finally lock with yours for more than a second. Anything to get him to notice you.
Then again, after years, you still hadn't gotten much from him. It was as though he were impervious to your feeble attempts. Perhaps he had gotten used to it in your younger years, knowing exactly how to make you tick and truly boil with rage inside. Perhaps he simply never cared. Either way, it was a habit you were unable to break at this point, still acting like a kid with a playground crush, teasing just to get a reaction.
It was the only types of interactions you really got with him anyways.
Jimin, Taehyung's other friend, grumbled as you shook him, looking up and out of the window at the greenery before him. He blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings and turning to you. "How long was I out?"
"Two days," you joked, eyes wandering to Jungkook slipping out of the car. You shimmied between the seats, grabbing your duffle bag with you as you climbed out. "Good luck getting proper sleep tonight. You were pretty knocked out of it."
You stretched your arms overhead, relieving the ache in your shoulders and legs and massaging the sore muscles. You watch Jungkook do the same, observing the sliver of skin revealed as his t-shirt rose up. Thank god this place had a pool. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook shirtless again, to see if his abs had gotten more defined, if his shoulders got any broader, if his biceps got any bigger. Had he gotten any more tattoos in addition to the full sleeve he sported? Your mouth watered at the thought.
"Home sweet home!" Yeri cheered, approaching the front door and putting the code into the lockbox attached to the door knob.
You circled around the car to where Taehyung was opening the trunk. Grabbing onto the handle of your suitcase, you yanked it from the pile, nearly falling on your ass in your attempt.
"Woah! Do you need help with that?" Taehyung questioned (after laughing at your expense). "Yo, Kook! Can you come give Y/N a hand with her bag?"
Your heart practically leapt at the thought as Jungkook approached, immediately grabbing your suitcase as if it weighed nothing.
"How much shit did you pack? We're only going to be here a week," he grunted, reaching for your duffel too. "Go ahead and give me that too."
"Sure you can handle all of that?" you teased, but give him the bag anyway.
"Better than you, that's for sure. You'll be wheezing like an old man trying to carry these upstairs."
He was right about that. You were excited to see him do it, though, seeing his muscles pump up and strain, veins prominent in his hands and forearms as he carried them for you. Sure, Taehyung had told them to do it, but you could let yourself fantasize for a moment that he did so for you. For such an introverted nerd, he was surprisingly a gym rat, with much of his time with Taehyung now spent at the gym.
You obediently followed him into the cabin and up the stairs, getting a great view of his ass. Fuck you needed to stop perving over this man, but you couldn't help it.
Yeri and Jaehyung were going to be downstairs in the master bedroom, where there was one other bedroom for Jimin. Upstairs there were two more bedrooms, one where you'd be solo and the other for Taehyung and Jungkook to share. (Or perhaps Jungkook and Jimin would switch. Taehyung had simply insisted he did not want to sleep anywhere near Yeri and her boyfriend.)
Following Jungkook into what was presumably your room, you took in the space. It was very much a cozy vibe, with western decor and lots of mahogany. The bed was easily big enough for two people.
"Where do you want it?"
Your pulse quickened as you looked at Jungkook with wide eyes.
"Wa— Hm?" You corrected yourself quickly before you could blurt out the words "want it". No need for him to know where your dirty mind had wandered.
"Your bag."
"Oh. On the bed's fine." It'd be fine for you guys to do it, too. You could already see him spread out on the comforter, a meal waiting to be devoured. You tried to wipe the thought from your mind before you started to drool. There'd be plenty of time to fantasize about that later, and all while he was in the bedroom right next to you.
Jungkook dropped the duffel onto the sheets, turning to head out.
"Wait!" You internally curse yourself. "Er, do you need help with your bags, perhaps?"
He raised a brow. "You really think you'd be much help?"
"I mean, your bag is probably lighter than mine. Unless you packed dumbbells are something." You couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Bet a gym rat like you would get withdrawals from being away for so long."
He scoffed at that. "I think I'll manage just fine one week without."
"I dunno." You practically sang the words. "I think I see your biceps deflating already. You haven't been slacking off or anything lately, have you?"
He rolled his eyes, ignoring your comments and leaving your bedroom. You let out a huff of disappointment, grumbling as you tossed yourself onto your bed, kicking at the sheets in frustration. You just wanted him to stay in your room even a minute longer. Then again, if you had the opportunity you'd probably lock him in here. Chain him to the bed and ride him into the sunset if you were feeling truly psycho. (Which, don't worry, you weren't. At least for the time being.)
—
The day after, the six of you were huddled on the carpet in the foyer after binging the newest episodes of Love Island, glasses of wine in hand. Well, you, Yeri, and Taehyung had wine in hand. Jaehyun and Jungkook had opted for sake, and poor Jimin was already slumped over on the couch from it, no doubt in need of the sleep he evaded last night from his extraneous car nap.
The remaining five of you were playing a drinking game, where one wanted to collect as many of the cards as possible through whatever truth or dare was written on it, or be forced to drink. You were currently working through your third glass of wine, careful not to go to the fourth as you knew it would bring you into solid messy-drunk territory. Yeri was undoubtedly sloshed at this point, her face flushed and rosy as she leaned against Jaehyun.
Jungkook wasn't the least bit drunk, it seemed, only taking one shot and successfully pulling off most of the requests the cards demanded of him. He had a pretty impressive selection, whereas you opted for sips of your wine instead.
Yeri picked up the card, grinning as she read what was on it. "When was the last time you had sex?" She squealed, giggling as she further nuzzled against her boyfriend. "Well me and Jae—"
"Nope! Quit it!" Taehyung interrupted, snatching the card from her hand, his ears tinged pink from both being flustered and the alcohol. "I do not need to be hearing about that."
"But Taeeeee I don't wanna take another drink," Yeri whined, reaching for the card, which Taehyung held out of her grasp.
"Someone else can do it for you. I do not want to hear anything about my sister's sex life," Taehyung said with disgust. He turned to you, card pointed between two fingers. "Y/N?"
"Oh-ho-ho, you want to hear about my sex life then?" you joked, taking the card from him.
"Better yours than my sister's," Tae grumbled.
Still, you weren't sure if you wanted to share the truth. However, knowing Yeri's drunk state, she'd undoubtedly call you out on it if you told anything but.
Your cheeks flushed further, this time with embarrassment. The truth was you hadn't gotten laid in almost half a decade. But in your defense your vibrator and fantasizes of Jungkook had brought out more orgasms than any of the guys you hooked up with in college, and you weren't in the mood to set yourself up for disappointment. No one could compare to the fantasies in your head, so you'd everyone a favor and not waste anyone's time.
Jungkook nudged you with his shoulder after you took too long pondering. "Are you going to answer or what?"
You normally would've been elated for the brief physical contact, but instead it served as a reminder of his presence for this question. It also made this harder to avoid.
"Do I really have to? I'm not sure it'd be suited for Jimin's delicate ears."
"I'm pretty sure he's snoozing again anyway," Jungkook shrugged, tilting his head to the friend. "Go ahead and do it if you're brave enough."
Well, there was no other option with that. For once you shy away from his gaze, turning your head away as you stare at the card in your hand.
"Four years," you admit quietly.
Taehyung guffawed. "Four years? How have you gone that long? I can barely make it a few weeks."
"Ew ew ew! Now why do I have to hear that?" Yeri complained, shoving at her brother. "He's right though. We need to get you laid, girlfriend."
"Shut uuuup guys," you groaned. "It's not that hard. There's just... There hasn't been someone I wanted to do that with." Who wanted to do it with me, too.
Yeri's eyes lit up with drunken mischievousness. "What about—"
Jaehyun slapped his palm over her mouth, no doubt knowing exactly what she was going to say. Jaehyun, having been Yeri's long time boyfriend, knew all too well about your long standing crush on Jungkook. No need for her to blurt it out to the rest of the room. "I think it's about time I get you to bed."
Yeri weakly protested, but before long her boyfriend successfully dragged her back to their bedroom, and you're left with the other three.
"How come you haven't gotten with anyone in so long?" Taehyung asked, nosy as ever.
You tossed your card in your pile, picking up your wine glass to take a gulp this time. "No one's wanted me I guess."
"Bullshit. I told you last year my friend Jaemin was into you and you never even hit him up." Damn Taehyung.
"He's cute and all just..." You did your best not to glance at Jungkook, instead observing him from your periphery. "I have this idea in mind of what I want things to be like, and I know no one can live up to expectations."
"You sure you're not just too picky or something?" Taehyung chuckled. You wondered for a second if he was also in on your worst-kept-secret.
"Maybe," you admitted. "But it's not worth wasting people's time. I mean, I'm sure eventually I'll find someone who will make me want to at least try."
"And no one has for four years?" Jungkook finally spoke up.
You feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his direct inclusion. No, you wanted to scream. No one but you! "We can't all be easy," you said defensively. Who knew how many other women Jungkook had been with while you were stuck pining.
"We can't all be prudes, either," Jungkook shot back.
That was unlike him. And it stung. You locked eyes with him, and he held your stare, unyielding for once.
"You know, I think it's about time someone gets Jimin to bed. He's going to complain about back pain if we let him stay in that position on the couch any longer," you redirected, breaking off the stare and looking away, ending the game. Suddenly it didn't feel like fun anymore.
Taehyung groaned. "You're probably right."
As he moved to carry his friend back to his room, you exited, wanting as much space from Jungkook right now as possible. You felt embarrassed for the way he called you out like that. Did he really think you were a prude? Someone who wouldn't put out because she was... what? Too good to? Too scared to?
You got up to leave, the air inside suddenly feeling much too stuffy for your tastes. You needed some space from Jungkook and his words, letting your cheeks burn a little less and get your mind off internalizing the interaction. In the backyard now, you headed to the pool, sitting down to dangle your feet in the water, the LED lights from within surrounding you in a near neon blue. You tilted the glass back to your lips, getting whatever leftover drops of wine there was to offer. You definitely pushed too far with the "easy" comment. Served you right for being an annoying brat.
You let yourself dip further into the pool, submerging yourself in the heated water as you put down the glass. It felt comforting to be in here, clothes and all, though you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, having pre-prepared for sleep. She shirt floated along with you, drifting around your waist and upper thighs as you glided through, feeling the warm water kiss your bare skin and bring comfort. Sometimes when you were feeling especially weird you'd float in pools like these and pretend you were back in your mother's womb, safe and protected from the inevitable mistakes that would come with living.
You needed to calm yourself, erase the mistakes of a few minutes before in your mind. You move your arms and float within, keeping yourself upright until you tilt back, laying on the surface as you idly glide along the water. Staring up at the stars, they seemed so much brighter than back home. You could clearly make out a few constellations. Orion's Belt, the big and little dippers...
"What're you doing out here?"
Your peaceful swim is brought to a halt, and you righten yourself to see Jungkook staring down at you.
Why was he out here?
"Swimming."
"I see that," Jungkook said. "You shouldn't swim when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," you denied.
"Yeah you are. Your limit is three glasses, and you just finished your third." He looked pointedly at the glass left on the edge. So he had noticed how many you took. And knew you couldn't have more than four.
Well, of course he'd know that. The first time you tried wine was when you were sleeping over at the Kims', and you and Yeri had killer hangovers that resulted in the entire guest bathroom being wiped down. To be fair the two of you didn't know that wine got bad after it was opened, and the bottles that had been hidden in the bar had been there for years.
"So what?" You felt like a petulant child, turning away from him. You were still embarrassed, and weren't expecting to interact or see him again until at least morning. You figured he'd be helping Taehyung with Jimin.
"So you should get out of the pool and dry off." He dropped a towel by the edge. Had he brought that with him?
"What're you gonna do if I don't? Come get me?" You couldn't help but tease. Part of you really wanted him to.
"Funny," Jungkook huffed. He squatted down, the lights from the pool causing the shine of the moving water to dance across his face, illuminating him beautifully. "Can you get out now, please?"
"I don't wanna." You swam a bit further away from him to the other side. You had half the mind to stick your tongue out at him.
There's a beat of silence.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook said. That you didn't expect.
You stilled, keeping your place in the water as you tried to process his words.
"I shouldn't have called you a prude," Jungkook continued. "You have standards. That's commendable. I'm sorry if we— I, made you feel like shit about it. It was wrong."
You held your breath, and it helped you float a bit more. You couldn't believe Jungkook was apologizing to you. Your back was still turned to him, so luckily he couldn't see your expression.
"Are you mad at me?" he questioned.
You swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts. "No." You turn your head to the side, still not directly looking at him. "I'm... sorry too. I shouldn't have insinuated you were easy." If he were, maybe then he'd give you a chance.
"It's fine. C'mon, let me get you out."
He held his hand out to you, and you giddily swam up to him. His large hand completely dwarfed your own, and a small part of your gremlin brain gave you an impulsive thought that drunk-you simply couldn't resist.
You tugged, watching him fall headfirst into the pool, water splashing everywhere as he submerged completely beneath. You let out a maniacal laugh as his head popped up from the surface, a mix of surprise and rage on his features. You had never seen that on his face before.
"Now we're even!" You cackled, watching him sputter out whatever water had gotten into his mouth.
"You are so lucky I didn't have any electronics on me!" he exclaimed. He swam towards you, causing you to squeal and try and swim away. "Oh no you don't!"
His large hands grip your waist, pulling you against him as you wriggle and try to escape his hold.
"Look who's ma-ad!" you breathily wheezed, endlessly amused by the anger on his face. You couldn't help it. You finally got under his skin, and like the child you were, it brought you so much delight. So much satisfaction.
"Of course I'm mad, you're being an absolute brat right now."
"I've never seen you this mad," you continued, grinning up at him. "It's so hard to get a rise out of you."
"You still try, though."
"I do," you admitted, looking up at him cockily. "And today I succeeded."
"C'mon, brat, let's get out of here before I get a cramp from keeping us both afloat." He tugged you closer to his chest, and you feared he might feel your heartbeat quicken.
You tried to squirm out, but his arm his ironclad around your waist as he dragged you closer to the edge. "I can swim on my own!"
"I'm not letting you." Jungkook finally let go of you, only to lift you up with both hands and sit you on the ledge. You're blessed with the sight of him hoisting himself up as well, and the outline of his abs and chest through the now transparent white shirt assured you your little prank was well worth the trouble. He grabbed the towel he had brought before and dumped it on your head, pressing a large hand down and rubbing the fabric into your hair. "Dry," he commanded.
You begrudgingly did as you're told, rubbing the towel over your head and face. Luckily it was still a hot summer night, so it wasn't as though you were freezing when you got out.
You dried as best as you can, wringing your shirt out and offering him the now partially-damp towel. Admiring him while he was partially distracted, you couldn't help but replay the image of his irritated face in your head over and over again, and how much you liked it.
"Thank you," you quietly mumbled, almost hoping he wouldn't catch it. "For coming to get me out."
"Well... I was concerned I upset you." He finished patting himself down. "Besides, now we're even."
—
After that, you made many more feeble attempts at catching Jungkook's attention. Asking him to reach dishes on the higher shelves when you'd typically have no issue climbing on top of countertops. Knocking on his bedroom door to see what he was up to— though most times it was just Taehyung. One time you accidentally popped in on the elder in the midst of changing, which was embarrassing. No more of that.
Sometimes you accidentally succeeded, however. Like during your hike through the mountains as a group, your left knee started audibly clicking with every step. You tried to swallow the pain, but with how bruised your feet felt and how often you had to stop the group to take a breather, it was becoming difficult. Curse you for being the least athletic of the whole group. You should've joined Yeri in volleyball sophomore year when you had the chance.
Jungkook, chivalrous gentleman has he was, begrudgingly insisted that you climb on his back the rest of the trek down. Not that you really minded, though, feeling his steady heartbeat through his back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck was a dream come true for you. You simply felt embarrassed that you had caused all the trouble, and not even on purpose this time.
On the final day before you all were set to head back home, however, you officially crossed a line.
You hadn't even intended for the night to go the way it did. It was 2 in the morning, and most everyone was already asleep in preparation for the long drive tomorrow. You, though, were a well known insomniac, with tonight being no exception.
Imagine your surprise when you stumbled across Jungkook, lying across one of the pool chairs, tiny sketchbook in hand. He looked fine as hell, hoodie hiding most of his tattoos, gym shorts showing the expanse of his muscled thighs. You were so upset this was your last day living with him, able to invade his space so easily.
With a devilish grin you snuck up behind him, snatching it from above to get a better look. Unfortunately you lost the page he had been working on, and flipping through the earlier pages you recognized the anime and flower sketches he had been working on during the ride here. "May I?"
"Y/N!" Jungkook's head twisted around as he glared at you, swiping for the book which you quickly held out of reach. He huffed with frustration. "Give that back."
"These are good, Jungkook, no need to be embarrassed," you snickered, flipping over a page to see small doodles. "Don't tell me you've got porn or something hidden in here."
Even through the neon LED lights the pool illuminated, you could see his cheeks burn a slight crimson. Ah, so there was something interesting in here. That or he was particularly attached to it. That only gave you further incentive to mess with him.
He stood from the seat, towering over you as he approached. You took a step back, however, keeping the book outstretched the other way. There was no way you were giving up that easily. Shaking his head, he pressed his tongue against the inside his cheek, irritated. He looked so hot. You were delighted at the sight. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"
"Nope." You flipped over another page, seeing a detailed drawing of a bee and another of a water lilly. Nothing particularly damning yet.
"Why are you always trying to rile me up?" He made a quick move for the book again, but you're quicker, spinning around him and putting it behind your back.
Because it turns me on.
Nope, can't say that, that'd freak him out.
"Cause it's fun," you admitted cheekily. "I rarely get a reaction out of you typically."
"Is this the reaction you're wanting?" He took another step forward, and you take another step back. His eyes were lidded and jaw clenched, irritation prominent in his expression. You're half tempted to run into the woods with the book just to see what secrets he had hidden in it.
"Almost."
"Almost?" he questioned. He glared at you, cocking his head to the side as he studied your mischievous, satisfied expression. "What is it you're wanting?"
Oh, only for you to fuck me where I stand, no biggie.
"Just a bit of fun, clearly. You look like you're about to blow a fuse. There must be something awfully interesting in this book for you to be so territorial over it," you snickered, taking a few more steps back to distance yourself from him and flipping through another page. "I mean, come and get it, if you can."
That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, though, because suddenly you hear a very low, very deep: "That's it."
You acted on instinct as you see him lunge towards you, your feet carrying you away without you having to even think about it. Jungkook's hand swiped for you as you dodged, and you were distancing yourself a few feet per second as you dashed away and out of the backyard. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you snapped the journal shut, clutching it to your body as you sprinted into the trees. You're practically flying across the pre-made path, illuminated well enough now by the moonlight over head.
You didn't think it would go this far. You should've given him the journal at that moment, but you acted on instinct, fight or flight mode controlling your every whim as you dove headfirst into the wooded area surrounding the cabin. You stayed along the path, only able to hear your feet beating against the ground and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
Maybe you were overreacting, but the look in his eyes as he jumped towards you said one thing: Run.
You looked behind, certain you had been quick enough to lost him, but you see his shadowy form gaining on you. And fast.
Fuck!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
You shrieked, making a sharp right off the trail and through the trees. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been chased. It must've been when you were a kid at summer camp. This was nothing like those games of tag, however. The fear coursing through your veins, the danger that was approaching from behind, all of it had given you a surge of adrenaline you had never encountered before.
Your breathing was quick as you dodged branches and swerved between the trunks. Luckily it wasn't autumn, otherwise the crunch of the dead leaves beneath your feet would give away your location. Then again, you had no clue where Jungkook had went either.
You didn't think Jungkook would hurt you. No, you knew he wouldn't.
But you didn't know what he was going to do when he caught you, either. And with how fast he clearly was, it seemed like an inevitability.
You internally cursed, spinning around one of the trees and pressing yourself against the bark, breathing through your nose and trying to make as little noise as possible. Fuck, you couldn't even see the trail or the cabin any more. How deep had you gotten? What if you weren't able to find your way back at this rate?
Panicked, you look around, your eyes now adjusting to the darkness. You're able to take a few slower, deeper breaths, relieved you had lost him.
But the relief didn't last long.
A large hand slammed against the bark next to you, Jungkook popping out from around the trunk. His eyes looked like one of a beast's, dark and ominous as he narrowed in on you. You screamed, ducking beneath and around the other side, barreling further into the dense forest. How had he caught up to you so fast? Why was he so determined?
Your shallow, fast breaths were getting louder now as you pumped your body for all you had, using all of your strength to get away as quickly as possible. You weren't going to make the mistake of looking back again— you knew he was right behind you.
And suddenly you felt arms caging in around your waist, Jungkook's catching you and yanking you to him, sending you both straight to the ground as his body weight crushed yours. The ground bit at your skin, all the breath being pushed out of your lungs as he fell on top of you, the crash chaotic and no doubt leaving bruises from where you landedp. The book flew out of your hands as both of you tumbled down. You scrambled trying to get out from under him, arm outstretched and fingers spread as you try and reach for the book which was just a few inches away, when his larger one engulfs your wrist, twisting you around and manhandling you to flip you on your back.
You had fantasized about Jungkook on top of you many times before, but never quite like this.
He grabbed your other wrist and pinned it down next to your head, shackling you to the forest floor and forcing you to look up at him. You were able to see far too clearly with your eyes adjusted to the night, the moonlight showing the rage on his beautiful face. He was breathing heavily from the exertion of the chase, chest heaving up and down beneath his hoodie as he glared down at you, a wild look in his eyes. His nostrils flared, mouth parted as he took in greedy gasps of air, his face closer to yours than you were used to. You tried to reach a foot up to kick him in the chest, but he dodged, trapping your thighs between his own. You struggled, pushing your hands up to try and twist out of his iron-clad grip, but he remained firm.
There was another spike of fear that ran through you as you realized he wasn't going to let you go.
Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into?
You were in the belly of the beast, trapped with no hope of escape. You tried and twisted some more, and his grip tightened, keeping you glued to the ground with him practically sitting on top of you. He wasn't even looking for the notebook anymore, all of his attention focused solely on you.
He continued to breathe hard, now deeper as you were both finally at a standstill. "Caught you..." he panted, still trying to catch his breath.
You clenched and unclenched your fists, frustrated with how you were helpless beneath him, now unable to fight back. Offering a weak smile, you tried to catch your own breath. "J-Jungkook..." You hadn't meant for the word to come out so airy, almost like a moan. A plea. "You can have the book back... It's right there."
"I don't want it anymore," he snarled.
You gulped, squirming in his hold, something you could no longer hide given your predicament. "O-Oh," you said shakily, trying to offer a laugh. "Let's... Let's talk?"
"Yeah, let's talk," he sneered, with no intention of letting you out from under him. No doubt you'd try and run away again. You'd probably climb over the mountain if it meant escape. "Why're you always testing me, huh? Trying to get under my skin, irritate me. I've tried so hard with you, tried to be patient, but you just don't know when to quit, do you?"
This time you didn't respond, unable to answer his questions. You weren't sure this was exactly the moment for honesty.
"Thought you wanted to talk, sweetheart."
Fuck, that made your heart flutter despite the situation. You look to the side, anywhere but Jungkook, and instead to the leaves and trees overhead above him. "I-I just like annoying you, that's all."
"That's all, huh?" His fingers flexed around your wrists. "It's almost like you like seeing me angry."
You squirmed again, closing your eyes as you try to kick beneath him, heels digging into the ground as you try to push him off. His body weight didn't give you much wiggle room, though and your weak attempts don't go unnoticed by him. You felt so embarrassed, so small and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. You turned your head to the side, wanting to shrink away form his hard stare. He didn't let up, however.
"Nuh uh," he hissed, stretching your arms above your head and trapping both wrists in one hand now. Unfortunately you didn't have enough strength to weasel out of the one. All that time you had spent thirsting over his gym photos, and now it was all being used against you. He roughly gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned your face from the side and back at him. "Look at me."
Hesitantly, you peeked back up at him, the angry expression you had worked so hard for now glowering down at you.
"Just..." You whimpered, biting your lip with shame. "Just wanted your attention."
The fingers around your face seemed to twitch at that, and his eyes flashed with something you don't recognize. Perhaps surprise? His grip on your wrists tightened, stretching your arms out more to make you squirm with discomfort. "Is that it?" You heard a low, ominous chuckle. "Well congratulations, sweetheart. You finally got it."
Before you could wail out your deepest apologies and beg for his forgiveness, he's tilting your chin up further, craning your neck, and kissing you.
Your eyes widened as you felt the lips you had dreamed of for so long on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth and gliding against yours with ease. He completely dominated you, the hand on your jaw now sliding down the column of your throat, feeling every gasp and moan that travelled through it as he took you completely. He lightly squeezed, as though reminding you to behave. Jungkook pressed his lips harder against yours, not letting you escape, forcing you to feel every part of him you had been so desperate for. Your head felt like it was spinning, fists furling and unfurling as you finally shut your eyes and tried to kiss him back, tried to keep up and have your body process this faster than your brain could. You were in complete disbelief this was happening. Was this real? Were you actually back home at the cabin, having another sick, twisted wet dream about Jungkook?
It was better than any of your dreams or fantasies could have predicted. The way Jungkook's mouth moved against yours, the secure hold against your neck and bound wrists, the subtle grind he made against you, nothing could compare. It felt better than you had ever hoped, and far, far filthier than you had ever dreamed.
Jungkook finally pulled back, breathless once again, lips now glistening in the moonlight as he stared down at you. You were panting as well, staring up at him with wonder at what he'd done, and what he'd do next. Did he regret it? Did he suddenly come to his senses? Realize it was you he was actually kissing in the middle of the wilderness?
His eyes scoured your flushed expression, traveling down to where your chest sunk and rose with each breath, and your thighs trapped between his. Biting his lip, he lifted to his knees, hands still firmly pinning you down as he shoved a leg between your own, nudging them apart. "Spread 'em."
Shocked, you did as you're told, slowly opening your legs to his prying eyes, humiliation coursing through your veins. You had gone outside in your pajamas, just some sleep shorts and a tank top, and there wasn't much modesty you could provide.
Jungkook seemed satisfied with the sight, however, moving his other knee between yours as well as he looked down at the tiny shorts that barely covered you now. "Fuck..." He let go of your neck, his grip loosening as he lightly touched the skin available to him, tracing down over your tank top, between your breasts and past your stomach, stopping just above the hemline of your shorts. He was transfixed, eyes drinking in all they could in the dim light. He locked gazes with you again, hard gaze refusing to let you look away. "Do you want me to touch you? Or do you want me to let you go and run away again?"
You gulped, thighs twitching at the thought of either.
"I need an answer, Y/N."
"I-I—" Curse your infernal stammering. You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your throat, trying to collect yourself. "Please... touch me."
Jungkook grunted in response, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and roughly tugging them down your legs, revealing a cute pair of pink panties for him to rip apart. He didn’t admire them too long, quickly yanking them down as well to store in the pocket of his shorts. He used the free hand to roughly pin one of your knees against the ground, keeping you spread for him with no where to hide, your glistening folds shining even in the darkness.
"Fuck, you really like seeing me mad, don't you?" he said under his breath, fingers lightly trailing up from your knee and up your inner thigh. You squirmed under his gaze, flustered and embarrassed at how exposed you were as he continued to unapologetically stare at you, eyes reveling at your bare sex. "Just wanted me to pin you down and fuck you every time you annoyed me, is that it?"
"Y...Yes..." you quietly admitted, hips slightly bucking to try and get his hand closer, to no avail. He pushed against your hip to keep you against the ground, thumb inching closer to where you wanted, rubbing slow circles against the inside of your hip. "Please don't tease."
His nostrils flared at that. "Tease? Like how you tease me all the time? Acting like a little slut just for my attention?"
His hand came down to slap against your wet folds, making your hips jump at the delicious sting. You accidentally let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his hand coming back down to rub against your sex and soothe the pain, traveling between your wet folds and admiring the slick that collected on them.
"Fuck, Jungkook!" You whimpered out the words, tears springing in your eyes.
"God, you're something else..." Jungkook said quietly, as though it were to himself. He let his digits dance against you, teasing around your entrance and clit but never giving you enough. "Every time you'd come begging for my attention, pissing me off, I had to walk away. Because I knew this would happen. Knew I'd just lose it and have to fuck the attitude out of you then and there."
He slipped a finger in and you mewled, pushing further against the hand that bound your wrists together. You weren't able to lift them even a centimeter from the ground. You wanted to reach up and touch him, curl your fingers into his hair and tug, wrap your hands around his forearm and feel the how the tendons worked as he curled his digits inside of you. You dug your heels into the ground, savoring the feeling of Jungkook's finger curling in you repeatedly, the sound of your wetness filling the night air.
"You're so wet for me, took it so easily..." He slipped another digit in, watching you keen as you tried to buck your hips again and greedily swallow him in deeper. "Couldn't just ask me out like a normal person, huh? Had to act like we were still on the playground, just irritate me for fun."
"It worked, didn't it?" you questioned, whimpering as the digits aimed at your g-spot, digging deep into your pressure point, his palm pressed against your mound and grinding against you.
He couldn't help but smile at that. "It did, didn't it?" His hand started moving faster, harder, as though to drive further emphasis to your question. "And now you're going to have to face the consequences."
You felt pressure building up in your abdomen, moaning as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into you, his thrusts hard and precise. You weren't even able to bring yourself to orgasm this fast, but with Jungkook it seemed like it was about to happen any minute.
Jungkook hovered over you, his face close as he finally let go of your wrists, slapping his palm against your mouth the dull your screams. "Shh, not so loud, sweetheart," he cooed patronizingly, a wicked grin on his face as he saw you struggle and whine, a third finger slipping inside, giving you a delicious burn from the stretch of the girthy digits. "Don't want to wake anyone with those slutty sounds, yeah? Those are all for me."
You were finally able to do as you wished with your hands, both wrapping around his forearm as you felt the muscles move and flex with every curl of his fingers, veins bulging beneath as he worked to get you to the finish line. You couldn't help but let your nails scratch along him a bit, overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure he brought. The sound of his palm repeatedly slapping against your wet sex was embarrassingly loud, and the movement of his fingers revealed how into this you were.
"Ah..." Your moan was muffled beneath his palm, but he undoubtedly felt the vibrations against his skin.
"You close? Gonna cum on my fingers already?" His smile was near sadistic as he watched you struggle beneath him. "C'mon, let go for me. So fucking desperate for it."
His thumb came up to dig against your clit, swiping against you as he fingered you to an orgasm. Your toes curled and your thighs quaked, your moan muffled through Jungkook's palm as you arched against the forest floor, bliss overtaking you. Jungkook watched your expression intently, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you unravel underneath him, eyes crossed and face flushed as you took what he gave you.
He slowed the pumping of his fingers, pulling them out and rubbing the digits against your clit again. You hated the feeling of being empty again, hips rising for his touch so he'd sink further into you again. Jungkook tsked, offering two more sharp slaps to your cunt to quell your disobedience. "I think you're all warmed up for me now."
He took his hand away from your face, shoving the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers down so his erection could spring free. Grabbing your hair, he forced your head to look down at his cock.
"Take a look, sweetheart. It's the dick you wanted so badly."
He gives your cunt one final, harsh smack before he's roughly shoving your legs apart again, knees glued to the grass beneath as he shuffles closer to you, his cock lying against your bare sex. You tried to gyrate against him, feel him harder against you, wondering if the orgasm he gave you would be enough for you to fit all of that inside. He was just as big as you had hoped and girthier than the three fingers that had already stretched you out so well.
Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it against your pussy, teasing you further, letting you feel the heavy length that threatened to destroy you. He laughed when he saw the tears of frustration shine at the corner of your eyes. You tried to reach for him again, grab his cock and force it in you in one go, but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning them above you much like before. His face was inches from your own now, cocky and smug expression gleefully mocking your tearful, impatient one. "Are you gonna cry?" he questioned with a pout, sliding the cock head along your folds and teasing it against your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, rubbing harshly to see your legs shake again. "Poor baby."
"Jungkook please just—" you sniffled, straining against his grasp. "C'mon, put it in, please?"
"Why should I, sweetheart, when you've been nothing but a bitchy little brat?" He emphasized his words with a few more harsh slaps, letting go of his cock to smack his palm against your wet folds, enjoying the way your hips jumped up against the ground, as though chasing his touch. He sneered as you sobbed, lower lip trembling. "What makes you think you deserve it?"
"Want it so bad. Worked so hard for it," you cried, lips trembling.
"Yeah?" He took his cock again, lightly pushing it against your entrance only a few centimeters, but still refusing to dive inside. "Gonna stop annoying me all the time? Trying to rile me up? Gonna be a good slut from now on?"
You nodded quickly. "Yes! Yes, I promise!"
He slowly shook his head, tongue digging into his cheek, tsking with disbelief. "Fucking liar."
With that he slowly pushed into you, watching your lips part into an 'o' and he sunk inch by inch into your wet heat, stretching you completely. You couldn't help the moans that escaped you, feeling him go deeper than you had ever experienced before, digging in and pressing against your cervix, right against your lower belly.
"Fuuuuck that's it." He emanated a dark growl from his chest, watching himself sink further into you. "Take it all. That's a good slut."
He finally stopped when his hips are flush with your ass, making you feel everything he had to offer. You felt so full. Never had you been filled so completely before, and the fact that it was Jeon Jungkook was almost enough to make you come undone all over again.
"Fuck, what a good pussy." He let go of your wrists, hands gripping beneath your knees and folding you in half as he pulled his hips back, giving shallow thrusts as he felt you take him. "So good for me sweetheart, shit. Look at you. So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good for me. 'Course a brat like you gets this wet, fuck."
"You.. You..." You struggled to articulate words, gasping them out as you felt him drive into you, his thrusts getting longer and deeper as he pulled his hips back more, shoving his cock inside you harder to bury himself further into you. "You feel amazing."
He chuckled lowly, stooping over and connecting your lips once again, the kiss messy as he continued barreling his cock as deep inside as he could. "Yeah?" he breathed against you, the wet kissing sounds rivaling the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your wet pussy eagerly trying to swallow me deeper. "Live up to those— fuck— those dirty fantasies of yours, sweetheart?"
"Mmm," you moaned, nails clawing at his hoodie to pull him deeper. "Better."
He laughed at that, mouth fully taking over your own, forcing you to taste him as he reached one hand up to your throat, squeezing to choke you in a way that left you lightheaded. "You're better too, baby," he assured. "Never imagined you'd be this much of a slut for me."
You whimpered against his lips, grinding against him with every thrust, greedily swallowing each kiss and praying this moment would never end. You wanted to be glued against this forest floor with Jungkook forever, with only the trees and night air to hide you both. You tugged at his hoodie, bringing it up, letting your hands freely glide along the chiseled abs you had been obsessed over for years.
He rose, tugging it off quickly before diving back into you, not wasting a second to put his hand back on your throat and his lips back against yours. He wasn't letting you breathe for a second, wanting you lightheaded and dumb on his cock. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, swallowing every moan and grinding his pelvis against your clit, eager to make you cum again.
"You feel so fucking good baby," he groaned, tugging your tank top up and over your tits, kneading at the flesh beneath his fingers before leaning back and landing another slap on your clit. You squealed, your legs nearly kicking as he brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing hard circles. "C'mon, give me another. Be a good slut for me, c'mon. Cum on the dick you wanted so bad."
He drove you to the edge, making you cum so hard you practically see stars, your body trembling like a leaf as he pounded against you, stimulating every part of you. He leaned back down to swallow your cry, groaning against your mouth as he felt you clench and shake around him, your pitiful cries only driving him harder, faster against you. Unrelenting, like the punishment this was originally meant to be.
"Good girl," he moaned, head burying into your neck to littler kisses all over it, harsh sucks and nibbles to mark you along with the scrapes and bruises you undoubtedly acquired when he tackled you before. "Good f-fuuucking girl."
You buried your hands in his hair, curling your digits between the strands and tugging as he dug his hips against yours, cock nestled in as deep as it could go as he ground his hips against yours, pelvis practically glued against your clit. He pressed himself as closely as he could to you, and you hugged him closer, embracing the feeling of his smooth, bare skin beneath your finger tips. You felt so sensitive from the constant stimulation, tears springing to life again. He noticed, giving a small peck at the corner of one of your eyes.
"Sensitive baby? Need me to stop?"
"No," you tugged him closer, not wanting it to end. "Don't stop."
He laughed, melting into you, one arm still holding himself up above you by the elbow. He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, "Want another then?"
You squirmed at the thought, and your reaction only made him more determined, pushing further against you and grinding as deep as he could go, feeling himself move inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot, refusing to give you a break as he ground against it, the bulge below your belly button showing exactly how deep he was inside you.
"You're so cute when you cry." He kissed the other tearful corner. "Come on, one more with me. You were so desperate for it earlier. Need to fucking ruin you like the brat you are, c'mon."
He pulled his hips back, heavy thrusts returning as you're forced to take what he gives, feeling the bulge protruding from your lower tummy against the palm of his hand. He kissed you messily again, his tongue casually dominating and sliding against yours smoothly and effortlessly, as though he had been kissing you for years. Like putting you in your place was simply second nature to him. You mewled into his mouth, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as he got closer to finishing. His hand slid down your stomach and back to your clit, and he grinned against your lips as you squealed.
"Fucking pathetic. Desperate for this dick and can't even take it," he teased, panting against your mouth. "Giving up? Little pussy can't take it?"
"I can- I can take it."
"Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick again, sweetheart?" He looked at your fucked out expression, the concentration in your eyes as you look up at him pleadingly. "Cum for me now and maybe I'll fuck you again, how's that sound? Show me you deserve it."
You raked your nails down his bare back, feeling your third orgasm of the night overtake you. Jungkook can feel it, too, his digits on your sex getting as sloppy as his thrusts, trying to milk it out of you.
"C'mon c'mon c'mon, fuuuuck yes take it. Good fucking girl— fuck—" He felt you cum on his cock, thighs trembling, moan ringing out through the night, and it's enough to undo him. He pulled out, stroking himself and biting his lip as he came all over your twitching pussy, letting out a deep, gravelly moan at the sight of you covered in him.
He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you, as both of you caught your breaths, basking in the afterglow of what you had just done.
You held Jungkook in an embrace, feeling his heart rate slow as the minutes pass, his dick softening against your thigh, and the sudden awareness that the two of you were basically naked upon grass in the middle of the woods. The blades tickled at your sweaty back, but you didn't care, absentmindedly combing through Jungkook's hair. While your post-nut clarity was currently fantastic, you were unsure if he was having second thoughts.
Jungkook nuzzled his nose against you, buried in the crook of your neck as he took in a deep breath. Hiding his face from you, he grumbled the words into your skin. "Open the sketchbook."
Right. The sketchbook. The whole reason you had gotten into this predicament in the first place. The reason he had chased you down into the depths of the forest. You looked back to where you had dropped it, and Jungkook sat up and reached for it on your behalf, grabbing it and handing it to you.
You stared at him, confused for a moment. "I don't need to see it, really. You have your right to privacy. I shouldn't have taken it from you. It was a dick move. I was just trying to annoy you."
He laughed a little. "I know. Just open it."
You did as you were told, opening it up and thumbing through the pages. They were the same ones you had seen before. Some anime sketches, some doodles, some wildlife. It wasn't until you got to the final page he had drawn on. It was you. It wasn't finished yet, but it was undeniably a light sketch of you. You blinked, processing it, staring at the page and tracing your fingers lightly over the pencil strokes. Before what had just happened, happened, Jeon Jungkook was sketching you in his journal.
Jungkook let out a breath, as though he had been holding it the entire time you were flipping through the pages. "That's why I was so embarrassed. I didn't... I couldn't sleep. Couldn't get your face out of my head."
You locked eyes, yours wide, almost with disbelief. "Really?" You feel like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs yet again.
"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, as though nervous. "It's not done yet, or anything, but—"
"I love it," you blurted out, grabbing him and kissing him, pressing your lips firmly against his so there'd be no doubt. "Can I keep it?"
He chuckled. "Maybe when it's done. I've got no use for it now with the real thing."
You both share a smile at that, and you reached for the discarded clothes that had been strewn about, no doubt with dirt and grass stains now. "How far did we wander off? I really hope we didn't get lost."
"Nah, I remember the way back. C'mon." He pulled your shorts back up your legs, put back on his hoodie, and grabbed your hand, leading you back towards the cabin. You couldn't believe you were actually holding his hand, his large one engulfing your own, and you could feel how steady his heartbeat was through his palm. True to his words, you made it back home, and surprisingly he ended up falling into bed with you, though purely to sleep. And perhaps not to wake Taehyung.
He never gave you back your panties, though.
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"All right, everyone, let's get a move on! We've got an 8 hour car ride ahead of us and that's not even including the bathroom breaks I know Taehyung will need!" Yeri shouted, shoving her final bag into the trunk before slamming it shut.
"Excuse you, bitch. Everyone needs those bathroom breaks," Taehyung grumbled, yanking at the back door of the Sedan.
The side door to the back seats slid open, and you climb in to same seat you had been in on the way there. Instead of Jimin, though, the person who came to join you was Jungkook, offering a small smile as he approached. "Mind if I sit here?"
"Yes," you said, but yank your duffel to the floor so the seat was clear. "Sure a muscle pig like you can squeeze in here?"
"I have a talent for squeezing into tight spaces."
You blushed at that, causing Jungkook to laugh at your embarrassment, sitting down next to you. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers and making your heart practically leap from your chest.
"Look at you, making the quips for once." You couldn't seem to wipe the grin of your face, and you knew before the end of the ride your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much. "Uno reverso, huh?"
"It's about time I did the chasing from now on," he grinned back, squeezing your hand.
Jimin sat down in the middle seat next to Taehyung, confused as to why Jungkook stole his seat. He turned to Taehyung, puzzled. "What happened with them?" he mouthed.
"I don't even know man. Whatever it is, it's about damn time."
Ship: Childhood Frenemy/Roommate!Jungkook x Bitchy!Reader
WARNINGS: Extremely Mean Hard Dom!Jungkook, BDSM, Brat!Reader, Masochist!Reader, Sadist!Jungkook, Dub-Con, Extreme Face-Fucking, Oral (m. & f. receiving), Extreme Degradation, Extreme Humiliation, Facial, Face-Fucking Again (a different sort of way), Rimming (f. receiving), Dirty Talk, Overstimulation!!!!, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Scenes, Like these scenes are actually crazy, Slapping, Spanking, Fingering, Pussy-Slapping, Spit, Orgasm Denial, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Praise, Choking, Manhandling, Restraining, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Masturbation, Sex-Toys, Squirting, Dacryphilia, Cum-Play, Creampie, Jungkook has a HUUUUUGE Cawhk, Threesome? Reader is a bitch because I love them
Description: Your entire life, you only saw Jeon Jungkook as a nuisance you couldn’t escape from. But what happens after the two of you move in together, and the dreams that plague you force you to see him in a different light?
Currently at: 25k
Expected to be: 30k+
You kneeled before Jungkook, a whimper on your lips as he cockily smirked down at you, legs spread on the sofa chair to accommodate your space between them. He looked like a king, leaning back and tilting his head with a teasing expression. Like he knew exactly what you wanted, and now he was just dangling the carrot on the stick, tormenting you.
"C'mon, say it again."
You swallowed hard, eyes flying between his tantalizing crotch and his wicked expression. "Can I..." You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Can I please suck your dick?"
"Oh? You want to blow me?" He laughed cruelly, shaking his head. "Why should I let you? You've been nothing but a bitch to me for years."
"I know, I just," you took in a sharp breath. "Just need it. I can't stop thinking about it. Need to get it out of my system."
“Hm, I’m not sure.” He cocked his head to the side, considering it. His eyes scanned your pathetic state in front of him. “Shouldn’t give brats what they want. Might give them the wrong idea.”
“Please! At least… at least let me see it.” You stared at his crotch ravenously, curiosity eating at you. Maybe even a glimpse would be enough to satiate you and put the issue to bed. Quietly, you said, “Please let me see it?”
“Mmm, you sound so sweet when you beg. You’re so nice when you want something.”
You nodded furiously, desperate for anything he can give you. “I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll do whatever you want.”
"Yeah? I don't feel like being nice to you, though, princess. Think you can handle that?"
Your mouth began to water, watching his legs spread a little wider. "Yes, I want it. Want you to be mean."
"You gonna choke on it?"
Nod.
"You wanna gag and drool all over yourself while you do it?"
You sharply inhaled. "Yes, please."
"I'm real big, princess. You sure you know what you're signing up for?"
"Yes! Please please please just let me suck your dick. I can't take it any more!" You felt like you were going to cry already from his teasing.
He smirked, shaking his head with disbelief at your desperation. You had no idea what you just signed up for. "Hm, if you say so. Go ahead and take it out, then."
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