After another brutal day, you seek comfort in your favorite quiet bar — only to find yourself finally crossing the line with the tattooed bartender who’s been subtly flirting with you for months. What starts as familiar teasing quickly turns heated when Jungkook closes up and takes you home, where he shows you exactly how well an older man can ruin you.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: explicit smut, alcohol consumption, age gap (jungkook 37, reader 25) she likes them older fr, she is in heat tbh, making out, oral sex (m!receiving) / blowjob, handjob, titty fucking, cumming on her tits, big dick jk, rough sex, doggy style, dirty talk, they're both very .. vocal (lots of talking) / praising each other, ass spanking, begging, slight power play, use of petnames: “baby” & “princess”, body worship, unprotected sex, creampie. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿.
𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿 / 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.5k
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The rain clung to your coat in cold, insistent beads as you stepped into the bar, the familiar creak of the heavy door announcing your arrival like an old friend. Warmth enveloped you at once, carrying the layered scents of aged wood, and also the faint, smoky trace that always seemed to linger in the rafters no matter how thoroughly the place was aired out.
You’d been coming here for months now — ever since that first night when work became.. incredibly exhausting, and you’d stumbled in seeking nothing more than a quiet corner away from the noise of your life. Back then, the bar had been busier, voices overlapping like scattered notes, but Jungkook had noticed you anyway.
A single glance across the counter, a perfectly poured drink slid your way without question, and a low, “First time? You look like you could use this,” and that had somehow eased the knot in your chest.
From that evening on, it became a quiet ritual. You returned on the worst days — when deadlines bled into one another and the weight of.. literally everything pressed too close — and he was always there. Subtle at first: a knowing tilt of his head when you sat down, a drink prepared before you even asked, the occasional remark that lingered just long enough to feel intentional. He never pushed, surprisingly, he never crossed into anything overt, but the flirtation hummed beneath every interaction like a low chord.
Jungkook looked up from the glass he was drying, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled high, revealing the intricate paths of ink along his forearms that you’d memorized in stolen glances over the weeks. “Rough one today?”
You slid onto your usual stool at the end of the counter, letting your bag drop with a dull thud. “Don’t even ask.”
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and unhurried as he reached for the unlabeled amber bottle. “Yes, ma’am.” One perfect cube of ice cracked gently into the glass before he slid it toward you. “Here. Looks like it might salvage what’s left of the evening.”
You took a sip, the smooth burn spreading through you, and smiled to yourself — small smile that lingered behind the rim of the glass. You found him quietly magnetic like this: older than you by more than a decade, mature in a way that made everything else feel chaotic and half-formed. Attractive in that understated, steady manner — the calm confidence in how he moved behind the counter, the low timbre of his voice that always seemed to ease and smoothen the sharp edges of your day.
He helped you through things sometimes without even realizing it, just by being there with his quiet attention, turning the worst nights into something bearable.
“How about you?” you asked softly, tilting your head. “Tell me what happened on your side of the bar today. Entertain me a little.”
His dark eyes met yours, amusement flickering there. “My day?“
You nod.
He tilts his head too, “And what do I get in return for that?”
You raised an eyebrow, lips curving despite the exhaustion. “A generous tip, obviously.”
“Hm.” He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping. “Was thinking of something else, honestly.”
“Oh really?” Heat stirred low in your stomach, the same subtle pull that had hummed between you for weeks. “Like what?”
His smirk was faint, almost boyish, but there was nothing boyish in the way he held your gaze. “I’d like to leave that to your imagination, Ms. ___.”
You let out a soft laugh, tracing the rim of your glass. “So mysterious.”
“Me? Mysterious?” He straightened with a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Please. I’m just a bartender. Nothing mysterious about this old soul.”
“Old?” You tilted your head, studying him: the sharp line of his jaw, the way the low light caught in his hair. “Thirty-seven isn’t old.”
He gave you a look, one brow arched in a way that made your pulse skip a little. You’d danced around this territory before, but never quite this far.
“What?” you asked.
He just smiled to himself, a small curve of his lips as he wiped down the counter again. “I don’t know if you’re being polite or—”
You cut him off, voice steady. “I’m honest. I really don’t believe that thirty-seven is old.”
He shook his head, still smiling, the expression softening the edges of his face. “Good to know.”
You paused, the whiskey warming your chest as a quiet thought settled in. For all the months you’d been coming here, for all the nights you’d sat on this same stool pouring out the pain of your days, you realized how little you actually knew about him.
He listened so easily, drew things out of you without effort, yet he remained this calm, composed presence behind the counter — ink on his arms, quiet competence in his hands, a maturity that felt miles deeper than anyone your age. You’d talked for hours across these nights, and still he was mostly a silhouette you filled in with glances and half-formed impressions.
“Why don’t I know more about you?” you asked suddenly, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them. “I come here all the time, talk your ear off, and… I don’t even know the basic things.”
“Well, no,” he said, tone light but honest. “You only ever talk about yourself.”
“Don’t say it like that,” you muttered, cheeks warming under his steady gaze.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m some kind of narcissist or something.”
“You’re not.” His tone was gentle, still sincere. Then he leaned in again. “I just like hearing people talk about their lives. The way they carry their days.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” You smiled faintly. “You’re kinda like my non-professional therapist at this point.”
Jungkook laughed outright then, the sound rich and unguarded, rolling through the quiet bar like warm honey over stone. It caught you off guard, pulling a genuine smile from your lips as the low lights cast shifting shadows across his face. The jazz record had faded to a softer instrumental now, saxophone curling lazy and low through the space between you, mingling with the faint clink of ice in your glass and the distant patter of rain against the windows.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, still chuckling as he leaned one hip against the counter, arms crossed in a way that pulled the fabric of his shirt taut across his shoulders.
You traced the rim of your glass with a fingertip again, the cool condensation kissing your skin. The alcohol had loosened something in you tonight, unraveling the tight coil of exhaustion into a quieter, warmer haze.
“I am serious about what i said, Jungkook.”
He raises a brow.
“I want to know more about you. All this time, I’ve been unloading my entire mess on you — about the deadlines, my bad days, the whole chaotic spiral — and you just listen. Pour drinks. Smile like you’ve got the patience of a saint.” Your voice softened, eyes lifting to meet his. “It doesn’t feel fair. Tell me something about yourself. Literally Anything.”
He watched you for a long moment, that dark gaze steady. The small mole beneath his lower lip catching light as he pressed it between his teeth. Then he exhaled, a quiet sound that seemed to carry the weight of all the nights he’d held back. “What do you want to know?”
“I told you — anything,” you said. “Like how long have you been doing this? The bar, the late nights. What do you do when you’re not pouring whiskey for exhausted girls who don’t know when to stop talking?”
A slow smirk curved his mouth, the kind that made heat bloom low in your stomach. “Careful. You keep calling yourself exhausted like it’s a flaw. I happen to like the way you look when you walk in here.” He reached across the counter, refilling your glass without asking, his fingers brushing yours deliberately this time. The contact lingered, warm and calloused. “As for me… been behind this bar five years now. Before that, a few other places. Music gigs on the side when I can. Guitar and Violin, but guitar mostly. Nothing glamorous. Just… figuring things out, same as anyone.”
You leaned in closer. “Guitar, huh? I can see that. Those hands look like they know how to handle more than just glasses.” The words slipped out bolder than you intended, but the way his eyes darkened made you press on. “Bet you’re good with them.”
His chuckle was lower this time, rougher even. “You’re flirting with me now? After months of playing it safe on that stool?”
“I think I’m tired of playing it safe,” you murmured, holding his gaze. The air between you thickened, charged with all the almost-touches and weighted silences that had built like storm clouds. “You’ve been doing it too, you know. That little smirk when I sit down. The way you remember every little detail i tell you. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”
Jungkook’s tongue darted out to wet his lip, a small tell that sent a thrill through you. He glanced around the bar, noting the sparse handful of customers who looked content with their last drinks and showed no sign of ordering more. With a quiet decisiveness, he came around the counter, wiping his hands on the towel before sliding onto the stool beside yours. His knee brushed your thigh, solid and warm through the fabric of your clothes.
Up close like this, the age difference felt less like a gap and more like gravity — the mature steadiness in his posture, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes that spoke of nights weathered and survived. “You notice all that, hm?”
“Hard not to,” you admitted, turning toward him until your shoulders nearly touched. “You’re… attractive like this.”
He tilts his head slightly. “Like what?”
“Like someone who actually knows what he’s doing. Who could handle more than just.. pouring drinks.”
The flirting wove between you like smoke, light touches of conversation that grew heavier with each exchange. He told you about a song he’d been working on late at night, voice low as he described the chords, and you countered with how his laugh made the worst days feel lighter.
Then, minutes stretched, the bar was shrinking around the two of you until the outside world felt distant and irrelevant. His hand eventually found its way to the back of your stool, fingers brushing the small of your back now and then — accidental, then intentional. Each graze sent amazing sparks skittering across your skin.
Eventually, the words built to a tipping point. You took a breath, heart hammering against your ribs. “Jungkook… come with me tonight. After you close up. Don’t send me home alone like you always do.”
He stilled, eyes searching yours with a flicker of surprise. The hesitation was there, plain in the way his jaw tightened, the slow exhale he let out. “You’re asking me to come home with you?” His voice had dropped, rough. “Or are you asking for more than that?”
The polite dance you’d both maintained for months cracked open. You met his gaze head-on, exhaustion and want twisting together into something raw. “Yes,” you said simply, giving up the careful act. “I’m asking for you to touch me like you’ve been thinking about it too. I want you to stop holding back..”
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, the gesture tense, conflicted. He looked away for a second toward the darkened windows, rain streaking silver paths down the glass, then back to you. His hesitation hung heavy — responsible, mature, the kind of man who thought things through even when desire clearly burned in his eyes. “I… fuck. I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You’ve had a long day. You’re tired. And I don’t know if I should..”
You shifted closer, your hand finding his knee, sliding up just enough to feel the muscle tense beneath your palm. Vulnerability edged your voice, but you pushed through it. “Do you not find me attractive?”
“No,” he said quickly, almost sharply, turning fully toward you. His hand covered yours on his knee, large and warm, gripping with sudden intensity. “No— I mean, Fuck, I really do. I find you attractive as hell. Every time you walk through that door; it drives me fucking crazy. I don't know if you noticed but I’ve thought about you more nights than I should admit. I've thought about what it would be like to pull you close, taste the whiskey on your lips, feel you let go under my hands. God. You’re so beautiful. So tempting. Way too much sometimes.”
The confession hung between you, raw and honest. Your eyes widen a little, you certainly did not expect him to say all of that.
You find it kind of cute honestly.
His thumb stroked over your knuckles, a soothing contrast to the heat building in his gaze. “I just.. don't want you to regret it.”
You shook your head, leaning in until your forehead nearly touched his. “I won’t. I’m not fragile, Jungkook. I know what I want. And I want you. All of you.”
He searched your face for another long beat, the internal battle playing out in the subtle clench of his jaw, the way his breath hitched. Then something shifted. The hesitation cracked, desire winning out as he cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek with tenderness.
“Alright,” he murmured, voice low and rough like aged whiskey. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. With no regrets. And I want to take my time with you, princess — I want to make sure you feel every second of it.”
You blinked, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the heat pooling in your stomach. “Princess?”
He tilted his head, studying your expression with that steady, attentive gaze, thumb tracing slow circles on your cheek. “Don’t like it?”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you leaned into his touch. “No, I do. I’m just glad it’s not something silly like babygirl.”
Jungkook’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, warm and genuine, “Noted,” he said, the word laced with quiet amusement. “Princess it is, then. Suits you anyway — strong, a little untouchable, but cute when you let someone close.”
His fingers slipped higher, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with careful reverence, the gesture so tender it made your breath hitch. The bar lights had dimmed to a golden haze around you both, turning the familiar space into something intimate and new.
“Shall we go?”
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There are three people in your relationship: you, Jungkook, and his damn monitor.
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: Two nights in a row of your boyfriend gaming was fine, but the third night of him still glued to his monitor? Absolutelynot. So when he tries to hit you with some bullshit about an "important match" again, you decide you've had enough. If he really likes games so much, you're about to show him who the better gamer is... by playing him instead.
ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: Gamer!AU//Established Relationship.
ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: Explict language, Explicit touching over clothing, Heavy Teasing, petty behaviour, revenge.
w.c: 3.5k
. . .
There was a time when you used to pity girls whose boyfriends didn’t have any hobbies. You couldn’t imagine being in a relationship where the guy had nothing better to do than follow you around the house, bothering your ass just because he didn’t know where else to be.
Now? You envy those girls with every particle of your being.
Because what nobody tells you about having a boyfriend with a hobby, is that it practically means having no boyfriend at all.
You have cleaned the entire house. Literally every single corner. The floors are shining, the rug in the living room has been vacuumed of every tiny crumb, and there isn’t a single speck of dust left anywhere (or at least you hope so).
And just now, you've finished the dishes too.
You set the pink mug onto the dish dryer, and with a heavy sigh you rest your yellow-gloved hands against the damp edge of the counter, completely at a loss for what to do next.
Your head tilts to the side as you stare blankly with a grim face at the Hello Kitty mug slowly dripping dry on the rack, as if it’s somehow responsible for your overwhelming boredom.
Well... clearly nobody is saying “hello” to your kitty tonight, because your boyfriend is far too occupied with whatever the hell is happening on his monitor, leaving you to slowly die of having absolutely nothing to do.
So yes, you take back every single thought you’ve ever had about boring men, because at least a boring man would be here next to you.
You had sworn to yourself earlier that you'd leave him alone and let him have his little game night (again) But come on... He's been playing for five hours already, and at this point, he genuinely can't blame you for missing your man.
After few thoughts, you finally peel the rubber gloves off your hands, toss them onto the counter, and head toward your shared bedroom. You push the door open just enough to peek inside, leaning half your body through the doorway to get a view of the room.
Jungkook's gaming setup is tucked beneath the glass wall overlooking the city from high up in the skyscraper. It's a view most people would kill for. But the boy couldn't give less of a fuck bout the view.
He has his back completely turned to you. From behind his gaming chair, all you can see is the back of his head, bobbing slightly while his hands fly frantically across the backlit keyboard and mouse.
"Fuck, he shot me!" Jungkook suddenly barks into his headset. "Tae, you're blocking the door! Move, bitch! Turn left, turn left...Shit, no, the other left!"
You lean your shoulder against the doorframe, crossing your arms on your chest as you keep observing him.
"Kook?"
No response.
"Jungkook," you try again, a little louder this time.
But there is still no answer. He just slams the mouse button, letting out a frustrated growl as his character takes another hit.
You pout to yourself as a petty spark of irritation arises in your chest.
Pushing yourself off the doorframe with your shoulder, you cross the room until you're standing right behind his chair. You scan his setup; Sitting beside his keyboard are two empty energy drink cans (which he knows you deeply disapprove of). The glass of lemon water you brought him earlier as a sweet gesture to keep him hydrated remains abandoned, and still completely full.
You let out a scoff, resting both hands on the high back of his gaming chair. Jungkook stiffens slightly, sensing your sudden presence. He uses one hand to casually push the headset cup off one ear, while his right hand remains glued to his mouse, fingers twitching over the buttons.
"What's up?"
"When are you finishing?"
Jungkook flicks his eyes to the bottom right corner of his monitor, checking the time. "In three hours, maybe."
"Three hours?" you whine, unable to hide your disbelief. "Come on, Kook, you’ve been sitting here for so long already..."
"I know, but—shit!" He cuts himself off, his eyes widening as an enemy squad jumps his team. His fingers go into overdrive, trying to make his character slide behind a concrete wall in the game. "Wait, hold on babe, give me a second."
You stand there, leaning against his chair with a thoroughly unhappy expression, watching him work.
Once his character is safely tucked into a corner, he leans into his mic. "Toilet pause. Give me three minutes," he mutters, hitting the key to mute himself.
He spins his chair slightly to the side, opening up just enough space for you to slip in. "Sit down." He pats his thigh, looking up at you.
You stay on your feet, the stubbornness taking over. "Can't you just end this already? I'm pretty sure the world won't end if they're down one person on the team."
"It'a an important match."
" Is it?"
Jungkook lets out a tiny, irritated sigh. You had promised earlier that you wouldn't whine about his game night, and he clearly remembers it. Without waiting for you to comply, he reaches out, catching the hem of your shirt and pulls you directly onto his lap.
" You're complaining again."
You instinctively wrap one arm around his neck to balance yourself, and tuck your body comfortably against his side.
"I knoooow," you drag out, resting your chin against the side of his head, "but you didn't say it would take this long. You haven't spent any time with me tonight."
"I am now. We're talking, aren't we?," he answers smoothly, though your annoyance only spikes when his eyes immediately wander back to the screen to check his health bar.
"That's not the same!" you protest, nudging his jaw with your fingers to make him look at you. "You're still half in the game."
He lets out a dramatic huff, but lastly a defeated smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Fine. I'll just finish this match and then I'm all yours, deal?" He leans in, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek.
You roll your eyes at the bare-minimum effort, but your hands move on instinct to fix the collar of his black Supreme hoodie. Determined to break his focus completely, you tug at the material of his hoodie and pull him in for a real kiss.
It works instantly. For a delicious second, Jungkook ditches the game. His hand finally leaves the mouse, slipping up your leg to trace slow strokes up and down your thigh. You lean into him even more to deepen the kiss, eating up as much of his attention as he's willing to give.
You part your lips, inviting him to slip his tongue inside, and he obliges instantly. You catch the faint, chemical taste of the energy drink he’d chugged earlier spreading on his tongue. You attempt to take the lead and assert at least a bit of dominance, but Jungkook shuts that down in an instant. He tilts his head just right, deepening the angle, and completely steals the breath right out of your lungs. God, he is so unfairly good at this. You never want it to stop.
...But as if on cue, someone decides to ruin the moment;
"Did JK get diarrhea or what? Bro, they're destroying us!" A muffled voice erupts from his headset.
You let out a frustrated whine as Jungkook tears his lips away from yours. His eyes blown out, as he blinks up at you, completely dazed for a fraction of a second. But the moment his brain registers what is going on, his eyes instantly dart back toward the screen.
"Kook..." you plead, trailing your lips down to his jawline, attempting to draw his attention back.
"Babe, I need to log back in," he rasps.
His hand slips off your thigh, reaching back for the mouse as he clicks his mic back on. "I'm here, I'm here. Heading to base, cover me"
He shifts you slightly on his lap, adjusting your weight so he can reach the keyboard properly. His arms frame you on both sides, his chest pressed firmly against your back, and he rests his chin right over your shoulder, his breath fanning the side of your neck, but his gaze is completely locked onto the chaotic battlefield.
"Seriously?" You lean back against him.
Since he still has his headset pushed off one ear, he catches your murmur over the game noises. "You can talk," he mutters absently, but you know damn well he's only saying it so you won't throw a fit right here on his lap.
Suddenly, a loud explosion rattles out from the ear cup, and the screen flashes red.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"Jungkook snaps, his entire body tensing beneath you as he slams his hand against the desk. "Unbelievable. What are these fuckers even doing?!"
"Jungkook..." you say warningly, raising an eyebrow at his sudden outburst.
"These idiots literally don't know how to play," he mumbles, his jaw clenched as he waits to respawn.
You sigh heavily, reaching out to pick up one of the empty cans sitting on his desk. You turn it around in your fingers, absentmindedly reading the label until your eyes land on the bold text: EXTRA PORTION CAFFEINE
"I told you to stop drinking this garbage," you scold him, tapping the can against his forehead.
"You did," he agrees instantly, but his tone is now completely hollowed out by his pure gamer mode.
He's not even listening properly to you.
Setting the can back down, you reach up and tangle your fingers into bis soft hair. "Jungkook..."
He gives a tiny, impatient nod against your shoulder, silently telling you to go ahead and speak while he chooses his ammunition.
"Promise that tomorrow is for us," you demand, tugging lightly at his dark locks.
"Promise,"
"Promise that you promise?"
"I promise, Y/N," he repeats, using your name as if that proves he’s paying total attention.
You narrow your eyes, but a mischievous idea forms in your mind; You’re going to test whether he’s really listening or if he’s simply running on autopilot.
"So...you'll do everything I want tomorrow?" you ask, leaning back just enough to catch a glimpse of his side profile.
He nods. "Yeah."
"Really? Will you take me shopping?"
"Yeah..."
"Buy me a bag?"
"Mhm."
"A Birkin?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
"Oh, you're so talking trash right now," you mutter.
You aggressively wriggle your shoulder in irritation, shoving his chin off you as you scramble off his lap.
Jungkook looks at you confused. His hands instinctively shoot out to stabilize you. "Woah–the fuck? What’s your problem now?"
"You,"
"Y/N, come on..." he groans, making a face that practically screams 'Bro, don't make a scene again.' when you try to wriggle from his grasp.
His fingers hook into the elastic waistband of your pants to keep you in place. You try to yank yourself free, but he doesn't let go.
"Kook, it’s so fucking annoying!" You bite out, glaring down at him.
"What is?!"
"You and your shit-ass computer!"
Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes as he reaches for the power button on his PC tower. "God, fine! I'll turn it off, okay? Will that make you happy?"
"No," Play. Go ahead! you snap,"I don't care anymore. You can literally mold here on your chair for all I care."
Driven by pure annoyance, you raise your elbow and shove his arm away, breaking his grip on your waistband.
"JK? Bro, where the fuck are you?" his squadmates' irritating voices crackle through again.
Jungkook ignores them for a second, his brow furrowing at you when you start grabbing the trash scattered around his desk, crushing the empty cans in your fist and collecting the granola bar wrappers from behind the speaker.
"Not even a girlfriend anymore," you mutter bitterly under your breath. "Just a fucking maid. A live-in housekeeper for a gamer."
Jungkook lets out an unamused huff, clearly fed up with your constant nagging. The moment his friends call for him over the headset again, he mutters a dismissive, "Whatever," and goes right back to playing.
Just like that.
You freeze, holding a handful of crumpled trash, staring at the side of his head in absolute disbelief. He didn't even fight for you. Didn't offer a real apology. He just gave up and went right back to his stupid match.
No way. There is no fucking way you are leaving it like this. You are about to make him regret neglecting you so damn much.
Turning on your heel, you march out of the bedroom. Then, just when Jungkook probably thinks he finally got you out of his his business, you're right back. And you aren't alone. You're back with a damp kitchen towel and you are fully prepared to use it for your evil plans.
Stopping just outside the doorway, you unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt, making your chest more exposed. You take a slow breath and lean confidently over the edge of his desk, propping yourself up on one arm so that your décolletage is on full display. You begin wiping the wooden surface in slow circles.
At first, he doesn't notice. His eyes stay locked on the screen, following his character's every move. Unhappy with his lack of attention, you purposely reach out, sliding the towel beside his mousepad, making sure to touch his fingers with the damp towel.
The sudden movement finally catches his attention. His eyes wander over to see what you're doing, and the moment he looks, he does a complete double take. His fingers freeze over the keys, while his eyes drop straight to your chest, instantly taking in the deep curve of your cleavage practically spilling into his view.
He quickly darts his eyes up to look at your face, trying to catch your expression, but you turn your head away just in time, hiding your evil little smile.
Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his chair, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek as his jaw visibly tightens. You know him all too well. You know how easily distracted he gets by you, and above all, you know he absolutely loves your tits. And right now, he can't touch a single thing.
"Yo, u guys saw that?!" His teammate practically scream over the in-game chatter.
"Yeah... saw that." Jungkook lets out a low murmur, his eyes entirely glued to the volume of your chest.
A snort almost escapes your nose. You know he isn't talking about the match.
When you're finally done wiping down his right side, you don't just walk around to the left like a normal person. Instead, you slide directly in front of him, leaning into his even more into his space until your chest is practically hovering inches from his face.
The low cut of your shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, your breasts framed perfectly right in his line of sight. You lazily drag the damp cloth across the surface.
"Can you... like... scoot over?" you ask, keeping your act innocent, forcing him to move a little bit to the side. "Yeah, thank you."
Jungkook tilts his head back against his headrest, his pupils blown out as his breathing starts to grow heavier. He looks like a man being pushed to his absolute limit.
"Y/N..." he gives you a warning look .
"What?" you ask, stopping your scrubbing motions to look at him with harmless eyes.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"This," he mutters, his eyes darting frantically between your exposed cleavage and the glowing monitor. "I'm going to fucking lose."
You offer him a sweet, utterly ruthless smile, patting the edge of his desk. "Then you better lock in, Kook."
Jungkook lets out a tortured groan, giving your breasts one last hungry look. Before you can even react, his fingers reach up and tangle into your hair, pulling your head back just enough to force you out of his face and up off his desk.
You let out a soft yelp, more out of surprise than actual pain, caught off guard by the sharp movement.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a teasing, challenging glint in his dark eyes despite the tension radiating off him. "Since you're suddenly in such a cleaning mood... why don't you go clean the window?"
"Fuck you," you mutter dryly. You both know you aren't actually interested in house chores right now.
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh, his eyes flashing with amusement as he snaps his head back to his monitor just in time to react to an enemy sliding around the corner on screen.
You sure as hell aren't about to make his battle any easier.
As you give one last swipe of the towel across his desk, you deeply make sure to very, very "accidentally" catch the edge of the tall glass sitting in the area of his mousepad. Unfortunately (for him) the entire glass of lemon water tips sideways, dumping a wave of liquid directly into his lap.
"Ah–shit, babe!" Jungkook whines, as he shoves his chair back, staring down at his soaked sweatpants.
"Oh my god! Oh no, I'm so, so sorry!" you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth and playing the part of the panicked, clumsy girlfriend to absolute perfection
You quickly pull a handful of tissues from the box sitting on the cupboard nearby and strut over to him, and stride over to him, immediately starting to wipe down his lap.
"Wait—Y/n, stop—" Jungkook takes a sharp breath, his hands flying to the armrests of his gaming chair.
You completely ignore him and begin methodically dabbing the paper towels over his lap. You take your sweet time, applying pressure, dragging the paper slowly over his clothed dick. damp fabric. Every single time your palm presses down, you feel his lower abdomen lock up, his thighs tensing beneath your touch.
"Oh, look, some of it ran down the side,"
To make it a little bit harder for him, you slide underneath the wooden lip of the desk, dropping onto your knees in the narrow space right between his thighs to wipe the droplets off the floor.
"I really didn't mean to, it just slipped," you purr, tilting your head up to look at him through your lashes.
Jungkook narrows his eyes down at you with, completely tuning out his friends screaming gibberish through his headset. The prominent bulge beneath the damp material of his sweatpants is impossible to miss. You raise a brow at him, when he bites down on his lower lip so hard it loses all color.
Resting your chin casually on his knee, you look up at him and smile sweetly. "What's wrong, Kookie?"
"You are evil," he rasps bitterly.
You giggle softly, reaching up with one palm to massage the firm muscle of his inner thigh. "You are so tense, baby... you really need to relax."
Keeping unbroken eye contact with him, you push off his legs with both hands, slowly rising up in the narrow space between his thighs. Your palms slide smoothly up over his knees and across his broad thighs, pulling you closer until you're hovering right over his lap. When you are finally face-to-face with him, you lean in and plant a juicy peck right on his parted lips.
"I don't want to interrupt," you mumble right against his mouth, "but I think you're losing..."
"And whose fucking fault is that?"
You laugh, tilting your head to the side with a playful smirk, as he stares at you, completely undone and entirely at your mercy.
.."Well, my job here is done," you hum cheerfully.
You take the damp kitchen towel from his desk and prepare to make your grand exit, stepping over his widely leg to leave him to his fate.
"Wait—where the fuck do you think you're going?!" Jungkook gives you a confused look, his hand shooting out to slam his palm against the desk frame, trapping you between his frame and the computer setup.
You stop in your tracks, and tilt your head at the rustrated glint flashing in his pupils.
"You did that on purpose," he accuses. "All of it. Don't even try to deny it."
"Me?" You blink, placing a hand over your heart with the most hurt expression you can muster. "I was just helping you clean up, Kook."
Jungkook groans, his gaze dropping down to his wet lap before snapping back to your face. "Yeah, right. Now help me take care of this," he gestures pointedly toward the undeniable bulge.
"I can't. You need to log back in, remember?"
You raise your hand (the one still clutching the damp kitchen towel) and press it firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his spine hits the backrest of his gaming chair.
Jungkook lets out a scoff. "You are so fucking dead..."
Before he can even finish his threat, you bring the damp towel up and gently smack him right across the face with it. The light blow catches him off guard, making him instinctively pull his arm back from the desk to block his face. Taking full advantage of the split second, you slip right past him, striding toward the bedroom door with an unbothered sway in your hips.
You glance back over your shoulder, flashing him a smile. "Sorry... must have been the wind."
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ᴬᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ᴺᵒᵗᵉ: I am fully aware the "gamer boyfriend jungkook" trope has been done to death already, but well... i just couldn't resist. Had to write my own one n istg i would die if i didn't. ߹𖥦߹ Gamer jk is way too hot to leave him be anyway. Sooo hope u enjoyed ₊˚♡
( 𝓐𝐌 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 ? ) 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ nsfw +++ mdni. is it wrong to sleep with your father-in-law the day before the wedding? your morals say no, but your body and mind beg to differ. cw: porn with a little bit of plot, age gap [reader is 24, jungkook is 49], oc characters: jeon jungmin, jeon minju. cheating, forbidden love, usage of pet names (sweetheart, bunny, baby, etc), dom/sub dynamic, fingering, unprotected sex, praising and degradation, creampie, minimal aftercare. wc: 6.8k
you weren't supposed to fall in love with your husband's father.
it was a rule written into the very fabric of decency, a boundary so massive it shouldn’t even have required a second thought. you loved jungmin. you really, truly did. he was your soulmate, giving you the sweetest and safest kind of love you had ever known. there were no mind games with him, no agonizing over text messages, and no second-guessing whether he loved you or loved you not. it had been that way since you were eighteen and he was nineteen, fresh out of high school and navigating the chaotic waters of university applications together. now, six years later, you were exactly one week away from officially becoming mrs. jeon.
the life you built with him was worth more than anything in this world: it was the dream life you had been longing for, but if that was true, why did the wrong jeon keep haunting your mind?
your grip tightened on the steering wheel, your vision blurring as the midday traffic faded into a haze of entirely forbidden thoughts. you could almost feel it… you wanted to feel it. large and heavy hands, marred by ink and calloused by time, wrapping around your neck. not to hurt, but to possess. you imagined the exhilarating weight of JUNGKOOK'S hand pressing ever so slightly against your throat while you cried out from the intensity of him. you could see his dark eyes looking down at you, softening just enough to kiss your tears away, before that same hand slid down your chest.
in the heat of your own mind, his fingers did agonizing wonders to your body, tracing paths of fire until they reached the exact spot that made you arch your back. the muscular mass of a forty-nine-year-old man pinning you flat, capturing your wrists so that moving or getting up wasn't even a choice. his lips would follow his hands, biting, licking, and painting your skin in violent, but beautiful shades of red, purple, and blue.
“(name),” he would growl, his voice breathy and raspy against your ear. “(name)… (name)…”
jungkook would repeat your name like a mantra, a man utterly undone, unable to get over the fact that he had such a pretty and greedy little thing beneath him–
“(name)!”
the sharp bark of your name shattered the fantasy like glass. you blinked hard, the blinding sun reflecting off the asphalt snapping you violently back to reality. the phantom weight on your chest vanished, replaced by the tight pull of your seatbelt.
“(name), (name), hellooo,” yunjin sighed from the passenger seat, snapping her fingers next to your face.
“huh… yeah?” you stammered, your heart beating so fast, though not for the reason your friends thought.
“sweets, you missed the exit,” yunjin said, pointing out the window at the roundabout you had just bypassed.
from the backseat, giselle leaned forward between the two headrests, a knowing smirk on her face. “yeah, you seemed so dazed. your eyes were totally glazed over. who exactly were you thinking about, hm?”
a heavy knot of guilt coiled tightly in your stomach. you felt the heat rushing up your neck, praying they would mistake it for standard pre-wedding jitters. you obviously couldn't say the name that was actually burning the back of your throat. you couldn't tell them you were craving the father of the groom.
“jungmin,” you lied, forcing a shy smile onto your face.
“awww!”
their reactions were instant and sweet, their expressions melting into lovey-dovey, happy grins. it was exactly the reaction you wanted, yet it made the secret guilt burn even hotter. they thought it was beautiful — a bride-to-be so deeply in love that she couldn't even navigate a roundabout one week before her wedding. forcing yourself to smile along, checking your mirrors to loop back around the exit, all while the sensation of what jungkook’s hands could feel lingered like a brand on your skin.
you also weren’t supposed to spend your last night as an engaged woman like that. sitting on the edge of the mattress, the soft paper of your wedding vows crinkling beneath your fingers, you couldn’t see anyone else.
the mini-notes were scattered along the duvet like your feelings and thoughts, a messy blueprint of a promise you were supposed to make tomorrow. you knew the words by heart, you’d practiced them a million times. but focusing had become an impossible chore ever since yesterday night, the exact moment your parents-in-law arrived.
they had greeted you with so much warmth. there were sweet hugs and kisses on your cheeks, a genuine celebration of you joining the family. but, you weren’t crazy, right? when jungkook’s hand had settled against the small of your back, his palm had lingered just for a second too long. it definitely hadn't felt like a family-friendly touch, and the ghost of his touch had been burning through your skin ever since.
you couldn't stop thinking about him. you wished you could, but he was just so dreamy. even at forty-nine, just one year away from his fiftieth anniversary, he looked completely lethal. age hadn't touched him; it had only made him more attractive. his right sleeve was entirely covered in dark ink, and the subtle glint of his lip and eyebrow piercings contrasted beautifully against the stoic maturity of his face. his body, his presence, his everything was to die for.
and that was the worst part, because his wife was an absolute angel. your mother-in-law was the sweetest, kindest woman you knew. you loved her to death, as you still remembered how she’d bickered fiercely with your own mother at the bridal shop months ago, firmly stating, "let the bride pick her own dress, it’s her special day!"
minju was beautiful inside and out, and you hated yourself for the ugly envy that curled in your chest because of it. you envied her because she was bonded to jungkook until death do them part. you envied her because she was the one who got to receive his kisses, his fierce devotion, his love, and his finesse.
resting your head in your arms, you stared at the scattered notes. you couldn't really believe how wrong this was... but it felt so right, for all the shameless reasons. with a frustrated whine, you slumped back, your spine sinking into the cushions and your knees pulling up to your chest, as you let out a trembling breath.
jungmin, you thought desperately, closing your eyes. think about jungmin. he was supposed to soothe these awful thoughts away. he was your one and only, the love of your life, the sun to your moon, the peanut butter to your jelly, the yin to your yang.
you bit your lip hard, trying to conjure his face at the altar, but the image warped against your will. instead of your husband-to-be, you saw his father. you pictured jungkook standing there, looking breathlessly handsome and stoic in his tailored suit. you imagined his eyes softening, melting with a quiet hunger as he watched you walk down the aisle in the prettiest dress, the veil dragging behind you as you clutched your bouquet, waiting for the moment you’d tie the knot with a kiss.
a kiss... how would his lips feel on yours? would they be soft at first, testing your boundaries, before turning rough, messy, and demanding at the end? would he cup your face with those big hands, or would they stay firmly at your waist to pick you up and spin you into the air?
knock, knock.
the sudden sound made you snap your head toward the door. you shook your head aggressively, trying to clear the haze from your brain. you checked the time, and it was so late. was it yunjin or giselle? maybe they couldn't sleep from the excitement, wanting one last late-night gossip session before you became a married woman.
"i'm coming!" you called out, smoothing down your clothes as you stood up and padded across the floor. swinging the door open with a small smile, but the words died in your throat. of all the people you expected to see standing in the dimly lit hallway, it was him.
jungkook stood there, his massive frame filling the doorway, looking entirely too good in the shadows, wearing a simple white shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and a silver chain around his neck. was he already outside? the smell of cigarettes mixed with his perfume.
"sweetheart, i'm sorry for the trouble this late at night," his voice was sleepy and vibrated straight to your core. "but we wanted you to have this." he cleared his throat as he extended his hand. between his tattooed fingers, he held a small and elegant indigo box. "it's a tradition in the family for generations, for the father-in-law to give this to the bride-to-be… so it might be your lucky charm."
you grabbed the box, a little confused, but as you took it from his grasp, your fingers brushed against his. the brief contact made you tense up a little bit.
"i-i... what is this exactly?" you stammered, hating how breathless you sounded.
jungkook’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "open it, and you will see."
with trembling fingers, you lifted the lid of the indigo box. resting against the plush velvet was a necklace made of the finest, most radiant diamonds you had ever seen. it caught the dim light of your room, sparkling so intensely it almost hurt to look at. you couldn't stop staring, a sudden wave of inadequacy washing over you. this was too precious. you didn't feel like you deserved to hold it, let alone wear it on your wedding day.
"here," jungkook murmured, his deep voice cutting through your panic as he stepped past the threshold, closing the bedroom door quietly behind him. "let me help you put it on."
walking over to the large mirror in the corner of the room like a woman in a trance, as he followed, stepping up right behind you. starring at his reflection, utterly captivated by the contrast between your small body and his massive one looming over you.
"can you lift your hair for me?" he asked softly, taking the heavy diamond piece from the box.
you did exactly what you were told, reaching up with both hands to gather your hair at the crown of your head, exposing the bareness of your neck. jungkook leaned in, his warmth enveloping you. his large hands reached around from the front, the cool metal of the diamonds brushing against your collarbones before he secured the clasp at the back of your neck. his knuckles grazed your skin, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from whimpering. you looked like a real princess in the mirror, and his words only confirmed it.
"it fits you so beautifully," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours in the glass. "as if it were made for you."
but his hands didn't move away. his heavy palms simply slid down, resting firmly against the curve of your shoulders, the heat of his skin bleeding through the shirt that you used as pyjamas.
"but are you sure i can wear it?" you asked, your voice shaking as you touched the shiny stones, "i mean, it's been in the family for generations. it's just... i-i don't know if..."
jungkook hummed against the shell of your ear, his thumbs brushing lightly over your collarbones before he finally pulled back. the sudden loss of his warmth made you ache. he turned and walked over to the edge of the bed, mindlessly sitting down right on top of the duvet, completely unaware that he was crushing your scattered wedding vows beneath him.
he furrowed his brows in confusion as he felt the paper, reaching down to grab one of the messy index cards. he read it quietly to himself first, his lips moving silently as a soft smile broke across his face.
"didn't know jungmin would marry such a poetic and loving soul like yours," he murmured, his gaze shifting up to track the flush spreading across your cheeks. he reached down and picked up another note, chuckling as he read this part out loud. "and i knew you were the one when you were five and i was four, as you stubbornly saved a place for me in the sand playground and didn't let anyone, especially other girls, go in... oh, i remember that, heh. he was like some dragon trying to protect his princess high in the tower."
you stood by the mirror, a nervous sweat breaking out, trying your absolute best to hide the greedy thoughts consuming you, but you were dealing with a grown man. jungkook had seen the way you had been looking at him all this time, so this wasn’t something new. to untrained eyes, your lingering glances were nothing, just a sweet, soon-to-be daughter-in-law admiring her new family. but to his experienced and keen eyes? yeah, you had tried your best, dear, but you hadn't fooled him for a second.
alas, who was he to blame you, when he was the same? he hadn't forgotten the family summer vacation two years ago. the sight of you walking down the beach in that tiny black bikini. your sweet, sun-kissed body had done dangerous things to both his mind and his body, leaving him starving like a stray animal in the dark. he loved sweet and innocent things, but much to his predatory luck, you were not that innocent.
perhaps you didn't remember that one night, a year ago, when you and jungmin had come home totally wasted after a friend’s birthday party. your fiancé had been knocked out cold, unable to handle his alcohol anywhere near as well as his father. jungmin was snoring in the passenger seat, but you, in your heavily intoxicated state, had been terrifyingly honest.
so clingy, whimpering and whining as jungkook carried you into the house. you had wrapped your arms tightly around his thick, tatted bicep, burying your face in it, ignoring the fact that your passed-out boyfriend was still in the car. your father-in-law remembered every single word you whispered against his skin that night. you had looked up at him with glazed eyes, tugging on the hem of his shirt, and muttered something scandalous.
“jungmin is so soft,” the drunken lust had taken over as you rubbed your hips against his thigh. “he doesn't know how to handle me, and– and i want a real man. i want someone big enough to break me in half. i want you to do it.”
it was a crazy thing to say to the father of the groom, but alcohol always brought the hidden filth to the surface. jungkook had his blood turning to molten lava, forcing himself to put you to bed before going back for his son.
now, sitting on your bed in the hotel room, one day before the wedding, he tossed the vow cards aside.
"you write very sweet things about jungmin, sweetheart," he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes dropping to the diamonds glittering on your chest. "but i think we both know you don't actually want my boy tomorrow, do you?"
jungkook slowly rose from the edge of the bed, his towering frame throwing a heavy shadow right over you. the magnetic pull of him had you frozen in one place as he closed the distance between you until you were face to face, and it made your knees weak. he didn't hesitate when his tattooed hand reached up, his thumb catching your chin, tilting your head up to force your gaze to meet his, cornering you physically and mentally, turning your forbidden daydreams into a suffocating reality.
"you love my son," jungkook murmured, his eyes darkening further as he read the raw panic and desire flooding your face. "but you want me. right, sweetheart?"
you were at a complete loss for words, your throat dry like a desert, because he was damn right. every single insolent thought you’d harbored was laid bare like cards on a poker table. your hands trembled at your sides, the guilt tearing at you, yet the temptation was entirely too loud to ignore. jungkook’s thumb slid up, caressing your lower lip, pressing down slightly against the soft seam. you looked up at him with glossy eyes, as you stared at the man you had been sinning over for years. tears of frustration and lust threatened to spill; unable to stop yourself, you bit his finger evero so lightly.
"am i wrong..." the words sounded so terribly broken from your lips, "am i wrong for falling in love with you?"
the fragile string of his control finally snapped, because keeping his hands to himself was no longer an option. leaning down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a demanding kiss. he cupped your face first, his thumbs wiping away the stray tear on your cheek as his tongue swept into your mouth, ravaging your senses. you let out a muffled whimper, your hands flying up to grip the fabric of his shirt, lost in the taste of him.
before you could even process the heat of his lips, his hands slid down from your face over your shoulders and gripped the underside of your thighs, lifting you off your feet effortlessly. your instinct kicked in, your legs immediately wrapping tightly around his waist.
your mouths continued their fiery dance, a messy clash of teeth and tongues. you whined into the kiss, gasping for air as he walked you backward, the world spinning so fast you couldn't tell up from down. the next thing you knew, the soft duvet rushed up to meet you. jungkook hovered over you while you were flat on your back on the bed. his chest rose and fell heavily as he finally pulled back from the kiss. a thin strand of saliva connected your lips before breaking in the dark room.
both of you were breathless, panting in the quiet space, eyes locked in a silent understanding. bringing your trembling hands up to rest above your chest, feeling the frantic way your heart was beating. it was about to explode like fireworks — a beautiful and catastrophic arson that would burn your entire life to the ground by morning, and you didn't even care.
he didn't take another step without making sure he had every single piece of you. his knuckles brushed the heated skin of your jaw, his voice dropping into something sinister, somehow strangely kind.
"can i take this off you, sweetheart?"
you couldn't even speak; you just nodded, your fingers bunching into the duvet beneath you. jungkook let out a pleased hum, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt. he pulled it up and over your head in one motion, and you didn't even shy away. there was no room for modesty anymore, not when you were already this close.
much to his absolute delight, you didn't have anything underneath. you lay bare before him, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties.
a galnce at the curve of your waist, the flush on your chest, the rapid rise and fall of your breathing. "so beautiful," he rasped, leaning down to press a hot kiss right over your racing heart. "so fucking ready for me, aren't you?"
he didn't give you time to answer before his hand slid down, his large palm cupping you right through the thin lace. you gasped, arching your back instantly as he applied pressure, his thumb rubbing over the damp fabric. you were already soaking, undone by the mere presence of him in your bed.
"look at you," he whispered against your neck, his lips nipping at the sensitive skin right below your ear. "you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
the filth pouring from his mouth made you whimpered, your fingers burying into his hair as he hooked two fingers under the edge of the lace, pulling the fabric aside. when his fingers finally made direct contact, you nearly lost your mind. he slid one long finger inside you, testing the waters, groaning a little as your tight walls immediately clamped around him.
"god, you're so tight," his thumb working your clit while his finger pushed deeper, stretching you open. "my son doesn't know how to handle a girl like you, does he? he doesn't know how filthy you really are."
you whimpered loudly, tossing your head back into the cushions as he added a second finger, pumping them inside you in a slow rhythm. you had wanted to feel him for so long, had spent months drowning in the fantasy of his touch, and the brutal reality of him driving into you, paired with the shameless words growled against your skin, had you dripping helplessly beneath.
he pushed you entirely over the edge, and a loud moan tore from your throat. "jungkook... ah, jungkook, please–"
"shh," he cut you off instantly, his hand flying up from your chest to slap firmly over your mouth, muffling your desperate cries into the palm of his hand. "keep your fucking mouth shut, sweetheart. my son is asleep right above us, and you're already screaming his father’s name like a little whore. replace my hand with yours. keep them over your mouth. you only take them off when you need a breath, understand?"
nodding frantically, your eyes glossy and wide as you pressed your own hands tightly over your lips. the humiliation of it, paired with the thrill of his dominance, made you soak through his fingers. then he pulled away, and you heard the metallic click of his belt unbuckling; the sound made you ache to cosmic levels, your thighs trembling against his hips as the dark reality of what was about to happen settled in.
jungkook paused, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his trousers. "you got condoms?"
you shook your head quickly against the mattress, your hands still glued to your mouth.
jungkook let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes as an amused grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "you young people these days don't like to play it safe, do you?"
he didn't let it stall him. reaching down, his fingers hooked into the edge of the black lace panties he’d previously pushed aside. he dragged them down your legs and threw them carelessly somewhere onto the floor. wrapped in nothing but shadows and the glittering diamonds around your neck, you watched him strip his shirt off over his head. fuckin’ hell, his body. your eyes tracked the massive bulge of his biceps, the tight definition of his abs, and the heavy ink trailing down his right arm. he was going to be the death of you.
jungkook crawled back over you, pinning you into the mattress, settling between your legs, his tattooed fingers guiding the thick tip of his cock right against your soaked entrance. he didn't push in yet; he just rubbed himself against you, giving you an excruciating skin-to-skin contact that had your hips blindly lifting off the bed, begging for the insertion.
"hmm," jungkook murmured, watching your desperate movements with satisfaction. "the little bunny is a little greedy, no? so impatient to be ruined."
he gripped your hips, his thumbs bruising your skin as he slowly started to sink inside you.
the moment he breached you, your eyes rolled back. it was unbelievable. he was bigger, thicker, and far more girthy than jungmin — jungkook really hadn't left a single thing for his son when it came to genes. he wasn't even halfway in, and you already felt entirely maxed out, your tight walls stretching and burning as they desperately tried to adjust to the size of him.
the overwhelming fullness was too much to bear. yanking your hands away from your mouth just to catch a ragged breath, when a broken moan escaped past your lips. "god, you're too big... ah!"
"i told you to keep your hands over your mouth, didn't i?" he paused, letting you stretch around him, his chest heaving above yours. "look at you, taking it all so well. a good little girl for my son, but a filthy little piece of meat for me."
jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened until it bruised you, his thumbs digging into your flesh like an imprint. he began to move, establishing a slow tempo meant to get you used to him. each agonizingly deep stroke was calculated, filling you until you were entirely consumed by him. as he drove into you, the taboo illusions you’d harbored for so long suddenly felt terrifyingly real. underneath the crushing weight of his muscular body, the crazy dream of running away with him to some isolated island, leaving the wedding, the family, and the world behind, felt entirely possible.
starved for more, you lifted your thighs and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. that was his cue. a low growl tore from his lips as he took full control, abandoning any remaining gentleness. holding your hips in a vice grip, he began to drive himself in with a rough and relentless force. he was massive, a completely different breed of excellent. jungmin was wonderful, sweet, and always satisfied you, but jungkook was an experienced man who knew exactly how to dominate every inch of your body.
the sensation was blinding, your head tossing wildly against the pillows. jungkook's mouth traced desperate kisses along your skin. he wanted to mark you so badly, to leave dark bruises all over your throat, but he knew better. hence, he channeled that violent possession into biting kisses along your jawline, the curve of your shoulder, and down to your chest, avoiding anywhere the wedding veil wouldn't cover tomorrow.
"take your hands away," he rasped against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he pinned your wrists to the mattress. "keep quiet, sweetheart. let me do it."
your lips parted to cry out loud, but jungkook instantly caught it. he swallowed your moans and desperate whines with a single kiss. it lasted entirely too long, stealing the very breath from your lungs.
in the heat of the clash, the cool metal of his lip piercing grazed against your mouth, a jarring reminder of exactly who was ruining you. your hips buckled automatically, lifting off the bed in a desperate spasm as you squeezed the thick length of him, locking him inside you while the room spun like a carousel.
when he finally pulled back from the kiss, your hands remained pinned by your head. you didn't want to hide it anymore. you wanted him to hear the sounds coming out of you; you wanted him to know exactly how good he made you feel, how he had broken you down.
"please..." your voice a pleading thread as your hips blindly chased his. "jungkook, please... more, please..."
that repeated begging did something to him. hearing his own name gasped out by the girl who was supposed to marry his son tomorrow, seeing you look so young, so utterly beautiful, and so filthy beneath him, made him want to rip the ring right out of jungmin's hands and steal the bride away for himself.
"you want more, baby?" he laughed mockingly, not knowing his future daughter-in-law was such a little freak. he hadn't known his son was apparently this bad in bed to let his own father step in and do the work for him. "then i'm going to give you more, seeing how this is your first time getting fucked properly. i'm so sorry about jungmin... if i knew he wasn't doing his job right, i would have stepped in long ago."
the utter depravity of his words sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your already aroused and senstive system. before you could even cry out, jungkook brought one hand up, slapping it firmly over your mouth again to muffle your hitching gasps, while his other hand clamped onto your hip to keep you perfectly aligned. then, he changed his pace to something rather brutal.
he was so rough, slamming against you with a strenght that rattled your bones, yet there was a terrifying sweetness to how he consumed you. every unforgiving thrust was accompanied by a flood of praises growled against your ear.
"look at you taking it all," he muttered, his hot breath fanning over your burning skin. "my pretty girl to ruin. my sweet little bunny. you belong right here, taking every inch of me, yeah?"
your vision blurred with tears as the intensity began to form a knot deep in your lower abdomen. your inner walls started to tremble, clamping around him in rhythmic spasms that gave away exactly how close you were to the edge. jungkook felt it instantly. the change in your body only made him harder, as he adjusted his angle, driving in deeper than before. he wasn't just hitting your g-spot anymore: it felt like he was reaching straight into your soul, rewriting everything you thought you knew about pleasure, and dragging you completely over the precipice.
the unbearable pressure snapped. you couldn't control it… it was that damn good. an overwhelming wave crashed through your entire body as you squirted against him, your gummy walls convulsing in an endless grip that dragged jungkook to reach his own climax.
abandoning his pace, he burried his cock deeply inside you as he came. his release sent pulses deep into your core, filling you to the brim until the excess began to spill out, making an undeniable mess all over the sheets. you shuddered beneath him, as the overlapping orgasms left you so spent. for a moment, jungkook just stayed there, his sweaty chest heaving against yours as both of your heartbeats raced in sync.
when he finally pulled out, you whined at the sudden loss of his warmth. he rolled onto his back beside you, pulling you straight against his side. there was no time for the grand aftercare, not with the clock ticking toward sunrise. you snuggled deeply into his broad chest, your trembling fingers aimlessly tracing shapes on his collarbone as your breathing slowly leveled out. jungkook’s hand idly smoothed down your tangled hair before his fingers tightened slightly in the strands.
"you're on the pill, right?" he asked softly, and you nodded weakly against him, too drained to speak, letting out a soft hum of affirmation. he let out a quiet breath, though his jaw remained tight. he looked down at you, eyes tracking the rise and fall of your chest. "so, when were you returning from the maldives?"
"in two weeks," you whispered, the reminder of the honeymoon suddenly feeling like a bucket of ice water against your heated skin. jungkook clicked his tongue, a grimace of annoyance crossing his features.
"tsk. damn it."
he hated it. he hated that he had to hand you back to his son tomorrow, even if it was just for show. but the underlying promise in his voice made it clear that there was no escaping him.
knowing time was running out, he reluctantly shifted out of the bed. he gave you a quick cleanup with a stray towel, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you slide your shirt back over your head and pulled your black lace panties back up your legs, thinking about the mess you’d have to somehow clean or hide from the hotel staff tomorrow morning.
you watched him silently as he dressed, fastening his belt with that same metallic click that had undone you an hour ago. once his clothes were perfectly back in place, looking every bit the dignified father-of-the-groom again, he walked back over to the edge of the mattress.
jungkook leaned down, cupping your jaw one last time, tilting your face up. he pressed a deep, but sweet kiss to your lips. it was the last time for tonight, but you both knew it wouldn't be the last for the future. as your father-in-law quietly slipped out of your room, softly closing the door behind him, he left you with a secret he hadn't dared to voice aloud.
that diamond necklace you seemed to adore… well, it wasn't a family tradition. there was no passing down of heirlooms from father-in-law to bride. it was a lie, fabricated so beautifully to be an expensive excuse just to get into your room and see you alone.
down the hall, minju was sound asleep, entirely oblivious to the arson that had just taken place a few doors down. when jungkook had left their room earlier, he had quietly told her he was going out to take photos of the city at night. technically, it wasn't a lie; he had his camera full of photos by the places nearby the hotel and he did plan on stepping outside to snap a few mindless shots of the neon-lit streets just to cover his tracks. but it was nowhere near the full truth.
an hour later, after walking around again in the city to clear his head with the lingering scent of your skin still clinging to his collar, jungkook finally returned to his own room. slipping out of his clothes and sliding under the covers, the cool sheets instantly warming as he settled back into bed. minju stirred slightly, shifting closer to him, unconsciously seeking the warmth she had missed while he was gone. she wrapped an arm around his waist, sighing softly in her sleep.
jungkook stared up at the dark ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly, as his wife rested against him. his skin was still buzzing, his mind completely trapped in the memory of your tight walls, your ruined whimpers, and the way you looked with his diamonds resting against your collarbones. as he closed his eyes and let minju cuddle close, a dirty root settled deep in his mind. he thought about how nice it would be if the woman clinging to him in the dark wasn't his wife at all.
he thought about how nice it would be if it were you.
the venue was bathed in an ethereal glow as you stood at the altar, the heavy train of your white dress pooling around your heels. the ceremony was breathtaking, everything you and jungmin had dreamed of for the past six years. and there, resting against your collarbones, catching the bright light of the altar candles, was the diamond necklace. it glittered like a web of beautiful and expensive sins, a secret brand against your throat that no one else understood.
on paper, and by the heavy gold band waiting to be slid onto your finger, you were about to become jungmin’s. but every nerve in your body knew the absolute truth: you already belonged to the man standing in the very front row.
the priest’s voice echoed through the high stone arches, grounded and solemn.
"jeon jungmin, do you take (last name) (name) as your wife?"
jungmin didn't even hesitate. his eyes were shining, filled with a pure devotion that made your heart ache with a bittersweet pang. "i do," he said, his voice ringing out clear and steady.
"and (last name) (name), do you take jeon jungmin as your husband?"
before saying the two words that would bind you and your husband together for a lifetime, you glanced at the audience with a gentle smile, seeing your family and friends smiling right back at you. your mother was already weeping with joy, dabbing at her eyes while your father held her in a supportive embrace. minju had both hands covering her mouth and part of her nose, holding back her tears for the emotional moment when the true love's kiss would finally happen.
and then, your eyes met his.
jungkook was sitting right beside her. in his tailored black suit, he looked devastatingly handsome, a stoic force among the crowd. his eyes were locked onto you, knowing and even challenging. as your gazes clashed, he gave a slight nod and the faintest shadow of a smirk, as he crossed his thick arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. the contrast was dizzying. jungmin was the man you were marrying, but jungkook was the one you truly wanted to spend your life with.
taking a deep breath, you turned your focus back to jungmin. your handsome prince. the man you loved so much that you had willingly ruined yourself with his father just hours before. you looked up at him with eyes so sincere and loving, because what you felt for jungmin was entirely real… it just coexisted with the unholy desires you harbored for the older jeon.
"i do," you whispered, the vow sealing your fate.
"by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest smiled, gesturing between the two of you. "you may now kiss the bride."
jungmin’s face broke into the most beautiful, radiant smile you had ever seen. he reached out, his hands trembling slightly with pure excitement as he gently lifted your veil, throwing it back over your head. he cupped your cheeks with a tenderness that brought a sting of tears to your eyes.
"i love you so much, (name)," jungmin whispered, meant for your ears only. "i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. you're my everything."
"i love you too," you breathed against his lips, and then he closed the distance.
the kiss was romantic, sweet, and filled with the promise of a bright and stable future. jungmin held you like you were the most precious thing in his universe, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you fully against him while the entire venue erupted into loud and joyful applause and cheers.
you kissed him back with everything you had, but as you melted into your husband's embrace, you smiled beautifully for the flashing cameras, wrapping your arm through jungmin’s as you prepared to walk down the aisle together. but as you took your first steps forward, your gaze drifted right back to the front row.
the father of the groom was standing now, clapping slowly along with the rest of the guests. his eyes never left yours, as jungmin’s arm stayed securely wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his side as he turned to face the roaring crowd, his hand catching yours and raising it high in victory. the bells began to chime, a joyful declaration that you were officially mrs. jeon.
jungkook was happy. he really was, because he knew the truth. he knew that behind the white lace and the beautiful vows, the normal life you had built with jungmin was gone forever. being normal wasn’t normal anymore; in this crazy world, not being crazy was crazy. and jungkook was completely, utterly crazy over you.
he already knew what the future held. he knew he would be expecting a call from you very soon, and not just a polite request to help move the last of the heavy boxes into your new home, but a whisper over the phone, letting him know exactly when his son wouldn't be there so he could have you all to himself.
"bless the newlyweds," jungkook's voice carried over the chatter as he turned to pull minju into a supportive side-hug. then joined your parents, who were glowing with happiness, blending seamlessly into the familial bliss. but even as he smiled and nodded along to your mother's overjoyed rambling, his mind was already calculating the timeline of the evening ahead.
his gaze tracked you one last time, the heavy diamonds around your neck catching the light with every step you took away from him, watching the elegant drag of your veil, as he wondered… would you have five minutes to spare him when the reception dinner starts?
just five minutes away from the crowd to congratulate the bride in person in some locked and shadowed room of the venue. just to drop to his knees in the dark, tearing the lace down to lift your heavy gown over your waist. instead of your hands pinned above your head like last night, he wanted your bare legs thrown over his broad shoulders, holding you wide open while he buried his face between your thighs. he wanted to eat you out until you were dripping all over his tongue, swallowing your muffled and ruined screams while your husband looked for you in the crowded hall outside.
after all, jungkook wasn't supposed to fall in love with his son's wife.
──── Life's been pretty hectic already. But getting mindlessly fingered on a full flight, surrounded by people didn't really work on your stressful mind, or did it?
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You’re humming under your breath to the wild beat hammering through your headphones, thumbs flying across the screen to shoot your mom a quick “I’m good, about to lose signal” before the plane seals everything off. The cabin lights have that soft, pre-takeoff glow, recycled air humming around you.
You tilt your head and sneak a peek beside you. His phone screen lights up his face as he taps post on the shot on his story that he snapped minutes ago, casual as hell, like he isn’t about to spark another wave of chaos online.
“Aren’t you wiped?” you murmur, voice low against the engine rumble, pocketing your phone while your knee brushes the armrest between you.
He sighs, deep and gravelly, eyes following your movements as he tucks his own phone away. “Yeah. Fucking drained. But the timeline would riot if I didn’t drop proof I’m still alive and kicking, angel.” His gaze lingers on you a second too long in the dim light.
“Aww.” You grin wide, wriggling your eyebrows in that exaggerated way that always feels a little ridiculous mid-flight.
His fans really do live rent-free in his chest—like the kind of devotion most people only fake in group chats.
You hold his gaze for another long moment, letting the quiet stretch, before you finally sink back into the seat with a slow sigh. Your shoulders loosen, melting into the thin cushion as the plane’s low hum settles deeper into your bones.
“You should sleep,” you mumble, voice already softening at the edges while your eyes flutter shut. “It’s gonna be a long one.”
Since the tour kicked off, the two of you have been bouncing between cities nonstop—private jets most days, but tonight it’s a regular flight, seats that still feel too tight for the distance ahead.
The other members are scattered a few rows up and back, mixed in with strangers who’ve already gone quiet. The whole cabin holds its breath, nothing but the low drone of engines and the occasional shift of someone trying to get comfortable.
This haul from New York back to Seoul stretches out like it might never end, two continents and an ocean sitting heavy between takeoff and touchdown.
You feel it in the way your body sinks into the seat, the faint buzz of altitude pressing against your ears while his presence stays warm and solid right beside you.
You were planning on drifting off.
Almost did.
His hand settles on your thigh like it belongs there, warm through the thin fabric, the kind of casual cling that’s become background noise between you two. Nothing wild. Just the steady weight of it grounding you against the plane’s constant vibration.
Until it doesn’t stay put.
His fingers start sliding higher, slow and deliberate, tracing the seam of your pants with enough intent that your breath catches for half a second.
Then his hand lifts away completely. A beat of nothing but the plane’s steady rumble fills the space.
You figure he’s finally tapping out, drifting toward sleep like you should be doing.
Until his fingers slip right under the waistband of your sweatpants and dip beneath the edge of your panties in one smooth move. Your eyes snap open, pulse kicking hard as the sudden heat of his skin meets yours.
Your head snaps toward him, breath hitching sharp in your throat the second his palm presses fully over your mound, warm and unhurried like he owns the space.
He’s leaned all the way back against the headrest, eyes closed, face the picture of calm relaxation while his fingers move with quiet confidence between your legs.
Your hand flies up on instinct, covering his, torn between shoving him off and holding him right there as he drags a slick finger slowly through your folds, spreading the growing wetness with lazy precision.
“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, nails biting into the back of his hand. “Jungkook.”
“Hmm, angel?” His voice comes out low and raspy, lazy as hell, like he’s half-dreaming while his fingertip circles your entrance with deliberate care. You have to force your racing thoughts to slow for a second just to form words.
“What are you doing?” you manage, voice barely above a whisper.
“Keeping you from dying of boredom on this endless flight,” he mumbles, low and rough like the words scrape straight from his throat.
“We ca—” The protest dies in a sharp yet low, involuntary gasp as he suddenly pushes one thick finger inside you, stretching the tight heat with zero hesitation. Your walls clench around the intrusion, slick and fluttering while the rest of your body stays frozen in the seat.
His eyes finally slit open, dark and focused, and he leans in close enough that his breath ghosts your ear. “Shh. Wouldn’t want the whole cabin knowing how easily I can entertain you, would you?” He eases back just enough to lock eyes with you, holding that charged stare as he slides a second finger in alongside the first.
The fullness hits deep and sudden, forcing a quick, ragged inhale through your nose while pleasure sparks hot up your spine in the middle of all that quiet altitude hum.
He starts moving his fingers with purpose, slow at first, then building into a steady, curling rhythm that drags against that perfect spot inside you every time.
The slick sound is faint but obscene under the plane’s drone, your arousal coating his knuckles as he works you open deeper, scissoring just enough to make your thighs tremble against the seat.
Your mind blanks for a second, heat flooding your cheeks while pleasure coils tight and low in your belly. You slap one hand over your mouth halfway through a broken moan, teeth sinking into your palm to muffle the noise, eyes squeezing shut as another wave rolls through you.
The other hand remains on his arm, nails raking hard over his forearm and the back of his hand where it disappears beneath your waistband, digging in like you can’t decide if you want to yank him out or force him deeper.
He doesn’t stop. His fingers thrust faster, thumb pressing firm circles over your swollen clit, the pressure relentless and filthy in the cramped space.
Every curl sends sparks shooting up your spine, your walls fluttering and clenching greedily around him, soaking his hand as quiet, wet sounds mix with your ragged breathing.
You’re biting harder into your palm now, body arching just slightly into his touch despite yourself, the risk of the quiet cabin only making everything sharper, hotter.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, angel,” he breathes, voice dark and amused, fingers pumping steadily while his thumb keeps that maddening rhythm.
Your nails scratch down his arm again, leaving red trails, but he just chuckles low, adding a third finger that stretches you so full your eyes water and a whimper slips past your fingers.
The pleasure builds heavy and urgent, your hips twitching helplessly into his hand, chasing the friction while you fight to stay silent, every nerve lit up and screaming in the middle of thirty-thousand feet of nothing but thin air and the very real chance someone might glance back.
He keeps that brutal rhythm going, fingers plunging deep and curling just right while his thumb grinds tight circles over your swollen clit, pushing you right to the edge.
Your thighs shake, walls pulsing hard around him as the pressure coils tighter and tighter in your core, so close you can almost taste it—hot, blinding, right there.
Then he stops.
His fingers still completely inside you, buried knuckle-deep but motionless, thumb lifting away from your throbbing clit.
The sudden denial hits like a slap, leaving you hanging on that razor-sharp edge, body screaming for release while nothing comes.
You almost cry out, a frustrated whimper catching in your throat behind your palm as tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes.
Your hips twitch desperately against his hand, chasing any friction, but he holds perfectly still, letting you feel every thick inch of his fingers stretching you without giving an inch more.
“Easy,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing against your ear as he leans in again, lips brushing the shell like he’s savoring your desperation.
“Not yet. I want you to realise that you shouldn't have tried to stop me before I let you fall apart.” His fingers give one lazy, shallow pump—just enough to make your walls flutter wildly around him—then stop again, thumb hovering maddeningly close without touching.
You scratch harder at his arm, nails dragging red lines as fresh slick leaks around his knuckles, your whole body trembling with the ache of being held right there, denied, while the plane hums on like nothing filthy is happening in the dark.
He leans in closer, breath hot. “Look at you… so fucking greedy. You gonna cry for it, angel?” Another tiny curl of his fingers, then stillness, dragging the torture out until you’re biting your palm bloody trying not to beg out loud.
Every tiny shift sends fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves, your pussy clenching helplessly around the thick stretch while slick drips steadily down his hand and soaks into the fabric of your sweatpants.
You’re shaking now, thighs pressed tight together like that might force some relief, but it only traps his wrist there, making everything wetter and hotter.
Tears blur your vision as the denied orgasm throbs painfully in your core, so close it hurts. You press your palm harder against your mouth, muffling the broken, needy sounds that keep trying to escape, while your other hand claws frantically at his forearm, nails digging crescents into his skin like punishment for stopping.
“Please…” The word slips out muffled and pathetic behind your fingers before you can stop it.
He chuckles softly, dark and satisfied, lips grazing your ear again. “Please what, angel? Use your words.” He gives one slow, torturous thrust, curling perfectly against that spot before freezing again, thumb brushing feather-light over your pulsing clit only to pull away.
The tease is cruel, leaving you right on the brink, body wound so tight you feel like you might snap. More tears slip down your cheeks as frustration and overwhelming want crash through you, hips rolling shamelessly against his still hand, chasing anything.
“You’re making such a mess,” he whispers, voice thick with amusement while he holds you there, suspended in that agonizing edge.
Another shallow pump, then nothing, the denial dragging on until your whole lower body feels electric and raw, every breath a struggle not to sob out loud in the silent cabin.
Your hips jerk desperately against his unmoving fingers, tears slipping freely now as the ache becomes unbearable. “Please,” you repeat, voice a wrecked whisper behind your palm, broken and shaky. “Please let me come… I need it so bad, fuck—please.”
He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your ear like he’s been waiting for exactly that. “That’s it. Beg so pretty for me, angel.”
Then he finally moves—fingers thrusting hard and fast, curling relentlessly against that spot while his thumb presses firm, perfect circles over your swollen clit.
The sudden onslaught rips a muffled cry from your throat, your hand barely containing it as pleasure slams into you like a wave.
Your walls clamp down tight around his fingers, pulsing wildly as the orgasm crashes through you, hot and blinding. Slick gushes around his knuckles, soaking his hand and the seat beneath you while your thighs shake uncontrollably, toes curling hard in your shoes.
He doesn’t stop, working you through every shuddering aftershock, drawing it out until you’re whimpering and twitching, oversensitive and spent.
Your nails rake down his arm one last time as the intensity peaks and slowly ebbs, leaving you boneless and panting against the headrest, tears still wet on your cheeks and your pussy fluttering weakly around his fingers. The cabin stays mercifully quiet, engines droning on like nothing just wrecked you completely in the dark.
He finally eases his fingers out of you with a wet, obscene sound that makes your cheeks burn hotter.
Your pussy clenches around nothing, still fluttering from the aftershocks, leaving you slick and empty and strangely aching for more even as your body tries to settle.
Then he lifts his hand, glistening with your release, and holds two fingers right in front of your lips. The scent of you is thick in the small space between you.
“Open,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding, that teasing edge still there. “It’s rude not to clean up your own mess, don’t you think?”
Your heart stutters. Still hazy and trembling from the orgasm, you part your lips without thinking, leaning forward just enough to take his fingers into your mouth.
The taste of yourself hits your tongue—tangy, warm, unmistakably filthy—as you suck obediently, tongue swirling around his knuckles to lick every drop.
Your eyes meet his in the dim light, cheeks hollowing while you clean him thoroughly, the act sending another shameful throb through your spent core.
He watches you the whole time, breathing a little heavier, thumb brushing your bottom lip when you finally pull back with a soft, wet pop.
He leans in close, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, lips grazing the shell as he whispers, “We’re definitely finishing this when we land. Don’t you think?”
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The car hums along the familiar streets, city lights streaking past the window.
Yoongi’s voice cuts through the quiet from the passenger seat, half-laughing as he eyes the angry red scratches running down his arm. “I swear I saw you board with us. How the hell did you pick up marks like that in fifteen hours? Looks like you wrestled a damn tiger.”
You keep your arms folded tight over your chest, staring hard out the window from the backseat, cheeks still warm from the memory of how those marks got there.
The less eye contact, the better.
“Tiger… or maybe a tigress,” he replies, that grin evident in his tone even if you refuse to look.
Yoongi snorts, unimpressed. “Whatever. Not curious enough to dig. Light’s red.” Yoongi mumbles, as Jungkook pulls the car to a halt by the red light.
You finally risk a glance forward and catch his eyes in the rearview mirror, dark and knowing.
The second your gazes lock, he winks—slow, filthy, full of promise. Heat floods your face all over again.
You snap your eyes back to the buildings, thighs pressing together at the fresh reminder of exactly what kind of trouble you let yourself in for.
if you met your brother's best friend, for whom you have a crush, on the same sidewalk, would you go to the other side? well, your friends bet no; he's already said you're on the other side.
⋆˚࿔ pairings: brother's best friend!jungkook x f!reader.
⋆˚࿔ tags + warnings: age gap (Jungkook is 28, reader is 24), reader is a magazine columnist, teenage crush, inspired by the song "Other Side" by Brent Faiyaz, cat-and-mouse dynamic, jealous!Jungkook, Jungkook acting like a jerk, a bit of angst, mention of an argument/fight, explicit content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, biting and hickeys, clitoral stimulation, oral sex (female receiving), slight nipple obsession, mild praise kink, crying during sex. (not yet reviewed) — wc: 13.5K
#1 "HOME SWEET HOME"? BOY, GO BACK TO SEOUL.
"Are you listening to me?"
Searching for even a shred of honesty, and summoning that classic childhood pressure the knowledge that lying was a terrible thing, something that shamed anyone who did it, — mom was always right — you were convinced you had moved past it; that you had put a final period on that chapter of your life.
It was ridiculous — perhaps something far more sweeping and drastic than the word "shameful," a term that wasn't even in your vocabulary at the time — to keep circling back, to keep dwelling on the past when you had already turned the page; besides, you weren't some hypersensitive teenager anymore.
At least, that was exactly what you kept telling yourself; well, it worked most of the time and held water — it earned a seal of quality.
Or…
Until someone mentioned his name, or said how he was doing, or until your stomach decided to act as if you were fifteen again. Instantly, you were fifteen once more — back to when you first discovered the passion growing in your heart. — Actually, scratch that "seal of quality" idea immediately; it didn't hold up, and you’d want to file a complaint.
Damn, it was cruelly ridiculous.
"I can't believe i'm talking to myself."
The bar was busy. More so than usual for a thursday, though not quite packed; just crowded enough that Juria had to raise her voice to get your attention. — Something your best friend hadn't managed to do for a little while now; almost five minutes, to be exact. — The music was loud, accompanied by the constant clatter of glasses behind the bar.
You wanted to ask why the night shifts were always the worst, but you knew it was such a stupid question — realizing it wasn't worth asking. On the bright side, you didn't work those hours, nor did you work at that establishment. You simply took advantage of Juria’s invitation — she would always manipulate you with lines like "we need to have some fun" or "lose that sour look; it doesn't suit you" — and visit your brother.
Speaking of whom, where was Jimin?
In truth, that clever woman had a plan up her sleeve — or rather, up her manicured nails; she was seizing the chance to "run into" Jimin’s friend Taehyung, who also worked at the bar. — Truly, the world was full of schemers. — The young man was far from naive; he recognized the woman’s intentions before she even reached the counter.
"What?" — Juria’s remark snapped you out of your thoughts — a welcome relief. Shaking your head and swirling the drink remaining in your glass, you leaned closer to the redhead. — "I’m sorry, Juria. Could you say that again?" — You furrowed your brows as you asked; the look was too genuine for your friend to deny.
"You’re acting strange." — Juria raised her glass to her lips, glistening from lip gloss in the dim light, while fixing you with an arched-brow stare, the look of someone who suspected something. So, she had been right. — "Seriously, honey." — The woman placed a hand on your knee in a gesture of affection.
"I'm fine, Juria." — In just one sip, you finished the drink; the burning, caused by the alcohol, went down his throat drastically and quickly. You placed the empty glass on the counter, waiting for the opportunity to drink again. — If you doubt it, if your brother saw it, he would add water. — "Did you see the photo i posted? I tagged you." — You tried to change the subject; in fact, you could return the focus to your friend's conversation.
Behind the counter, the noise of a video cracking is loud, drawing your attention; When you turn your head towards the sound, you see Taehyung observing — in other words, dedicating himself to the conversation — the scene while drying some glasses. He would take your glass if it weren't for you holding it.
"She's been like that for about ten minutes." — He shrugged as he tended to the glasses; you saw him smiling.
"Thanks for the help, Taehyung." — You said dryly, returning the same smile to the older. You certainly weren't going to leave the bartender a tip — absolutely not. He silently mouthed, "you're welcome."
"Don't tell me you're thinking about him…" — Juria leaned against the counter, looking at Taehyung in search of an accomplice — and finding one instantly. He followed her lead, abandoning the task of cleaning glasses to rest his arms on the marble surface. — "I know that look all too well."
Damn, where have you been, Jimin?
"Who?" — The question came out fast; you almost choked on your own saliva. Even with the music blaring, you caught every word and couldn't hide a peculiar — actually, surprising — reaction. Like, maybe you could have been a little less dramatic about it. — "Shit, don't even start with that."
You knew what they were up to, and it was awful; honestly, you’d rather walk on hot coals than endure the way Taehyung and Juria were in cahoots. Sometimes, you saw them more as enemies than friends. — It was a bit of an exaggeration — drastic and over-the-top — but that was how you felt; and, with the alcohol in you system, you was getting more emotional and sensitive.
"A bit of a strange reaction to a simple question, love." — The redhead tilted her head, making a funny face: eyebrows arched, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. You laughed, unable to help yourself. — Taehyung mimicked her.
"How old are you two? Five?"
Before the pair had a chance to answer her, the bar's back door opened, and Jimin appeared. It looked like he had been using his phone, as he was holding it in his hand before slipping it into his trouser pocket — likely on a break or handling something personal, which explained his absence for a while. — Upon seeing you, even though he saw you often, your brother smiled in your direction.
"I'm surprised this bar is still standing after i've been away for twenty minutes." — Jimin draped his cleaning rag over his shoulder and nudged Taehyung’s waist with his elbow. A few minutes later, a customer ordered a drink, and the older stepped in to serve them. — "Jungkook is coming back tomorrow." — What?
"I thought he wasn't coming back until next week." — Wow, Taehyung had completely left that detail out of the conversation; not that you, like, actually wanted to know. You pointed at your glass, signaling that you needed a refill; your friend got the message.
Your phone buzzed with a notification, but you chose not to check it right away. — So, he was back in Busan? After roughly four years and five months — and no, you didn't know the exact number of days — spent in Seoul taking on the responsibilities of managing the family finances, Jungkook had to settle into his new life. That didn't mean he never visited Busan, he certainly didn't neglect that part of his life, but the visits were brief, shorter than he would have liked; still, he always made a point of seeing his best friend.
The curious thing was that Jungkook never managed to see or visit you during the time he spent in Busan; it was strange — It seemed as though he was trying to avoid you; it was a choice he made of his own free will. In some ways, though, it was better that way; yet, he still followed you on social media. He would often send you small gifts via Jimin — a gesture you truly appreciated.
Jungkook cared about his best friend's little sister; he had never stopped caring about you.
"Oh, he asked about you," — Jimin said after calling your name. For the third time, you nearly choked on you drink; Juria rested her hands on her knee again, steadying you. For God's sake, couldn't that boy just stay in Seoul? — "Taehyung, did you see that cherry liqueur?"
"I think we ran out, didn't we?"
Reaching for your phone to check the time, you took the opportunity to look at a recent notification — 10:23 PM. There were several, actually, but only one bothered you; it was pretty obvious why.
mnijungkook liked your photo.
For the first time in ages, you felt something dangerously familiar wash over you from head to toe; it was unbearable, and there seemed to be no immediate solution. My God, it was the same feeling you’d had as a teenager. — Jungkook was coming back to town, and apparently, you hadn’t gotten over him at all.
#2 WHY DO YOU GET THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU FEEL ANGER WHEN YOU SEE ME?
You were exhausted; you wished you could find — or even invent — a word stronger and more concrete than "exhausted" to truly define your state at that moment. This time, you weren't exaggerating. Scheduling interviews, meetings, and a photo shoot that ran nearly two and a half hours late — compounded by the editor-in-chief deciding to change half of an upcoming article at the last minute.
It wasn't that you hated the idea of working as a magazine columnist — you’d never dream of thinking that; you were grateful for the job and enjoyed working in a field you loved. But, holy shit, sometimes you just wanted to cause a scene — create the kind of utter chaos Dwight did in the fourteenth episode of The Office’s fifth season.
You just wanted to go home, take a long bath, and sleep for ten hours straight — or maybe do all three.
As you left the building, greeting the security guards stationed by the large entrance doors and reaching for your phone, you noticed messages from Juria; they were trivial. Just "did you survive?" to which you had replied, "unfortunately." You then tucked your phone into your bag and headed toward the bus stop — or, on second thought, you could take a taxi.
Then, you stopped in you tracks, as if something had suddenly startled or surprised you, which was exactly what had happened.
Holy shit.
He was leaning against a black motorcycle, wearing a black leather jacket with his arms crossed, or rather, his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, leaving his tattoos exposed; there were some new ones, or maybe just touch-ups, it was hard to tell.
Did he look stronger?
He certainly seemed taller than you remembered. — Of course, it had been four years and a few damn months; you didn't perfectly recall his build. — And his hair was a bit long, not excessively so, but it suited him.
Jeon Jungkook.
"No, no." — You murmured, gripping the strap of your bag tightly, feeling a sense of unease. Why was he right outside your workplace? Jungkook should have been resting after his trip, busy, or anywhere else and not there; besides, how did he even know your work address?
Before you had the chance to process what you was seeing and what was happening — and for that matter, to curse your brother for telling his best friend where you worked — you noticed something else; or rather, someone else.
A woman was standing beside him and she was beautiful, truly beautiful. She was standing next to the motorcycle, talking to Jungkook, laughing with him, and touching his arm.
They seemed intimate, very close; you had never touched his arm like that. A deeply unpleasant, uncomfortable sensation churned in your stomach — it felt like nausea.
He was smiling at the woman, who burst into laughter — unnecessarily, it seemed forced — at something he’d said. She touched Jungkook’s arm again, and you could have sworn you saw her tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and whisper something into his ear.
"Oh, right." — You almost bit your tongue in indignation; you didn't even know why you were annoyed. There was no reason for it; Jeon was a grown man, single and very handsome. It was obvious he’d be surrounded by beautiful women who were always flirting with him. Yeah, you’d had to get used to hearing about it.
But less than 24 HOURS after arriving in the city? Wow.
You should just leave. — Yes, that was exactly what you intended to do to avoid dragging out the situation; you were going to turn your back and head home, looking for a taxi. Acting like a grown woman; you weren't obligated to watch the scene unfold. — Then, he looked up and saw you hurrying in the opposite direction, scanning the street for a cab.
Jungkook’s face lit up instantly; it was as if a star had fallen right there in the street, or as if someone had flipped on a light. A genuine, happy smile spread across his lips, possibly highlighting his lip piercing. Jungkook called out your name, practically shouting to get your attention; you didn't want to stop, but you had to.
The woman next to Jeon looked at you with curiosity and confusion, not liking being left out; she hated that she didn't continue to receive the boy's attention because of your presence. — Jungkook quickly moved away and walked towards you.
"You left earlier than i expected!" — Jungkook's voice was peaceful, very serene, and showed a good mood at seeing you. His eyes shone for you, he was happy to have seen you again; it was clear.
"What are you doing here?" — Your tone was harsher than you intended, taking Jungkook by surprise; there was no need for it.
"Wow, what a way to say hello." — He gave a humorless laugh. He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out the reason for such odd treatment. He tilted his head, a classic Jungkook habit, you remembered. — "It's been a while…"
"What are you doing here, Jungkook?" — You repeated the question. Your eyes darted toward the woman, wondering how she was taking Jungkook’s absence; to your surprise, you heard her say goodbye to him and walk away, heading in the opposite direction.
"I came to get you." — He put his hands in his pants pockets.
"Get me?" — You blinked in surprise. — "Why?"
"Because i wanted to."
You would look at him, though at times you couldn't bear the eye contact for long and would fix your gaze on an invisible spot on his jacket or his necklace; regardless, your focus remained entirely on him. You were starting to feel nervous, and fatigue was taking its toll, yet you held your ground.
"I’ve been away for a while, and i thought it would be nice to see you," — Jungkook explained, scratching the back of his neck.
There was no real need for the explanation, and he knew it, but he wanted to be clear with you, and he was telling the truth; after arriving back, the only thing he’d had to do was ask Jimin for your work address. — Well, he hadn't expected your earlier reaction, but he intended to ignore it, he’d love nothing more than to forget it.
Jungkook tried to mask his nervousness, which seemed to be mounting little by little; he wondered why, but he didn't have the patience to wait for the answer. It was probably just post-trip exhaustion, he hadn't rested as much as he would have liked; yeah, that had to be it.
You had changed. — Not that it was a bad thing, quite the opposite; it was good, really good. Jeon immediately corrected his thoughts. You were no longer the teenager, that little girl who was always glued to Jimin’s side; no longer the girl who used to tease him by sticking out your tongue or rolling your eyes or the young girl who constantly put up new posters in your room, trying to make it look edgier and cooler.
Now, you were a mature, beautiful, and incredibly confident woman; you were admirable, too, and according to your friends, and especially Jimin deeply dedicated to your work.
In fact, you were absolutely and perhaps even unconditionally beautiful. — Damn, he knew you had grown up, but he had no idea it would be like this. — Jungkook hadn't realized that the shy smile playing on your lips could have such an effect on him, or that it would make him want to keep looking at you.
It seemed Jungkook would struggle to resist the resurgence of certain feelings and thoughts, ones he had once deemed biting and devious, yet at the time, dismissed as merely fleeting regarding his best friend's sister. Jeon had promised himself he wouldn't revisit that story, that situation.
Absolutely not.
"Jungkook?" — Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts; it wasn't the first time, you had been calling him for seven seconds. He had seemed to go blank, frozen for a moment, before snapping back to reality. — "Is everything okay?" — you asked, tilting your head and rubbing your arms; you was starting to feel cold.
"Hmm…" — He acknowledged, blinking rapidly. You watched Jeon’s tongue press against the inside of his cheek, a sign of impatience, as his fingers ran through his dark hair, tidying it up. — "Shall we go? Lucky for you, the spare helmet should fit." — You walked over to the motorcycle; upon receiving the helmet and putting it on, you confirmed what he had said, it was a perfect fit. Before Jungkook started the engine, while waiting for you to climb onto the back, you hesitated.
"She isn't going to get, like, jealous?" — Upon hearing your question, the older turned his head toward you, and you could picture his furrowed brows and the pout on his lips. Jungkook wasn't stupid, let alone naive; he knew exactly who you were talking about.
"Who?" — His voice came out muffled by the helmet, but you could detect the confusion in his tone. He liked to play at feigned simplicity, innocence.
"That woman." — Ah! Jungkook smiled; you were glad it wasn't visible, but you knew he was smiling because of his eyes, they crinkled and sparkled. That man was infuriating; he drove you crazy. — "I'm serious, Jungkook."
"Are you interested?" — You hated it when people answered your question with another question. — "I don't think she'll get jealous." — He shrugged, as if it were nothing. — "She's not my girlfriend or anything like that."
Wow. — For some completely irrational, and slightly significant, reason, your chest felt lighter; no, you felt lighter. It was kind of absurd, but you didn't care; you didn't care one bit.
"Were you jealous?"
"What? Of course not." — You climbed onto the back of the bike. You weren't sure if it was right to place your hands on Jeon's waist for balance you could have held onto the sides of the motorcycle; there were other handholds but he noticed your hesitation and wasted no time grabbing your hands and placing them on his waist.
"You were."
"I wasn't."
"A little bit, come on." — He was amused. It was obvious, or perhaps he simply didn't want to hide it; either way, there was no need to. Jeon had missed teasing you; he had missed your impatience with his playful antics — he had missed you.
"Jungkook…"
"Yeah?"
"Can we go, please?"
#3 NOTHING STRANGE HERE, MOVE ALONG.
The sound of water running over concrete, accompanied by the wet, unsubtle noises of fabric scrubbing against a surface, filled the garage; someone was humming, too.
Jungkook wiped the wet cloth over the side of the motorcycle, watching and enjoying the result as the black paint regained its shine in the afternoon light. The cleaning was nearly finished; it was a relief, as only a few spots remained, and being a stickler for detail, he wanted the bike to look brand new.
Cleaning his motorcycle was, without exaggeration, therapeutic for him; Jeon held a deep affection for the vehicle. He couldn't quite explain the feeling of seeing it so well cared for, especially by his own hands. It was the true meaning of satisfaction.
"You're cleaning that spot for the third time." — Taehyung’s voice came from behind Jungkook; he was the one who had been humming earlier. Jeon tried not to detect a taunt in his friend's words, but it was impossible.
"There was a stain, Hyung." — He offered as an excuse, lying to the older. In reality, there was no stain at all. Rising from the small stool, Jungkook left the wet, dirty rag beside the bucket of soapy water.
"There wasn't." — He insisted stubbornly, like a child; the two of them acted like children, really and it only got worse when Jimin joined their squabbles. — "Tell the truth: you've got something on your mind." — Taehyung wasn't lying, and that made the situation trickier; it was a toss-up, specifically because Jungkook couldn't explain what he wanted, not even to himself.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Jungkook turned to see Jimin walking toward him and Taehyung, carrying three bottles of beer, exactly what he needed right then; he was grateful. He had been cleaning the motorcycle for nearly three hours; the long delay was due to his friends chatting away.
"How long are you staying in Seoul, anyway?" — Jimin asked, raising the bottle to his lips and taking a sip.
"A few weeks." — Jungkook shrugged, mirroring the blond man. — "Maybe a month or more?"
To be honest, Jungkook didn't want to return to Seoul; what with the corporate responsibilities, the pressure to deliver results, and the insufferable meetings with tedious, arrogant people. He owned up to his immaturity and his reluctance to fully embrace his role; he felt a need for honesty.
It wasn't that he hated the role he had to play in the financial world; a world his family had built and intended to perpetuate. — His brother had chosen not to follow that path. In fact, he had clashed with their father, causing a rift. — Jungkook hadn't been the first in line to inherit the family's financial empire, but he had become the most competent. — Following his older brother's decision, he took it upon himself to shape his father's vision.
Most of the time, Jungkook agreed with his brother's decision. If he had been in his brother's shoes, he wouldn't have thought twice.
"Will you survive?" — Jimin asked, teasing his friend. A message notification caught their attention; it was the blond guy's phone, so he reached for the device to check the message.
"Maybe." — He crossed his arms, taking a sip of his beer. Taehyung rolled his eyes at the answer; he’d forgotten just how dramatic his friend could be. Both of them grew curious about the message Jimin had received, as he was typing a reply presumably while smiling. — "Who is it ?" — He asked brazenly, without a shred of shame.
"My sister." — Ah, that made sense. Jungkook raised his eyebrows and stared at some invisible point, thinking of the girl; it had been two days since he’d last seen you, when he’d picked you up from work. — "They're rescheduling a photoshoot, or something like that," —He remarked, without many details.
"Again?" — Jungkook asked, looking skeptical; on the way to your house, you had mentioned a delay with the photoshoot for part of the article and that it would need to be rescheduled. Your boss hadn't been happy about it, and neither had you. — "I can imagine how she must be feeling." — He set the empty beer bottle down on the old garage table.
"She told you?" — Jimin raised his eyebrows, turning off his phone after replying to you and slipping it into his pocket. The tattooed man nodded, glancing at the motorcycle to check for any dirt; no, it was spotless. — "When?"
It was that simple; Jimin wasn't going to interrogate him, there was no intention or need to do so. No drama. He trusted his sister and his best friend. — After all, there was no issue.
"Yesterday." — He answered faster than expected, which was a bit unusual, since Jeon usually took a moment to reply to certain things, often because his attention was elsewhere. — "She spent about five minutes badmouthing the model's team, the ones responsible for the delay." — Jungkook laughed at the memory; you had even gotten him to criticize the team too, turning him into an accomplice. He could feel the vibrations of your laughter as you held onto him to keep from falling off the motorcycle. — "She works incredibly hard."
A dazzling smile played on Jungkook’s lips, one he didn't try to hide in front of his friends; after all, there was no malice in his words. — He recognized the effort you put into your work and had listened to all you complaints and the projects you was organizing; he’d even made you promise to tell him every single detail. God, Jungkook’s cheeks actually ached from smiling and laughing so much with you.
He enjoyed the time spent with you, however brief; something deep inside Jeon was longing for more.
"Oh," — He turned to his friend. — "..she could come by. I don't know, we could ask for something.."
"Or you could go pick her up… again." — Taehyung bit his lip in a teasing tone, playing with the tattooed boy and not worrying about Jimin's reaction, who could get irritated by his speech; but, on the contrary, he didn't care. He just poked the side of Taehyung's stomach.
"Aish." — Jungkook threw the slightly wet and dirty cloth at Taehyung.
#4 NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, IS IT THAT HARD?
Music vibrated through the walls; surprisingly, the DJ showed off his incredible work and good taste with everyone in the room. If in doubt, even outsiders could take advantage. This was great, everyone could enjoy it. — Colorful lights crossed the crowded dance floor while people danced, talked, laughed in groups or pairs spread across the room.
Oh, and they kissed, forgot to mention. As you walked, accompanied by Juria, who invited her, in other words, forced yoy to come and swore that she wouldn't take "no" for an answer. well, you would have had the patience to say all the synonyms for the word "no" but you preferred to follow your best friend — you managed to see several people kissing; probably, it wouldn't just be kisses.
Anyway, you wouldn't judge any of the souls.
"I'm going to grab something to drink." — You shouted to the redhead, who was enjoying the beat of the music; the instrumental track was truly great to listen to. It was impossible not to shout when trying to communicate with anyone, sometimes, even shouting didn't work. Luckily, Juria was still sober and heard you. — "Do you want anything?"
"No, sweetie!" — She said with a charming smile, winking at you; she was always fun to be around, and you loved seeing Juria happy like that. You also knew she would magically vanish from the small space you were occupying within just a few minutes. — "Make yourself at home." — Suddenly, before turning toward the bar, Juria gripped your shoulders to lean close to your ear. — "Be careful, because you look hot." — She whispered.
"Oh, Juria, please!" — You laughed, amused by her words and the way she winked at you once more.
On the bright side, the bar area wasn't too crowded; there were few people around, and you was relieved to find a small empty spot to order a drink without getting shoved, bumped, or having someone grind against your. —phew.
"Gin and tonic, please!" — The bartender nodded and winked at you, a friendly, innocent gesture. While waiting for you drink, you tapped your fingernails against the counter to the rhythm of the music. You didn't notice the young man standing next to you, watching you.
"Great choice," — he said enthusiastically, offering a closed-mouth smile. You looked up toward the voice and found yourself facing a handsome man, that was your first thought, tall, with slightly tousled dark hair and kind eyes. — "I’d order the same thing."
"Seriously?" — You laughed, realizing the guy was using a pickup line to strike up a conversation with you; well, it was worth a shot. — "Do you say that to everyone and just change the drink?" — Now it was the handsome guy's turn to laugh.
"Maybe."
"At least you admitted it."
“Honesty is my best quality.” — Unable to resist the guy’s cheesy line, you laughed, and he instantly smiled back, revealing his dimples. The bartender handed you your drink, along with the one he had ordered. He picked up his glass and raised it toward you, silently suggesting a toast. It was completely random, but you decided to play along. — “To a great choice.”
“To the worst pickup line ever.” — Before your glasses could clink, he dramatically placed a hand over his heart, as though you’d deeply wounded him. You could only shake your head, trying and failing not to laugh at the ridiculous display.
"Ouch.” — He narrowed his eyes and pouted dramatically, looking like a rain-soaked puppy; for a fleeting second, he reminded you of someone else. — “You really know how to be cruel.”
“And you really know how to be persistent.”
“Is it working?” — You clinked your glasses. As you took a sip, you merely shrugged in response, though if you were being honest, you were enjoying the easy banter between you.
"Maybe."
”‘Maybe’ is pretty close to a ‘yes.’”
“In what universe?”
"In mine."
At that exact moment, not even a second later, Jungkook saw you; from the other side of the party, he had a clear view of the bar and the venue’s entrance. — He knew the owner of the place, who had sent him an invitation as soon as he heard Jungkook was back in town.
Why not? — It had only been a few days since his return to the city, and he wanted to make the most of it; the invitation had seemed like the perfect opportunity. — So, he invited Yoongi along. Yoongi didn’t agree right away, but the boy from Busan had always known exactly how to convince him.
They had been there for a while now. Jungkook was grateful he had taken it easy, he hadn’t had much to drink. Back then, he had been no stranger to late-night parties and celebrations, and he still enjoyed nursing a drink every now and then, letting it bring back memories of the old days. — Since arriving at the party, he’d somehow ended up with five crumpled slips of paper tucked into his pocket, each one bearing a phone number and a tiny heart scribbled beside it.
He had no idea when they’d gotten there, but one thing was certain: none of those numbers would ever make it into his contacts.
Truthfully, he could have but he had no interest in doing so, no desire, no curiosity. — Nothing at all.
“Isn’t that the guy who went to school with us?” — Yoongi remarked, assuming Jungkook was staring at the same thing he was; a guy making out with one girl before immediately moving on to another. — “Damn,..he’s got stamina.” — He finished the last sip of his whiskey and turned toward the dark-haired man, only to find Jungkook’s gaze fixed on a completely different part of the room. — "Jungkook?"
No response.
"Jeon?" — After being ignored twice, Yoongi gave up on calling his name and followed the line of his friend’s stare instead. It didn’t take him long to figure it out. — “Ah…I get it.”
It was almost impressive. Yoongi had called his name three times without getting so much as a glance, a response, or any sign that Jungkook had even heard him. Yet the moment Yoongi muttered those two words under his breath, Jungkook finally turned to face him.
“What?” — The anger, disgust, and indignation etched across Jungkook’s face were impossible to miss. He bit the inside of his cheek and tightened his grip around his glass hard enough that, under different circumstances, he might have shattered it. Fine lines creased his brow as he kept his eyes fixed on the scene. — “Who is that guy?”
“No idea.” — Learning the name of the guy flirting with his friend’s little sister had never been on Yoongi’s agenda. Jungkook answered with nothing more than a low, gruff “Mm.” Yoongi shot him a knowing look. — “You shouldn’t even be asking that.”
"Why?"
“It’s simple, Jungkook.” — Frustrated, Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. — “Because it’s none of your business and definitely none of mine.”
Yoongi was right. — He always was. It was rare, almost impossible, for his reasoning not to make perfect sense, and he already knew exactly what was happening without anyone having to tell him or without needing to guess but it wasn’t his business either. — And what was he supposed to do? It didn’t matter, because Jungkook wasn’t about to listen to Yoongi’s lectures or his pleas to stay put and pretend he hadn’t seen you standing there with that guy.
What the hell did he have to do with his friend’s sister’s love life?
“Don’t do anything stupid, Jungkook.” — Yoongi refused to beg, though he sounded like the angel perched on the tattooed man’s shoulder. The moment he heard, “I won’t,” he nearly swore at him with every curse word he knew. — “That’s exactly what you said before you broke a guy’s nose in Gwangju.”
“Yeah, but i was right that time.”
“You’re not right this time.”
Jungkook didn’t listen. He ignored the older friend — a level of disrespect — Yoongi would definitely take issue with and kept walking in the one direction he had no business going: straight toward you.
The guy’s name was Haein. — As cheesy as he was, he was undeniably charming, winning you over with his sense of humor and making you laugh with surprising ease. The alcohol might have had something to do with it, but let’s not dwell on that. — The conversation flowed effortlessly, light, natural, and easy, free of challenges, petty arguments, or someone constantly trying to get under your skin at every opportunity.
Haein was funny and incredibly polite, too; more than that, he seemed genuinely interested in everything you had to say. He listened, paid attention, asked questions. He wasn’t just waiting for his turn to speak; he was actually engaged in the conversation.
“So, you’re a writer?” — Haein’s eyes lit up with curiosity, genuine enthusiasm shining through as he asked about your work. He told you he was a photographer, a profession he’d dreamed of since he was a kid; his mother had always loved taking pictures.
“I’m a columnist.” — You replied, absentmindedly tracing the rim of your half-empty glass with your fingertip. Even beneath the dim lighting, the rosy tint on your cheeks was impossible to miss, and Haein found it undeniably endearing. You caught him quietly saying it was amazing. — “It’s not nearly as glamorous as it sounds.”
“What? I disagree.”
“How can you be so sure?” — You asked with a small smile. — “You don’t even know what i actually write about.” — You hadn’t meant for it to come across as blunt, and thankfully, Haein didn’t take it that way.
“I don’t need to.” — Haein smiled warmly. — “The way you smile when you talk about it tells me you care a lot about what you do.”
Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been genuinely interested in talking to a guy you’d just met. — Well, by now, he’d already gone from complete stranger to pleasant company; was that too much of a leap? — Everything between the two of you felt so effortless. Haein had somehow made you forget the noise and chaos of the party around you.
What would it hurt to give him a chance, right?
Apparently, quite a lot, because you were so caught up in the conversation, so genuinely enjoying yourself, that you never noticed a very familiar figure making his way toward you.
In any other situation, you would’ve much rather run into Jimin than him.
“I didn’t know you were here.” — He cleared his throat after calling your name. Unlike usual, he didn’t sound to be in a particularly good mood. His familiar voice was lower than normal, carrying a sharpness that made it seem unusually dry or maybe that was just your impression. The smile on your lips vanished instantly, as though you’d somehow been caught doing something wrong.
Haein noticed the sudden change in your expression and in your posture. The shift caught him off guard, but he couldn’t help attributing it to the newcomer who had just stepped into the space the two of you had been sharing.
Jungkook, of course.
“I didn’t know i needed to let you know.” — He clearly didn’t like the boldness in your reply, though it was to be expected. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, and his expression shifted into something that looked almost like disgust.
You didn’t mean to be so harsh with your brother’s friend; after all, the two of you had been getting along again over the past few days.
“Is he a friend of yours?” — Haein asked, adding a cute nickname derived from your name. It was endearing, and Jungkook let out a humorless laugh at the sound of it. The other noticed the tension between you two, his gaze shifting back and forth between you and the tattooed man.
“Unfortunately.” — You heard Jungkook click his tongue, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. The guy in front of you quietly laughed at his reaction. Haein shifted his attention, realizing he was being stared at and he had been right. Jeon was looking at him with a lowered, judgmental gaze, and it definitely didn’t mean anything good. He could have felt uncomfortable, but he wasn’t naive.
“Who are you?”
“Who wants to know?” — Haein raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t going to put up with something like that, much less accept having his conversation with you interrupted. He actually had the nerve to challenge your friend.
“I asked first.” — Jungkook argued.
“And i’m not obligated to answer.”
“Jungkook…” — You tried to interrupt, even though you already knew it wouldn’t make any difference.
“Stay out of this.”
Sighing, you couldn’t believe the situation you had found yourself in. You knew both of them were incredibly stubborn and self-centered; avoiding an awkward scene out of pure ignorance didn’t seem to be an option, apparently. You wanted to find Juria — though, at that moment, you felt it would be easier to find a needle in a haystack — and leave; at least with Haein’s number saved.
Maybe not. — Even though you had enjoyed the conversation and felt comfortable around him, he was still just a handsome guy you might meet once and never see again.
“Do you always treat people this way, or did you make an exception just for today?” — Haein questioned, the corners of his lips curving into a sarcastic smile. He wasn’t afraid of whatever answer or aggressive reaction might come.
“I made a special exception just for you.”
“Look, it’s fine.” — Haein raised his hands in surrender, though the gesture was clearly playful, keeping that teasing smile and disdainful look. — “I’m going to get some air.” — He could tell this wasn’t going to end well, not to mention he already knew there was something going on between you and Jungkook. Before leaving, he gave you one last smile. — “I hope i see you again later.”
“I hope so too.”
Jungkook’s expression hardened instantly; his jaw clenched tight. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. There was also an uncomfortable sensation in his eyes, making him blink several times. The sight of Haein, — whose name Jungkook didn’t even know, — disappearing into the crowd brought him a strange sense of relief; it was weird, honestly.
He found himself hoping you wouldn’t find him again. — Not this time.
“What was that, Jungkook?” — You questioned, visibly irritated and overwhelmed. You had so many questions, you wanted to yell at him; God, you felt suffocated. — “No, it felt like i was doing something wrong.” — Your eyes moved over him, not focusing on his face, you barely cared to. The colorful lights shifted around the two of you. — “My God, even Jimin doesn’t act like this.” — You gestured with your fingers.
“You didn’t even know the guy.” — Jungkook let out a humorless laugh, crossing his arms.
“So what?”
“Oh, so what?” — You widened your eyes mockingly at his words. Jungkook could be ridiculous when he wanted to be, he somehow always managed to outdo himself. Sometimes, you wondered how you had ever liked someone like him. — “You trust anyone now?” — How was that even a question? — “Always looking for attention.” — Once again, he let out a humorless laugh.
In disbelief, your expression was pure shock; you blinked once, twice, as the music, which seemed to have grown louder and the floor vibrating beneath your feet became impossible to tolerate like it had been before.
“Excuse me?” — Jungkook didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. He seemed completely normal as he stared at you in that ridiculous way, almost like your brother.
No, not like Jimin. — Jimin didn’t usually look at you like that. Sure, he scolded you sometimes, like any normal sibling would, but this was different.
“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?”
“Someone with common sense? Trying to stop you from doing something stupid.”
“I don’t need you to stop me from doing anything.” — You still couldn’t believe this version of Jungkook. All you could think about was the shame burning in your chest.
“Of course not.” — He cleared his throat. — “You always know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” — He raised his voice, his anger evident, his composure slipping. Jungkook could have stepped closer instead of making her feel the need to shout over the music, but that was his choice. The sarcasm in his voice was so obvious that it made you freeze, pressing your body against the counter. — “He was a complete stranger. Did you even think about that?”
“You were once a complete stranger to me too, Jungkook.”
You had hit his ego; that was a point for you.
Before, it had only been teasing, a way for the two of you to mess with each other, but now it had turned into arrogance, careless words, and no filter whatsoever. You had been showing this side of yourself since Jungkook’s return, he couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned. And as your attitude grew worse, it was clear you had no intention of stopping; well, neither did Jungkook.
“It’s completely different.” — He rolled your name off his tongue in a resentful murmur, rolling his eyes and letting his gaze settle on the crowd for a few seconds; a girl caught his attention and winked at Jungkook.
It wasn’t, and he knew that.
“No, that’s not the problem.” — Your throat was starting to itch; it felt dry, and you wanted to order another drink, this time something stronger. You were sure that if you asked for one in front of Jungkook, he would either knock it to the floor or drink it right in front of you, probably. — “You’re never going to see me as a grown woman, damn it.” — What a relief.
Jungkook fell silent, accepting your words. He felt a pang of desolation and anger; it wasn’t difficult to recognize the discomfort in the conversation, you had never been very good at hiding your emotions. He could have simply stayed quiet, leaving you alone with your hurt, or finally gone back to the guy you had been talking to; no, Jungkook didn’t think twice.
“Because you don’t act like one.” — He shrugged, raising one eyebrow while lowering the other. — “Maybe you won’t anytime soon.”
Those words hit you hard, like a punch; a pain so miserable, filled with overwhelming sorrow. Disappointment and anguish walked hand in hand, you hadn’t expected that. You never expected to hear the man you had loved so much as a teenager, the feelings still lingering in your chest, never truly overcome, say something like that. In the silence that existed only between you and Jungkook, you couldn’t believe it.
Staring at him with glistening eyes, but not from emotion, from disappointment, you felt a ridiculous sting. You wanted to get away from him, away from that place; you no longer worried about Juria. She could handle herself, and a simple message from you saying “going home ;)” would be enough.
You had never felt so stupid.
“Okay.” — Your voice came out so quiet. Jungkook shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the music and the noise surrounding you, but somehow, impossibly, he did.
He realized the mess he had made — he promised himself Yoongi could actually kill him — but it was too late. Jeon called your name, his voice a little gentler, almost like he needed a pair of puppy ears drooping to match it. — “No, Jungkook.” — He tried to get your attention, reaching out and touching your arm, wanting to step closer and apologize, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter anymore.
You refused to feel his touch, rejecting Jungkook’s attempt to get closer to you. You began to feel nauseous, a strong repulsion building in your stomach, disgust and anger toward him. Your chest was racing, and you could no longer endure all the noise and the crowd around you. At that moment, you weren’t thinking about finding Haein to try to lift your mood, continue where you had left off, and distract yourself. You just wanted to go home; you shouldn’t have gone out in the first place. That was the truth.
And so, you left; without looking back, without giving Jungkook a chance. He remained standing there, not saying another word, not daring to stop you; watching you disappear among the people in the room. It didn’t take long before Jeon could no longer see you.
For the first time that night, unlike what had happened in Gwangju, Jungkook felt exactly as he deserved to feel: like a complete idiot.
#5 GIRL, YOU MUST BE FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
Jungkook cruelly hated the bitter feeling, the pure misfortune that was growing in his chest; it was something fierce and overwhelming at the same time. That feeling, in the very few times he had experienced it, had followed him before but never like this, never with this intensity. He had ruined everything.
Fuck, he had really fucked everything up.
It had been five days since what happened at the party; five days of ignored messages, declined calls, and changes to your work schedule. Obviously, a lot had happened. — Well, he couldn’t really complain, after all, he had neither the moral high ground nor any dignity left. — For five days, he ended every conversation asking himself how many times someone had to type "i’m sorry" before the words completely lost their meaning.
Jungkook had tried. — In fact, he was still trying.
“She’s still hurt, Jungkook.” Or, “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Fuck.
Thinking back on the messages from his best friend, Jimin had repeated those words three different times. He wanted Jungkook to keep facing just how ridiculously he had behaved that night. After finding out what had happened, your brother greeted him with carefully restrained hostility, weighing everything between you and Jungkook.
Jimin knew, better than anyone, what was really going on with his best friend. Honestly, Jungkook couldn’t talk to Jimin the way he normally did anymore; the only person who ever saw this remorseful, melancholic version of him was Yoongi.
The only piece of advice he had actually followed — after ignoring countless others — was to find some way, any way, to talk to you. Still, Jungkook finally worked up the courage to ask Jimin something important; something that involved you.
And so, Jungkook stood in front of your front door, desperately wishing to put an end to the feeling weighing on his chest. He hadn’t expected that thought to sound so selfish. The truth was, he wanted to talk to you, to hear your voice. More than anything, he wanted to see you.
As he rang the doorbell, he felt a knot form in his stomach. It was strange, sending a slight shiver through him. Anxiety and nervousness settled in; he knew he was in the red zone. He lightly tapped the tip of his shoe against the ground while waiting for someone to answer.
Jungkook wanted to check his phone, but he knew that would only make things worse, and he was grateful he’d left it on Do Not Disturb. No one came to the door, so he rang the bell a second time. He wasn’t impatient; for you, he could have waited until the end of the next day if he had to.
Were you really going to avoid him forever?
While the doorbell rang, you were in the kitchen. You had gotten out of the shower not long ago and were looking forward to resting after another exhausting day at the magazine. — The new head of the photography department was awful. — On top of disrupting your team’s meeting, she had deleted several files containing photos and product previews for one of the company’s campaigns; she was a complete nightmare.
By the second ring, you were already at the front door, wondering if it might be Juria, you had grown used to the redhead dropping by unexpectedly or Jimin. To be sure, you looked through the peephole. — It was him.
Jungkook was standing at your door.
Tragic, and so utterly pitiful. — You had learned to recognize his name flashing across your phone screen and ignore it before reading a single message; when that wasn’t enough, you temporarily muted his contact. — On the bright side, it had worked but seeing him there was different. — You knew Jeon had stopped by your workplace a few times, including the day he first came back, because your coworkers kept mentioning him. This was so much harder; in the end, it seemed you weren’t going to get rid of Jungkook anytime soon.
After five days of trying to get your head straight.
“What are you doing here?” — You opened the door just enough to see him through a narrow gap. Funny, it felt like a pathetic case of déjà vu, because those were the exact same words you had said to him that day.
Jungkook stood frozen, swallowing hard. For a second, neither of you said a word. You looked exhausted, worn down and not because you were sleepy, but because of him. That hurt far more than he could have ever expected or imagined.
“We need to talk.”
“No.” — The answer came instantly, as if it had been sitting on the tip of your tongue for days, without a trace of hesitation. Jungkook took a deep breath and bit down on his lip piercing, an unbearable habit, both for himself and for anyone watching him. He said your name like a plea, the regret in his voice genuine, but you refused to give in. — “You already said everything you wanted to say, remember?”
He wished he had the chance to forget it all, to erase what had happened, to erase the fact that he had hurt you.
“I didn’t.” — He shook his head in denial. You remained unmoved by Jungkook’s words, refusing to give him the chance to explain himself or say what he needed to say. Why hadn’t you just closed the door? — “Please.” — You opened the door a little wider, not to invite him in, but to make it clear that he needed to leave. — “I want to apologize.”
You remained silent, allowing Jungkook to continue, but he expected more, and that frustrated him. He was genuinely trying, and Jungkook had never been good at trying when it came to things like this. He was doing everything he could not to appear vulnerable, preferring to hide behind anger instead. He knew it wasn’t the best choice.
“Did you come here to apologize, or to prove you were right?”
“Fuck, no.” — Jungkook rested his tattooed hand against the door, applying just enough pressure for you to notice. He wanted to come in, but he didn’t dare ask. He looked genuinely remorseful. He hated feeling this way, as if he needed your attention, your hand to steady him. — “I was angry. I didn’t mean to…”
“That doesn’t change what you said.” — Your voice was so strained, unable to hide the frustration behind it. You kept your eyes on him, catching every little movement the older man made. You hated the fact that, even in the middle of your anger, you still found yourself admiring him. Jungkook quietly whispered, “I know,” his gaze dropping to the floor. — “Then why did you say it, Jungkook?”
Jungkook hated the way you said his name now. It bothered him like burning embers dragged across his skin; he had never imagined it could affect him like that. He had never imagined the two of you would end up in a situation like this. Your voice, once so gentle and soft, now carried a fragile blend of indignation and sadness.
Why? — That was the question. the only one. And Jungkook hated it because there wasn’t a simple answer, because the truth was humiliating: because he had seen another man looking at you like that; because he had felt something he neither wanted nor should have felt; because he couldn’t stand the thought of someone else getting to know the parts of you he had always wanted to know himself.
“Because i care about you.”
“That doesn’t justify anything, Jungkook.”
“I always tried to ignore this shit. You were younger, you still are, you’re my best friend’s little sister, and i knew i shouldn’t have been looking at you that way."
Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening with shock and anguish. Jungkook blinked several times, the hand resting on the door pressing harder against it while the other ran through his hair, leaving it even more disheveled. His voice was steady, and somehow, that made it worse.
“Then i left, and you grew up, i kept pretending nothing had changed. That’s it.”
You stared at him in stunned disbelief, your expression caught somewhere between shock and confusion. You had never expected to hear a confession like that or those words from him. Your face betrayed an emotion that was impossible to read.
Part of Jungkook worried about how you were taking it, while the other part no longer cared. He just wanted to let out what had been trapped in his chest for years. — Neither of you had imagined this conversation would ever happen. — Honestly, you struggled to believe it was real, that Jungkook’s words were true instead of some cruel illusion. You didn’t know what to expect anymore and yet you didn’t feel like he was lying.
Why hadn’t you just slammed the door in his face and carried on as if none of this had ever happened? It would have been so much easier.
“Are you telling me that…”
“I’m saying you drive me crazy. You confuse the hell out of me.” — He wasn’t joking. Jungkook looked so serious, so resolute, that it made you swallow hard and open the damn door a little wider. — “You get under my skin.”
“You’re so arrogant.”
"I know."
“You hurt me, Jungkook. Do you really think you can just show up here and fix everything?” — With the door open, he could get a broader glimpse of the entrance to your home. It was small and cozy, the kind of place that radiated warmth and safety. It reminded him of you. Jungkook’s eyes swept over the room before returning to yours.
“No.” — He answered immediately. — “I don’t.” — For the first time, perhaps in all the years you had known Jungkook, you saw something different in him; fear. Not much, but enough. He was carefully choosing his words when, in truth, he wanted to tell you everything without a single filter or restraint. — “I just didn’t want to lose you.”
The silence between you and Jungkook was cruel, painfully so, merciless. — Your stomach churned, leaving you feeling strangely unsettled. You didn’t know what to say; you couldn’t think of anything. Funny, considering you had always been ready with a sharp remark or something to provoke him. You parted your lips, hoping to say something, to answer him, but closed them again almost immediately.
Jungkook took two slow steps forward, crossing onto the tiled floor of your entryway. He was so close now. He seemed like an entirely different man from the one who had argued with you at the party.
Less defensive, more honest. He was still stubborn, still proud but, at the very least, he was honest.
“Then why does it feel like you’re angry at me?” — You asked, unable to keep the sorrow out of your voice. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. It felt as though you were the one who should be ashamed.
The question caught him off guard because you had noticed; of course you had. You had always noticed everything about Jungkook, though it was never something you took pride in. Before answering, he let out a humorless laugh.
“I’m angry at myself…” — Your name left his lips with the same gentleness as always. Ever since he’d met you, there had always been a quiet tenderness in the way Jeon said your name, and you had always loved that about him. — “I spent so long trying to keep all of this under control… and in the end, all i managed to do was hurt you.”
As his words faded, your gaze dropped to Jungkook’s lips for a single second, a fleeting moment of vulnerability, of quiet openness.
Just one second, yet the two of you noticed it, and that was more than enough. — The same hand that had been resting against the door came up to cradle your face, the cool metal of the ring on his index finger brushing against your skin. — He held you so carefully. — His fingertips moved slowly across your cheek, as though asking permission to be there. Jeon waited for you, giving you every chance to pull away if that was what you wanted. His breath began to mingle with yours, and he made no attempt to rush, not a single movement; he kept waiting for the slightest sign that you wanted him to stop.
But, perhaps to Jungkook’s surprise, you didn’t pull away. You didn’t push him back; quite the opposite. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, exhausted from fighting your feelings any longer, you gave him all the permission he needed and so, Jungkook kissed you.
At first, it was hesitant. Just the faintest brush of lips, almost shy but the moment you gripped the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt and fully returned the kiss, all the distance the two of you had created over the past few days melted away, as though it had never existed.
Jungkook kissed you with unmistakable care, savoring every second, wanting to commit the feeling to memory. Your lips moved together slowly, unhurriedly, while your tongues met in a gentle, intimate kiss that gradually deepened. At the same time, both of your hands instinctively searched for closeness, for the comfort you had been denying each other for far too long.
Jungkook’s hand remained cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking your skin, while his other hand rested on your waist, pulling you closer. You could still feel the remnants of his anger lingering beneath the surface, intertwined with something else entirely, raw desire. Even so, he deepened the kiss with unmistakable care, silently showing you that, this time, he wasn’t trying to control anything.
The need to pull away from each other was almost cruel, but neither of you could complain. Silence settled between you for a few seconds, no, for a few long minutes. You were both stunned, especially you, not because of the kiss itself, but because of its intensity because of everything you were trying to process all at once. — He rested his forehead against yours, your breathing still uneven as the two of you silently tried to find your rhythm again.
You had never imagined finding yourself in a situation like this.
That didn’t mean you disliked it or that you had anything to complain about. — You had allowed yourself this moment; you had let him kiss you, let him touch you and part of you wanted more. — Jungkook had spoiled you already, and that wasn’t your fault.
He took your hand, his fingertips tracing slow circles across your palm before lacing his fingers through yours. The contrast in the size of your hands was impossible not to admire. A shiver ran through you, catching you completely off guard.
The closeness between the two of you felt so new — almost too new — and strangely unfamiliar. At the same time, it felt like something that should have happened a long, long time ago.
Of course, despite the small hesitations on both sides, your steps naturally carried you farther into your home. Whatever was about to happen didn’t belong out in the open or where your privacy could be invaded.
Without paying attention to where he was going, Jungkook kissed you again with unmistakable urgency. He felt addicted to your lips, to the taste of your mouth, as though he were committing the most beautiful of sins. He kissed you with longing and hunger. Shrugging off his leather jacket, he let it fall to the floor as if it hadn’t cost a fortune, then slipped off his shoes.
His hands never left your body; for the oldest, it was simply impossible to let go of you.
“Jungkook, fuck it…” — You mumbled between the wet kisses, the kind that created an unpleasant mixture of shared breaths and saliva, trying to scold him. He was desperate, completely out of control, and could only understand his own desire; you couldn’t really blame him, he had dreamed of this. — “Ggkie…!” — Jungkook liked that nickname and had never hidden it; it had been a long time since the last time he heard it. It wasn’t difficult to notice the way his lips curved into a quick smile as he whispered, “my beautiful”.
The leather belt joined the other pieces and accessories from the clothes Jungkook had discarded on the floor; he liked practicality, simple and straightforward. It was enough for the moment, he needed to breathe and keep himself composed, or at least try to. Jungkook’s large, tattooed hands grabbed your thighs before giving them a small tap and signaling for you to make a little jump, and not that it was difficult, of course, he lifted you onto his lap; your legs wrapped around his waist, fitting perfectly against him. Through the thin, delicate fabric of the shorts you were wearing, you could feel his arousal. It didn’t bother you, not even a little, but it sent a few sensations through your body and made you crave more closeness.
You could actually stain, wet the tip of Jungkook’s pants; the thought itself managed to fascinate you. It was bizarre.
“Please…” — He breathed, biting his lip as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, completely overwhelmed by the moment. Jungkook felt almost ridiculous, like a teenager experiencing something for the first time, and he knew it. — “Don’t tell me your bedroom is too far away.” — His words came out quickly; he didn’t have the patience for anything beyond what was necessary.
Shaking your head, you guided him toward the room while he carried you, his steps following your directions.
Thinking about it, he had never been inside your home before; this would be his first impression. Even though he had seen and liked some of the photos you had taken in different parts of the house, that didn’t really count. — There was a first impression for everything.
Jungkook’s somewhat blind, heavy, and clumsy steps led him to the room he was looking for. He would have liked to admire your room, to take in every detail; perhaps, in the future, he might have the chance to see it more leisurely and with your permission. — The tattooed man laid you down on your bed, hovering over your body; Jungkook’s lips moved away from yours, etting them rest, given the visible swelling and redness and trailed down your neck. Licks, light sucks, and bites, which took her by surprise, were left upon your skin; you was no fool and realized that Jungkook wanted to leave marks on you. — Not to mention the older one’s leg moving between your thighs, specifically, his knee making contact with your intimate area, covered only by your shorts; the movements were light, slow, and torturous for you.
Every moan disguised as a sigh brought a wicked smile from Jungkook's lips.
"I used to dream about this, you know?" — He murmured, his voice hoarse and tinged with a hint of desperation; it was dry. Jungkook swallowed hard. — "Fuck, i dreamed about it so damn much…"— He didn't lie, there was anger and truth in his words; there should be shame, but he didn't know the feeling.
That didn't mean he didn't feel the courage to tell you all the things he'd ever thought about doing to you or about you.
His hands slid down to the hem of your shirt, signaling you intent to take it off and do exactly what he wanted. Since you was at home, there was no need to wear a bra or anything of the sort, it was a feeling of freedom; well, Jeon was certainly grateful for that. — He swore he noticed a trivial smile on the man's lips, similar to someone receiving a gift.— Jungkook's face moved away from yours, leaning down to the level of your breasts and it wasn't long before his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. He was sucking it hard, he was hungry, he wanted to taste it; Jungkook always paid extra attention to boobs, he didn't want to consider it an obsession, even if it seemed like it.— His tongue flicked against the sensitive tip of your nipple, the wet, incredibly loud sounds echoing through the bedroom; you knew your panties were soaked, and you could have come from that alone.
Fuck, you could cum — easily — with Jungkook sucking on your tits.
You didn't even notice that, with his hands free, Jungkook gripped the waistband of your shorts, along with your panties, and wasted no time pulling them down to the middle of your thighs; it was only temporary, as he was soon going to toss that garment onto the damn floor. Jungkook kept kissing your nipple, his chin slick with saliva, while you were delirious with pleasure, running your fingers through his dark hair; a silent plea for more. It was something you had always dreamed of.
With quick, practiced movements, the middle and ring fingers of the bastard’s left hand parted your pussy, making sure to touch the entrance, which was already soaking wet. He teased the idea of penetration, pressing just the thick tip of his middle finger against the opening and sending a spasm through your body. — It had been quite a while since you’d had sex; you couldn't even quite recall the last time but you were certainly grateful for the state you were in now. — Jungkook’s finger slid in easily; you were well-lubricated, and even with your nipple in his mouth, Jeon was salivating.
"Uhuh…" — He grunted, tugging at your nipple before releasing it with a wet, dirty snap, then licked and played with the sensitive, saliva-soaked tip; — "You were really waiting for this, weren't you?" — He wanted to wring that confession out of you, even though he was in no position to judge right now. You had always wanted him, always. Jungkook bit his lip, unable to suppress the smile forming; his face was flushed, matching the color of your own lips, lips you had bitten yourself. — "My beautiful girl." — He kissed the swell of your tits. — "Come on, lift up a little…" — He gripped your thighs to steady you, and you obeyed, making room for him on the bed as your head rested against the headboard.
As intended, he removed your shorts and panties and tossed them aside, not caring where they landed. Jungkook left you completely naked, at the mercy of his presence. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of shyness — not in a negative or derogatory sense — before the man you had been in love with since your teenage years. Your legs drew inward slightly, your knees touching for a brief moment.
"Don't be shy, princess." — He whispered sweetly as he moved closer to your thighs. Jungkook’s gaze was affectionate yet tinged with desire and lust; he locked onto you effortlessly, without even trying. — "That doesn't suit you." — He clicked his tongue, parting your thighs and letting his eyes drift down to the wet sheen of your pussy. — "That’s not the girl i know."
You would like to hate this man.
"Remember we haven't seen each other in years." — You summoned the strength and the sheer will to try and counter his remark; you were right was true and very obvious. Jungkook laughed, at the same time, trailing short kisses down your inner thigh. You always had some answer on the tip of your tongue, the difference is that, in the past, you would struggle to try to talk, finish a bold sentence for whoever was provoking you.
"Of course, Aegi."
In that very instant — or rather, mere seconds later — Jungkook’s head was nestled comfortably between your thighs. You could have smothered him, and for Jeon, that would have been a dream come true. The tattooed man’s lips, accentuated by his piercing, and his tongue roamed over your pussy with an animalistic hunger, sucking your clitoris firmly but without excess or any hint of brutality. Jungkook reveled in the taste, kissing your pussy; it was filthy, delicious, and uninhibited. At times, he would suck on one of your folds, give it a gentle tug, and let it snap back with a loud pop. His tongue continued its up-and-down movements, grazing your opening.
You had goosebumps; waves of heat and tiny electric shocks rippled through you, it was surreal. You knew you weren't being dramatic or exaggerating, yet you felt on the verge of unraveling. Electric tingles shivered across your stomach and deep within your core, while your breasts ached with arousal, pure, unadulterated desire; seeking relief or attempting t you squeezed your still-damp, hypersensitive nipples with your fingers. Then, you felt your clitoris being gently sucked and tugged.
"Ngh,. Jungkook!" — You pressed the handsome young man's head between your legs; he felt the pressure you were exerting, yet made no move to stop it. Jungkook was kissing your pussy ravenously, as if he hadn't tasted it in years, driven by a hunger he wanted to satisfy; it seemed as though he wanted to devour you whole. — "Just like that, please…!" — Jungkook’s ears burned hot and red, flushed by the sound of your moans and the way you spoke his name, always with a soft, whimpering plea at the end as you called out for him.
"So delicious." — He growled between licks and quick sucks; even the tip of his nose was smeared with saliva and your juices. Jungkook found himself addicted even to your scent. — "Oh, princess…" — A laugh rumbled in his chest as he sucked your clitoris. — "You're going to let me eat you again, aren't you?" — Yes, yes, of course. Of course you’d let him.
In your desperation, you couldn't string together a coherent sentence; you could only utter Jungkook’s name, the one thing filling your mind and the only thing you could say out loud. Deep down, you wanted to match the filthy words he was directing at you, but you lacked the breath and the experience for it; still, you agreed with everything. Jungkook could do whatever he wanted with you.
He didn't use his fingers at all —even though he wanted to like hell — because, of his own accord, Jungkook wanted and preferred to eat your pussy. Using only his mouth and tongue seemed more fitting for an apology, too. Suddenly, he felt his scalp heat up and sting from a sharp tug of your hands, and your hips ground against his face; it was clear you was close to coming in Jungkook's mouth. Your body was trembling, a sensation akin to freezing, and spasms began to set in; your mouth gave voice to moans and the name of your brother's best friend.
You came in Jungkook's mouth.
Jungkook’s chin, lips, and nose were wet and likely glistening in the room's dim light and the angle at which he was positioned. He inhaled deeply to catch your scent. Without hesitation, he ran his tongue in one long, continuous stroke across your pussy and sucked on your clitoris once more; you nearly kicked him, involuntary spasms were to blame. Even though you couldn't see his face clearly, you knew you were smeared all over that damn man’s face. Naturally, he would be licking his lips to savor every last drop.
It all happened so fast. — In truth, you were in a daze; you hadn't fully regained your energy. — Jungkook was shirtless, revealing the countless tattoos scattered across his arm; one colorful design looked like a painting that extended up to the start of his shoulder, he had covered up some of his other tattoos with that specific one. You longed to touch them, to trace them with your fingers. He had also stripped off his pants and underwear; it was a level playing field now. — How the hell had he taken them off so quickly?
"I don't have any, ah.." — Jungkook murmured with a little shyness in his voice. Over your body, he distributed kisses on your neck, a few quick licks and you felt like you were in heaven, you knew you deserved it. — ".,no condom, i didn't know that.." — He hadn't known you two would end up having sex after the apology.
Shit, you felt the hardness, in addition to the weight, and pulse of Jungkook's cock passing, lightly, into your pussy; specifically, his glans scraping his folds. He was so big, not to mention thick; it was ridiculous to try to compare it with your casual affairs.
"Don't worry," — You soothed the oldest. You would take the pill, but you really should have accepted the box of condoms Juria wanted to buy for you; damn it all. — "Ggkie." — Your lips fit on Jungkook's lips, you were addicted to his mouth. You liked the way he caressed your tongue with his; it was similar to licking a lollipop. Your tongue was sucked, and you could moan with it.
As he kissed you, Jungkook penetrated you slowly and carefully. — He knew you weren't a virgin, thanks to a conversation he’d had with Juria while waiting for your brother to go out, and he couldn't deny the pang of jealousy and curiosity that had pierced his chest. — Every inch slid inside you little by little; it was a maddening, exquisite torture that left you craving more. The burning sensation was undeniable yet bearable, and you could feel every ridge grazing your warm, yielding walls; wet, squelching sounds echoed from where you were being filled. Your walls heated his cock and pulsed around it as Jungkook moved his hips, thrusting deeper into you.
At times, your teeth clashed against Jungkook’s lips—and his against yours, too. It was a desperate kind of kissing. You felt so small; his large, sturdy frame loomed over you, while your hands roamed over his muscular, tattooed arms, leaving faint scratch marks on his skin. — Damn, he was huge; in every sense. — You dug your fingernails into his shoulders, feeling him shift the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Are you going to take a piece out of me, sweetie?" — The false pity, compassion for himself, was easy to detect in Jungkook's voice. His wounds were stinging as the sweat mingled with them, yet he wouldn't dare complain or ask you to stop.
In response, your moans were a gift to Jungkook’s ears; his name escaped your lips amidst gasps and ragged breaths. Your furrowed brows and closed eyes betrayed the pleasure washing over you. You could feel his thick, prominent head striking that special spot inside you so deliciously, it was utterly delightful, magical. — That wet sound, so visceral, yet so pleasurable, echoed between your bodies, filling the room.
Shit, Jungkook growled, slamming his hips against yours with greater force.
"You can handle it, sweetheart." — Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, brushing his nose against yours and your cheeks; he was sweet. He always had been with you. — With every thrust, Jungkook’s cock stretched you further, settling deep into your warm, yielding walls. — "Like that…"
Jungkook’s hands, gripping your thighs, spread your legs a little wider to create new space, allowing for deeper thrusts that drove you to the brink of madness. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against your skin, keeping rhythm with the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies colliding. Your legs trembled and quivered around Jungkook, and you moaned wildly for him as a sensation of burning, tingling, and fluttering heat rose in your stomach. — It was obvious. — Jungkook groaned and growled as he realized it, continuing his thrusts without breaking the rhythm, whispering a mix of sweet nothings and filthy talk laced with profanity.
So, you came. — Your body kept trembling; you felt cold and hot at the same time; not to mention the few small tears that threatened to fall and eventually did, wetting your cheek. Jungkook’s name escaped your lips in a low, almost inaudible murmur, yet he heard it. — The older kept moving his hips, maintaining the same rhythm, fighting against the way your walls tightened around and vibrated against his cock.
"Gongjunim," — Jungkook murmured as he kissed you completely clumsily, sucking on your lips and tongue. — "You're so good to me." — He bit your chin, chuckling mischievously; his low growl vibrated through your body. — "You always have been, haven't you?"
Jeon’s breathing grew ragged, and his moans, along with the force and speed of his hips, seemed to burn against your senses; the sound of the headboard banging might have embarrassed you, had you cared. Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours again, keeping his eyes open to admire you despite his blurred, hazy vision; he looked wild, yet godlike. Amidst those final hip thrusts, and driving deeper with satisfaction, Jungkook came inside you, filling you completely with his seed.
Even after a short while, roughly two minutes and a few seconds, Jungkook remained inside you; he could feel your pussy tightening around him at times, and he loved the sensation. — He was heated; who could blame him? — All the while, he kissed and caressed you with tenderness and affection. Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of Jungkook’s kisses against your skin and the rhythm of your breathing.
"It's funny…" — Your voice was weak and a bit dry; you might look for water in a moment and it caught Jungkook's attention. Those dark, brilliant eyes, looking a little sleepy at the moment, gazed at you with curiosity.
"What?" — He asked, planting a lingering kiss on your forehead.
"…that i spent years trying to forget you…" — Your words came out as a whisper, something secret. — "…and it took just a few minutes to ruin all my pitiful effort."
Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile, making his piercing glint in the dim light; it was a pleasant, affectionate, and genuine smile. The classic smile that always greeted you whenever he saw you. It was an adorable and slightly peculiar confession in Jungkook's eyes; he chuckled at the words and pressed his lips to the tip of your nose.
synopsis: After one intense session with the infamous Jeon Jungkook, your intimacy problems with Soobin haven’t disappeared— they’ve only grown more frustrating. The memory of Jungkook’s hands, his voice, and the way he ruined you so effortlessly refuses to fade. Desperate for the kind of pleasure you now crave, you make a decision: you’ll go back to him. This time, you’re going alone.
warnings: THIS IS A TEASER: you can find the rest of this exclusive part 2 on my patreon under the 'ARMY' tier linked here, smut mdni, orgasm to the thought of someone else, mention of a toy, bondage (jungkook ties her hands with his tie), ass slapping, praise kink, oral (m. rec), coming in your mouth, cumplay, creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, face fucking, he calls her a whore and a slut, cheating?, reader has sex with soobin in the beginning, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, ass slapping, dry humping, ass grabbing, rough sex, hair pulling, slapping, tit slapping, pussy slapping, face slapping, so much slapping, this is dirty asf.
✶﹐word count: 12k | patreon | kofi | part one
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You straddled Soobin’s hips, your palms planted firmly on his chest as you bounced steadily up and down his cock. The wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting filled the quiet bedroom, skin against skin, the faint creak of the mattress beneath you. His length filled you with every downward drop, stretching you just enough to feel good, but not enough to make your toes curl the way you desperately needed.
Soobin’s head was tipped back against the pillows, lips parted, soft, breathy moans spilling from his mouth with every roll of your hips. His hands gripped your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to match your rhythm, rutting up into you in awkward, uneven thrusts. It wasn’t bad. It felt… nice, you suppose. Warm and familiar. The kind of comfortable pleasure that used to be enough. But tonight, as you sank down onto him again, taking him to the hilt, your mind betrayed you.
With only Jungkook on it. The memory hit you like a spark against dry tinder. The way he had gripped your hips with bruising strength, yanking you down onto his thick cock like he owned your body. How deep he had reached inside you, stretching you so perfectly it bordered on pain and pleasure at the same time. The filthy, wet sounds he’d drawn from your dripping pussy while he fucked you stupid— with relentless confidence that was devastating. You could still feel the ghost of his hands, the way his hips had snapped against your ass, the way he’d growled praises and filth in that low, velvet voice while Soobin watched.
A shiver ran down your spine. Your walls fluttered involuntarily around Soobin’s cock at the thought, and he groaned louder beneath you, mistaking it for your pleasure.
“Fuck, baby… you feel so good,” Soobin panted, his voice strained with arousal. His hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts before his fingers found your nipples. He pinched them, too hard, too suddenly, causing a sharp jolt of discomfort to cut through the building heat. You winced, instinctively grabbing his wrists and guiding his hands back down to your waist.
“Gentler,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice soft, not wanting to kill the mood. “They’re sensitive tonight.”
Soobin’s eyes fluttered open, a flash of guilt crossing his flushed face. “Shit— sorry,” he breathed, immediately loosening his touch. His thumbs brushed over your nipples in careful, apologetic circles. “Like this?”
You nodded, offering him a small smile before you stopped bouncing. Instead, you began to rock your hips in slow, deliberate grinds, rolling forward and back so his cock rubbed against different angles inside you. The new motion created a steadier friction against your front wall, and you let out a shaky breath, chasing it. Soobin’s hands returned to your ass, squeezing more gently this time as he moaned beneath you, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice thick with adoration. “Riding me so well… I love watching you take all of me.” His hips continued their slightly clumsy upward thrusts, trying to meet your grinding rhythm, but it still felt just a little off. It was too gentle and too uncoordinated compared to the brutal, precise way Jungkook had used your body.
You brought one hand down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit. The added stimulation made your breath hitch. You rubbed tight, fast circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves while continuing to grind down on Soobin’s cock, your hips moving in messy, desperate little circles. Pleasure sparked brighter now, warm and tingling, but it still wasn’t enough. Not even close. Your body remembered what it was like to be properly fucked and stretched open, pounded deep, ruined until you were sobbing and squirting around a much thicker cock.
Jungkook’s face flashed behind your closed eyelids again. The way he’d looked down at you while buried to the hilt, dark eyes blazing with lust and control. The way he’d spanked your ass hard enough to sting while ordering you around. The filthy, wet sounds. The way he’d filled you with his cum so deep you could still feel it days later.
A quiet, needy whimper slipped from your lips. Your fingers moved faster on your clit, pressing harder as you rocked more insistently on Soobin’s length. He moaned louder in response, hands kneading your ass encouragingly.
“That’s it, baby… keep going. You’re getting so wet,” he praised, voice trembling with his own building pleasure. “Fuck, I’m so close already…”
You bit your lip, eyes squeezed shut as you chased the edge that felt just out of reach. The pleasure was there— simmering, growing— but it lacked the overwhelming intensity you now craved. Every grind, every circle of your fingers brought you closer, but the memory of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, his tongue fucking your ass, his hands owning every inch of your body, kept pulling you deeper into dangerous thoughts.
You needed more.
You kept grinding on Soobin’s cock for a few more moments, hips rolling in messy circles as your fingers worked frantically over your clit. The pleasure built in shallow waves, warm and pleasant, but never cresting into the overwhelming bliss you craved. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, mixing with the growing ache between your thighs. No matter how you moved, how hard you rubbed, it wasn’t enough. The memory of Jungkook’s brutal thrusts kept flashing behind your eyes, making your walls clench around Soobin’s length in involuntary pulses.
With a quiet, dissatisfied sound, you suddenly lifted yourself off him completely. His cock slipped out of your soaked pussy with a wet sound, slapping against his stomach. Soobin let out a deep, surprised groan, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips as if to pull you back down.
“Baby… what’s wrong?” he panted, voice thick with confusion and lingering arousal. His chest heaved, eyes wide and glassy as he looked up at you. “Did I do something wrong?”
You shook your head quickly, trying to keep your expression soft even as impatience flickered through you. “Nothing’s wrong,” you murmured, already shifting on the bed. “I just… I want it from behind. Please.”
Soobin blinked, then nodded eagerly, his flushed face lighting up with renewed enthusiasm. “Yeah— okay. Whatever you want.” He sat up as you flipped yourself over, getting onto your hands and knees on the mattress. You arched your back deeply, pushing your ass toward him in invitation. The cool air kissed your dripping folds, making you shiver with anticipation.
Soobin moved behind you, his hands tentative as they settled on your hips. He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your slickness a couple of times before slowly pushing in. The stretch was familiar, comforting even, but once he was fully seated, he started thrusting, it was slow, slightly uncoordinated movements that lacked the power and precision you now knew you needed. His hips rolled against your ass in gentle, almost careful strokes, his hands resting lightly on your waist.
“Faster,” you breathed, pushing back against him. “I need it faster, Soobin.”
He obeyed immediately, picking up the pace. His thrusts grew quicker, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room again. One of his hands lifted and came down in a light smack against your ass cheek, more playful than anything else. It didn’t sting the way you wanted it to. It felt awkward, almost hesitant, and you had to bite back a sigh of frustration.
“Rougher,” you urged, voice edging toward desperate. “Grab my hair. Be rough with me.”
Soobin’s rhythm faltered for a second. “Are you sure?” he asked, breath shaky. “I don’t want to hurt you—”
You huffed, annoyance flashing hot through your chest. Turning your head slightly, you looked back at him with a mix of need and impatience. “Yes, I’m sure. Just fuck me hard, Soobin. Please.”
He swallowed visibly, then tried. His grip on your hips tightened, and he began thrusting harder, faster, snapping his hips against your ass with more force. One hand tangled awkwardly in your hair, pulling just enough to make your head tilt back. The new intensity helped a little, with the deeper angle, the sharper sounds of your bodies colliding, but it still wasn’t enough. His thrusts were eager but lacked the raw, dominating power that had left you sobbing and squirting. You needed to be used, claimed and ruined.
You slid one hand underneath your body, fingers finding your swollen, aching clit once more. Closing your eyes tightly, you let your mind drift fully to Jungkook. The image flooded in instantly: his tattooed hands bruising your hips as he yanked you back onto his thick cock, the way he’d growled filthy praises while pounding you senseless, how he’d eaten your ass like a man possessed before fucking you even harder. You remembered the devastating stretch of him, the way he’d made you scream his name, the hot flood of his cum deep inside you.
Your fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles on your clit as you pushed back to meet Soobin’s thrusts, imagining it was Jungkook behind you instead. The fantasy made everything sharper, hotter. Pleasure coiled tighter in your belly, finally building toward that elusive peak.
Soobin moaned loudly behind you, his voice breathy and whiny. “Fuck, baby… do you like it like this? You’re so tight, ahh, shit, you feel so good…” His hand in your hair tugged a little harder, but the praise came out sounding almost needy rather than commanding.
You nodded frantically against the mattress, not trusting your voice. Yes. But not like this. Not you. In your mind, it was Jungkook’s deep, velvet voice growling those words. Jungkook’s massive cock splitting you open. Jungkook’s hand fisting your hair while he railed you into oblivion.
The fantasy pushed you over the edge.
Your orgasm crashed through you suddenly, intense but still somehow incomplete. A broken moan tore from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around Soobin’s cock, your fingers still rubbing desperate circles over your clit. Waves of pleasure rippled through your body, making your arms tremble and your back arch deeper. You buried your face in the sheets to muffle the sounds, riding it out while Jungkook’s name echoed silently in your head.
The feeling of you coming around him triggered Soobin’s release almost instantly. He let out a string of high, whiny moans that grated against your post-orgasm haze. The soft, almost whimpering sounds that felt jarringly different from the deep, guttural groans you’d heard from Jungkook. “Fuck— I’m cumming, baby— ahh, fuck…” His hips stuttered erratically as he spilled inside you, warm pulses filling your pussy while he trembled behind you.
You stayed quiet, biting your lip as irritation flickered through the lingering pleasure. His moans sounded too soft, too vulnerable, and way too fucking whiny in comparison to what your body now craved. Soobin finally pulled out slowly, a trickle of his cum leaking down your thigh. He flopped onto the bed beside you with a satisfied sigh, reaching out to pull you into his arms.
You let him, curling against his chest even as your mind continued to drift dangerously toward the man who had shown you exactly what you’d been missing.
One week had passed since that frustrating night when you’d ridden Soobin and then begged him to take you from behind, only to end up chasing Jungkook’s ghost in your mind just to tip over the edge. In the days that followed, the dissatisfaction had only deepened, settling into your bones like a persistent ache that refused to fade. You and Soobin had sex two more times, once in the shower after a long day, and once late at night after a movie when the mood felt right but both encounters had left you even more hollow than before.
The shower sex had started with slippery kisses and wandering hands, but it quickly fell into the same familiar rhythm. Soobin pressed you against the tiled wall, entering you from behind with slow, careful thrusts while the water cascaded over your bodies. His hands were gentle on your hips, his moans soft and appreciative, but the angle felt off, his pace too steady and predictable. You tried to arch your back, to push back against him harder, whispering for him to go deeper, faster, but his responses were hesitant— they were sweet and loving, but lacking the raw intensity that made your body sing.
You’d ended up faking the last few moans, finishing yourself off with your fingers under the spray while he kissed your shoulder and told you how much he loved you. The warmth of the water couldn’t wash away the growing frustration.
The second time, two nights ago, had been even worse. You’d been on top again, desperate to make it work, grinding and bouncing with more energy than you felt. Soobin had moaned beautifully beneath you, his hands roaming your body, praising how tight and wet you were, but it all felt mechanical. Even when he tried to thrust up harder, even when you guided his hand to your clit, the pleasure remained surface-level, it was of course, pleasant enough to build a small spark, but nowhere near the firestorm Jungkook had ignited in that single session.
Afterward, as Soobin pulled you close and drifted off to sleep with a content sigh, you lay awake staring at the ceiling crack, thighs pressed together against the unresolved throb between them. Your vibrator, once a reliable escape, now felt clinical and insufficient. The buzzing toy that used to bring sharp, quick relief only left you more restless, your body craving something else completely.
By the middle of the following week, you were at your wits’ end. The constant undercurrent of dissatisfaction had seeped into every part of your daily life. Work felt distant, conversations with Soobin carried a quiet tension you couldn’t name aloud, and even simple touches from him sent a confusing mix of affection and irritation through you. You loved him— you truly did, but your body had been awakened to a hunger it refused to forget.
Nothing satisfied you anymore. Not the gentle lovemaking, not your own fingers, not the vibrator humming against your clit in the bathroom late at night. The memories of Jungkook’s hands, his mouth, his thick cock stretching and ruining you while Soobin watched, played on an endless loop in your mind, growing more vivid with each passing day.
It was a quiet Thursday afternoon when the decision hit you like a sudden, irresistible pull. Soobin was at work, buried in another long meeting, and the apartment felt too small and way too stifling with the weight of your unspoken needs. You sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, your heart hammering as you stared at your phone. You held the business card, creased but still legible, it had been tucked in your drawer like a guilty secret. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed your keys and bag, slipping on a simple sundress that felt both innocent and dangerously intentional.
The drive across town passed in a haze of nerves and anticipation, your thighs pressing together against the leather seat as memories flooded back unbidden. Every red light gave you too much time to think about how Jungkook had looked at you and how his voice had dropped when he told you exactly what your body needed. It had made you remember just how effortlessly he had made you fall apart.
Your grip tightened on the steering wheel, heat blooming low in your belly despite the guilt twisting in your chest. You told yourself you only wanted to talk. Just a conversation. He was a licensed sex therapist, after all. He could tell you if something was wrong with you, if you were the broken one who could no longer find satisfaction in the man you loved. He could give you advice, exercises, something— anything— to fix this aching void inside you.
By the time you pulled into the parking lot near his private practice, your pulse was racing. You sat in the car for several long minutes, staring at the sleek building through the windshield, rehearsing the words you wanted to say. I just want to talk. Is there something wrong with me? Why can’t I feel satisfied anymore? The memory of his dark eyes and commanding presence made your breath catch, but you forced yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. This was professional. Nothing more, you reminded yourself.
You finally stepped out of the car, the warm afternoon air brushing against your skin as you walked toward the entrance, heart pounding harder with every step. You pushed open the heavy glass door, the cool rush of air-conditioned air brushing against your flushed skin like a gentle reprieve from the warm afternoon outside. The waiting room was quiet and serene, just as you remembered, the soft instrumental music drifting through hidden speakers mixed with the faint, calming scent of sandalwood and clean linen wrapping around you.
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as you stepped inside, clutching the strap of your bag a little tighter for courage. The receptionist behind the sleek front desk looked up with a warm, professional smile, her eyes kind and unsurprised. “Good afternoon,” she greeted smoothly, folding her hands on the desk. “Do you have an appointment today?”
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “I… um, no,” you stuttered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I don’t. I’m sorry for just showing up like this. I was hoping maybe Dr. Jeon had a few minutes? I only wanted to talk.”
The receptionist nodded politely, no judgment in her expression, and picked up the phone on her desk. She dialed quickly, the soft ringtone audible even from where you stood shifting nervously on your feet. You assumed she was calling straight into Jungkook’s office. As it rang, she offered you another small smile, murmuring that he was currently with a patient but she’d check. You nodded mutely, ears straining as someone picked up on the other end. Her voice lowered respectfully as she spoke, mentioning that you were here without an appointment, waiting in the lobby. You couldn’t make out his exact words, only the faint, low timbre of his muffled voice filtering through the receiver, calm and authoritative even from a distance.
After a brief exchange, she nodded once. “Yes, sir.” She hung up the phone with a quiet click and turned back to you, her smile widening just slightly. “You can go on back. He’ll see you now.”
Relief flooded through you so strongly that your knees felt momentarily weak. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been wound up until that moment. Nodding gratefully, you murmured a soft thank you and made your way down the familiar hallway toward his office door, each step echoing your racing pulse. The door was closed, just as it had been last time. You paused outside it for a heartbeat, taking a deep, steadying breath before raising your hand and knocking softly.
“Come in,” came Jungkook’s faint voice from inside.
You turned the handle and pushed the door open, stepping into the elegant, minimalist office. The scene inside made you freeze for a second. Jungkook sat in his large leather chair behind the desk, one long leg crossed casually over the other, a notepad resting on his lap as he scribbled something down with focused, precise strokes of his pen. His black button-down was fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal those intricate tattoos snaking along his forearms. He looked every bit as devastatingly handsome and composed as you remembered.
Across from him, on the couch where you and Soobin had sat last time, was a woman, mid-thirties maybe, dressed sharply but clearly agitated. She fidgeted restlessly, arms crossed tightly over her chest in a defensive huff, her leg bouncing with barely contained irritation. The tension in the room was thick, almost palpable, and you immediately felt like an intruder.
“Oh— hello,” you stuttered, eyes darting between them. “I’m so sorry if I’m interrupting. I can always come back later, or make a proper appointment—”
The woman began to nod vigorously, her lips pursing. “Yes, you are interrupting,” she said sharply, her voice laced with frustration as she shot you a pointed look.
But Jungkook cut her off smoothly, setting his pen down with finality. “She’s just about to leave,” he stated calmly, his dark eyes flicking from you to the woman with quiet authority. There was no room for argument in his tone.
The woman stuttered, clearly caught off guard. “But you haven’t even helped me yet! Last time—”
“I’ve done all I can for you today,” Jungkook interrupted again, his voice firm yet professional, though you caught the subtle edge beneath it. “I can’t help you like last time. It’s time for you to go.”
You weren’t stupid. The implication hung heavy in the air, the way the woman’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger, the way she had been fidgeting and pushing for more. She had clearly come here expecting another “hands-on” session, just like the kind Jungkook had given you and Soobin. But he was shutting it down. Firmly. You felt a strange, awkward twist in your stomach, heat creeping up your neck as you stood there witnessing the exchange.
The woman snatched her purse from the couch with a dramatic huff, shooting Jungkook one last wounded glare before stalking past you toward the door. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she yanked the door open and disappeared down the hallway without another word. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the soft click of the door closing behind her.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, then turned his full attention to you. His dark eyes softened just slightly, though that intense, knowing gaze remained. “Sit down,” he said gently, gesturing toward the couch across from him.
You obeyed without thinking, lowering yourself onto the plush cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you tried to gather your thoughts.
“Where’s Soobin?” Jungkook asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other again. The movement was casual, but the way his eyes traveled slowly over you— taking in your flushed cheeks, the way you sat, the subtle press of your thighs together, felt anything but.
“I… came on a whim,” you admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “He’s at work. I didn’t plan this, I just… needed to talk to someone. To you.”
Jungkook nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. He studied you for a long moment, that small, knowing smirk gradually curving his full lips as he uncrossed and recrossed his legs, leaning forward just enough to close some of the distance between you. His gaze dragged up and down your body once more, a slow, deliberate look, before settling on your eyes.
“What can I help you with?” he asked, voice dropping into that low, velvet tone that sent a shiver racing straight down your spine.
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starring: sex therapist!jungkook x fem!reader synopsis: After one intense session with the infamous Jeon Jungkook, your intimacy problems wi
synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the city’s most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesn’t just offer advice— he shows you exactly how it’s supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.
warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.
✶﹐word count: 10.5k | PART TWO
The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasn’t the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just… fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadn’t. Not even close.
In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.
Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.
“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.
You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.
You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.
Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.
Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.
The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.
All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.
You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.
By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.
Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.
It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.
You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”
Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.
“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”
The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”
Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”
You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.
The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.
You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.
Finally, the door opened.
Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.
He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.
You couldn’t stop staring.
Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.
After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.
His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”
You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.
You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.
Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.
Jungkook listened intently the entire time.
His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.
When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.
“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”
You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”
The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.
You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”
Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.
“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”
Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”
You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”
Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”
Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.
Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”
You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”
Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”
Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.
“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”
He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.
Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”
Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.
“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”
Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.
A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.
“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”
He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.
Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.
Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”
You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.
A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”
His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.
The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.
He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.
“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”
You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.
After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”
With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.
“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”
Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.
After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.
“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”
Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”
“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.
Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.
Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”
You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.
He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.
Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.
You were on cloud nine.
“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.
Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”
Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.
“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.
Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.
You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.
The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.
Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.
You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.
Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”
You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”
Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”
A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”
Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.
He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.
After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.
You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”
Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.
Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.
“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.
Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”
Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.
Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.
Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.
Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”
His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.
Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.
“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”
He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.
The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.
Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.
“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.
You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.
He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.
“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”
You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.
“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”
Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.
Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”
He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.
You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.
Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”
You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.
Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”
You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.
He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.
You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.
Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.
“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.
A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.
You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.
Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.
Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.
Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.
Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.
A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.
“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.
Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.
“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.
Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.
Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”
Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.
“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”
Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.
A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.
Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”
Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.
You were falling apart between them.
“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”
Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”
Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.
The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.
Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”
You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.
The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”
The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.
“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”
Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.
Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”
You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”
Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”
He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.
As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.
Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”
You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.
synopsis: A summer storm leaves you wide awake in bed with Yoongi.
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warnings: mdni, 18+, pwp, bf! Yoongi, f! reader, fools in love, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, drool mentioned, Yoongi big, riding, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected smut, smidge cum eating, mention of edging (m. rec), size difference, etc
WC: 1.8K +
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
You can't breathe; your lungs shudder with the effort, and your head falls back into the pillows just as the thunder rumbles, followed by a flash of lightning outside the window to your left.
It's raining heavily outside, and your entire apartment is covered in a shroud of black because the electricity had gone out two hours ago. You should be asleep like almost everyone else is right now because of it, but instead, you're crying out, clawing at your bedsheets as Yoongi grips your thighs tighter, keeping you still as he groans lowly between your legs.
He's been teasing your sloppy cunt for ages, driving you crazy with his fat tip against your clit, and you're soaking, dripping profusely, pathetically so.
All night he'd been playing with you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your pretty pussy, and you felt stupid. You'd cum on his tongue, his fingers, and, to the delight of him, just on the tip of his plump cock.
You were a mess, sticky with your slick and his gooey precum, and through your glossy eyes, you could just make out his smirk as your cunt quivered in your latest orgasm. Unabashedly, he dragged his fingers through your puffy folds, swirling the gluey cream onto his fingers before popping them into his mouth with a wolfish grin, savoring the way you two tasted together with a hum, and it made your jaw drop.
Your pussy throbbed needily, and another boom of thunder resonated through the room, drowning out your gasps for a moment. "Yoongi - hic - please," You hiccuped, your eyelashes wet with tears as he kept one of your knees up to your chest. His hand was digging into your soft flesh as he rolled his hips forward slowly, languidly dragging his shaft through your swollen folds again.
You watch him pretend to think about it, his eyebrows furrowing as he glides his hefty cock through your sodden slit, and his mouth feels dry with the way you whine from the back of your throat. Your cunt's frothed with the mixture of his creamy seed and your cum, and it's hypnotizing watching it seep down to your ass and onto the bed underneath you. Still, he's got enough restraint to move his tongue that was stuck stupidly to the roof of his mouth to rasp out a, "you- hah - you think you can take all of me now, pretty?"
It was no secret that Yoongi was big, the biggest. He was thick and plump in girth with a curve that made your mouth salivate, and you'd been begging for him to let you feel it, all of it, but the most Yoongi ever did was give you his tip, letting your entrance stretch taut around the rotund, globular head. It was deliriously delicious, the sting of just that, and the way he'd edge himself in and out, in and out, until you shook underneath him, cumming with a blubbering cry. He'd coo, praising you while circling fat and slow swirls on your pulsing clit with his thumb, but you wanted more.
"More? You're telling me you want more, Baby." Fuck, you didn't know you said that out loud, but Yoongi's dark eyes lowered, and before you could blink, he had you switching positions, forcing your quivering legs to straddle his hips as your cute cunt hovered over his plump tip. "Show me how much more you want."
And you can't help yourself - the invitation too enticing as your fingers dig into his chest, your hips swivel, tilting down, down, down. Your chest heaves, your glossy lips part, and Yoongi gets a front row seat to the lewd expression as your eyes roll back at the feeling of sinking your pretty cunt down his cock inch by mouth-watering inch.
You only get half-way before Yoongi's hips are lifting, rocking up and down in taunting rolls, leaving your ears ringing as he moves underneath you. "Y'know you're not gonna fit it all, if you don't relax - c'mon, Baby, thought you wanted more?" He accompanies each word with an addictive thump, thumping open your gummy walls, bullying his cock in deeper, and your head lolls backwards from the stretch.
"I'm - Oh! Oh!" You're hiccuping out a sob. This was ridiculous; he was so thick and long you couldn't think, you couldn't breathe. And that's exactly how Yoongi liked you: feverish, needy, and cockdrunk. You're barely able to take it, alternating between dragging your drooling cunt up and then back down, swallowing a bit more of his length with each filthy slurp of your pretty pussy and swiveling your hips to feel the way his tip stirred your insides, stretching you wide open.
Yoongi is barely any better than how you feel. His dark eyebrows are knitting together like he was in pain, his hooded eyes zeroed in on the way your pussy was stretched around him, taking him so slowly up and down. You feel so good, snugly wrapped around him; he feels like he might pass out, but he knows you can take more of him, and he says as much. "C'mon, c'mon, Baby - that's it, doin' so good for me. You feel so good." The smile he gives you is dazzling, almost making you lose your footing, and your velvety walls squeeze him tighter in response. "You like that, huh? That's what you've been beggin' for, right? Too be filled, stuffed to the brim?"
Clearly, you're not the only one feeling cotton fill inside your head. Yoongi's eyes are shiny, glossy like the slick that drips down his shaft that's not inside you, and he moves his hand to your mound, displaying his fingers over your body as his thumb finds your clit. He thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing swift circles, and your pussy weeps in pleasure.
"Wait! Yoon- Yoongi!" Each completed swab has you sinking lower, and your hands scramble to press against his chest.
"No, no, don't run - Don't get shy now." His hands grab your waist, keeping your shivering hips still before pulling you down at the same time he pushes his hips up. He doesn't stop until your pretty ass meets his hips, and the tip of his cock knocks into the back of your cunt, stuffing you to the brim.
Your gummy walls spasm around his length, massaging the zig-zag veins that run down his shaft, and you're absolutely ruined in the best way possible.
Your jaw hangs, your eyes cross, and your hands mindlessly map down Yoongi's chest, trying to find an anchor to keep you steady as Yoongi gives you barely a moment to adjust. "Oh! You're so big!" You slur stupidly, and Yoongi's vision swims from the fact that you look so far gone off of him, and the fact that your pussy's taken him all the way down to the hilt. His heavy balls press against your ass as proof, and you twitch adorably on top of him.
Your weepy cunt gives a shuddering pulse, and both Yoongi and you moan as your thighs tremble to pick yourself up. Your pussy slurps lewdly, sucking him tightly until he's about half-way out before you thwack your hips back down, stuffing yourself silly and making both of you gasp as his swollen cock bumps filthily into the back of your cunt, marking it with a few wads of his gooey precum.
You were so fucking pretty, swiveling your hips up and down in such a cadence, mindlessly fucking yourself onto his cock. Yoongi's jaw unlocks into a rambling stupor. He's full of praise, his tongue wetting his dry lips as his swirling dark eyes are fixated on you, your pretty pussy that was molding to his cock, your tits bouncing with each smack, and your fucked-out expression.
"That's it, take what you want - you're so beautiful - fuck! Just like that- you're milking my entire fuckin' cock, Baby."
You're gorgeous, and Yoongi's ears roar with his own heartbeat, drowning out the storm outside as he pulls you down for a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks over yours, swallowing your wrecked moans, and his arms wrap around your back, keeping you tucked into his chest.
He takes over control, locking you into the kiss as his feet plant onto the bed, and his hips buck up meanly to fill you deeper. The new angle has his curved cock punching out noises even you didn't know you could make, and you're pinned, taking each whack of his hips upwards as he sucks on your bottom lip, pussydrunk.
The familiar pooling of heat in your abdomen grows hotter with each thud of his hefty cock drilling into your sopping core, and you're unable to stop the drool that forms at the corner of your lip. You're gonna cum, and both of you know it because you're squeezing the life out of him. Your silky walls are throbbing in addictive pulses, making Yoongi pick up the pace.
"You gonna cum again, Pretty?" He rasps, and your whines hiccup pathetically. Your arms are pinned between you and his chest as he keeps his arms wrapped around your back, so you're left to nod dumbly in response. "What does that make it? Four? Heh, four orgasms to get you stuffed with my cock just how you wanted. Fuck, you did so good for me, and now I want to feel ya cum for me one more time, Pretty."
Yoongi's praise caressed over you, and like your body was waiting for it, your orgasm washed over you like a strike of lightning. Your vision whitened, your muscles tensed, and your moan resonated over the rumble of thunder outside your window.
You gushed with your mouth open in a silent scream, squeezing Yoongi's cock in waves that had him stuttering in tempo. "That's it, let it all out for me." He praised, and you rolled your hips back to meet each one of his nasty thrusts in response. He fucked you through your high, kneading your hips and ass before it was his turn to fall off the deep end.
When he came, he held you close, keeping you stuffed to the brim as his head fell back into the pillows with a low groan. His cock twitched, spilling his seed deep inside your quivering pussy, and your lips kissed along his collarbone as your clock on your bedside flashed 00:00; the electricity was back on.
You felt boneless as Yoongi, and you tried to regulate your breathing, and it was then that you noticed the thunder had stopped, leaving a soft rain in its wake. "C'mon, my love, let's take a shower, hmm?" Yoongi's voice was soft as he danced his fingers down your back, and your cheeks flushed as you tilted your head up to meet his eyes.
"I think you might need to carry me," You confessed, and Yoongi's grin was nothing but amused as he smirked at you.
"Yeah? Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
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( 𝓘𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 ) 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ nsfw +++ mdni. no matter how embarrassing your deepest desires might be, your lovely boyfriend will always gladly let you take a seat in your fantasy... even if it means letting you ride his abs right there on the couch.
sitting on the edge of the sofa, you couldn't help but stare at your lap. your fingers tangled nervously in the hem of your shirt, your breathing just a little too shallow, and of course, HOSEOK noticed.
he was currently sprawled next to you, completely shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of loose black shorts because he was allowed to do whatever he wanted in his own home. but looking at the sculpted planes of his chest, the sharp line of his collarbones, the effortless way he exuded warmth, is when it suddenly hit you. how did i actually manage to bag someone like him? what did it even mean that jung hoseok, a global superstar and literal sunshine personified, was your boyfriend?
"baby," he murmured, his deep voice pulling you out of your trance. he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over your cheek as you pointedly avoided his eyes. "you’re playing with your hands. you only do that when you have something on your mind. you know you can share anything and everything with me, right?"
"it's nothing, hobi," you whispered, face heating up.
"your heart is beating like crazy, though." he let out a low chuckle, reaching out to gently capture your wrists to stop your fidgeting, "tell you what... if you don't tell me in the next three seconds, i'm going to have to tickle it out of you. one... two..."
"i want to try something new!" you blurted out, the words rushing out in a desperate gasp. "i..." you squeezed your eyes shut, your cheeks burning. "i want to ride your abs."
hoseok froze, and his slightly shocked face was priceless. he took a step back mentally, blinking once, then twice. the man looked down at his own toned stomach, then back up at your red-hot face. slowly, a lazy and incredibly smug smirk spread across his lips.
“oh… oh, okay. we’re doing that tonight.”
without another word, he slid backward on the couch, spreading his long arms across the back of the cushions like a king settling onto his throne. his eyes tracked your every move as you hesitantly crawled onto his lap, sliding forward, lowering your soaked pussy directly onto his carved stomach.
you let out a soft gasp at the contact, your thighs trembling as you begin to grind. it was slow, the heat of your wet folds rubbing directly against the defined ridges of his abdomen. your boyfriend let out a low grunt, flexing beneath you, as the sudden pressure made a whimper tear from your throat.
"princess... you’re so wet i can hear it."
you groaned, your head rolling back. through your half-closed eyes, you watched the way your own slick was beginning to coat his golden skin, shining under the dim living room lights. his thick cock was throbbing just inches below you, but his abs were driving you absolutely insane.
"you’re getting off on my fucking stomach right now," hoseok rasped, his hand coming up to grip your hip, guiding your rhythm. "that’s the hottest shit i’ve ever seen."
"h-hobi..." you whined his name, closing your eyes tight as you rolled your hips up and down, the sensation of his flexing muscles pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“keep going, baby,” his thumb caressing your hip bone. “don’t stop until you come. wanna feel that pretty pussy cum make a mess all over me.”
with a broken cry and completely undone by his voice. he watched you with a proud gaze, squeezing your hip as you shuddered, your walls tightening, and when you cum, he doesn't move. just watches before he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. as you collapsed against his chest, panting and trembling, hoseok wrapped his arms securely around your waist, pulling you close.
"my girl’s got a thing for abs, huh?"
hiding your face in the crook of his neck, a tiny whine slips past your lips as the reality of what you'd just done hits you like a hurricane. you are so incredibly down for this man, so weak for the way he praised you and loved every part of you.
" you did so well, yeah?" hoseok felt you tremble against him. his hands slid down from your hips to grip your thighs, lifting you just enough to align you with the bludge straining against his shorts. "now let's give you the real reward."
saw him on d1 munich, and this man completely bias wrecked me (and not him having the audacity to do the hip thrust move right in front of my face), so i had to write something !
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Your bodyguard is extremely overprotective, strict and cold. When you do decide that you're tired of your limited freedom, and seek someone to help with your sexual needs — He feels threatened and decides to help you with all that you need.
genre – bodyguard au, smut, fluff.
pairing – bodyguard jk x rich, bratty fem reader.
warnings in full chapter – explicit language, over-protective jk (he's basically her shadow), he kinda cock-blocks her, oral (both receiving), jk becomes pussy-whipped, he kinda slurps while eating, he nuts in his pants, man-handling, big dick jk, mentions of masturbation, fingering, titty worship, mentions of jk fucking her tits, creampie, handjob,, mentions of multiple rounds and orgasms, a whole lot of smut tbh, etc
wc – 8k+ (snippet is 2k+)
it's your friend's party on the weekend, and you're currently in one of the most expensive stores in town. you've been here for the past two hours, deciding on the perfect dress. Jungkook's now sitting outside the dressing room, waiting for you to show him the next dress.
it's been seven months of this, of him being your bodyguard. ever since your father had decided that his only daughter needed a big, strong, tatted man to keep her safe, Jungkook has been glued to your side. apparently he's the best in the business, he worked in the special forces, has experience in assassination. he's lethal, he's perfect. you hated it, hated him most of the time. but even so, you have to admit that Jungkook is excellent at his job.
you adjust the straps of the dress you've just slipped on. a skimpy red dress that hugs your curves tightly. you grin at your reflection, the dress is short, showing some cleavage, the back dips low. its so sexy and so perfect. not so perfect for your bodyguard's blood pressure though. and that's what makes it all the better.
"are you ready?" you, pushing the door open.
Jungkook is slouched in the armchair. his legs are spread out, elbows on his knees, hands supporting his face. he doesn't move at first and for a second you think he might've fallen asleep. how silly of you to think so, this man barely sleeps a wink since he's always too concentrated on keeping you safe. he drags his hands down his face and looks up, his eyes start at your feet and ascend upwards– up your legs, your thighs where the dress ends high, up your hips and waist where the dress is cinched. his eyes keep going, eyeing your breasts that are pushed up because of the dress. his jaw clenches and lets out a soft curse.
you give him a bratty smile, the one that always annoys him. "well? it's pretty, isn't it?"
Jungkook leans back in the chair, manspreading even more. he crosses his arms over his chest, causing his strong biceps to flex. he stares, eyeing you up and down.
"it's short." he speaks hoarsely. "too short."
you roll your eyes. "to you, everything is 'too short', 'too tight' or 'too revealing'. can't you just admit that it's nice?"
he stands up from the chair and towers over you. you can't help but let your gaze wander over his handsome features, to his chest where his tattoos peek out. Jungkook steps closer, so close that you smell his scent, it's so strong and masculine. it makes you lick your lips. he reaches down to touch the hem of your dress that sits high up on your thigh.
"you bend down in this and you're gonna flash people." he murmurs.
at the contact, your heart does a little flip. you swat his hand away lightly. "well it's not your job to worry about that. your job is to stand by and look scary, while I live my life how I want to."
his eyes narrow, but you catch the way his tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip. your mind wanders off elsewhere, to very dirty places.
"your father hired me because last time you were at a party, someone spiked your drink. so no, you're too reckless to live your life the way you want to."
you hate that he's right. you hate more that your father trusts Jungkook way more than he trusts you. you weren't a small kid anymore, despite the dangers in the world, you didn't need a bodyguard. you've thrown tantrums about it, but every time your father made it very clear that no matter what, Jungkook would be staying.
so you've endured seven months of it. seven months of having him drive you everywhere, having him stay with you at the club, at parties or events. seven months of him shutting down any guy who gets too close to you. one time, he had thrown you over his shoulder and carried out the club like a sack of potatoes when you continuously infuriated him. your friends watched in awe, wishing to be in your position.
sometimes there were nice moments, moments where he drives you to wherever you want to go, when he holds all your dozens of shopping bags, moments like now where he'd sit through your try on sessions and making him rate your outfits. once you had come out wearing an elegant gown and he came inside the dressing room to adjust some things for you. yeah, he's very hands-on with you sometimes.
you twirl slowly in front of him, wanting him to compliment your attire. "come on. be a little nice. is it nice? scale of one to ten."
Jungkook's gazes wanders over you once more. his throat bobs. "nine." he says, simply.
you raise your eyebrows. " a mere nine?"
"ten if you wear it with a long coat. or at home." he says.
you step closer, invading his personal space, the same way he often invades yours. "hmm, it's a good thing I won't be doing either of those things."
he stares down at you. "guys are gonna see you in that and forget their manners real quick." well Jungkook would never let anything like that happen. he'd never let anyone touch you. he's just saying that in hopes you won't wear the dress. the thought of guys ogling over you pisses him off.
"and you don't?" the question leaves your lips by mistake. you regret it when you see his eyes darken.
he leans more, speaking rough and low, almost teasing you. "I don't forget anything, princess. especially not my boundaries. unlike you."
your heart drops and heat creeps up your neck. you have an idea at what he's hinting at, but just thinking about it makes you want to jump off a building. months back, you had understood that Jungkook was too overprotective and you'd barely be allowed interactions with men. so you could never have anyone to satisfy you the way you craved. the only thing you could do to get a release was to please yourself. one night, whilst doing so in the dark with a vibrator between yours legs, you vividly imagined that it was Jungkook doing it for you. he was the most attractive man you had ever seen and as much as you hated to admit it, you had developed a crush on the brooding man. as you reached your orgasm that night, you had let out moans of his name. when you had come down from the high, your soul nearly left your body. Jungkook was standing by the door, shirtless in his boxers, prepared for bed.
you squealed and stuttered, asking him what's he doing here. due to the moonlight shining in your room, you could see him quite clearly. however you couldn't really decipher the expression on his face, it was blank as usual. he replied, telling you that he thought you were calling him. it was obvious what you were actually doing. you knew that Jungkook knew. perhaps some of your embarrassment eased, because upon glancing at his boxers, his cock looked hard as it stood up, a very obvious boner. it looked so long and big. your sensitive pussy throbbed at that, but the moment was too awkward. you told him to leave.
thankfully, neither of you have ever mentioned that night again. until now, until he's decided to hint at it.
you turn away abruptly, stepping back into the stall and slamming the door behind you. inside, you press your back against the wall and clutch your heart that beats rapidly.
when you emerge, Jungkook is holding your pile of discarded dresses, plus your bags from earlier. he looks so put together, despite the two hours of sitting here like a statue.
"decided?" he asks.
"yep. the red one obviously." you say, knowing it's the one he disapproves of the most.
he nods once then falls into step beside you as you walk toward the register. with his free hand, he places a hand on your lower back, guiding you.
once you're all done, he loads your bags into the backseat as you climb into the passenger seat. he gets into the driver's seat, starts the car and pulls onto the road. after a short moment, he glances at you. "home or you got more ways to waste my time today?"
you glare at him. "you're so annoying."
he hums before continuing the drive home.
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your friend, megan's party is in full swing. everyone's dancing, laughing, drinking. you're dancing with megan and the rest of the girls. you feel great, spending time with your girls, looking sexy in your dress. it almost feels like freedom. almost. every now and then, you look toward the bar area. Jungkook is there, of course. he's perched on a stool, holding a glass of something, just for show. his eyes scan the crowd, the exits and entrances before locking on your figure again. you stuck your tongue out at him once before turning back to dance with your friends.
a couple of girls had tried their luck with Jungkook, beautiful ones intrigued by him. however he barely acknowledged any of them. you had seen some of the interactions, feeling a sense of happiness.
after a long time, you leave your group and head over to Jungkook. without asking, you plant yourself on his lap. it's not weird, since you've done it a few times before. Jungkook doesn't mind it. you loop your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers brushing the back of his neck. one of his large hands settles on your lower back, his thumb caressing just above your ass.
you move your hands to play with his shirt's collar, or to caress his hard chest. you're so close to him that your cleavage is practically in his face, you feel his warm breath fan against you with every breath he takes. for a moment, neither of you speak. he stares at you, wondering what's going on in your pretty head.
"I'm going to the loo real quick." you finally say, "with the girls. we'll be back soon."
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow immediately, his protectiveness surges. "I'm coming with."
you groan and roll your eyes at him. "Jungkook, no. it'd be so weird if you follow a bunch of gurls into the restroom."
"I'll wait outside."
you pout, toying with his shirt buttons. "you're doing too much. seriously. I'll be fine. I've gone to the bathroom by myself millions of times before you existed in my life. just... wait here. please?"
he stares at you for a few seconds. you can see the internal war etched on his features. finally, he sighs reluctantly. "fine, but make it quick."
you beam and hop off his lap. his hand lingers on you for a bit before he drops it away.
"love you for this!" you say before heading toward your friends.
Jungkook watches you go, narrowing his eyes. he doesn't like this – he doesn't like being a part from you, doesn't like the way he let you talk him into staying put.
five minutes pass, then eight, then twelve. he's on edge now, something doesn't feel right. to make his worries even worse, he sees a glimpse of your friends in the crowd again. but there's no sign of you. he gets off the stool, moves through the crowd until he reaches your friends. when the group spots him, their eyes widen. he's the most attractive and alluring man here, so they let their eyes wander over him, appreciating the magnificent sight.
"where she is?" he asks, his voice clipped and urgent.
one of the girls opens her mouth, "she's upstairs with–"
megan elbows her in the ribs, hinting that she should shut up.
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. you're upstairs with someone? he feels a chill run up his spine. he's a fool, he should've known that you were up to something. Jungkook is already weaving through the crowd and walking toward the staircase. he takes about four steps at a time, urgently needing to find you. once upstairs, he sees that there are multiple doors along the hallway. he pushes the first door open, he finds a couple on top of each other, he doesn't bother with closing it. the second door is empty. the third, he finds a group of guys gambling, they give him an annoyed look but Jungkook could not care about anything else this moment. his heart is beating way too fast in his chest. he opens many more doors, finding no sign of you. where the fuck are you?
finally, at the last door, he shoves it open harder than necessary and there you are. you're sitting on a couch with your legs crossed, your dress riding up even more. you're next to a guy who's got his shirt unbuttoned, he's sitting way too close to you, with a hand on your thigh. your faces are inches apart, as if you're about to kiss. but when you register the door being slammed open roughly, you jump and pull away from the guy.
"Jungkook?" your eyes widen, seeing the angry man at the door.
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𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨/⌗: smut, jimins whiny as heck, sub and dom dynamics, hair pulling kink, overstimulation kink maybe (????) unprotected sex, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣!!!!!!!
jimin was wrecked. he had just almost gotten off of his post concert high. his mind was full of you, craving your touch and your smell. but he assumed that he would have to get off his adrenaline himself while you were on your way back to your shared home.
well, he thought wrong.
there you were. waiting for him on the soft hotel sofa all pretty with a bottle of peach flavored soju in your hands.
“oh i didn’t know you were going to be here, i missed you so much y/n” he says while fully embracing your body, keeping a firm grip as if you were going to disappear
“i thought it would be a nice surprise, plus i don’t think i could have lasted any longer with not seeing you and your pretty face” you admitted as you press a quick peck on his cheek. taking his hand in yours and leading him to your spot on the sofa.
jimin instinctively laid down next to you, too lazy to take off the clothes he put on quickly after the concert. he wrapped his hands around your waist and started to snuggle into you.
but there’s no way you could just let him be, not when you were completely soaked just by watching him on stage at his own concert. his sultry movements, the way he looked when the lights hit his gorgeous face while sweating, and goodness, when his face lit up when he finally spotted you in the crowd. all dolled up just for him.
you knew he was teasing you. always lingering to your section a little more than he should be, and exaggerating his actions and playing it off by teasing the fans. he wanted all of your attention on him, only him.
and that’s exactly what you were doing right now.
his body was glued to the couch with you in between his legs.
“you did so good minnie, i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you” you praise in a low tone while your fingers pull on the waistband of his boxers.
jimin lets out a hiss as the cool air hits his hard member. you feel your stomach flutter while his cock slaps against his stomach. his cock red, with precome smeared all over his tip from the heated make out that had happened before the rest of his members arrived in the dressing room.
“p-please” the word is almost non-audible. If it were any quieter, you might not have heard it.
just seeing him like this, so vulnerable, made your heart melt. you understood why armies go crazy over him. he takes care of you so well, you’re always his first priority. how did you get so lucky? or how did he get so lucky?
you press a soft kiss on his tip, slowly starting to make your way up to his abdomen. small whimpers leave jimin’s mouth. he was getting antsy, his fingers tangle in your hair. he couldn’t stand how slow you were going. he needed you now.
“jagi please, i need to feel you…need you inside me” he lets out a broken plea. you move your head to look up at him, his dilated pupils colored with desperation. you’re not going to be mean to him, at least you thought you weren’t. you were as desperate as he was, you just wanted him to break first.
“tell me what you want me to do, baby” you tease as you press kisses on the outside of his ear. your hands slide under his shirt, roaming his body.
“please…ride me, please..I’ll be good i swear- ” he chokes out
your lips crash into his, teeth clattering, but you both were too horny to care. jimin was quick to explore your mouth with his tounge. you let out a moan into the kiss. you can feel his hard cock from your leather skirt, slowly grinding your hips against his warmth. his hands slide your bottoms off with your panties while still devouring your face.
you slowly pull away with a string of saliva still connecting the two of you, causing jimin to let out a whimper. you line his length up with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down on him taking every inch.
jimin lets out a moan, not being able to swallow it down as his cock stretches you full. your eyes not leaving his as your hands find his shoulders for support right as your hips meet.
you haven’t had sex like this in a while. due to jimin being on tour and having a tight schedule, you both haven’t been able to get the exact pleasure you guys both needed. having quick messy make outs and quckies that aren’t even able to get finished definitely don’t help at all
jimin’s hips thrust up instinctively, you pin his hips down softly, reminding him who’s in control
“nuh-uh baby, remember im taking care of you tonight. keep still for me” your voice low but stern.
he quickly nods, already too lost in the pleasure. you grind your hips hard, your clit rubbing against his cervix. continuing to roll against him in a slow, desperate way.
“jagi, i-i can’t..can you- please go faster” he cries as his head falls in the crook of your neck.
you lift your hips up, until only his tip remains. just to slam back into him, his length tearing at your walls. starting a pace that you know would be quick to destroy him.
“ahh! feels so good, you..a-always make me feel-ngh- so good” he praises in your ear as his hands knead at your breasts.
your not afraid to hide your noises, even though you want to be in control your not going to deny the pleasure you feel.
you lean down, sucking on his neck as you ride him mercilessly. your fingers tangled with his messy hair, slightly pulling without even noticing.
jimin gasps, his hips shooting up as his eyes grow wide. your pace falters for a second, looking to see if you hurt him somewhere.
“fuck y/n, pull my hair again. please, feels so fucking good”
a smirk creeps upon your lips. what a freak that boy is. you slowly begin to move your hips against his again, taking your time before picking up the pace. your hands interlock with his locks again, this time tugging harder then the first.
a loud groan rips out of his throat, the slight pain feeling way to good in mixture with your movements. you begin to ride him faster, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes while you bounce messily on his cock.
“you love it when i make you feel good minnie? like it when im in control?”
your words cause his eyes to roll to the back of his head. the pace is too fast, with your teasing words and wondering hands have jimin on the edge. your hips slamming up and down on his cock like it belongs to you, cause it does.
your the only person who can make jimin, the man who was insanely cocky on stage, fall apart. he makes all the girls fall for his charm, blowing kisses to the audience knowing they all want what they can’t have. the man who knows how hot he is and can use it to do anything, was now underneath you with his mouth open agape as his hands roam all over your beautiful body while getting destroyed by his woman.
“jagi-ah! it’s too m-much..i cant-i-im gonna cum” he chokes out from beneath you. you continue to roll your hips at a unbroken pace, muttering sweet praises into his ear before he breaks.
right as you can feel him about to let go. you pull out, edging him right as he was about to cum.
“jagi wah-why? please i was so close” he sobs as he lays on the couch defeated. you lean in to kiss him, your mouths creating a messy, lazy masterpiece.
“beg for it baby, cmon i know you can” you say as you press kisses down his stomach, stopping right at his tip.
“please jagi, please ill be so good i promise. i need you so bad, i-i’ll do anything please just let me cum inside you! i need it so bad look!” he begs as his watery eyes look down, signaling you to look at his cock twitching right infront of you, begging for every inch of release.
“hmm good, you see i knew you could do it. my handsome boy, always treating me so good” you praises as you take his cock into your hand and line it back up with your entrance. you don’t take any time to get used to the stretch again, already finding the perfect pace to end with.
lewd sounds of your slick thighs against his toned hips fill the hotel room. not caring if anyone else on the floor hears, even if they did it’s already too late to stop now.
jimins already almost close, and you can feel your orgasm approaching too. your fingers find his hair again, pulling at his scalp as your hips slam against each others. his moans unable to be swallowed down with how much pleasure he felt.
his mouth open with tears running down his flushed cheeks as you bounce on his overstimulated cock. you let out a moan as his hand starts to knead the dough on your ass as if it’s a stress reliever.
“im gonna cum-ah! too much! wanna stuff you so bad” he blabbers as his eyes roll his head as his head falls onto the pillow. his cock hitting against your g-spot perfectly.
“then-ngh- cum with me minnie, show me how much-ah- you want to stuff me” you clench around him one more time before jimins cock twitches and his body completely locks up. his tears falling at his jaw while his face is so flushed.
long warm ropes of cum flood into you as you cum around him. not completely stopping but slowly rocking against him to help ride out both of your orgasms.
“you did so good for me jimin, love you so so much” you say as you press a quick kiss on his plush lips.
he says it back but his voice is so wrecked.
your sticky body’s lay against each other in a warm embrace, you can hear jimins heart beating against your ear.
the thumping sound with your uncoordinated breaths create a comforting atmosphere. making your heart flutter as you run your fingers through jimins messy hair.
right as your about to pull out to go shower, assuming he’s completely done already. jimin stops you and wraps his hands around your waist. his pretty face worn out and sweaty. his pupils blown and lips puffy.
“wait, i know it might be a lot to ask for but i haven’t had you in so long. can..can you ride me again please?”
𓊆 ❤︎ 𓊇 ──── seven powerful businessmen have the luxury, the influence and anything they could ever desire — yet none of it makes them feel alive anymore. that is, until they become captivated by a waitress who awakens something inside them for the first time in years. drawn in by your presence, they offer you one night of passion and pleasure in exchange for money, never expecting it to end in such an unforgettable way.
PAIRING ✦ dom!bts x sub!f.reader
GENRE ✦ gangbang au, BDSM, polyamory, eightsome, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS ✦ 18+, explicit smut, rough sex, eightsome, multiple orgasms and positions, creampie, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), free use, mentions of safe word (not used), semi public sex, they're all obsessed and possessive over her, drinking and smoking, flirting, they protect her, sexual fantasies and interest, so much tension, makeouts, hickies and marking, scratching and hair pulling, mentions of blood, they literally have the sweetest yet dirty relationship development, kinda semi public sex, thigh riding, groping, power play, size kink, heavy body worship, stripping, praise kink and dirty talk, switch but mainly submissive!reader, slowburn sex cos they take their sweet time with her, they call her her with such endearing nicknames, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play and nipple play, so much nipple stimulation, belly button stimulation, teasing over panties, clit rubbing, panty sniffing, finger sucking, they tease her so much, clothed sex, cunnilingus by multiple men, pussy eating, face riding, clit sucking, pussy inspection, she's always being touched in every way possible, so much hypersensitivty and arousal, edging, cum eating, finger fucking, scissoring and g-spot and cervix stimulation, fisting and penetration from several fingers, anal fingering, rimming, use of lube, yoongi saves the best for last so he claims her ass first, anal training, cum denial, begging, they make her squirt while giving her oral, oral sex (m. receiving), kneeling circle blowjob to all seven men in rotation, deepthroating, throat fucking, gagging and saliva play, she switches between them, ball sucking cos our man jin loves it, use of belt as a collar, cock slapping on face/tongue, sloppy messy blowjob, crying, overstimulation, simultaneous handjobs, sensory overload, they masturbate onto her body, cum facials and cum play, cleaning cocks with mouth post cum, they constantly check in on her, yoongi fucks her in reverse cowgirl, choking, mirror sex while doing it doggy with hoseok, manhandling, spanking, mid air suspended position by jungkook, deep pounding, cowgirl position, she rides seokjin while yoongi sucks her clit, bondage with the use of silk ties, missionary by taehyung and jimin, degradation, they cat call her, cum inflation and frothing, nasty sex, so much bodily fluids, double penetration, namjoon takes her ass while jimin takes her pussy, tit fucking and handjobs together, they pass her around and uses her (consensual), double vaginal penetration done by yoongi and jimin, triple penetration, belly bulging, all holes used repeatedly and creampied, slight details of several more positions and orgasms, they compete against who can make her cum the hardest, sex throughout the night, she kinda ends up losing her consciousness, they all take care of her together, sweetest loving aftercare
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NOTE ✦ it's finally posted! i'm so sorry for the delay but i hope y'all enjoy this oneshot, this is also my biggest oneshot so far and definitely my smuttiest one yet so i hope it leaves your panties wet and your thighs trembling a little hehe, i've put a lot of time and effort into this story cos it's also my first time writing an ot7 smut, i hope it's worth your time and lives up to your expectations, if it isn't perfect, i apologize since this was my first attempt writing a fic involving so many characters at once, i'll keep practicing and working hard to make even better ot7 fics in the future, as always i'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback in any form, it means the world to me and always motivate me to keep writing, i love you sweethearts, happy reading !! <3
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“another win today.” namjoon says, leaning back against the couch with a sigh.
jeon jungkook, kim taehyung, park jimin, kim namjoon, kim seokjin, jung hoseok and min yoongi, seven powerful businessmen had spent the whole day in boardrooms acting like actual hunters in sealing the deal that left everyone else speechless. exhausted and filled with the adrenaline of victory, they'd all collectively decided to head straight to one of the city's most exclusive clubs. they didn’t wanna face the quietness and loneliness of going back to their house, where everything seemed too consuming but coming here wasn’t any better.
they had everything one could only ever dream of, endless money, private jets, yachts and influence over the highest ranks yet the men today felt a certain hollowness in their chest. a void that no amount of luxury could fill, it was mocking because they were supposed to celebrate winning billions today.
they were all seated in the vip section that had been prepared for them before they even arrived, their status was known too well by everyone.
jungkook the youngest yet fiercest among them, who is used to getting what he wants slumped back against the cushions, his black suit jacket unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck, revealing the tattoos that traveled up his arm to the side of his chest. taehyung was beside him as he accepted a glass from the waitress, his own tie loosened as well. jimin fiddled with his cufflinks before tossing them aside while namjoon, who was often like the leader when it came to their business, crossed one leg over the other.
seokjin the eldest ran a hand through his hair, loosening his tie completely to be able to breathe properly. hoseok beside him, probably the least grumpy and bubbliest in the group, leaned forward with elbows on his knees but he also tends to be intimidating at times when necessary. yoongi the quietest and most intimidating was right beside him, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his lighter. he was the most feared and intimidating one among all of them, those sharp eyes alone sent shivers down people's spines.
“it feels empty..” hoseok broke the initial silence as he exhaled smoke from his own cigarette. the vip rooms glass walls allowed a view of what was going on outside but inside it felt too isolated.
“billions more in the bank—we should be celebrating shouldn’t we?”
but even as he spoke, his eyes drifted to the ashtray, his usual vibrant energy dimmed by that same hollow feeling they all shared. they were tired of the constant days of work and the same routine that nothing seemed to spark that feeling of being alive anymore.
“yeah.” jungkook replied with a frustrated tone as he stared into the distance, lost in thoughts of the day that should have left him exhilarated but instead left him numb.
“fuck… it feels like i'm losing myself amidst so much work.”
taehyung nodded slowly, swirling the alcohol in his glass before taking a sip, his gaze distant as he took off his suit jacket throwing it over the armrest.
“i feel it too… there's no excitement anymore, no one to share it with that truly gets it.”
it felt like they'd climbed every mountain to reach the top and they finally had but now the view is just empty sky. the conversation went on between them comfortably until jimin chimed in too.
“i caught myself standing by the office window earlier.” he mutters.
“i was thinking about how we used to make such a big deal of every win. now we’re making billions and i barely feel anything.”
he lets out a dry laugh.
“that's messed up isn’t it?”
namjoon ever the philosophical one, nodded.
“i get it, we spent years working for it convinced it'd make us happy then we get here and.. life just keeps going.”
“exactly.” seokjin added.
“i brought the latest new car last week, the one everyone won't shut up about.”
“and?” hoseok asked making jin snort.
“and nothing, it was cool for ten minutes then it was just another car you'd brought.”
a few chuckles spread around the table. yoongi remained quiet but his rare interjection cut through, taking a drag from his cigarette before speaking.
“every day feels the same lately.”
the others looked up at him.
“wake up, work, make money, go home, repeat.”
“and the worst part?” taehyung says quietly.
“we should be happy..”
“but we’re not.” jimin finished.
silence settled as they sat there with just their thoughts. a stripper began her usual routine just outside their enclosure, her body moving in a seductive dance catching the attention of every single man present there but not one of the seven men so much as glanced her way, their eyes remained unfocused staring into space, occasionally sipping their drinks or puffing smoke out. all their thoughts were interconnected in some way.
jungkook traced the rim of his glass absentmindedly while taehyung's brow lifted when yoongi spoke up again.
“we're sitting here acting like a bunch of depressed old men.”
that earned a few genuine laughs.
“maybe we are old men.” seokjin admits.
“speak for yourself.”
the laughter faded but the mood felt lighter for a moment even though the silence returned because it wasn’t awkward just familiar.
in the main area outside the exclusive section, you walked around balancing a heavy tray full of cocktails and liquors. you'd worked this job for far too long, your sweet smile remained fixed on your lips as always but that never quite reached your exhausted eyes. the uniform you wore was the standard for the club and what all the waitresses here must wear, a tiny shirt and a black blouse with a neckline plunging enough to reveal your cleavage but not overly vulgar. it was tiny and tight leaving little to the imagination and you'd grown used to the wandering eyes and glances of drunk men while working. your feet ached in those heels today and the constant barrage of customers earlier had left you drained but you still pushed forward with determination.
just a few more hours before you can go home and relax and get out of this hellhole.
as you continued serving in the main area moving between tables, you hadn't even glanced toward the vip section yet, focused entirely on the section you were serving placing drinks in front of some loud men nearby but you didn’t know that taehyung's eyes had lifted suddenly, scanning the crowd out of habit before locking onto you. for whatever reason, you caught his attention immediately and completely.
there was something about the way you carried yourself, even from where he sat he could see the tiredness etched deeply in your eyes, the way when you thought no one was watching you let your posture slump. he couldn’t help but notice the subtle bounce of your breasts with each step and the way your hair was styled but slightly messy from the busy night. it wasn’t just the physical allure even though you were one of the sexiest women he had laid eyes on, it was also the authenticity, the way there was something real in you. it was like a cherry on top, making you look even more attractive in his eyes even though he hadn't interacted with you and it made his heart race. unexpectedly.
intrigued taehyung straightened, genuine interest flickering in his usually bored gaze as he leaned toward the others.
“hey all of you, look over there, the waitress serving the main floor.”
the group shifted their attention subtly, eyes following his direction. jungkook raised an eyebrow crushing out his cigarette as he took in the sight of you balancing another tray.
“damn… there's something about her.” jungkook observes.
jimin tilted his head, a small smirk forming as he observed you.
“i know right?”
he was clearly intrigued as namjoon nodded thoughtfully, eyes assessing you even from afar. it reminds them of something genuine almost, she doesn’t even know they're watching and it makes them want to learn more about you. why do you stand out so much? and why even though they haven’t interacted with you, are you already making the night feel less lonely?
jin chuckled as yoongi finally speaks up, his tongue coming down to lick at his bottom lip collecting a stray drop of alcohol.
“she caught my eye too.” he confesses.
they go quiet for a bit just watching you, feeling that unexplainable pull that took away the heaviness from their chest for a fleeting moment. taehyung grinned, eyes still tracking your movements.
“told you she's something else. makes you wanna know more doesn’t it?”
everything else was put aside, now all their fascination is on you as you continue to work completely unaware.
you leaned over a corner table to set a drink in front of a middle aged man with a sweaty face and bloodshot eyes clearly several drinks past his limit. you were about to turn around to leave but that’s when a meaty hand clamped down hard around your wrist. it happened so suddenly that you jumped, turning around to look at him with wide eyes.
“hey there sweetheart.” he slurred, his breath reeking of whiskey and something stale that made your nose wrinkle. his other hand hovered dangerously near your waist.
“what's a pretty thing like you doing serving drinks when you could be sitting on my lap instead? bet you'd look even better with that skirt hiked up. i could show you a real good time.”
you were used to this. it had happened several times before in this club filled with entitled men who mistook your politeness for availability, thinking that they had free rein to touch you or grope you whenever but bills didn’t care about your comfort or the dread you felt, they demanded payment and this job as risky as it was, was what kept the roof on top of your head and food on the table.
some backed off easily when you threatened to call the manager, a kind hearted woman who had always had your back and also all the other girls who worked alongside you, knowing the difficulty of handling men and got security involved without hesitation. others, the way too gone ones or insistent ones, required her intervention and you'd be so grateful each time the guards kicked them out. still the constant risk gnawed at you. you wondered sometimes what if your manager wasn’t nearby, if things escalated too far before help arrived, you could never protect yourself from these men. you weren’t strong enough.
these days you hated the job more than ever but what choice did you have? it was the curse of never having enough money.
you tried to pull your hand away gently at first, twisting your wrist in his grasp while maintaining that professional smile though it felt strained because of the disgust you felt just from his touch.
“sir please let go, i need to get back to work.” you said evenly even as fear started rising in you. his grip was tightening painfully.
“if you don’t, i'll have to call the manager right now. this isn’t okay.”
but he didn’t listen, leaning closer with his lecherous grin.
“aw come on, don’t be like that baby.”
his crude words continued making your stomach churn as you looked around hastily, no other staff was close enough to notice anything and the music drowned the majority of the noises as genuine fear gripped you, now realizing how trapped you were against the wall and the table’s edge.
from the section overlooking the main floor, all seven of them watched the scene unfold with growing anger but before any of them could react, jungkook's eyes narrowed, his tattooed hand clenching around his glass as he watched the man disrespect you. he didn’t think twice and stood up walking straight up to the table. his hand shot forward from behind the drunk man, yanking his grip away from your wrist with such force that the man stumbled back.
you gasped sharply at the sudden interruption, looking up at the handsome stranger who just became your savior. he radiated such power and fury. the man immediately recoiled as he took in jungkook's tall frame and the glare he had.
“w-what the hell man? this isn't your business.” he sputtered, trying to puff up but clearly intimidated.
“it is now, touch her again and you'll regret it. get your hands off her and fuck off before i make you.”
the man tried to protest, his hand reaching towards you once more and that’s when jungkook's control fully snapped. you watched, eyes wide in horror as jungkook grabbed the man's wrist hard before it could touch you once again and twisted it so hard that the crack of bone was audible even over the club's noise as the man howled in pain, doubling over.
“shut the fuck up!” jungkook growled, not wanting the man's scream to pull even more attention and put you in the spotlight.
“or i'll break the other one too. now leave and don’t even think about coming back here.”
the man now pale faced and squirming in pain, nodded frantically before scrambling away, clutching his injured hand. you watched as he disappeared into the crowd. you stood there frozen for a long moment trying to process what just happened, your heart fluttering.
no one had ever defended you like this before and it was so foreign that you struggled to find words now, not being able to compose yourself.
“i… t-thank you.” you managed shakily as you rubbed your sore wrist absentmindedly.
jungkook's gaze softened as he looked at you, scanning you for any other signs of injury.
“are you okay? are you injured anywhere else?”
you nodded attempting a small smile, not wanting to think about what would happen if he didn’t interfere on time.
“yeah i'm… i'm fine. thank you again really. i appreciate it more than you know.”
“you don’t have to worry anymore, i'm jungkook by the way.” he rasps, holding out his hand for you to shake it.
you stared at it for a bit, your lips parting as you shakily gripped his hand, your hand looking comically small and delicate in his tattooed one. he held your hand in his gently like giving you the free rein to pull back if you want, not the forceful grips that you're so used to.
“y/n.” you breathe, his thumb brushing on the back of your hand in a comforting manner but it instead sends a shiver of thrill down your spine.
how long has it been since a man’s touch excited you instead of making you disgusted? and now with you holding his hand, it made you realize how much you’ve been yearning for it.
“y/n.” he repeats as if tasting your name on his tongue.
the emotions swirling in his eyes almost hold you captivated for a long time before you pull your hand away from his as he studies your face for a long moment.
“you don’t have to go back out there right now.” he starts.
“wanna take a break? come sit with me and my friends over there just for a bit.”
his offer surprised you as you hesitated only briefly, your feet ached in your heels and you'd been working for so long, you didn’t want to lose contact with this stranger named jungkook so soon so you nodded.
“okay a little break sounds good.” you whispered.
jungkook's lips curved as he guided you to the vip section amidst the crowd, his presence parting people like they knew who he was but you still didn’t grasp who he was yet as you stepped inside the area, you paused, recognition finally drawing into you. you'd seen their faces a few times in newspapers or news channels even though you'd never paid enough attention to learn about them in depth.
they were extremely rich, powerful businessmen and they looked so different in real life even more fierce and dominant. six of them lounged across the couches and they were big not just in height and muscularness but also in the aura they exuded. they made you feel small and out of place, they looked you up and down taking in the way your uniform hugged your curves tightly.
their gaze didn’t hold anything lustful but something appreciative like you were truly worth noticing and deserved adoration. it made your stomach twist with a strange heat as you shifted on your feet, smoothing your hands down your uniform self consciously, not knowing how to step past the door but jungkook led you further, his hand resting on the small of your back.
“this is y/n.” jungkook announced to the group as he gestured to you.
“figured she could use a minute away from it all.”
the way the men straightened immediately told that they didn’t mind having you in their space one bit as if they'd been dying to have you near, their eyes locking onto you with undivided attention. one by one they introduced themselves, the one with the broadest shoulders spoke up first.
“i'm kim namjoon. nice to meet you y/n.”
next to him, a man with such perfect handsome features smiled.
“kim seokjin but you can call me jin.”
a bright eyed man leaned forward.
“junghoseok.”
right beside him was the quietest man yet with such a piercing gaze that spoke more about him louder than any words can.
“min yoongi.” he offered a small nod only.
the two other men introduced themselves next, the one with plush kissable lips whose name was jimin and the man who noticed you first, a smirk present on his expression named kim taehyung, a little stubble present on his jawline that made him look even sexier, his voice also the deepest among them.
there was so much masculine energy and the smell of male in this small room that you felt fully surrounded by it in the best way possible and that you might as well have just fainted from how weak in the knees you were. you’ve always been so confident in handling everyone in your job but this was the very first time that you were so fidgety.
“come sit please.”
one of them spoke up and you nodded dumbly before taking a seat on an empty couch right in front of them. you realized quickly with just a little introduction of how different they all were yet fundamentally similar to each other in some way. maybe that’s what deepened their bond so much. the men exchanged glances, their thoughts still clearly fixated on the incident outside.
“fucking prick.” jungkook muttered as he settled near you, cracking his knuckles.
“a guy like that thinks he can grab whoever he wants, i saw red when his hand touched her.”
taehyung nodded, his eyes still on you.
“we all did, no one should have to deal with that shit in their workplace.”
“it's good that you handled it kook. i was so close to beating his ass up too.” namjoon turns to look at you.
“are you sure you're okay?”
their protectiveness made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“yes i'm okay.” you bite your lower lip, looking down at your hands, twisting them together.
you were acutely aware of how their eyes followed your every small movement and the tension was palpable even when there was silence. you noticed one thing, none of them, not once had glanced at the stripper dancing just outside even though the other men were staring at her like a hawk and catcalling her but to these men, it seemed as if she didn’t exist and you were the only center of their attention, like you were the only one that existed in their world.
it was overwhelming.
intoxicating
“so y/n tell us about yourself. how long have you been working here?” jimin broke the silence, wanting to learn more about you.
“i've been working here for a while… pays the bills you know? it's not ideal but it's what i have right now.”
you talked shyly at first but words started flowing more easily than you expected. you shared bits about your long shifts and the exhaustion and how you dreamed of something more stable but life doesn’t always go the way you want it to. they listened intently, asking thoughtful questions as if they really wanted to know more and cared about your life. they also shared about themselves too.
“we just closed a massive deal today… but honestly? it feels empty.” jimin explains.
they looked at you like you were the only spark they'd felt after months, watching you as you laughed lightly at a joke hoseok cracks. you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with pink cheeks when you felt all their eyes on you at once.
“you're cute when you're shy.” seokjin chuckles.
their compliments weren’t crude, they admired your beauty and the efforts you made at your work, your confidence and how despite everything, you were so strong to do this every day.
time seemed to pass by without any of you realizing when the topic turned deeper, they learned of your financial struggles too. you never let anyone know about your weakness but for whatever reason, you trusted them so easily to let the words flow.
“i manage, i make it work somehow.” you shrugged.
their expressions shifted with concern.
“you also don’t have to worry about that guy from earlier bothering you again, he's suspended from his job.” namjoon clarifies.
information on that man was retrieved by the guard outside and namjoon learned that he worked at a measly low grade company that they could probably buy within seconds but they wanted him ruined so they made him lose his job instead with just a few texts, they held the power to do so. seeing him touch you like that pissed the hell out of them.
you paused, blinking in shock.
“what? y-you did that for me? but why? i'm used to it, men are always around in this place so it's nothing new for me.” you croaked.
they reacted immediately as yoongi's jaw clenched.
“used to it? you shouldn’t have to be. no woman deserves to face this every day.” his voice was low with anger while jin's usually light demeanor hardened.
“you're handling all this out there?”
you smiled sadly, looking down at your lap.
“you really didn’t have to do all that for me—”
but jungkook interrupts you before you could finish your words.
“we'd do it again in a heartbeat. you're worth more than being treated like that.”
you swallowed at their words, almost feeling tears brim in your eyes that you pushed back, your heart not being able to handle such affection and possessiveness but in a good way from them, in a way that you’ve never received before in your life. it left you speechless and with a thousand unknown feelings and little did you know that even to them you seemed even more extraordinary than their words could convey as taehyung leans back on the couch, his eyes locked on yours like he hasn’t missed a single word.
“you know.” he starts speaking.
“most people in places like this… they're always acting like someone else but youre just... you, even after a shift like that its nice to see it honestly.”
the others nodded in confirmation, knowing what taehyung means by heart. they've been constantly surrounded by too many fake smiles and even women who have had eyes on their wallets rather than them. they've had countless encounters before with girls trying to be too close to them because of an intention, none of them were honest and wanted them for who they are.
“yeah i get what he means.” hoseok added softly.
“it's just… refreshing talking to you feels normal like actually normal.”
“o-oh?” your heart thuds harder at their words.
“you're honest.” yoongi said simply.
“people don’t really do that much around us anymore.”
“i'm not that special.” you breathe.
“you are y/n.” jungkook glances at you.
“when that guy grabbed you… you were about to handle it even before i intervened. you're tougher than you look.”
you're the kind of woman who could bring kings to their knees without even trying, that's how they saw you. they made you feel desired, not merely physically but as someone captivating in her entirety, your your smiles and beauty and your confidence mixed with shyness, they loved everything.
you felt this certain heat all over you that pulled you towards them, your legs clenching together and that didn’t go unnoticed at all. sensing the shift and needing a moment to compose yourself amid the overwhelming feeling, you offered them a slightly breathless smile.
“um do you all want some drinks? i can go get a fresh round.” you offered, noting how all their glasses were empty but that none of them seemed even the slightest bit drunk because of how well they were at handling alcohol.
they nodded in agreement and you rose from the couch, feeling their eyes follow every movement as you turned, feeling their stares caressing the curves on your back and it made goosebumps of excitement rise up on you as you walked to the bar, almost hurrying to be back to them, not wanting to waste any second with them.
returning moments later with a tray balanced with their liquors of choice but nothing too heavy, you felt the intensity multiply upon re entering their space. you set the tray down on the low table slowly which required you to bend forward but you did so almost intentionally and coyly so that they'd get a good view of your cleavage. doing a subtle arch of your back that allowed the already short skirt to ride up exposing the curve of your ass, you heard sharp intakes of their breaths and that makes your heart pound harder.
your uniform was so short that you'd always avoid bending down but doing so in front of them made you feel wanted. your cleavage pressed forward against your top, the soft swells visible for the men in front invitingly.
“damn y/n...” jungkook breathed first as he shifted in his seat.
“are you trying to kill us bending over like that?” jimin lets out an appreciative hum, not complaining one bit to have you like that while hungrily tracing your figure.
seeing you like this is stirring things they haven't felt in ages. you bite back a grin when you hear yoongi let out a growl when he catches a glimpse of your white lace panties. your thighs pressed together subtly as you straightened, feeling exposed yet empowered.
you handed each of them a glass, jin's fingers brush yours when grabbing the glass and the contact makes you gasp.
“easy guys, we've got all night.”
what started as conversations and shared stories had slowly turned into something deeper as the tension and intimacy grew that none of you could deny it anymore. there wasn't anything normal anymore, there was too much need and their eyes were growing increasingly hooded. it was like both of you guys were in a game wanting to see who'd break first and take what they need, challenging each other through eyes alone. jin was the first one to break, not being able to fight the pull anymore.
“come here y/n.”
you watched him manspreading so sexily as he patted his thigh and you let out a shy smile, standing up almost immediately to walk to him. he guides you onto his thick thigh, his large hand resting at your lower back, the heat of his body and his scent make you tremble as you place a hand on his chest. sitting on his lap made your skirt ride up and you made no move to fix it, your feet dangling off the ground because of the height difference with jin and not only him but also all the other six of them were just so huge especially namjoon, whom you guessed was the tallest of all.
you felt a subtle shift of his muscles as he adjusted, supporting your weight with literally no effort. the others watched with appreciative eyes, already jealous that jin gets to have you so close at first, their focus on the cigarettes and drinks was completely forgotten.
“are you comfortable like this y/n?” jin rasps leaning closer, his warm breath hitting your ear.
his hand stayed put, thumb rubbing circles against your thigh and you nodded jerkily, the proximity making it hard for you to breathe. you forgot about the club, the music outside. it was just the seven of them who were pulling you in their spell even deeper. then taehyung, not being able to help himself, leaned forward from his seat.
“can i kiss you sweetheart?” he asked directly, eyes searching yours for any hesitation.
the way he asked for consent made you flush, you were not used to it at all and it only made your need bubble higher and more fiercely.
“yes please.” you plead.
he closed the distance slowly, his hand cupping your jaw before his lips met yours right there with you still on jin's lap. it started soft but quickly deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before slipping inside making you moan into it which he swallowed. the breathy sound began to ignite something in all of them because even if your eyes were closed, you could sense their expressions.
the kiss was unhurried, he took his time exploring every inch of your mouth as both your salivas intertwined. he tasted like something entirely different like dark chocolate. his fingers threaded through your hair and he pulled back his eyes half lidded and breathing unevenly.
“fuck you taste good.” he mutters, thumb brushing your swollen lower lip.
hoseok joined right after taehyung, sliding closer on the couch, looking at your lips with dark eyes, wanting permission without any words and you reached for him grabbing the collar of his shirt. while your other hand pressed harder on jin's chest for balance, fisting his shirt. the makeout with hoseok was different, it was hungrier like he couldn’t get enough as he sucked your bottom lip and you let out a louder whimper.
“mmph!”
jin's hand on your back slides lower, brushing against your butt and it makes you shiver, your bottom pressing harder on his thigh. he rearranges you until you are straddling one of his thighs, only causing the entire pressure on your clothed pussy alone making you squeal. you shifted on his thigh to chase more of that friction, your skirt now rode up further revealing your lace panties fully.
one by one they each took their moment and kiss until you were surrounded by heated touches and kisses. namjoon cradled the back of your head as he explored your mouth thoroughly.
“you're so responsive baby.” yoongi growls against your throat, all the men enjoying your cute little noises.
he takes his turn too. yoongi's kiss was full of bites and clashes of teeth from how impatient he was that you were afraid your lips would start bleeding from how he wouldn’t let go. jimin placed slow open mouthed kisses on your neck and jawline while the others observed what made you moan and squirm. like the expert jimin was, he immediately found the sensitive spot below your ear and locked his mouth there to suck a mark while you struggled to breathe into yoongi's mouth.
jungkook held you in place with a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and his kiss was a bit more rough while he took your mouth like he was starving for it.
jimin took his turn too, sweetly.
their hands roaming everywhere they could find every exposed skin, gripping your waist or thigh, getting busy making out with you or leaving hickies on your throat and cleavage while your hips twitched occasionally on jin's thigh. your lips remained parted, tongues tangling lewdly with each of the men. jin takes your mouth and sucks on your tongue making you whine and rock on his thigh, his hand fully cupping your butt, encouraging you to grind harder.
“u-uh…”
you whined as jungkook's hand caressed your inner thighs so close to your panties. your body responded eagerly, nipples hardening as you pulled away from jin's mouth, panting hard from all their devoted attention feeling yourself melt into a puddle just from touches and kisses alone. you squirmed on jin's thigh, feeling his hard muscle flex beneath you.
the other men breathed heavily too, chests rising and falling, your whimpers and their rough breaths the only sound that could be heard. they were visibly affected too and you could feel the growing hardness pressing against your thigh from jin. their eyes roamed your flushed face and how kiss swollen your lips were, their jaws clenching as after a particularly heated kiss with jimin that left you gasping you pulled back slightly.
a sudden wave of nervousness took over you. the vip room was private, not see through from the outside yet it made you pause when you realized what you were doing in the haze.
“i… i don't do this.” you whispered shakily, glancing towards the door.
“my shift isn’t even over, i should go back out there. this isn’t… i'm not that kind of girl.”
you’ve never slept with anyone here in the club, probably the last time you had sex was years ago with your ex and the heartbreak of it never led you forward to another relationship even though your body pined for the touch of a man who made you feel wanted in every way and for the first time in years, they made you feel that. never in your dreams would you have assumed that it would be seven of them doing so.
the men looked at you but there was no judgment, only understanding and want as jin's hand stayed comfortingly on your back.
“we stop whenever you say but fuck.. we want you, not just like this but more.” taehyung growls in that deep husky voice of his that makes you weak in the knees.
“yeah exactly…” namjoon added.
“you make us feel alive again and we don’t just want a quick thrill here, we want you for the whole night.”
you made the fire in their veins rise once again after years, you made them forget the hollow feeling they’ve been carrying, it eased the second you walked in here even though you were hesitant, your body betrayed you, shifting again on jin's lap and feeling that delicious friction.
“but why me? i'm just… me, a waitress. you guys could have anyone, someone who fits better with your world. i don’t understand.”
the insecurity was evident in your voice and you didn’t understand why they'd want you and care so much when they could have someone of high class. women probably threw themselves at them every day yet they looked at you like this. they look at you like you are the center of their universe. jungkook cupped your cheek, making you face him so you could see the sincerity visible on his expression.
“because none of that other shit matters. you caught our attention because you're you, it feels right and it’s the best thing ever.”
hoseok grinned, tracing a finger along your arm.
“and we can see you want this too baby, those pretty eyes of yours are telling us everything… the little hitch in your breathing.”
your bottom lip quivers at their words as your thighs clench around jin's thigh, the action pulling a small wanton noise from you.
“let us give you the best night of your life sweet girl.”
you remained quiet even if your hand clung onto jin's chest hard
“please?” he breathes.
they dominated everyone, high status companies and billions, yet for you they'd be ready to beg on their knees. your body ached for them but most importantly, it was your heart too that was screaming at you to say yes.
namjoon leans close to you, the tempting column of his throat exposed from where you'd pulled at his shirt while kissing.
“you don't have to decide right now but... come home with us tonight.” namjoon said with such genuineness and the others nodded with him. they murmured their approvals in a chorus as jimin's eyes locked onto yours, seriousness in his expression now.
“no pressure at all beautiful, it's whatever you want…”
they knew one thing for sure, they couldn’t forget the way you looked at them and the way your body responds to every little touch. it makes them want to know how you'd react to touches at your most private places. hoseok reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face.
“we've got a black card here, if you need anything, leave this job and take this. come with us whatever that helps you feel secure.” he whispers.
it wasn’t about buying you with the card, it was about wanting to give you the world because you deserve it. all their words made your chest tighten with emotions.
you sat there stunned as you thought of their offer. the black card in hoseok's hand represented everything, a lifetime of not worrying about bills, living with no fear of not making ends meet and being able to breathe without feeling like you have to survive but more than that, it was them and you knew money or no money, you wanted this, wanted all seven of them so you made your decision in a heartbeat.
“i… i agree.” you whispered at first almost quietly before finding a bit more strength at their encouragement.
“yes i'll come with you.”
their reactions were immediate as they let out chuckles. yoongi's hand squeezed your knee and he let out the first real grin since he came here.
“that's our girl. fuck you have no idea how happy that makes us.”
getting praised by yoongi made your clit throb, your face falling on his chest as you nuzzled against it while jin rubbed up and down your back.
“we'll take care of everything, you don’t have to worry.” jin confirms.
with the decision made, they didn’t wait any longer, wanting to have you in their place so they could claim you there with all the time in the world. they guided you out of the vip section with possessive hands at your waist. your heart raced so fast you could feel it in your throat and you felt like it might burst right open.
you spotted your manager near the bar, her eyes widening when she saw you flanked by the seven most well known business owners whose faces had been everywhere. she straightened up instantly not finding words, instantly terrified of what might happen as they stopped in front of her.
“she's not working here anymore.” namjoon stated firmly, his arm slipping around your shoulder.
“y/n is coming with us. consider her shift over permanently, we'll handle any necessary paperwork if needed later.”
your manager blinked rapidly, clearly intimidated but nodded quickly.
“o-of course sir, y/n take care of yourself.”
she shot you a quick look but the men's presence left no room for her to question anything else while you still couldn’t grasp the reality fully. feeling freedom and disbelief all at once.
they led you outside to the waiting matte black limo which was pure luxury, starting from the exterior to the interior. they helped you inside and once the door closed, the vehicle started moving and just along with that, their hands on you were at full force.
this time yoongi didn’t hesitate and pulled you onto his lap first, gripping your hips as he ate at your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours drawing out whimpers as the others shifted closer. jimin's hand slid up to cup your breast through the fabric of your uniform making your back arch even through layers of clothing, their touches felt so prominent.
you didn’t know what would happen once you reached their penthouse and they wouldn’t hold back anymore. hoseok sucks and bites on the side of your neck while jungkook placed a loving kiss against your cheek, his eyes blazing as the ride felt too long because of of what was to come.
“can't wait to have you spread out for us at home.”
you couldn’t wait either.
the limo pulled in front of their penthouse and you stepped out on shaky legs still buzzing from their heated touches that had filled the ride over.
the door opened, welcoming you inside the open living room before you could admire the poshness and extravagance of the place, you were surrounded by all seven of them, their presences closing in like a wall of dominance until you were fully trapped between them. like seven predators closing in on their little prey and they wouldn’t let you go easily especially when there was so much impatience and all the teasings from earlier had left everyone on edge and frustrated.
jin and jimin positioned themselves on either side of you immediately, their breaths ghosting over your skin as hoseok's hand boldly slid under the hem of your uniform, tracing your skin and the skin around your belly button.
“you're so damn soft.” hoseok murmured huskily.
jin's lips found the curve of your neck, placing delicate kisses along your throat, tongue darting out to taste your skin while jimin mirrored him on the other side, alternating between pecks and nips that made you gasp softly. they went oh so slow as if they wanted to memorize every inch of you with just their hands alone, pulling you deeper into their circle.
“look at her already trembling for us.”
jimin whispers against your ear before capturing your lips in a hot kiss, his tongue making that sex act of thrusting in and out that left your knees weak, your hand grasping onto one of their shirts.
“can i?” taehyung gruffs out.
his gaze never left yours as he reached for the zipper at the back of your dress.
“y-yes.” you stuttered, letting out excited huffs of breath.
his fingers worked it down slowly while his mouth sucked on the exposed cleavage of your breast as the fabric parted, revealing the expanse of your back and all seven men watched with rapt attention, their fists clenching in need. you could see their hard cocks straining against their suit pants.
namjoon stands behind you now while yoongi leans against the couch with a smirk enjoying the scene, his arms crossed, eyes devouring every revealed inch, jungkook's hand brushed your hair aside to help taehyung pull the zipper down properly as the dress finally slips down your arms and pools at your feet, leaving you in just your heels, stockings and those tiny lacy white panties, your uniform didn’t need a bra so your breasts jiggle free, making them all groan in unison at the sight. your hand instinctively goes up to cover yourself but taehyung holds it, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss against the back of your hand.
“don't hide from us… god you're perfect.”
you let out a needy moan at his words and how they traced every inch of you with such fascination that you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world and most worshipped. you never thought one could be worshipped with eyes alone and for the first time, you also believed that you could feel perfect… because when you viewed yourself through their eyes, you indeed felt that.
“you look like a dream.” seokjin grumbles.
their praises seemed to reach every corner of your soul. they didn’t take off the panties wanting to admire you like this first, watching the way your nubs were pointed in the air into twin peaks the more as cool air brushed against them.
“we've wanted this since we saw you out there…”
namjoon rumbled, his fingers brushing your spine while yoongi stepped closer, his cold facade cracking as he ran a hand down your side making you lean onto him while panting.
“fuck these curves…”
you were driving him fully insane, their chests puffed up because you were letting them see you like this, your body a bit squirmy at first from being bare in front of them while they're all fully clothed but slowly adapting confidence from their words. all their hands joined in touching you until you couldn’t tell them apart anymore, gliding over every curve, caressing your breasts while thumbs brushed against the nipples.
“oh… hahh.” you whined, your head falling back on jimin's shoulder, your panties wetly clinging to your folds as you clenched your legs together hard but it did little to relieve your ache.
hoseok drops to his knees to kiss along the tops of your stockings while his cock throbs inside his pants, the smell of your arousal hitting him so directly that his nostrils flare but before they could start properly and things could escalate further, they all paused suddenly making you look at them with confusion, your breasts rising and falling. they had to force their eyes from your blossoms to speak to you.
“we need to hear it from you y/n. are you sure about this? fully sure?” namjoon asks.
“i am sure.”
you crooned, your lips forming a pout due to them suddenly stopping and it makes their eyes narrow at how the sweet action pulled at their heartstrings. they'd do anything you asked if you gave them those eyes and that expression but they need to finalize a few things.
“you can use the safe word anytime, red for stopping completely, yellow to slow down and green to keep going yeah?”
you nodded, seeing the care in their faces even in between so much tension and need.
“we've seen how men treat you at the club… so we won't do anything without your consent. we want you so bad but only if you want us just as much.” jungkook rasps.
you didn’t know if you'd ever felt so valued and safe before in front of men and it makes tears of gratefulness well in your eyes as you pressed yourself closer to them, giving your body to them fully.
“i've never been more sure in my life. i want all of you please… please.”
you whimper, feeling their chest and nuzzling against taehyung who is in front of you now and he makes a low noise right beside your ear. they were ready to lose themselves in you completely, all their restraints and control gone.
you were laid back on the couch in the center of the room as you looked up at them, nervousness yet anticipation in you, your body already hypersensitive from being touched. jin leans down to your right side when he cups the underside of one of your breasts, feeling its weight. his thumb flicked it, your nipple hardening even more under his ministrations. you felt his touches all the way down to your clit.
“oh god…”
a squeal left you when taehyung left wet kisses along the side of your other breast, not wanting to keep your other breast neglected before he captured the peak between his lips, sucking at first then with more pressure while jin's skilled pinching and rolling combined with taehyung's warm suction. your back arched off the couch as your breaths came out in short gasps, every pull of tongue and twist of fingers on both your nipples drew involuntary moans from your throat.
the others watched everything, their own need evident as they shifted closer even though taehyung and jin were having their moment, the hands of others would occasionally brush your arms or thighs in reassurance.
“ahh.”
you let out a particularly loud moan as taehyung bites slightly on your nipple before soothing it with laps of his tongue making you feel heady as seokjin's mouth joined too, leaving your breasts wet with saliva. your breasts were like a glistening playground of sensation.
“ahh… jin taehyung… it feels so good.” you whimpered, your hand gripping onto the couch from the pleasure. jin lifted his head briefly, his lips shiny.
“yeah? you like when we suck on these pretty tits baby?
“it makes your pussy feel good mhmm?” he asks.
taehyung hummed in agreement, switching to light nibbles and soothing licks, their words making you even more horny as you nodded dumbly.
“she's dripping so much just from getting her nipples played with… just look at that wet patch.”
jungkook comments, all their eyes falling on your panty covered cunt where a damp spot had started forming from the amount of arousal you leaked and the white lingerie made everything see through. meanwhile, namjoon began kissing torturously down your stomach, his tongue leaving a trail as shivers race up your spine as he worshipped your belly, circling his tongue around your belly button. when his teeth scraped a certain ticklish spot, it made you giggle and you grabbed onto taehyung's shirt who was beside you.
“mm…”
taehyung grinned at your giggle while namjoon glowed softly.
“so beautiful, every inch of you.”
he praised, nipping just below your navel. your legs couldn’t stay spread, feeling a little shy from the copious amount of essence you were leaking and also from the building ache but hoseok and jungkook didn’t let you hide away so easily, holding one leg apart, each opening you completely to their gaze. jungkook leaned in first, pressing his face close to your soaked panties inhaling deeply with a guttural groan.
“shitt she smells so good.”
he mutters, his hot breath fanning over your covered core making you twitch.
“i know right?” hoseok adds, already too obsessed from earlier after getting a waft of your pussy when he was so close to it. jungkook begins kissing and sucking marks onto your inner thighs, starting high near the crease and working inward, each harsh suck leaving reddish hickeys.
“j-jungkook..” you stammered as his tongue avoided your pussy entirely and focused around it, only puffs of air hitting it and you squirmed helplessly as hoseok's fingers dug in near your panties.
“spread wider for us princess, let us see how much you need this.” hoseok encouraged when your thighs trembled.
jimin and yoongi were the only ones left to join and they didn't hesitate anymore. their fingers joining to touch you over your panties, fingers expertly finding your swollen clit through the lace.
you whimpered, the pressure was never enough to push you over the edge but just enough to keep you teetering on the brink. jimin's touch was precise, he used the pads of his fingers to rub tight patterns between your folds that made your hips buck, with taehyung and jin watching your pleasured expressions with focused intensity.
“feel that sweetheart?”
yoongi asks as he flicks your clit side to side.
“hmm?” he persists when you don't reply, pressing his thumb against your clit even harder and it felt so much even without them touching you directly.
“y-yes haggh.” you mewled.
yoongi presses the fabric against your folds, rubbing up and down the length of your slit until the lace lewdly sticks between your pussy lips.
“listen to those sounds she's making… fuck.”
seokjin and taehyung conversed among themselves, their eyes focused on your pussy and what the other men were doing and it makes you even more excited if that was even possible, there was something so naughty about having the others comment on you while you were being touched as if there was an audience itself. it doubled the sensations for you as jin and taehyung occasionally tweaked your nubs just to hear you gasp between your moans from the maddening clit rubs that left your pussy clenching, your arousal coating your inner thighs messily now. you couldn't take their teasing anymore as your head thrashes.
“please goshh more... i need more.” you begged breathlessly, not being able to stay still.
jimin offered two fingers, pressing them against your lips.
“open up baby. suck them like you mean it.” he instructed.
you obeyed, eagerly opening your mouth as he slid them past your lips. you swirled your tongue around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head slightly. the others watched intently, already imagining you sucking their cocks exactly like this and all their cocks twitched inside their pants while jimin groaned at the wet feeling of your mouth, his eyes growing half lidded wondering how his cock would feel inside your mouth.
“look at that mouth working so well.” jungkook added.
he pushed in his own fingers right next to jimin's, pushing his tattooed fingers so deep that it brushed the back of your throat, his fingers giving slight thrusts as tears brimmed your eyes trying not to gag.
“just like that, get them nice and wet for us.” jimin murmurs.
jin grabs ahold of your hair, not enough to hurt but hard enough to make you feel the slight pain mixed with pleasure as he pulls your mouth to him for a sloppy passionate kiss that leaves you dizzy, swallowing all your noises. you made a throaty sound when jungkook's fingers finally left your mouth, his eyes focusing on your pussy, not being able to stand seeing it covered anymore and from the state of others around, they're impatient as well.
he went down your body as you watched with wide eyes but instead of using his hands to slide them off, he leaned down, your breathing growing ragged. with a dirty glint in his eyes, he caught the edge of the panty between his teeth and began to tug them downwards slowly making the fabric peel away from your core with a wet sound.
your pussy now fully exposed to the seven men and jin and taehyung also joined the others below to look at you making your cheeks flame from the vulnerability of it all and how exposed you felt while two of them spread your legs further until you were eagle spread, your folds parted as well, the soaked panty dragging along your thighs, leaving a trail of your own slickness. your entire body trembles as the cool air hits your center. the panties finally slip past your ankles and jungkook tosses them aside with a satisfied growl.
all of them leaned in closer where you lay bare as if inspecting you and it makes your brow furrow, heart pounding hard. you've never felt more exposed at once while your clit throbbed helplessly. they let out a mix of curses and loud exhales. their eyes held something else entirely, it went far beyond lust like they wanted to eat you whole and never stop. you felt like you were surrounded by seven hungry wolves and you'd give yourself up to them willingly. namjoon's breath hitched audibly, his large hands clenching at his sides as if fighting the urge to touch immediately.
“fuck...” he murmurs.
they'd never seen anything more perfect, it was like you were a work of art.
you were bare except for your thigh stockings and your heels. jin lets out a hum, his plush lips parting as he stared. your folds were swollen and parted slightly to reveal your labia and your gaping entrance, the clit on top shiny from your arousal and throbbing under their gaze. it was as if they were touching you from their stares alone and they hadn't even touched you yet.
“look at how she's clenching around nothing. fuck that's so hot... you're so empty aren't you angel?” jimin asks so adoringly that you let out another soft sound at his endearment.
taehyung stared in awe as he tilted his head, it was as if your pussy itself was begging for their tongues and fingers on its own. they've never wanted anyone more, it was like you're the only woman in the world. they've always appreciated a female body but their bodies never reacted in such a way. they were never so mesmerized. they wanted to learn more about what made you moan or cry, where you liked being touched, what made you giggle and most importantly, what made your precious heart happy.
jimin chuckled with admiration when he saw you hiding your face between your hands because of how overwhelmed you felt from all their eyes on you at once.
“hey baby...”
he removed your hands from your face and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
“don't be shy… you're stunning. look at how hard you make us just from staring at you.”
your eyes fall on their tented bulge and it makes you exhale shakily, it was the proof of how true their words were and it gives you a little more strength. yoongi's tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“i bet she tastes even better than she looks.” he comments, tilting his head making your breath hitch.
jungkook still positioned closest, looked up at you with those piercing eyes. you gulped, feeling your stomach flutter.
“i... i've never had anyone look at me like this.” you whispered, trying to find words to say what you truly wanted.
“especially not all of you, i-it feels… too much but good. i feel wanted.. really wanted.”
your pussy gave a clench along with your words, drawing another groan from them by the sight of it and from your words.
“do you want me to eat your pussy baby? nice and slow mm?”
you nodded desperately and jungkook didn't waste time and dived in first, his tongue pressing against your entrance, dragging upward in one lap stroke all the way up to your clit.
“ahhh mm fuck—”
you squeaked at the sensation of his tongue and lip piercing combined and he let out a hiss at the taste. he took his time, eyes locked intensely on yours the entire time, never breaking contact as he repeated the motion, savoring every drop of you like it was the finest wine. the pressure was perfect, not too light and not too rough yet enough to make your hips jerk and your hands fist into the cushions beneath you.
“she tastes incredible joon.” he murmurs to namjoon beside him. you squirm at the feeling of the cool metal of his piercing hitting your clit.
you tasted sweet and tangy at once, it was everything.
your eyes fall closed, not being able to keep them open as your head falls back in sensation. jungkook paused, biting onto your inner thigh, making you gasp as your eyes pop open.
“look at me while i taste you or i stop.” he threatened.
you let out a long moan and kept your teary eyes open, the touches of others sending jolts straight to where jungkook was eating you. namjoon groped one of your breasts, squeezing it while hoseok rubbed his still clothed cock against your thigh not being able to help himself. a damn spot formed on his pants from the precum.
“you want a taste too?”
jungkook smirked at taehyung, who was watching him eat at you with hungry focused eyes and jungkook moved aside to let taehyung have a chance. his tongue felt different, slow yet so deep as he traced every fold with the tip of his tongue. he suckled gently on your clit, humming around it to make your toes curl. your pussy was blooming more and more for them.
“i could do this for hours mmm.” he moaned against you, his tongue dipping inside your hole a bit to collect your fluids.
during all these, your legs were held open so they could eat your pussy with no resistance at all. namjoon's mouth was on your breast now, replacing his hands sucking on your nipple and also leaving a hickey on the underside of it while yoongi watched everything with hooded eyes, squeezing himself over his pants.
“pleaseee!”
you whined loudly, pressing your hips harder towards taehyung's face, feeling yourself getting close but he pulled back slightly with a chuckle looking down at you.
“not yet darling, we all have to have a taste first don't we?”
from his words you knew that the torture was just beginning and you already felt like you'd cum but they were just beginning, they were about to take their sweet time. jimin pressed his mouth against you giving you teasing flicks of his tongue across your clit quickly that built the pressure rapidly before pulling back, leaving you whining pathetically and he almost felt bad but he enjoyed teasing you.
“aww.” jimin cooed, wickedness present as the others smirked.
“you want more don't you? but this pussy is too good to rush.” he rasps, catching a droplet of your arousal that leaks with the tip of his tongue.
in the meantime, jungkook and hoseok latched onto your nipples, simultaneously sucking and biting while their hands roamed your body taking the chance to discover your breasts too since they didn't before and you grabbed onto their hair, holding them to your chest while sobbing. yoongi grunted, watching your pussy while the denial makes your body shake. the room filled with your breathy moans and the wet sound of their mouths working on your body.
namjoon was the first to slide his fingers along your mound and his intentions make you pant as his middle finger presses against your clit, a needy whimper leaving you.
“so fucking wet baby. this pussy's been begging since the club hasn’t it?”
“want it uh…” you whined needily.
taehyung ran two of his long fingers along your outer lips, spreading them apart with his thumbs so namjoon and he could see every slick detail making your thighs quake.
“feel that? she's pulsing so much.” namjoon observed.
you moaned loudly, head falling back when namjoon's fingers breached your entrance before dipping inside so slowly while taehyung continued his exploration on the outer part of you. the feeling of having something inside you from them even if it's just one finger, felt heavenly almost euphoric as he curled his finger immediately against that spongy spot inside you.
“oh god… oh please.”
you let out brokenly your hand fisting jungkook's hair, who still lets little licks on your sensitive nipple. jimin chuckled, his fingers replacing taehyung's on your clit as namjoon added a second finger, scissoring them to open you up as you bit your lip to stifle the cries that were trying to escape and they didn’t like that one bit, they didn’t like you holding back in any way.
“let us hear you princess. don't hold back… that’s it.”
your lips parted to quiet little “ah ah ahs” as namjoon pumped two of his fingers while jimin and taehyung took turns flicking your clit up and down, side to side, whatever motion they desired. your arousal coated their hands and dripped down to soak the couch. your eyes widen when hoseok's hand joins namjoon's, his fingers teasing your entrance around namjoon's thrusting fingers. namjoon's lips curl up as he makes space for hoseok's, whose two fingers slide inside you so easily considering how wet you were.
“nghh oh god i—”
your words cut off in a cry as you felt your pussy stretch and accommodate four fingers. their fingers were already so thick that you were stretched beyond imagination, stretched more than even dicks alone had done to you from just their fingers. you couldn’t imagine what their cocks would do to you then. the burn was delicious, your hips rocked against them chasing the pleasure, feeling your orgasm get so close.
“unngh!”
you bite onto jungkook's clothed chest because he was the closest beside your head making him fist your hair.
“come on boys, make her feel it.”
he grins, earning aroused laughs from namjoon and hoseok. both their fingers curled against your g-spot while taehyung pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it there with a blinding pressure that has your eyes rolling back. your pussy clenching continuously on their invading fingers as they wiggled and twisted their finger inside you as if they were searching for something deep inside you and your legs thrashed, not being able to take too much.
“shhh… you're going so good.”
taehyung soothes you, sensing the overload of sensations. you cried out, back almost lifting off the couch despite the men holding you from all around, your walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion.
“yess fuckk, ah r-right there!”
you wanted more and wanted to escape at once, your mind couldn't catch up from the stretch and the curl, the constant pressure on your clit from multiple hands now taking turns also your breasts never being left alone. you didn’t even realize when namjoon and hoseok left your pussy so that jungkook's three fingers could take place inside you almost immediately, they slid in with no effort as he pumped them roughly.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
it makes loud wet noises that seem to override even your moans and gasps and the men around you groan at the noises too, a pained look on all their faces from holding back. jungkook watched your face contort in ecstasy, his jaw clenched.
“atta girl, squeezing so tight around me, so damn hot… yess.”
he hisses, his thighs starting to grind against the corner of the couch, wanting stimulation from how crazy you are driving him. jin watched everything with dark eyes rubbing against your inner thighs.
“you ready for two more fingers baby?”
jin asks, stroking one of your butt cheeks as you watch him with a swallow, wondering how you'd take two more fingers while jungkook had three inside already but your orgasm was so close you couldn’t think straight and by the way, your pussy was gaping, you wanted more.
“y-y-yes.” you stammered nervously.
“i'll be gentle yeah?” he coaxes.
slowly jin penetrated two of his fingers alongside jungkook's three moving ones, basically fisting you and you let out a loud cry, your toes curling.
“oh god, oh god.” you chanted.
they all watched the way your pussy accommodated several fingers, lips parting hungrily while you were a mess beneath them. they moved their fingers in and out slowly now, mindful of the fullness in a rhythm that had your juices overflowing with pornographic sounds leaving you. your thighs trembled hard and uncontrollably as you struggled to breathe, choking on your saliva.
“i-i can't... it's too much.. feels so good.”
the others paused their actions just to watch jungkook and jin having their moment, hitting your spots relentlessly. taehyung pressed down on your lower belly to heighten every sensation and to feel their fingers moving inside you. your hips bucked wildly but strong hands pinned you down, forcing you to take every bit of pleasure they gave and it was building higher and higher without mercy.
“ah please please let me cum! i need it, i'm so close hahngh.”
you babbled, not even making sense, your hand gripping hoseok's shirt so hard that it ripped, buttons flying all over. the orgasm was so close to hitting you and that's when they decided to stop altogether, fingers leaving your cunt and their touches stopping.
“noooo why?”
you sobbed out tears streaming down your face now. it was as if someone had just snatched your high from you after so long and it left you heartbroken and your body aching.
“we've got you baby.” jimin murmurs soothingly, his hand rubbing circles on your belly while you try to recover from the denial.
amidst that, taehyung had gone upstairs to grab a bottle of lube from a drawer before walking back downstairs, it's like they knew exactly what they planned to do. taehyung's eyes met yours with a smile that somehow made even this intimidating moment feel safe.
“you ever had your ass played with sweetheart?”
jungkook questions and you flush at the question, the hint of what's about to happen making you restless.
“i-i yes… i did touch myself a few times but i didn't have anyone inside t-there.” you stuttered shyly.
you had experimented and fingered yourself on your back hole during moments of need all alone, you even tried butt plugs but that was pretty much it. you weren't so experienced because no one had you there before.
“yeah? do you want us to be your first?” taehyung questions.
you huffed, leaning onto taehyung, your lips falling onto his throat and sucking a mark.
“just make me cum please.” you sign.
“fuck anything you want sweet baby.” he grunts.
their hands are already soothing over your thighs and palms spreading your legs wider, pressing them upward and against your breasts to give them better access to your lower portion.
“we'll go slow okay?”
hoseok's palm stroked the inside of your knee while jungkook's hand rested on your hip. you shuddered from a mix of nerves and arousal. you felt thrilled and excited for what was to come even despite the fact that they didn't let you cum.
yoongi grabs the lube from taehyung, his eyes falling on you, looking almost feral. he had been controlling himself all this time, watching the others have their fun with you while he didn't intervene at all because he was the type to strike at the right time and also because he wanted the part of you that no one took first so he'd held back. your heart races as you look at him lean over you, your hand gripping his shoulder on its own.
yoongi always did the most calculative unthinkable moves and when he attacked, it was always in the most intense way. he drizzled the lube, making the liquid trickle slowly over your tight asshole, you gasp at the sudden unfamiliar sensation.
“breathe for me, in and out.” he instructed and you tried following him, breathing in and out. he circled the pad of his finger around the puckered rim not pushing in yet, just feeling around.
“mmmmm… yeah…”
his free hand rubbed circles on your thigh, coaxing you to relax.
“you're doing so good already.”
jimin murmurs, leaning in closer from the other side, adding more lube with his fingers. it mixed with the juices already leaking from your pussy making everything even more slick while their eyes watched every twitch of your body and the moans that left you.
“ahh... it's cold but feels… good gahh.”
you whimpered, your hips shifting slightly as namjoon held one of your legs steady. they worked you open with patience. multiple fingers from different men joined in. yoongi's thumb continued rubbing over your rim along with jungkook's finger.
“oh—!”
you squealed as taehyung's two fingers sank back into your pussy, doing that scissoring motion making you sob. it seemed more intensified because of your rear being touched.
“fuck she's so tight back here.” jungkook groans and yoongi nods in acknowledgement before slowly pushing the tip of his finger inside as you tense.
“relax just let me in...” yoongi rasps.
you gripped his wrist, whining, trying to not clench too hard while hoseok grabs your thigh, stroking your skin to distract you from any discomfort. yoongi's finger sank deeper and the lube made him sink all the way in so suddenly that you cried out raw.
“oh god... h-hahh.”
yoongi cursed at the feeling of how tight you are.
“color?”
he asks, your bottom lip quivers at his caring tone despite how long he'd held back.
“g-green.”
you gasped and he smirked slowly, starting to pump his fingers while jimin and jungkook touched around your stretched rim or your clit while taehyung still had his fingers pumping, both of them delivering careful thrusts. there was pleasure, pain and so so much ecstasy. you never thought getting fingered on the pussy and ass could feel so good as you couldn't stop moaning. namjoon's mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple.
“haah… haah…”
you felt like you'd burst when hoseok leaned closer to your pussy to lick at it, flicking it over your clit. the dual assault combined with the fingers till stretching and pumping inside both your holes was mind shattering and you could barely think straight. namjoon's suction on your nipple intensified, teeth grazing while the others held your legs open, preventing you from closing them against the overwhelming stimulation. yoongi's fingers curled inside your ass, touching the spot that you didn't even know existed and his fingers were extra long, as were taehyung's and both of them continued fucking you with them.
“ah-ah-ah-ah—fuck!”
you saw stars behind your eyelids with tongues on your pussy and the slide of fingers knuckle deep in your ass and cunt and the pull on your breasts. your nipples felt like they were on fire from the constant sucks and bites they received, they were swollen and almost reddened. all of the several sensations were about to do it for you.
“please… p-please! i can't...”
your voice breaks into a series of whimpers.
“i'm gonna... i need to cum... ahh please let me cum!”
they didn't stop their movements at all, drawing it out even slower to heighten the peak.
“yeah?”
he curled his fingers again and again just to see you tremble.
“you only get to cum when we say so.”
jungkook rasps against your clit before sucking into it even harder between his lips, humming vibrations through it making you twitch and wail out.
“please please.” you chant, your head thrashing side to side.
hoseok licks you all over, lapping at the lube and your juices mixed together. namjoon switched to your other nipple, biting down gently while his other hand massaged the first breast. the pressure built unbearably. your asshole and pussy clenching around the digits, every muscle in your body tensed, toes cuddling in your heels as the orgasm finally crashed over you with their permission.
“that's it, let go. cum for us.” yoongi commanded softly, his hand stroking your thigh.
your first orgasm of the night ripped through you and it was more intense than anything you've felt, the first best orgasm of your life. your pussy gushed around taehyung's fingers and your ass spasmed around yoongi's while you screamed, body shaking violently.
“ahh! fuckkk.”
you cursed as you saw stars behind your eyelids while they continued licking and fingering you through it. spurts of liquid left your pussy soaking the couch and their hands and they all groaned, licking at it. even yoongi leaned down to get a taste while making animalistic noises. the aftershocks making you twitch and whimper, your chest heaving as they slowly eased their fingers out making you whimper at the loss. their hands didn't leave you entirely, now murmuring praises.
“you did so well angel...” jimin cooed, kissing your thigh.
their eyes couldn't get enough of you as yoongi brought his glistening fingers to your lips for you to taste yourself.
“mhmm.” you licked obediently, feeling dazed and blissful, doing the same to taehyung's sloppily while still breathing hard.
they let you catch your breath while they looked at you with hunger and need that it made your chest tighten, wondering what they'd do next. that's when one by one they began to undress themselves fully, shedding off their dress shirts and pants that had already been partially opened. the clink of belts and the metallic sound of it makes your eyes hooded as you swallow, staring at them.
taehyung undressed first, taking off his shirt then pushed down his pants and boxers together, revealing his big cock. your eyes widened at how long it was, flushed at the tip from his need as he kicked away his pants. namjoon was next, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular body, the type that came from gym sessions. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward with a prominent vein running along the underside, already glistening with precum.
jimin had all lean muscle, his abs rippling, the nevermind tattoo and the tattoos on his back as he revealed a perfectly shaped dick, not the longest but girthy enough to make your pussy clench at the sight, it looked like it was perfect to hit every sensitive spot. jungkook revealed his tattooed body next as he stripped, your mouth watering at the sight of his tattoos and muscles, revealing a cock that was both long and thick, veiny and aggressive looking, standing proud and pointing at you.
hoseok was confident in his bareness, he just seemed to have a flexible physique like he could put you in any position he wanted, his huge cock bouncing free, slapping against his stomach. jin moved next, revealing his broad chest and shoulder that you stared at with parted lips, his cock was thick as well and he was utterly shameless in it when he grabbed it and gave it a slow stroke, smirking at the way your eyes widened.
finally yoongi undressed last because he was too busy savoring your reactions to the others getting naked. his body was lean and strong, his pale skin makes him sexier and you gasped when his cock was exposed like it was a weapon, along with a slight thickness that promised deep thrusts and he was leaking steadily.
you were in pure awe as you took them all in, surrounded by such raw masculinity in every way possible. it felt so much more fierce because they were all bare. that you didn't even know whom to admire, you wished you had the capability to admire them all at once and to your heart's content. they were magnificent, each uniquely breathtaking and exerted dominance and masculine perfection and their cocks? they were all intimidating despite being different and you couldn't stop staring at them, you wondered if you were drooling.
you felt so incredibly powerful and unreal that you affected the men like that, they were all hard and leaking precum just for you. your pussy still throbbed from the aftershocks but couldn't stop clenching.
“oh my god...”
you whispered, your cheeks burning as you stared openly unable to look away. nothing in the world mattered in that moment except them, the way their bodies looked and the way muscles shifted under their hard and ready cocks because of you. you still couldn't believe that this was happening.
“you're all... so big.”
your tongue felt loose, the words leaving on their own. the men's egos boosted at your reaction, some smirking while the others looked at you heatedly. jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his piercing caught between his teeth.
“fuckk look at her staring like that, like we're the only thing she's ever wanted.”
he murmurs and namjoon chuckles deeply before nodding. you got that look in your eyes. they've had such powerful companies bow for them yet nothing compared to the way you looked at them right now. they didn't even want to compare you to anyone else, you were that special. they felt irresistible in your eyes.
“keep looking at us like that baby and we won't last long enough for everything we want to do to you.” hoseok grumbles.
you shifted forward onto your knees without needing much prompting, your knees sinking to the hard floor but jin quickly grabbed a cushion from the couch and gently placed it under your knees.
“don't want you bruising those pretty knees princess.” he says, stroking your hair once before stepping back as your heart flutters.
the seven of them formed a circle around you, their cocks at your eye level until you could get their clean male scent so well. your pussy dripping anew with eagerness. yoongi stepped forward first. he gathered your hair into a loose ponytail with one hand, pulling you close with a firm tug.
“open those sweet lips for me baby.” he rasps.
you parted your lips with a whimper and he slowly fed his cock into your mouth inch by inch. the taste of salty precum and clean skin made you moan as you took him deeper, your tongue swirling and he groaned, his eyes half closed in pleasure.
“good girl just like that. your mouth feels incredible.”
you relaxed your throat even more at the praise, wanting to do the best for him, taking him further until your nose brushed his pelvis, your eyes watering at the stretch. he held you there for long moments by your hair, savoring the tight heat then his hips started rolling lazily. his free hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear.
“look at me while you take it… yeah just like that.” he growls.
the others watched intently, hands stroking their own cocks.
“she's handling yoongi so well.” hoseok commented huskily.
“look at her throat bulging a little, goddamn it.”
yoongi fucked your throat with such deepness that it left you gasping and moaning around him. he took your mouth for several long minutes, knowing others are still waiting so he reluctantly pulled out with a pop.
“perfect start sweetheart.” he praised.
jin moved in next, he tapped the head of his cock against your tongue almost immediately without letting you catch your breath. doing it a few times enough to make you whine.
“tongue out.” he ordered.
you obeyed dragging your tongue along his cock, letting out an “mmm” at the way he throbbed under your attention. then he guided you lower.
“now my balls suck them.”
jin was a balls kind of man, he had such sensitive balls and he loved it when they were sucked nice and gentle so you did exactly that. you leaned in, taking one into your mouth sucking while your tongue massaged it. your hand came up to cradle the other heavy one. jin let out a long satisfied moan, his head falling back.
“just like that... fuck… you're a natural. swirl your tongue more.”
you tried your best to follow his words, alternating between sucking and kicking while your other hand stroked his shaft as well, not leaving any part of him unattended. he grinned at how eager you were taking care of him so well even after everything they did to you earlier. you were worshipping his balls like they were your favorite treat.
“don't forget the rest of us baby.”
namjoon chuckles, the others making amused impatient noises, dying to get the feel of your mouth. your lips were already swollen and glistened when you pulled off jin's balls to breathe and he was about to slide his cock inside your mouth but hoseok was already taking his place next, his cock throbbing as he guided your head with one hand tangled in your hair.
“come here baby.” he murmurs, making your stomach flip.
your lips remained parted on their own so he slid it inside efficiently. your hand was placed on his thighs to hold on as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.
“shitt.” hoseok groans, his hips beginning to fuck your mouth, each thrust pushing him deeper until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. you gagged as you heard wet slaps of his skin meeting your face as he picked up the pace, your moans drawing vibrations around him.
“yes… yes keep sucking like you mean it.” he rasps.
“so fucking pretty with your mouth full.” hoseok rocks into your mouth with a few more rolls.
his fingers tightened just enough in your hair to guide you, snapping his hips and burying himself deeper inside your mouth. from his ragged breaths and groans you felt that he was close and he wasn't letting go so easily. saliva dripped down your chin and onto your bouncing breasts.
“ahh.” hoseok pants as you licked along the underside of his shaft on a particularly hard thrust.
“you're gonna make me lose it if you keep that up.”
you only quickened your movements as the men around you were feeding off the sight.
“easy there hobi, don't wear her out too soon.” taehyung teased.
“yeah save some of that energy for the rest of us, give us a chance,” namjoon added, pumping his fist slowly over his cock. jungkook beside him, doing the same.
hoseok even though he was so close, pulled back, breathing hard as he petted your head as if you'd done a good job. they'd all planned to cum together and hoseok didn't wanna break the rule first. namjoon cupped your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over your precum soaked lips.
“you okay baby? want more?” he asked, checking in before taking his own moment.
“hah y-yes.” you nodded eagerly.
he filled your mouth completely with his cock from how slippery it was from all the fluids of others and your drooling mouth. his hand moved to rest on your throat, just cough to feel the bulge of his cock with every roll forward and you gagged, tears streaming down your face as you tried your hardest to breathe through your nose. his fingers flexed slightly as he controlled the pace so you took him to the hilt, he groans at the way your throat constricts around him.
“this throat feels so tight and good.” he murmurs. eyes half lidded as he watches the outline move under his hand.
“ugnngh!” you make a throaty sound that makes his grip tighten more. he loves the sight of you choking on his cock.
“she's taking it all... so hot.” yoongi observed, his cock still glistening from when you'd sucked his earlier and he used that to stroke himself.
namjoon's thrust grows faster as he fucks your mouth and the eyes and praises of others made your head spin and your thighs squeezing together from the frustration and need to finish once again. jimin stepped up, not wanting to wait any longer and as namjoon's eyes fell on him, he slipped out with a growl.
“perfect... you're absolutely perfect.” jimin hums with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he rubbed the head of his cock along your bottom lip first, tapping it lightly against your tongue without fully entering inside your mouth, pulling back whenever you leaned forward eagerly.
“ah ah, not yet angel.” he cooed.
“chase it… show me how bad you want my cock.”
you let out a whine, eyeing his cock with glistening eyes, tongue out sluttily but he was having his fun making you work for it. you part your lips, your tongue darting out to taste him, only for him to shift his hips to pull his cock away from you at the last second, leaving you whimpering and shifting on your knees. you watched helplessly as a bead of precum left him that you couldn't catch with your tongue, your mouth watering for more.
when he finally let you have him, it was just the tip sliding past your lips before he withdrew again and he let out a smirk. he sure had incredible patience to do this because the others were eager for your mouth while jimin was taking his sweet time. he makes you chase after it, your lips trying to suck him in desperately, each time he allows you just the head of his cock licking off his precum.
“p-please.” you sobbed.
“don't be such a tease jimin.. give our girl what she wants.”
jungkook chuckles hotly and the others nodded with a grin enjoying jimin's little game
“she's loving it though, she'll work even better on me once he's done.” taehyung adds with a grunt, already having made up his mind that he will go next.
“yeah? you want it bad baby?” jimin snarls and before you could reply, he abruptly filled your mouth with his cock, making your eyes widen.
“then suck it good will you?”
you suckled instantly, like you've been given water itself after being thirsty for so long, bobbing your head while making sputtering noises.
taehyung's turn came too slowly as if he knew exactly what he was doing. he sat on the edge of the couch unlike others who decided to take your mouth, standing on his long legs, man spreading so you're able to kneel comfortably between them. his dark eyes locked onto yours without blinking. taehyung's focus was solely on you. he reached down to gently stroke your tear streaked cheeks, it was such a tender touch compared to how hard and throbbing he was against your lips.
“you ready baby?” he murmurs.
you flushed, parting your lips slowly as you enveloped him with your mouth lapping onto the very tip of him as his taste fills your senses. his hand continued to stroke your cheek like you were his darling even as you sucked deeper.
“ugh!” he hissed, hips twitching as he lets you set the pace at first, loving the way you lap at his tip.
“your mouth feels like heaven... keep those pretty eyes on me, don't look away.”
the eye contact made it even more intoxicating as you tried to look up at him through blurry vision due to your tears and it made it even more intimate while he hit the back of your throat.
“just like that.” his head falls back onto the couch with a gasp.
jungkook follows soon, walking up to you with his belt, pulling your mouth off taehyung's cock with a slight tug in your hair that makes you moan. he was so impatient and rough after waiting so long for everyone to have their turns, his hand gripping your hair hard enough for pain to mix with pleasure. taehyung watches with a smirk, a little annoyed that his fun was cut short but he lets the youngest have his fun.
jungkook clasped the belt around your throat like a collar making you gasp, he used it as a handle as he pushed his cock inside your mouth in one go. he growled at the feeling, rolling his hips, throaty noises coming out of you from how immediately he reached the depths of your throat.
“take it deeper… ugh just like that.”
his hips delivered more sharp pumps while pulling your head forward with the help of the belt and you struggled to breathe properly, choking on his cock and your tears, he slowed just a little after a while.
“breathe through your nose baby. you're doing amazing.” he grumbles.
you breathe shakily as he pulls his cock out for a bit to let you breathe.
“mmph-”
your noise gets interrupted because he lets you take one inhale before driving back inside your mouth with full force. what started as you giving jungkook head led to more when the desperation in the group increased and they couldn't keep themselves away especially from how near they were from jerking off and also from the attention you've given to every single one of them differently and you knew what the men wanted without even proper words as you slowly started switching between all seven of them.
there were seven cocks surrounding you in a loose circle and you struggled to even focus properly. one moment your mouth was full with jimin's length sliding in and out of your mouth while yoongi's hand guided your hand to his cock from the side so you'd be able to jerk him off simultaneously.
“ah ah... mmmphmm.”
a mix of their husky moans and your muffled noises was all that could be heard. next you were turning to take namjoon's girth while both your hands jerked hoseok's and jin's cocks in rhythm. your palms were fully slick with spit and precum as you stroked them from the base to the tip.
“she's literally made for this.” namjoon rumbles as he holds your jaw, thrusting into your mouth.
“she can handle all of us together uh-huh?” jungkook lets out an amused groaned noise.
the different tastes and sizes were sensory overload for you, jin's cock filling your mouth and you also switched to sucking his balls like he liked while jungkook rubbed his dick against your face, leaving wet trails of precum on your pink cheeks. their hands didn't leave your body either, fingers tweaking your nipples, stroking your thighs or even guiding your head to the next cock. all this made you drip all over the floor, your pussy producing so much essence. you pulled off taehyun's cock with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his tip, only for hoseok to messily kiss you right after, his tongue tangling with yours and he growls at the saltiness from everyone before pushing your mouth back to yoongi's cock.
“oh...” you squealed.
when taehyung rubbed his cock against your cleavage, sliding down to flick your abused nipple with the tip of his cock
“tae pass her to me.” jungkook breathes out.
you whimpered as taehyung pushed your head on jungkook's cock so you'd be able to suck onto him while you twisted and pumped other cocks, occasionally leaning to lick or suck on balls or kiss the heads messily. no one came yet, they were holding back and edging themselves while you rotated between two or three cocks demanding your attention.
they noticed the way your thighs trembled and the sticky mess that was falling on the cushion between your legs and they didn't like neglecting you like that while you were working so hard on them. a shared look of understanding passed between taehyung and jungkook before they kneeled in front of you, making your eyes widen as they positioned you so your legs are spread while your mouth and hands are still able to work on others.
“ah-hahh, shit…”
jungkook and taehyung bury their heads between your spread thighs, their hot mouths devouring your pussy with hunger as your mouth couldn’t stop producing mindless noises. jungkook's tongue dragged slowly from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit in long strokes, his lip piercing hitting your clit every time, sending shivers up your spine with every pass. taehyung focused on tracing every fold with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your clit whenever jungkook moved his focus on your opening.
“hmm...”
he hummed, the vibration along with the dual sensations was overwhelming. both their mouths worked insistently as if they had all the time in the world, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other sloppily while your hips bucked. around you, the other five men stroked their thick cocks with pumps of their fists, their dark eyes locked on your writhing body.
“fuckk.” namjoon breathes.
his large hand gripped his length firmly, thumb swiping over the leaking tip as he watched jungkook's tongue disappear inside you continuously. you looked so goddamn pretty taking both their tongues like that.
“she's making a mess joon. watch how much she’s leaking.”
seokjin's lips curved up in a smirk as he let out a raspy chuckle with namjoon, both of them stroking their cocks side by side.
“she sure is.” he groans.
jin couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to grope one of your heaving tits to roll and pinch the nipple until you whimpered. hoseok's hips suddenly snapped forward, slapping against your parted lips. he panted smearing his precum on your bottom lip.
“mmph!” you let out a muffled sob when in one go, hoseok stuffs your mouth full of cock, almost cutting off your airflow, his eyes growing half lidded with lust and pleasure. yoongi and jimin were almost hypnotized with the sight of your pussy being so thoroughly eaten as hoseok grabs the belt around your throat that was being used as a collar and uses it as leverage to fuck your throat. pulling you closer with sharp tugs of the belt, fucking your mouth like his personal sex toy while choking you with the collar.
gluck. gluck. gluck.
the wet sounds of your throat getting fucked were all that was ringing in your ears along with the obscene slurps and sucks from between your legs. the men around you let out shared masculine moans and groans. you let out broken whines that you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried, struggling to breathe.
“oh god...”
jungkook growled against your cunt as the two mouths between your thighs pushed you higher and higher. they held you apart when your thighs trembled so the others could get the perfect view.
“you're clenching so damn much baby.”
taehyung grumbles as two of his fingers slide inside you effortlessly from how slippery and wet you were while jungkook's tongue focused on your clit with renewed vigor.
“she's probably gonna cum again… she’s squirming so much.” jimin says and the other men made noises of affirmations.
hoseok pulled his cock out not giving you a chance to catch your breath as yoongi takes position and is already grabbing a fistful of your hair. he feeds you his cock and you couldn't help but clench on jungkook's tongue, making him let out a muffled groan, diving in again while taehyung latched onto your clit.
“taste so fucking sweet, are you gonna cum again for us princess?” taehyung pulls back enough to speak.
“ummmhg.” you let out a whine on yoongi's cock and he smirked
“yeah you will?”
one of his fingers joining to curl inside your pussy, making you sob, your eyes closing on their own. the others around you stroked their cocks right in front of your faces, stroking faster and faster, their breaths growing ragged muscles tensing. they also made you switch between sucking cocks of whomever you could and squeezing until you almost forgot whose cock you were touching or whose one was getting inside your mouth, you just blindly followed whatever they guided on you while jungkook and taehyung kept fingering and licking you beneath, stroking their own cocks. your boobs sometimes groped or squeezed against their cocks and also slid against each other. their eyes devouring your tear streaked flushed face, your body twitching hard.
you knew that they were so close. one by one they began to cum in sequence. all you could hear were groans and curses and the noises of liquid hitting the floor. jungkook pulled back from your pussy when he reached his peak with a harsh breath, stroking himself furiously over your mound before letting thick ropes of cum land across your pussy lips and clit, painting them white.
“fuuuuck yes marking this cunt right up.”
he hissed through gritted teeth while taehyung continued licking around the mess tasting your juices and jungkooks release mixed together with a moan his hand working faster as well. you pant against jimin's thigh, your forehead rested against it, all your attention diverted to the men coming around you instead of your own pleasure. namjoon aimed for your open mouth as you panted, his cum shooting across your tongue.
“shallow for me, take every drop.”
he commanded and you obeyed, gulping down everything. there was a slight bitter edge to his cum and you loved it. seokjin followed next, groaning deeply as he came across your tits and stomach, squeezing the last beads onto your skin while you squirmed.
“shitt yes yes...”
hoseok lets out groans as he cums against your cheek and lips, some landing on your tongue as you lick it up instinctively. jimin and yoongi targeted your breasts and belly, adding to the mess that now coated your upper body and within a few minutes, taehyung cums all over your ass cheeks too. the sticky warm fluid was everywhere and there was so much of it sliding over your curves, dripping down your sides and mixing with your sweat. fingers from some of them joined in pushing their combined release into your mouth, feeding you more as you moaned around the digits.
“such a good little cumslut.”
yoongi murmurs, roughly pushing two fingers coated in cum past your lips for you to suck clean. the taste of their release mixed together was so erotic that you couldn't stop gasping and whimpering. their cum slid down your forehead and eyelashes and they loved it, it made them even more possessive at the sight of you glazed by them.
you were their personal canvas.
taehyung scooped some of his cum from your ass and brought it to your lips too.
“shallow it all down baby, show us how much you love being ours.” he exhales.
jungkook and hoseok rubbed their softening cocks against your cum covered tits, smearing the white fluid further while namjoon and jin worked with their fingers to gather more and feed it to you, making you drink copious amounts of seed.
jin made you clean his cock properly while he groaned in approval before yoongi joined in, letting you clean every trace of his release, sucking at the tip while he stroked your hair. hoseok went next, guiding your head as you took him deeper while residual cum dripped from your chin and onto his shaft. he murmurs out soft praises while you move to clean namjoon as well with slow licks, smiles on all their faces in the afterglow.
you cleaned taehyung and jungkook together while they caressed your cheeks sweetly, ending with jimin, finishing cleaning all of them thoroughly.
your breasts heaved with every inhale as there was silence for a bit while you leaned there on the floor, your thighs quivering from the multiple edges they'd brought you with their tongues and fingers. your mind was hazy after giving all of them head even though they'd made you swallow a lot of it. cum still dropped slowly from your chin and onto your collarbone, you could still taste some on your lips. jungkook panted and moved closer first as he looked at you with lingering hunger as he brushed a strand of hair from your sticky forehead.
“so beautiful covered in us... you took everything we gave you.” he murmurs in genuine awe.
taehyung nodded in response.
“are you feeling okay y/n?”
the others gathered closer too. hoseok wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, jimin biting his lip as he admired the view and yoongi watched you, all of them waiting for your response. you nodded weakly at first, your throat hurting from sucking them and the constant moaning.
“i... am good more than good, that was...”
you couldn't find the proper words to finish your sentence but you were honest, it was everything and you shifted slightly, still feeling the ache of your unfinished release. the men exchanged glances, silent communication passing through them.
“she's still with us guys.”
jungkook said with a grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead. jin reaches down to take off the belt from around your throat, letting you breathe properly. the belt left a pink mark that made them let out appreciative noises.
“drink some water first, you've worked hard and if we're gonna keep this going, you need to stay hydrated.”
hoseok coos as he walks over to grab a cool water bottle from the fridge, having no shame in walking around naked, his cock bouncing and it makes you flush harder. he uncapped it, holding it to your lips himself, tilting it carefully so you could sip slowly. it soothed your raw throat as you drank greedily, some of it spilled down your throat mixing with their cum.
even drinking water looked sinful on you.
they let you rest for a few longer minutes, their presence comforting you, hands roaming soothingly on your body while murmuring praises about how responsive you've been and how well you took them.
“think she's ready for more?” taehyung asked the group.
“she's nodding already, she's eager... aren't you angel?”
you smiled as you let out a sigh.
“yeah... i wanna continue.”
you admitted, your voice gaining new strength, no longer hoarse after the water and the break from them. the men lit up with renewed need, their cocks already twitching back to life at your words.
after a few more minutes of the rest period, they also helped wipe you clean with some tissues, not wanting you to be uncomfortable because of the stickiness and for what was coming next and they did that slowly, taking their time even if some of their cocks were already standing hard.
seokjin scooped you up as if you weighed nothing and into a bridal style, your body pressing against his chest. you gasped at the sudden lift, your arms wrapping around his neck, feeling his heart thud beneath your palm which told you that his heartbeat matched with yours. the others followed as jin carried you upstairs, your head resting against his chest, inhaling his scent.
“we've got you beautiful.” jin whispered.
they led you into the massive master bedroom which had a soft light giving a sensual glow. jin laid you gently in the very center of the bed, your body sinking into the mattress while they stood taking you in and how your thighs pressed together instinctively. there was so much desperation and anticipation. you were gonna lose a lot of fluids before the nights over so they were glad that you drank water.
“tell us baby... do you wanna keep going?”
you nodded, feeling impatient but still a little over the moon from their constant checks but you felt so good and naughty that you couldn't stop anymore.
“i want you all raw please... i-i'm on birth control, i want you inside..” you whine sultrily.
you didn't give them a moment to react before you shifted onto your hands and knees in the center of the bed, arching your back, invitingly presenting yourself to him. your ass swayed slightly as you looked over your shoulder and at them with half lidded eyes, your hair falling on one shoulder.
“make me yours tonight, use me like your little toy.”
the words came out confidently with no hint of nervousness, all your shyness and shame gone as you wiggled your hips in an attempt to seduce as if they weren't already. your spread thighs gave them the best view of your cum soaked puffy pussy. you have no idea what you've just unleashed and you're gonna face the consequences of that.
“did you hear that guys? she's already begging to be bred.” namjoon said with a wicked smile.
“that's exactly what we're gonna do.” jimin adds.
they couldn't wait to watch you take every load of cum inside your pussy. they've been pretty lenient with your mouth but they don't think that they'll go any easier on all your holes when you've just given them free rein. hours of pleasure were still to arrive.
yoongi of course was the first one to claim you based on the knowing look from the others who knew that he was going to be first as a primal look took place in his expression. without a word at first, he pulled you onto his lap in reverse cowgirl position making you yelp. your back pressed flush against his chest so that every other man in the room had a perfect view of your body. he gripped your hips firmly before one wrapped up to wrap around your throat making your breath hitch.
“y-yoongi..” you stammered as he bites your earlobe.
“sir. call us sir.” he corrects you, making you swallow, already lifting your hips enough to keep you suspended over his cock.
“sir... ahhh, oh my gosh.”
he rolls his hips, letting the head of his cock drag between your folds teasingly before notching himself right at your entrance and sliding inside you inch by inch while you can't stop writhing.
“nghh.” you let out a mewl when he was fully seated and he didn't waste much time before starting to thrust, the head of his cock dragging inside you with every grind making your walls flutter around him.
“so fucking tight.”
he grunts, his eyes half closing. the feeling was better than any drugs or money could provide, the feeling of your warm tight hole around him. the other men were already feeling jealous and extremely impatient, wanting to get a feel of your pussy too. they started pumping their cock with their hands, all their eyes locked on where yoongi's cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.
in and out. in and out.
“ahh fuck... you're squeezing me so good like you never want me to leave this pussy.” he growls.
his thrusts remained torturous, sometimes circling his hips in a way to make him go deep and it made you let out the most delicious noises, his lips brushing against your ear as his grip on your throat tightened just a fraction. his free hand slid down to spread your folds wider with two fingers to expose you for the viewing pleasure of others and they could see every intricate detail of how he fucked you. the way his cock filled you and pressed against your inner walls, your body trembled as did your thighs on either side of his legs from their gazes.
you were also shocked at how they were all rock hard again so soon, their cocks hard and heavy as they jerked themselves lazily, enjoying the show yoongi was putting on. your pussy clenched around yoongi's length as he fucked you with measured thrusts that seemed to reach deeper than physically possible. the hand around your throat made your head spin, heightening every sensation until you felt like you might shatter. you were also having a cock inside you after years and he was so big that you couldn't remain still, it felt like you might shatter any moment.
“yoongi… oh god, it's so deep.” you gasped out, hands gripping his thighs for leverage as you tried to meet his thrusts.
he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back as he picks up the pace just a notch, snapping his hips up.
“too much for you huh?”
“let them know how much you love it shitt.”
he sent you spiraling, your walls fluttering as you felt the orgasm build for the second time tonight, your entire body tensing. the others couldn't take their eyes off you, their chests tightening along with their hands on their cocks. with a final deep thrust and a loud groan, he buried himself fully inside you, his cock twitching as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.
“yess yes...”
you babbled as his cock kept moving, some of his cum pushing out with his pumps. it triggered your own climax crashing over you hard making you convulse hard around him, your juices coming out as your back arched against him.
“that's it.”
he encouraged, his hand loosening on your throat to grip both your thighs as he kept going slowly through both your orgasms, ensuring you felt every throb. the others let out groans as well, their strokes pausing momentarily at how you both orgasmed.
“you tired her out already man.” hoseok laughed breathlessly, his cock twitching.
yoongi stayed inside you for a long moment, grinding to push his cum deeper as you rested against him while breathing hard. he didn't wanna leave the feel of you around him so soonbbut he reluctantly eased out with a wet pop, a trail of fluid leaking down your thighs. you made a frustrated little sound at the empty feeling. hoseok gave yoongi a smirk, the energy was practically wafting off him even before he reached you as he patted yoongi on the shoulder.
“you set the bar high didn't you huh?”
yoongi's lips curled, feeling satisfied but already looking forward to his next turn with you.
“take your time with her then.” he whispers to hoseok.
you were already limp, pussy clenching around nothing, eyes glassy as you looked up at hoseok. he flipped you onto all fours, positioning you to face the large mirror on the opposite wall so you could watch yourself while the others got a view too and it already has you panting. he lined up behind you and right on your slit, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. he didn't give you any moment to suck in a breath, it was so abrupt it knocked the air out of your lungs. he slammed home all the way inside with one thrust, stretching you open again amidst yoongi's cum.
“ahhh!” you screamed.
the hard fucking began immediately, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, his balls hitting your clit with every deep plunge. each thrust drove you forward slightly on the bed, your breasts swinging while you watched your face contorted in pleasure in the mirror along with the way his cock drove inside you and it made you even hornier and turned on.
“look at yourself and how good this cunt is taking my cock.” he snarled.
his one hand fisted your hair to keep your head up, forcing you to watch yourself. the others made manly noises enthusiastically, full of dirtiness.
“go harder hobi, she loves it rough.” jungkook urged
“she's absolutely gone.” jimin chuckles darkly, watching you in the mirror, leaning closer for a better view.
“uh… uh… uh…”
you let out with each thrust of his. the position and the angle make hoseok hit that spot inside you over and over and especially that combined with the cum inside you makes everything wetter, sloppier, more obscene. your walls fluttered wildly as you felt another of your orgasms building so fast from the brutal pace.
“s-s-sir, it's so good gahh!” you moaned loudly, pushing back against him desperately.
hoseok had started pounding into you with an intensity, his hands gripping your hips to keep you anchored in one place, your walls fluttering around him as the pressure built higher and higher towards another peak. hoseok's breath came in growls as he chased his own release he was so close to.
“gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” he groans but just as your orgasm hovered right on the brink, it all suddenly stopped.
jungkook moved closer all of a sudden, his hand shooting forward with determination.
“it's my turn now.”
jungkook gruffs out. it was like he was possessed by lust at the sight of your pussy being taken by others and he couldn't control himself, all he wanted was to feel you around him and couldn't even wait for a single moment. he was already pulling hoseok back by the shoulder and he let out a frustrated groan, his cock slipping out of your dripping heat.
“jungkook what the fuck? i was so close, she was right there clenching like she was going to cum any second too.”
hoseok complained, his cock throbbing angrily in the air, glistening as he shot jungkook a half annoyed and half amused glare, wiping sweat from his brow as he stepped aside reluctantly.
“you can have her right after man.” jungkook promised with a smirk at his lips. he scooped you up in a second from the bed as if you were nothing more than a delicate doll made for his pleasure.
“right now i wanna have her like this and fuck her.” he declared smugly, his eyes locked on yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.
it makes you let out a long moan because you loved it and this is what you wanted, wanted them to reduce you to their sexual plaything to pass around and claim as they pleased and it sent a shameful heat to your core. it turned you on more than you care to admit. another gush of wetness trickled down your thighs as jungkook maneuvered you into position. everyone was silent for a beat, a little shocked at the raw power jungkook exerted himself when he lifted you completely off the ground and into a full suspended hold, his strong arms hooked under your knees, folding your legs up and apart and blanching you like that, completely immobilizing you and exposing you. somehow the position made your puffy pussy get even more exposed to everyone. your back pressed against his chest while he stood as if he wasn't just balancing your whole body with just his arms alone.
you yelped sharply at the vulnerability of it all, your body suspended mid air, utterly at his mercy, your heels dangling.
“j-jungkook—”
he cut off your words with a click of his tongue, making a disapproving noise.
“yoongi specified to call us all 'sir' didn't he? you're seeking to get punished hmm?”
your lips part from his words, the position working against you in the nastiest way.
“i'm sorry sir.” you signed.
“now that's more like it.”
“she looks so helpless like that.” namjoon murmurs from the side, watching the way your pussy lips parted invitingly.
“jungkook's showing off his strength again.”
taehyung nods, grabbing a cigarette from the drawer beside him and lighting it with a flick of his lighter, taking a puff of smoke and blowing it out while his other hand strokes his cock.
“stretch that cunt wide for us.” seokjin grins.
“she's probably just soaking even more just from being held like that.”
hoseok adds, watching patiently, waiting to strike as soon as jungkook finishes but enjoying the show as well. jungkook adjusted his grip, his cock nudging insistently against your entrance. he teases you for a bit, rubbing the broad head up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your essence while you whimpered and squirmed in his hold.
“you want this don't you baby? want me to fuck you mid air like the needy slut you are for us?” he growled hotly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“ohh yes please sirr... fuck me..”
and as quick as those words left your lips, jungkook slowly buried himself inside you, the sheer force lifting you slightly higher before gravity pulled you back down on his length. you saw stars behind your eyes from his size and the position made you tighter than anything. you cried out when he started moving using his immense strength to bounce you up and down his cock. each upward drive of his hips sent his cock slamming into you, producing loud wet noises as your juices coated him and dropped down onto the floor below.
“aaahh… yes…”
your body jolted, tits jiggling wildly, your head thrown back against his shoulder as moans poured uncontrollably from your lips. he kept his hands tight below your thighs, it kept unable to do anything more than take everything he gave you. his muscles strained from the efforts, veins popping along his arms and neck but he showed no signs of tiring, only pure focus.
“shittt she's creaming all over your cock already.” jimin observed.
“pound that pussy kook.” taehyung whistles, taking in another puff of his cigarette.
“don't forget to save some for me later, you greedy brat.”
hoseok added with a laugh. jungkook was clearly wearing you out quickly and the words from them only seemed to fuel him further. his thrusts are growing faster and harder, your cries escalating. he adjusted the angle slightly, grinding deep on every downstroke so his cock head kissed your cervix repeatedly while your pussy tightly held him, he felt so much bigger than he already was. the pressure built rapidly inside you, the unfinished orgasm from hoseok has left it coming back in full force so that it was almost painful, your clit twitching hard and untouched.
“sirrr gahh fuck i'm gonna—” your voice breaks in a wail.
“cum for me, let everyone watch.”
he commanded through gritted teeth, his own release approaching fast as he felt your pussy spasming. a loud scream that ended in a sob left you as you came harder than you ever had, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you'd never squirted ever in your life and it was the very first time that your body couldn't keep up with it. clear fluid gushed out around his pistoning cock in squirts, soaking his thighs fully and landing so much of it down to the floor in a puddle. your vision whitened, every inch of your body locking up in ecstasy. jungkook groaned deeply, the feeling of your squirting pussy pushing him over the edge.
“fuckk yes take it all.”
he roared, burying himself as deep as he could, his cock pulsing hard inside you, thick cum flooding your womb in seconds, filling you to the brim. he held you there suspended, both of you panting and trembling, his cum mixing with your squirt.
“damnn she squirted so much...” hoseok grins, already moving closer.
“good job kook. now hand her over, i still need to finish what i started.”
jungkook slowly lowered you down onto the bed and you fell on your stomach from how exhausted you were even though you anticipated the other five of them. hoseok took his second turn hard and rough, he was already so close due to being inside your pussy the first time and the frustration had left him rougher than usual.
“fuckkk.” he snarls as he slides inside you with a loud noise from behind. you let out a wanton noise, murmuring his name.
“oh shit—oh shit—!”
you let out a string of curses when he reached around to rub your neglected clit in circles, feeling how engorged it is since nobody touched it for a while.
“goshhh yes.” you whined at it. your mouth fell open in an 'o' when it took him just a few more hard thrusts to fill you to the brim. there was so much cum from jungkook before as well that it soaked the sheets and made your thighs sticky with the creamy white mess. he pulled away from you with a shaky breath.
they let you have a few minutes of breath, your head buried on the pillow as your lower body quivered.
jin slowly walks forward, his hands settled on your back, caressing your sweaty skin. your hand fisted the sheets as you turned your head, your eyes longingly looking at his pouty lips and he didn't think twice and pressed his lips against yours, giving you a slow kiss. you whimpered when he pulled back, his arms pulling you close to him. his hands settled on your hips as he lay back against the pillows, one arm casually folding behind his head, his half lidded eyes sparkling with playfulness settled on you he guided you to straddle him, his thick cock standing proud and flushed against his abdomen.
“come on baby.” he whispers, stroking your ass.
“ride me. move those hips for me yeah?” he rasps. you felt a heat pool in your belly at his words as you sat on his hard stomach, breasts heaving as he cupped your cheek. your hips pressed against his abs, he helped you right above his cock, your breaths coming out fast.
“slowly…” he encouraged and you nodded jerkily as the head of him pressed against your puffy entrance.
you felt overstimulated in the best way and from cumming twice, it left you feeling floaty. he slowly stretched you open, giving you that burn that made your thighs tremble around his waist as you bore down more with a few gasps and sank down fully, his girth filling you completely until your ass met his hips and you were fully seated around him.
“hahhh!” you mewled as jin's face twisted in pleasure and at the feeling of your creamy cunt from all the loads you'd taken, it had left you warmer and even better inside. his free hand slid up your side before cupping one of your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple in tiny flicks that sent jolts through you.
“fuckk that's it.”
he groaned, his head tilting back slightly to expose the column of his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he savored the tight heat enveloping him.
“move sweetheart. ride my cock like you mean it.”
he didn't push you at all, his hand caressed one of your butt cheeks, holding it spread so the others from behind could stare at the way his cock was inside you while he let you set the pace. your hands braced on his chest for balance as you began to roll your hips, lifting and sinking down in a slow grinding rhythm that dragged his cock along your inner walls with every motion.
“nnn… nnn… ahhh…”
pleasure started to build and he didn't push you so you were able to please yourself on him and he understood that you were a bit overstimulated so this was really helping you as you enjoyed yourself.
he hit the best spots on every downward stroke and your toes curled at the tingling feeling, your breath came out in needy squeals. sweat trickled down your back as the pace gradually quickened, your breasts bouncing with the movement and jin was hypnotized with the motion. his hand tightened on you, his jaw clenching with restraint as he helped you bounce on him, just bucking his hips up a little bit to meet you driving himself deeper. quiet whimpers left you. from the side of the bed, yoongi had been watching his lips parted slightly, lost in his control even though he'd had this turn at the very beginning but he couldn't help it.
“can't just sit here and watch anymore.”
he mutters huskily as he moves closer on the bed, positioning himself right beside seokjin. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as you continued riding seokjin and then his mouth was on you so suddenly you choked out and gripped his hair in shock.
“w-what—” you gasped when his mouth grabbed onto your clit, sucking onto it making your entire body jerk.
“mmm so sweet..”
he hummed as he circled your clit, flicking at it with his tongue, teasing it before sucking it fully inside his mouth. his tongue technology was everything, he was an expert and so skilled it was so good, he was the best at eating pussy, sometimes lapping along your folds where they stretched around jin's cock.
“nnn… y-yes.”
your eyes closes, your motions faltering on jin's cock from taking both of them. it felt too much with the drag of jin's cock combined with yoongi's expert mouth devouring you. you almost lost yourself in the sensation of yoongi's tongue when a burst of pain from the spank of jin's hand made your eyes pop open with a cry, his hand immediately soothing the spot.
“don't stop moving.” jin commanded, a glare on his face, delivering another slight spank that made your pussy clench hard around him.
“keep riding me while yoongi eats your clit. you can take it yeah?”
the pain pleasure mix made you moan loudly, your movements resuming on their own with urgency, grinding down harder and faster as yoongi's tongue lapped at the mess where you and seokjin were joined, tasting both of you and also the mix of others that leaked out of you without hesitation, letting out groans at the taste. the others eyes gleamed at the pornographic sight.
“look at her go.”
jungkook breathed, biting his lower lip, watching the way yoongi's tongue worked on you while you quivered constantly and drooled from how intense it was for you.
“ride him harder, make him feel it.” jimin calls out. the others laughed lazily at his words.
“don't go easy on her man!”
he didn't go easy on you at all as jin tensed beneath you, his hips snapping up more insistently now to meet your frantic rides, his cock swelling inside you.
“shit i'm gonna cum.” he gasped.
his hand that was behind his head now gripping your waist with both hands to pull you down hard repeatedly as he thrusts up at you.
“milk me baby cum with me.” he encourages roughly.
all this while, yoongi's tongue never stopped sucking on your clit with the perfect pressure.
“don't stop—don't—ahhh!”
“never gonna stop baby.”
jin promises and after a particularly harsh suck from yoongi that even jin could feel on his cock, he finishes with hot spurts of his cum flooding you that pushed you right over the edge. you came even faster and harder than you expected while his cock draws out every drop. you let out a series of gasps as juices mixed with his cum coated yoongi's chin as he continued licking through it to prolong the contractions. the full wet heat and the sting on your ass from the spanks made you feel like you broke as seokjin held you close, still impaled on his cock. yoongi pulled back with a satisfied noise, lips shiny and swollen.
before you could catch a breath, taehyung and jimin came over to you, not one but two and the thrill of what the two of them were going to do made your eyes go round comically. taehyung was the first to grab your waist and pull you firmly against his chest, the smell of tobacco and sex clinging to him, while jimin slid in from the other side, pressing against your back until the both of them sandwiched you, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers traced patterns on your skin.
“we've been waiting to feel this tight body up close.” jimin whispers, and taehyung nibbled at your collarbone.
“i can already tell she's gonna feel so tight around me.”
he adds, earning a smirk from jimin and you shuddered violently at their words. with slowness, taehyung and jimin both together worked to take off your thigh high stockings and your heels, taking off the only set of clothes on your body and now you were fully naked from head to toe. after that taehyung grabbed a silk tie from the drawer.
“put those hands up..” he coos and you gulp but obey shakily.
he bound your wrists above your head to the headboard. he tied it securely but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't get out of it no matter how hard you tried. he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your arms, lingering on the pulse point at your wrist, smiling at the way it raced.
“is this okay love? not too tight is it?” he asked and you nodded breathlessly, the vulnerability of being tied down made everything heightened for you. jimin watched, his hands already sliding down to pry your thighs wide apart.
“good.” jimin nods as he holds you open.
“damn they've really did a number on her…” jimin husks, watching the copious amount of cum your pussy seemed to leak.
taehyung settled between your thighs, not being able to hold himself back from the lewd sight of your stuffed cunt. his cock nudges against your folds, coating himself in your juices and he grunts at the feeling of hitting the tip of his cock on your clit, making your hips twitch with a whimper but jimin kept you pinned and open, not letting your thighs close. namjoon slowly joins the duo too, his hand cupping your jaw to turn your face toward him for a kiss.
“mnnn…” you let out a muffled noise, kissing him back, both your tongues tangling messily while his hand roamed to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples. taehyung's cock finally on the other hand, pushed inside you inch by thick inch and you moaned and cried loudly into namjoon's mouth, who was busy sucking on your tongue, his fingers tugging your nipples until they ached.
“she feels incredible fuckk.”
taehyung groaned deeply as he bottomed out inside you, his hips flush against yours, pelvis grinding against you which stimulated your clit too.
“so tight so hot, this pussy was made for us wasn't it princess mhm?” he grumbles as he feels you pull him in deeper with every little twitch.
“unngh..”
you let out another moan against namjoon's mouth while taehyung pulled back almost completely before sliding in again with that torturous slowness, making his cock drag against your inner walls and it made a loud squelch sound from how wet you are. namjoon kissed you more insistently, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he pulled back to let you breathe as he watched your face contort from ecstasy, his fingers not stopping playing with your nipples, kneading the flesh until they were more swollen than before, it made a slight pain mix with it.
“hnngh… ngh… mmh…” you let out all your desired noises after namjoon pulled away. he sometimes focused on sucking on your nipple too.
“that's it tae fuck her, watch the way her pussy clenches around you hm.. she's loving every second,”
jimin was mesmerized with the way taehyungs cock slides in and out especially from getting a proper close up view now instead of standing away, his hands faltering on holding your thighs open. taehyung lets out an approved grunt at his words while you struggle to keep up with all three of them playing with your body like this, you can't even move or shift due to being tied down, your hands clenching into tight fists, knuckles turning white. tears welled in your eyes as taehyung hits your g-spot, his breathing growing ragged as he grows increasingly close to his release.
“i'm so close..” he groans, pounding into you, making your body shift forward so hard that you had to grip the headboard.
“ahh.”
you and taehyung let out shared groans as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. ropes of cum painted your inner walls as he stayed inside next for long moments, grinding to push his release deeper and leaning down into you, kissing your neck. taehyung shoots jimin a look before pulling out with a wet dirty sound, his cum already starting to leak from your used hole as jimin took his place seamlessly in the same missionary position. taehyung was the one now holding your thighs apart, spreading you wider so everyone could see the mess as jimin's cock slid between your cum slick pussy with ease from so much fluid making him so slippery that he lets out a breathless chuckle. namjoon shifted impatiently, watching taehyung and jimin take turns with you and he was the only one left so he rubbed his cock against the side of your face, smearing precum across your cheek before tapping it against your lips.
“open up angel, suck me while jimin fucks you.” he pants.
your lips part wetly to take him in as he slides inside and at the same time, jimin slides inside you.
“ugnngh!” you sobbed around namjoon's cock, tears streaming down your face.
“oh goddd she's even sloppier, it feels like heaven.”
you let out muffled groans around namjoon's shaft as he slowly started pumping. taehyung leaned down to kiss wherever he could reach, your neck, your breasts, your stomach while he kept your legs pinned. the others watched everything, the satisfied group did so after they had their chance, stroking themselves and throwing their dirty crude comments and murmuring among themselves about you and it makes you feel wilder. a bit more animalistic. you were completely a crying mess by now, your body trembling from the overstimulation from your cunt being taken again and again while you couldn't moan or breathe properly due to namjoon's cock. jimin's thrusts grew faster while you sucked namjoon. taehyung hadn't let you cum earlier so even before jimin had cum, you started cumming on him while thrashing, your hair falling messily on your face, your pussy clenching and gushing. your body tried to buck but couldn't from your hands being tied and your legs held.
“yesss!”
jimin moans out, letting out some sweet whimpers too at how hard you were clenching on him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. namjoon held your head steadily, giving a few thrusts before pulling back slightly from your mouth and you gasped for air loudly.
“she's our girl for sure… keep going jimin.” namjoon snarls.
the feeling of you cumming around his cock so quick made him cum almost soon after as well, some landing on your stomach as namjoon watched, stroking his saliva coated cock. namjoon carefully turned you onto your stomach and then guided your hips up, positioning you on your knees while your upper body remained pressed against the sheets. he spread your ass to press his throbbing cock against your pussy, groaning low in his throat. behind you, jungkook moved in closer, his lip piercing pressing against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, your stomach flutters at having him close once again.
“we're gonna take you together now baby, me in this tight ass while namjoon takes this pussy, do you understand?”
“i wanna hear you say it...” he rasps.
your mind was hazy with lust, tears of pleasure drying on your cheeks, it's like you existed for it only and you were willing to take whatever they gave you.
“y-yes p-please... i want it please.” you gasped out, needily pushing back against namjoon's cock.
“i want both of you.”
jungkook chuckles against your skin as he reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table that taehyung has brought with him while coming upstairs as if he just knew it'd be needed again soon. he poured a generous amount over his cock, stroking himself slowly, mixing his precum with him and making himself so slick while he breathed heavily. he added more lube directly to the right ring of muscle of your ass that was exposed from being held open by namjoon. he did it patiently, coating your outside completely and some of the cum and fluids had also dripped down to your ass so you were already so wet but he didn't wanna hurt you in any way and wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.
“ohh...”
you moaned when one of his fingers penetrated you, lubing your insides too while namjoon continued rubbing his cock head against your pussy, dipping just the tip in and out to keep you on edge making you tense.
“relax i'm gonna make it feel so good for you sweet girl.”
jungkook promised, his free hand keeps your ass cheeks spread more as he worked a second finger in scissoring to prepare you just like yoongi had done downstairs. he crooked his fingers just right, brushing against the special spot making you sputter as your head thrashed side to side, not being able to make much movement from being tied down. namjoon leaned down, his chest pressing against your back.
“you're taking kook's fingers like a champ.” he praised.
when jungkook finally deemed you ready, your ass stopped clenching too tight and had started fluttering instead in anticipation. he pulled his fingers free and lined up his lubed cock at your ass.
“ohhhhh fuck…”
you sobbed when your ass stretched immensely around his cock, your entire body shaking as he sank deeper, his groans mixing with yours at the feel of the tight channel.
“so fucking tight, let me in... yes.” he gritted out, one hand reaching around to rub your clit to distract you from the pain and it definitely did help as you breathed in and out.
when jungkook was halfway in, namjoon thrusted forward, burying his massive cock into your pussy in one stroke from how slick and gaping you were from taking multiple dicks there and jungkook was on the way to doing to the same training for your asshole too. it felt so overwhelmingly good yet so much, both their cock's met each other through the wall separating your holes, creating a pressure that made your eyes roll back so hard that there was only white visible, your legs kicking on the edge of the bed. namjoon's cock hit that perfect spot inside you while jungkook created a deeper fullness. it felt weird to have something inside your ass but it was forbiddenly good and you wanted more of it, your eyes went unseeing when he went all the way inside, pushing and gushing so much. the lube made everything slick and slippery so jungkook slided in and out with ease. they alternated, one pulling out while the other pushed in, thrusts that rocked your entire body upwards as you held onto the headboard desperately.
“hah… hahgh o-oh.”
namjoon growls, his hand fisting in your hair so your head shifts slightly and the others can see your blissed out face. jungkook's hips snapped harder, his balls slapping against your ass as he buried himself to the hilt. you couldn't stop making wanton noises, your stomach coiling from the dual penetration and it seemed to edge you so fast.
“i'm… i'm gonna oh—”
you wailed as you heard the slapping noises of skin meeting skin and the way namjoon and jungkook fucked you. the others around you were jerking their cocks faster so fascinated yet feeling so animal at the scene before the and they were so close to losing all self control.
you came hard around namjoon's cock, your pussy clenching violently around his shaft while your ass fluttered on jungkook's cock. your limbs shook uncontrollably against the ties as your forehead rested on the headboard as you tried to breathe wildly. namjoon followed right after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep and came flooding your pussy with cum.
“fucking shitt.”
he lets out a string of curses, grinding deeper against you to push his release deeper while jungkook continues fucking your ass through the orgasm, drawing it out until you are oversensitive, his cock inside your ass makes you forget about the overstimulation of your pussy momentarily. the feeling of namjoon's cum leaking around his cock as he stayed inside you combined with jungkook's pace left your mind fully blank, you couldn't even produce proper words other than helpless moans. the aftershocks making your holes flutter around their cocks as they held you there, not pulling out yet
namjoon and jungkook slowly pulled out of you after a while, there seemed to be a certain shift in the air, like the wait had finally snapped. after seeing your flexibility and impressive energy, capable of being able to take two cocks at a time. they surrounded you on the bed, closing in like you had nowhere to escape.
namjoon and jungkook and taehyung were still beside you, their eyes all holding obsession and need as their eyes traced your flushed trembling form and the way that there was a large wet spot on the sheets. your wrists were freed from the tie by yoongi so you won't be restricted and they could put you in any position they want.
“color?” hoseok asks you with genuine concern.
“if it's too much, tell us.” taehyung adds.
his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lip. their hands hovering, cocks leaking against your thigh but waiting for your consent before proceeding, knowing you already took a lot. jimin leaned in to press a kiss against your temple.
“you're shaking so much but we won't push you unless you're okay.” hoseok croons while you gasp for breath, your heart pounding and slowing down as minutes pass by.
“green...”
that's the only word you managed to get out as you looked at them with glassy eyes and they all groaned together.
“that's our girl for sure.”
jungkook grumbles and the others made noises of agreement at how perfect you are and how your body opened up and gave itself to them so easily even after everything, you wanted to take more. they knew that you were the one for them.
they closed in fully and before you knew it, hands and mouths were on you all at once and everywhere. kisses went down your neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach, open mouthed kisses. teeth grazed your collarbones while tongues soothed the sting, fingers tangling in your hair and stroking your sides and ass. they teased every sensitive spot on your body. it was sensory overload as the heat of their bodies pressed close.
“haa…”
jimin was the first to claim your pussy, sliding his cock through your slit with a groan. he pushed in slowly at first, feeling your walls trying to pull him in like a magnet from earlier orgasms. namjoon positioned himself behind you, his cock pressing against your asshole. he didn't need to use more lube because there were already residuals of it from earlier and you were so full of fluids.
“gahh!”
you made a throaty noise, hands fisting the bedsheets as he worked his way inside your ass as well. jimin's thrusts rubbed against that spot inside you perfectly while namjoon's cock filled your ass. their hips snapping in sync, both their heavy cocks slapping against you, making pating noises while you sobbed out almost pornographic noises, not even recognizing the noises you made yourself. at the same time jungkook moved closer to your head, his hand wrapped around your cock, guiding your mouth open with the tip of it.
“let me feel that throat baby.” he growls, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pushes deeper.
you moaned loudly as he immediately hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes anew while jimin and namjoon continued fucking. taehyung on the other hand, slides his heavy cock between your breasts, squeezing them together around his length with a groan which were bouncing automatically from thrusts causing friction on his length.
“these are so soft.” he grunts. he loved the way they felt around his cock, his precum causing his dick to glide easily, his thumbs flicking your nipples with every moment. jin and hoseok claim your hands next, wrapping your fingers around their throbbing cocks. your palms were guided up and down their lengths with their larger hands covering yours, setting a firm pace.
“stroke me good baby.” hoseok says, their hips bucking into your grip, abs flexing.
“gahhsh hahh mmphh.”
you make mindless muffled sobbing noises on jungkook's cock while being stimulated in every way possible. they continued without pause, jimin fucking your pussy with deep strokes while namjoon pounded your ass. jungkook used your mouth like a toy, like it was just a warm wet sleeve for him to use as he alternated between deep throats and quicker thrusts. taehyung's cock slid messily between your breasts, leaving them glistening and he let out grunts. jin's and hoseok's cocks were twitching in your grip.
yoongi was the only one left to join and he was standing close to the bed, watching everything and the chaos with feral eyes, tracking every noise of yours and the slap of skin as the other men claimed you. his hand paused on his cock, his chest rising and falling as he saw you being used so thoroughly. jimin was buried deep inside your pussy already but yoongi could see the way your walls clenched and fluttered, begging for more. the stretch was not yet complete and that alone made his cock twitch. you were his adorable little slut and stretched so wide and still hungry for more. the other men also noticed that yoongi didn't join as they egged him on, turning to look at him.
“yoongi's been holding back.”
hoseok chuckled, guiding your hand along his cock. his other hand kept you steady on jungkook so your mouth kept working on him.
“come on yoongi, join us.”
jimin groaned in agreement, his hips never slowing as he looked at yoongi with a flushed smile, knowing exactly what he wants. they've known each other well enough to understand what the other wants without words and right now yoongi holding back means he wants something different, the way his eyes were fixated on your gaping pussy told him exactly that.
“she's so fucking tight even now… but we can make her take us both. get over here and stretch our girl.”
yoongi finally pushed off the bed, his cock bobbing heavily as he approached, making the men chuckle between groans while you struggled to keep up with their words or even understand what they're saying. he added more lube over his length, adding even more to where jimin was already connected to you. the head of his cock pressed against your already stuffed entrance, teasing over the stretched rim where jimin was inside.
“go for it.” jimin smirks at him and yoongi hums.
“you want this baby? want both our cocks splitting this pussy wide open?” yoongi murmurs, his free hand stroking your bulging tummy gently, feeling the outline of jimin inside you. all you could respond with was a muffled sob around jungkook's cock as tears and snot left you, your mind melting.
“that's a yes.” jungkook replies to yoongi with a grin, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
your vision blurs when yoongi finally pushed in alongside jimin causing such a burning stretch like you were going to tear open, forcing two massive cocks all the way in together. inch by inch, yoongi's length slid home, the lube easing the way but not diminishing the intense fullness as your tummy visibly bulges outward even more prominently at the dual intrusion.
“hnnngh... mm...” you sputtered with wide eyes around jungkook's cock.
the men groaned, their hands roaming your body, all focused on watching the way you took three cocks, two cocks inside your pussy and namjoon still pounding your ass. your belly bulged with each thrust until you could feel every bit of the detail and veins of their cock. you've never felt so full and complete in your life. the masochist in you barely registered the pain and only focused on the way you were being claimed so thoroughly. yoongi and jimin found a rhythm together, their cocks rubbing against each other, it sent white hot sparks exploring through their nerves. your pussy was overfilled and cum frothing at your entrance with every plunge, dripping down to where namjoon was hammering your ass in perfect counterpoint. jungkook pulls out from your mouth to let you breathe understanding your need for it.
“ah-ah-ah-ah—fuck!”
they treated you like you were a breeding toy, namjoon's hand pressing down on your lower back to arch you further, deepening the triple penetration.
“we're gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking for days.” jungkook snarls, spitting inside your mouth as you wail, his hand stroking your tear streaked face as he jerks off right on your cheek.
“our cumdump..”
yoongi groans, giving you a few more pounds. you were spiraling higher and higher, murmuring and screaming nonsense, your brain's functions lost, while they were hitting spots inside you you didn't even know existed, rearranging and jostling your insides. just then namjoon leaned down to pinch your clit hard between his thumbs. you fully lost your mind.
“AHHHHHHHH!”
you let out such a loud scream that you were sure others outside the penthouse could hear despite it being soundproof as you gagged repeatedly on jungkook's cock, your breasts beingsqueezed hard by taehyung. you orgasmed hard, pussy cleaning down like a vice, milking yoongi's and jimin's cocks as so much liquid squirted out of you, soaking everyone. your entire lower body was soaked and their thighs were mixing with saliva and precum, your throat constricting around jungkook's. your vision blackened and you fell forward, almost like you lost your senses. yoongi snarled through gritted teeth, his hips rocking faster.
thrust. thrust. thrust.
that was what all of them were doing, jungkook inside your mouth, hoseok and jin fucking your fists, taehyung using your breasts while namjoon fucked your ass and jimin and yoongi fucking your pussy, all their faces contorted, not being able to stop moaning, pushing you to hypersensitivity and every inch of your body felt like it was burning and on fire. they didn't stop continuing to fuck you until they all started cumming, one by one they came all over your body and face and inside all your holes.
all you could smell was sex, sweat, raw masculinity and cigarettes, it all mixed together into something extremely lewd. so much liquid sloshing in your belly, becoming inflated as namjoon, yoongi and jimin dumped it inside you. you all felt less human and more animal like, sex beasts where nothing was enough and the night still wasn't over.
the night went on like that and the hours felt like an endless haze of pleasure as the seven of them continued to use you like their personal fucktoy, rotating through every single one of your holes until no part of you was untouched. groans, moans, cries and the slap of skin against skin were all that could be heard.
creampies after creampies.
“who do you think made her cum the hardest huh? i bet it was me hitting her spot just right.” jungkook chuckled deeply, gripping your ass.
“nahh kook, it was me definitely.” yoongi interrupts.
“y/n baby, tell them, whose dick wrecked you the most?”
but you could barely form words, your mind foggy and from overstimulation so they gave you another round just to prove among themselves actually who was capable of making you cum the hardest as if they all didn't successfully do so several times already. they passed you around with ease, each man claiming a turn while others watched or strokes themselves and joined in to heighten the torment. they also competed about who could make you scream or cry the loudest as they shifted you into several different positions. you were shocked at your body for being so flexible. you didn't even remember your own name at this point as the rotation continued relentlessly.
hours went on with edging and making you cum, sometimes with mating press position or putting both your legs over their shoulders and sometimes they gave it to you in the spoon position so they could take their time with you passionately while they talked among themselves, always discussing who gets to have you next or in which position to put you in.
“y/n are you still with us or did we fuck you dumb already?”
you were far from responding to them, only letting out garbled noises, your body taking them all even now, you felt like you were in heaven and hell together from the pleasure and from the sensitivity. the gangbang went on until you felt like your pussy and ass overflowed with their cum that was constantly pushed back in by insistent fingers and cocks. the sheets were fully ruined, drenched in sweat, saliva and semen, your body was soaked from head to toe too as they made sure not a drop of their cum went to taste. even if they argued among themselves about who made you cum the hardest but at this point your body reacted to even the little brush of fingers because of how hyper used you felt as you babbled incoherently still pushing back against several cocks.
you were also shocked at how much raw energy they had that even after so many orgasms and such exerted force they could still go on, their cocks seeming to get hard within minutes of release but soon you felt them slowly growing exhausted as well after hours of claiming you.
you saw the first hints of morning light through the curtains from half closed eyes, you all didn't even realize that the night had turned to nearly dawn. you felt half conscious yourself, not a single bit of energy left in you, not being able to lift your head as your lower body still convulsed. the bed was a wreck, the sheets half twisted and all wet, some pillows on the floor, pools of cum drying on your body and theirs as well. one pillow was half torn, you'd probably grabbed too hard between your hands but didn't even remember properly. the headboard also had nail scratches and marks from grips.
you lay in the center of it all, voice almost gone from screams and moans, feeling blissfully blank and dreamy, where thoughts dissolved before they could form. your body ached deliciously, bite marks everywhere, handprints reddened your hips and ass, your pussy and ass swollen, still trickling bits of their white seed. they all panted around you, all their cocks softened now, no longer having the power to get hard again as you felt a few sets of arms wrap around your waist, holding you close without crushing you with their weight.
“fuck… baby, are you okay?” jungkook murmurs.
he pressed soothing kisses against your shoulder and you just whimpered, burying your face in taehyung's chest, your body shifting a littl and that made you let out a quiet little cry because it put pressure on your lower body.
“shhh, don't move too much.” taehyung whispers as he places a hand behind your head.
“we've got you.”
“water first, someone get the bottle.”
namjoon says urgently, knowing how thirsty you'd be after everything. jin stands up on shaky legs and goes to grab another bottle of cold water for you, while hands of theirs that gripped and spanked now rubbed slowly over your sore muscles, slightly massaging.
“you did so well baby.”
taehyung nuzzled into your side while yoongi pressed slow apologetic kisses on your stomach and you mewled, melting in the sheets. they made you drink water, making sure you finished the entire bottle to quench your thirst and also for whatever energy you lost. they constantly asked questions about if you were okay, if any specific body part of yours hurt and that they were sorry even if they had no reason to. they constantly made sure that you were comfortable and safe but you had no energy to reply to them to tell them that you enjoyed everything and to not apologize. so you expressed your gratitude through actions, leaning onto them and clutching them as they all enveloped you into cuddles, solid bodies radiating safety until you were cocooned.
your head pillowed on jin's chest, legs tangled with jungkook's and hoseok's, taehyung's arm draped over your waist, jimin's fingers laced with yours, namjoon's hand stroking your hair while yoongi traced up and down your back. they didn’t talk for several minutes, letting you recover, knowing you weren't in the state to reply to them until they felt your breathing regulate more.
“are there any cramps? do you feel dizzy?” jin asks softly and you shake your head weakly.
“good… safe.” you managed to croak out and they all smiled, letting out relieved noises and kissing against each mark and bruise they left on you.
“you worked so hard angel… we're so proud of you.”
they also had scratches and bite marks on their bodies from where you'd grabbed onto them. some nail marks also caused blood to bead a little but all their focus was on you, not caring about themselves. after the blissful recovery they decided it was time for a shower. you also felt a little uncomfortable and sticky everywhere from so many fluids so they carried you to the large bathroom.
during that, the staff had already been notified to clean the sheets and bring fresh food in without a single question or raised eyebrow from them. they knew better than to do that and minded their own place but even shock was evident in their faces because it was the very first time the men had ever brought a woman into their place.
in the shower they treated you like you were something precious and fragile, giving you utmost care as if you were a delicate flower meant to be handled like that. they washed you together, massaging your scalp with shampoo while your head rested on the edge of the tub, warm water making you moan in relief as they cleaned all the fluids from your hair and body.
“lift your leg for me princess.” yoongi instructed affectionately.
then he used a soft towel to clean between your folds and between your thighs slowly as you winced from the pain and soreness but he did that oh so gently, a huge contrast to how he fucked you moments ago as they helped support your legs, massaging between your toes too and it makes you giggle with a tired smile. they didn’t touch any of your sensitive spots or your nipples, noting how swollen and reddened they were, being extremely mindful and checking in with you.
“there we go… nice and clean.” namjoon held you against his chest.
they talked among themselves about what to feed you next or which ointments to apply to your marks in hushed voices so as to not jerk you while they wiped down your body with a dry towel. they wrapped a towel around you and carried you back to the freshly made bed with new sheets and laid you down carefully, making you sigh at the feeling of freshness and no more wetness even though your body ached sweetly. they insisted on feeding you a light snack too despite that you felt so sleepy, not wanting you to fall asleep on an empty stomach and in pain.
“just a few bites… such a good girl yeah?” namjoon coaxed, they were all patient as you managed a few bites. your throat a little sore too from taking so many cocks but the cold fruits helped. after that, they made you have a pain relief tablet before placing extra fluffed pillows behind you.
“we're right here.”
jimin whispered.
“sleep now, we’ve got you.”
you never felt so cared for. it made your heart flutter, your lips curving in a dreamy smile as you buried your nose in the pillow, a kitten like purr leaving you from deep within your chest and it made all the men around you melt into puddles. their bodies forming a protective circle, hands rubbing and massaging your thighs, almost rocking you to a peaceful sleep, their devotion something you'll carry with yourself even in your dreams. they watched you all quietly, you slept so deeply on your stomach, one of your hand squished beneath your cheek making your lips pucker.
“she's out cold... poor thing took everything we gave.”
yoongi said with a rare smile as jungkook pushed a strand of wet hair away from your face. it seemed as if all their heart was being carried in your little palm all alone, like they found what they'd been missing all along.
“she fits doesn’t she?” hoseok murmurs, lost in the haze of watching you too as the others nodded softly.
“she does…”
they knew that they wouldn’t let you go and that they'd keep you, it wasn’t just a contract of one night, it was more that, they didn’t wanna spoil you just for one night but forever.
nothing in the world mattered except you right here in their arms, owned by them, marked by them in every way humanly possible and there was no going back, they knew that even their souls knew that.
“we'll talk to her when she wakes up but she's not leaving, we’ll show her how serious we are.”
you meanwhile, slept unaware that your life had changed for the better and that new beginnings were yet to come with much adoration and sex, yet most importantly, eight hearts connected and meant to beat together.
summary: you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.
word count. 3,994 words.
warnings. semi-public sex, namjoon doesn't need much convincing, oral sex (m. receiving) unprotected sex but reader is on birth control, creampie, namjoon takes oc's underwear.
note: happy early bday to our leader who keeps me sane and motivates me to keep living everyday. here is some horny fluff word vomit inspired by all the content we've been getting of namjoon looking delicious in his buzzcut lately. i couldn't resist. pics above are from @rkivsfe ♡
Namjoon seemed plucked straight from the pages of a classic romance, a perfect gentleman in every sense.
Throughout the day, your parents had been gracious hosts at their house, and Namjoon had gracefully navigated each conversation, his charismatic charm and impeccable manners in full display.
Yet, it wasn't the refined qualities occupying your mind; rather, it was his freshly buzzed hair and the allure of his domesticated moments – like when he insisted on helping your mother – that made your heart race, feverish heat flooding your core at the thought of creating a home with him someday.
The both of you had never really properly broached the topic of children, especially since you were on birth control.
While you had only been dating for two years, discussions of having children had stayed respectfully on the back burner; the decision to wait until marriage, or at least until life was less hectic, appeared sensible to both of you.
For now, life as it was felt fulfilling.
But lately, as you watched Namjoon tenderly cradle a friend's baby or playfully chase nieces and nephews at family gatherings, you began to see the appeal of having a family with Namjoon.
It was hard not to want it sometimes.
It took every ounce of restraint not to lunge at him right there, an insatiable hunger bubbling within, barely contained.
And when the rest of your family continued to mingle in the backyard, that was the moment you decided it was time to make your move.
Namjoon's eyes narrowed perceptively, instantly detecting the undercurrent of mischief in your stride.
Your smile, wide and radiant, was Oscar-worthy enough to mask your ulterior motives from everyone else; however, Namjoon could see right through your seemingly innocent offer of showing him a 'tour' of your childhood bedroom.
Determinedly, you grasped his arm firmly and practically dragged him up the staircase of your parents’ house and up to your old room located at the far end of the second-floor hallway.
—
To his credit, Namjoon nearly fell for your act.
He attentively followed along while you animatedly led him around the room; pointing out the remnants of your teenage years evident in the faded posters of pop bands adorning the walls, a meticulously arranged collection of Studio Ghibli figurines that adorned shelves, and a colorful assortment of plush toys scattered about.
Golden sunlight pours through the window, playing on the sparkle in your eyes as your sundress embraces every curve. Beneath Namjoon’s clothes, a nagging ache intensifies, matched by the growing warmth and strain in his pants as he admires your radiance.
Slowly, time seemed to suspend itself, while the walls in your room appeared to close in on you both.
Soon enough, you found yourselves standing face-to-face, completely absorbed by each other's presence.
“You okay?” you ask in a hushed tone.
Namjoon's eyes sparkle with mischief, his eyes shamelessly lingering on your figure. The corners of his mouth turn up in a cheeky grin.
"I know what you’re thinking."
Brows knitting together, you blink in feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about," you murmur, eyes evading his as your arms cross protectively.
“Oh, of course. You were just so eager to show me your room,” he states matter-of-factly.
Namjoon’s grin grows wider as he confidently strides closer, hands casually tucked in his pockets. “Nothing more to it, right baby?”
What a fucking tease.
Warmth creeps up your cheeks as nervous laughter bubbles up, eyes avoiding his penetrating stare – Namjoon always had an uncanny ability to read you like an open book.
It was something that instantly made heat bloom between your thighs. And when he was looking at you like that, it was impossible to hide anything from him.
He tilts his head and studies you with an arched brow. “You have that look.”
“What look?”
“The bedroom eyes. I’ve seen it before.”
“I do not!” you manage to choke out, the words nearly vanishing from your throat.
Namjoon just chuckles, disarmingly smug. “Hm. If you say so.”
Within moments, you uncross your arms and navigate the remaining distance, your hands coming up to explore the contours of his body – fingertips slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles tensing in his back before coming around and daintily migrating northward across his chest.
Namjoon leans down, claiming your lips with a fleeting kiss. "We probably shouldn't," he breathes out softly against your parted lips.
"Hmmm," you pout. "And why not?"
Not waiting for an answer, your lips continue their exploration – slowly moving from his lips, tracing the angles of his jaw, and dancing between gentle nibbles and fervent suction.
Beneath his shirt, your fingers tease his chest, leaving light scratches before brushing against his sensitive nipples.
It only took seconds before you could feel how hard and ready Namjoon was, as his skin burned hotter beneath your touch and his breaths grew shallow.
Trying to suppress a groan and maintain some level of composure, Namjoon bites down on his lip and whispers your name with an unsteady voice.
"Your family is literally downstairs."
“They’re actually outside.”
Smiling mischievously, you return your attention to him by licking a slow stripe from his neck to the sensitive spot just below his ear – a place you’ve discovered he particularly enjoys being teased.
“I can’t promise I’ll want to stop at just kissing,” he warns with equal parts desperation and plea – a last attempt at cracking your resolve as his hands reflexively grip your waist in a manner both possessive and protective.
“And what?” you breathe out, each word soft and slow, a challenge in disguise. “Where would you want to stop?”
“I won’t.”
Softening your gaze, you allow your lips to ghost over his. “Then don't hold back,” you whisper, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His heated gaze flickers across every inch of you – taking in your expression, the way your body presses against his. You couldn't resist further taunting him.
Your hands slide down his chest and towards the belt loops of his jeans, giving them a playful tug before swiftly moving to unbutton them.
It’s at this moment that Namjoon seems to snap out of his haze.
His lust-addled stupor evaporates like lifting fog, replaced by a rush of clarity where the lines between right and wrong become difficult to blur.
Suddenly decisive, he intercepts your wandering hands with a firm but gentle hold.
“____. No.”
“I’ll be quiet,” you promise him, a sultry smirk playing on your lips, both tempting and dangerous.
“Baby. We are not fucking in your parents’ house—especially in broad daylight.”
"Oh, Joonie…" you sigh lovingly, pressing a tender and lingering kiss to the small mole just below his lip.
"Always such a gentleman. Holding my hand, praising me in front of my parents, even charming my mom... You don’t wanna fool around with me here?"
Namjoon's mouth opens as if to protest further, but any words that threaten to come out are swallowed up by a groan that he struggles to stifle at the sensation of you swiftly tugging down his jeans and boxers, just enough for you to wrap your warm, tight hand around his thick length.
"You’re…s-seriously out of your mind. We…we really shouldn't," he manages to utter, each word strained by the effort he puts into maintaining control – his dark eyes burning with barely restrained desire.
You pause your movements and look into his eyes. "We can make it quick. I promise I'll be quiet."
But you knew Namjoon had always preferred taking things slow, savoring every moment, especially during sex with you.
He was never really a fan of rushing, and you learned along the way he was big on foreplay.
Yet seeing you present yourself before him like a priceless treasure, accompanied by batting those alluring, pleading eyes at him, Namjoon can't help but consider going against his instincts for once – if only for five fleeting minutes.
“I knew you didn’t want to bring me up here just to—Fuck, hold on. Wait,” he stammers, suddenly remembering, “I– I don’t have any condoms. Well, I didn’t bring any, for obvious reasons.”
An awkward silence settles between you two as the unspoken question lingers, and you gaze into his eyes, searching for an answer.
His eyes widen just a fraction when he realizes what you’re silently asking.
“God, are you…—? No," he says firmly. "Absolutely not."
"But I've been on birth control for years!" you whine.
Namjoon closes his eyes briefly and exhales sharply, tension radiating from his clenched jaw.
“Babe,” he utters with a heavy sigh.
"Namjoon," your voice is barely audible as you breathe the plea into the curve of his neck, the warm air causing a shiver of desire to course through him.
Your thumb glides across the tip of his cock, smearing the glistening pearl of pre-cum that gathers from the tip.
Your lips begin to trail gentle kisses along the length of his throat, all while teasingly drawing the tip of your fingers up and down his shaft.
Namjoon's breath catches in response to your touch, gasping as he involuntarily thrusts upwards to meet your hand.
“What about ‘just the tip’?” you whisper. “Isn’t that something that guys like to do?”
“Well… I-I’m paranoid and we should be careful,” he stammers out. “It only takes one time, you know. Can’t this wait until we get home?”
Noticing his faltering resolve, your lip catches between your teeth to suppress a sly grin. Wordlessly, you slowly sink to your knees in front of him.
He watches transfixed as your tongue traces a slow path up the engorged vein of his cock, pausing to swirl around the head before taking him fully into your warm mouth.
Namjoon emits a soft groan - hands delicately cradling your jaw - while your cheeks hollow and your head begins to bob rhythmically, dewy eyes peeking out from beneath your lashes to watch him.
His head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut, fighting to restrain a moan as desire shoots through him like wildfire, fuelling your own craving for him even more fervently.
You could sense him teetering on the edge, his self-restraint waning with each moment until, in one deft motion, he withdraws from your mouth just enough to stagger back, hoisting you up by your arms and steering you backwards until the mattress edge halts against your knees and topples you onto it.
“You’re fucking shameless, you know that?” he pants, scrambling to shove his pants further down and stepping between your legs, holding his hard cock and leaning over you.
Below him, you giggle and hurriedly push your dress up, sliding your panties down and kicking them aside.
Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them over your head and pins them there.
And as his body aligns with yours – his strong chest firm against your breasts, his crotch deliciously nestled between your thighs – every last drop of doubt vanishes from both of your minds.
Under the sultry gaze of his darkened eyes, he grips your face, his large hands cupping your delicate cheeks, thumbs tenderly caressing the soft skin.
Your mouths meet urgently; his lips hungrily pressing against yours to lick and tug at your bottom lip, expertly swallowing every stifled sound that begs release.
"Joon," you murmur tenderly against his parted lips, pausing between kisses. "Touch me, please."
Your honeyed pleas don't go unanswered; Namjoon's hands swiftly comply with your demand, gently pulling down the elastic neckline of your dress far enough to let your breasts spring free.
"Such a tease, wearing this," Namjoon grunts, grabbing a fistful of your dress, "fuck."
His eyes darken at the sight before him: your dress invitingly pooled at your waist, thighs parted and slightly glistening from your arousal visible even to him.
It was nearly impossible for him to deny you anything at all when you pleaded with that breathy, needy tone.
His lips move with purpose, trailing a series of warm, sweet kisses across your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts – lingering just long enough to elicit a breathy gasp before grazing your stiff nipples with feather-light nips.
You struggle to bite back any gasping moans – honoring the promise you hastily made earlier – with only the softest sighs escaping your pursed lips.
“Feels good?" Namjoon murmurs softly, his hand navigating the space between your bodies to trace delicate circles around your throbbing clit.
"God, you're soaking wet already and I've hardly touched you."
Desperately trying to maintain silence, you find your hips moving instinctually in rhythm with the sinfully slow motions of his long fingers. They gather your slickness, teasingly near your dripping entrance with one finger before returning upward to trace unhurried, deliberate circles on your clit again with two fingers.
“Wanna come first?”
Your bottom lip captured between your teeth, you shake your head.
"Can we… Can you pull out?" breathlessly escapes from your lips.
He groans your name gently, punctuating his words with a delicate nip on your jawline. "What happened to 'just the tip'?"
"I changed my mind," you whine weakly, stifling a frustrated groan when his fingers stop their movements.
Namjoon's chuckle against your skin is light and teasing. "My greedy girl,” he coos affectionately against your lips before pressing a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth.
“Wonder what your parents would think if they knew that right now, their precious daughter was up here with me, legs spread wide and begging for me like this? Hmmm?"
His dirty words make you choke on a barely suppressed moan, but you do nothing to discourage him.
He doesn't pull his fingers away from your aching core – instead, he bends down to lick them clean before gently pressing them back inside of you.
“Please, just please, can we…” your voice falters as it dissolves into unintelligible murmurs, desperate for relief, desperate for him to fill you up the way you want.
"So needy," Namjoon chuckles softly at your struggle for coherence; swiftly replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.
"You’re sure about this?" he whispers hoarsely, the feel of him nudging at your entrance sending already rioting butterflies into overdrive.
Your hands instinctively slide over the firm contours of his backside, urging him closer as your hips rock against his. “Wanna feel you. All of you,” you softly mewl in his ear.
A primal growl emerges from Namjoon’s throat before he nips lightly at the tender flesh of your neck. “So filthy.”
Namjoon finally pushes inside of you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, slowly filling and stretching you in a way that makes your legs shudder and lock around his waist.
His hips still, giving you time to get adjusted, or perhaps in an attempt to try to steady himself.
He nuzzles into your neck, spreading his warm breath all over the soft skin there, nudging aside the fabric of your dress to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.
Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, fingers dancing across his freshly trimmed head, massaging and scratching softly at his scalp.
Your hips slightly roll to guide him deeper, enticing him to start moving.
It's sheer, unadulterated bliss as he pumps into you, filling you up in perfect harmony with your own unsteady breaths.
It feels even better than you thought – so warm and wet and snug around him, nothing has ever felt as good in your life.
Out of all the things you and Namjoon have tried, this was something that you just haven’t done.
And now you know you were ruined.
Ruined for using a condom ever again with this man. Your pulse is pounding so hard against your ears that it seems impossible to focus on anything else at this moment but him and how good it feels to have him bare inside of you.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Namjoon breathes hotly against the column of your throat. "So tight around me."
He’s fucking into you agonizingly slow and deep; his movements are deliberate and unhurried, each deep, slow stroke filling the air with your muffled moans and the wet sounds of your slick bodies every time his hips snap up against yours.
His hand entwines with yours, palm-to-palm above your head, while his other arm holds you closer by the thigh curled around his waist.
Enveloped in a sensuous fog where your senses blur and bend, you feel him gradually quicken his pace, each thrust growing more intense.
Namjoon nuzzles his face into your neck, soft moans vibrating against your skin.
Teasingly, his pulsating shaft glides out completely – slow, torturously slow – pausing just before thrusting back in; filling you completely, his tip applying pressure to a hidden sweet cluster of nerves within you that ignites an uncontrollable tightening around him.
An unfamiliar sound escapes from your throat – a strange mixture of a whimper and his name – and he gasps before laughter takes over.
His hand comes up to quickly muffle your sounds.
"Babe," he warns between giggles and gasps for air. "You promised you'd be quiet."
“But—” your weak rebuttal trails off as warmth spreads across your face and tears gather at the corners of your eyes. “B-but it’s just so… F-feels… so…”
"Shhh, I know," he whispers tenderly against your mouth.
Namjoon’s hand trails from the curve of your thigh to weave through your hair, tightening at the back of your head and pulling you into another heated, sloppy kiss.
“Doing so well for me,” Namjoon whispers between kisses. “Taking it all.” More kisses. Rougher and wetter. “S-so pretty… so fucking pretty wrapped around me like this.”
With each impassioned stroke, you cling to him; muffled moans of his name escaping between breathless kisses as waves of warmth wash over you.
"Want you to come... come inside, Joon, please," you softly plead.
Ardor begins to strain at every seam, your sweet plea threatening to shatter Namjoon's restraint, nearly sending him over the edge.
“Yeah? You close, baby?”
Your eyelids grow heavy, closing tightly as your head fervently bobs in agreement, words failing you.
To this, Namjoon plunges into you with a growl. His cock kisses your g-spot, again and again – and his face is a canvas of pure ecstasy as he thrusts forcefully, his hips colliding with yours while he drives himself even deeper, almost as if he was working to etch himself into your very being.
Your teeth press into his shoulder to muffle your sobs, while your hands frantically wander— sliding under his shirt to rake at the damp skin of his back or bunching at the wrinkled sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as he pounds into you, each powerful motion stealing more breath from your lungs. It’s a drawn-out, slow rolling orgasm that he drags out of you.
He fucks you through your climax; deep, steady thrusts that makes your legs quiver and your eyes lose focus as they roll back.
A low, guttural moan suddenly escapes him as warmth begins to flood every nook and cranny within you, occupying and filling every gap.
The pulsating of the thick vein lining the underside of his cock throbs with each burst of his release, while your own walls tenderly constrict around him.
Your vision is consumed by whiteness as your eyes clench shut from the sheer force of shared euphoria, your mind wonderfully blank.
And then, stillness.
He stays buried inside you, his large frame forming a protective shield around your body, like a giant blanket swaddling you both.
His nose gently nestles against the side of your neck, as the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest comes to match yours, slowly and peacefully. Your legs are still wrapped snugly around his waist, your hand tracing slow, lethargic circles on his back beneath his shirt.
“Holy shit,” you breathe in elation, “we should do that more often.”
Namjoon huffs out a laugh. Carefully shifting his weight, he hovers above you, hands on either side of your shoulders. “That good?”
“Yeah,” you exhale with a grin. “Really good.”
“Really good,” he echoes with a laughter that dances at the edges of his eyes and alights the depths of his dimples.
And you laugh, too, delightfully dizzy and slightly sticky with perspiration as the sun spills through the window's gaps, rays of golden syrup bathing you in warmth.
Namjoon presses a fleeting but tender kiss to your mouth and gently pulls out of you, leaving a lingering emptiness and a sweet ache in your core that lingers.
His eyes curiously wander down to the apex of your thighs and you watch as his hand wanders down to pry your legs apart, his fingertips holding them open as he watches the warm, viscous fluid of his cum slowly form a trail from your entrance. He traces a gentle finger through the slick aftermath, a satisfied hum resonating as your body shudders with blissful oversensitivity.
In this proximity, he bends down to place a tender kiss on the side of your jaw, with words that now flow like honey. “Think we could make that a priority,” he murmurs.
He follows up with another feathery kiss directly upon your lips - an almost chastely innocent smile dancing across his features, almost sinfully ironic.
You find yourself grinning in response to his obvious overture before letting your hand wander lower on his back.
Slowly, deliberately, almost flirtatiously, it reaches and gropes his rear end. "So would you be open to round two then?" you tease playfully as your fingers pinch just enough for him to know you're serious.
Namjoon’s immediate reaction is priceless – a jolt forward accompanied by an adorably indignant yelp as he tries (and fails) to hide his surprise at your boldness.
All he can do is shake his head at you in disbelief before giving in once more to laughter.
Eventually regaining some composure, he chides you gently by flicking your forehead with one finger, mimicking chastisement but betraying nothing but affection. You feign complete agony with a comically exaggerated moan and grip to your forehead, earning another round of laughter from Namjoon.
“Jesus, baby,” he says, exhaling a heavy breath, forcing a laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”
He shifts to a seated position on the mattress next to you before standing up, his back straight and his movements curiously graceful for someone so tall.
Your gaze follows him, transfixed as he grasps the edges of his boxers and jeans, lifting them back over his lean hips.
You have to internally curse at how his shirt clings to him like a second skin, accentuating his broad form as he calmly fastens each button, the muscles in his biceps rippling subtly in the process.
This simple act (an undoubtedly mundane and ordinary action) transforms into a hypnotizing display just by virtue of it being Namjoon.
Shifting your position slightly, you slide the straps of your dress back into place, readjusting the elastic neckline to cover your chest.
Propped up on your elbows, your eyes dart around for your missing panties.
Namjoon seems to be almost telepathic in this moment, glancing over and catching your eye.
Realizing what you're searching for, a playful smirk forms on his lips.
He bends down to retrieve your underwear from its hiding spot on the floor and rather cheekily shoves it into his pocket instead of handing it to you.
Feigning irritation, you huff as he saunters victoriously across the room towards the bedroom door with his stolen trophy secured in his pocket.
“Namjoon,” you protest, now sitting up completely. “I need those!”
"You can have them back later," he calls over his shoulder as he begins opening the door.
The curve of his lips breaking into a gentle smile as he adds, "Let's go home. And don't worry, love - I'll keep these safe for you."
As if to emphasize his point, he gives the pocket safeguarding your panties a delicate pat - one last playful jest before disappearing beyond the doorway.
Jungkook coming back from tour to your clit pierced ✮⋆˙ anon req!
Tags: explicit sexual content, pwnp, clit piercing, hes a yapper, lowkey nerd!koo, pussy eating, piercing play, fingering, overstimulation, p in v, 2 orgasms for her, i think that’s it.
Words count: 1.9k
Mdni 18+
“Missed you,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips between kisses. Kneeling on the floor as you sit on the couch. “God, you have no idea. Every night. Every single night.”
“I missed you more,” you purred , as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His teeth graze your skin, and a bolt of pure desire shoots straight down your spine, pooling low in your belly. The secret you’re keeping there seems to pulse in time with your quickening heartbeat.
His hands slide lower, gripping the hem of your top, and he starts to pull it up. You lift your arms willingly, letting him strip the top off you. The cool air of the room kisses your skin, raising goosebumps. His heated gaze travels over you, clad only on your chest, not wearing a bra. His eyes are dark, appreciative, worshipful.
“So beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “My beautiful girl.”
He leans in to kiss the swell of your breast, lips making their way to your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard buds, sucking them so softly, his hands going to the hem of your shorts. This is it. The moment coils tight in your stomach, a mix of nerves and fierce anticipation. You watch his face, holding your breath.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and your underwear beneath, and in one smooth slow motion, he begins to pull them down your hips.
You lift your hips to help him, the fabric whispering over your skin. He draws them down your thighs, past your knees, his eyes following the path of his hands. Then he sees it.
His breath hitches, a sharp, audible intake that cuts through the quiet room. His hands, which were so confident and sure a second ago, go completely still, fingers curled into the fabric at your knees. His gaze is locked, utterly fixated, on the middle of your thighs.
There, nestled in the delicate, soft folds, is the surprise. A tiny, perfect, gleaming captive bead ring. The small silver hoop is elegant and delicate, the tiny bead—a smooth, polished sphere—sits snugly against your swollen flesh.
Jungkook’s jaw was on the floor, clearly shocked by the unexpected surprise, ”what!?” He said as a breathy laugh escaped him, “are you serious?” he blinked twice, staring in genuine surprise before looking back up at you.
“When did you get that?!” he asks, his voice rising with enthusiastic curiosity. He’s fully yapping now. “Oh my god. When? Why didn’t you tell me? Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt. Was it like a needle? It must have been a huge needle. Who did it? Was it clean? It looks clean. It’s so… shiny.”
He’s talking a mile a minute, his eyes darting over every detail. The tiny, perfect hoop. His hands slowly parting your folds carefully, The snug silver bead resting against your swollen flesh. The way it glints in the soft light from the floor lamp.
“It’s for you,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of arousal and amusement at his adorable, frantic reaction.
“For me?” He looks up, his eyes huge. “Like… a present?”
“A welcome home present, I got it three weeks ago.”
He processes this, his mouth forming a silent ‘O’. The concept seems to delight him even more. He looks back down, his head tilting the other way. “So it’s… mine? I mean, not mine mine, but like… for me to… appreciate?”
You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Yes, Jungkook. For you to appreciate.”
“Wow,” he whispers, finally reaching out. But not like before. His touch is now feather-light, incredibly tentative. He uses the very tip of his index finger to gently, so gently, boop the little silver bead. It moves the tiniest bit.
You jerk, a sharp intake of breath hissing through your teeth. The sensation is immediate and intense.
He yanks his hand back as if shocked. “Did that hurt? Was that bad?”
“No,” you whine. “No, it’s… just really sensitive.”
His eyes light up with renewed, fascinated interest. “Sensitive?” He says the word like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard. “More than before? Because of the metal? Does the metal make it colder? Or is it your body temperature? Wait, let me feel.”
This time, he doesn’t boop it. He lays the pad of his finger gently against the side of the hoop. He holds it there, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s warm,” he announces, as if reporting a major finding. “It’s your temperature. That’s so cool.”
He’s completely lost in his exploration, his previous goal of immediate sex entirely derailed by this new, shiny discovery. “Can I…?” he trails off, looking up at you for permission, his eyes sparkling.
“Can you what?”
“Can I just… look at it for a second? From different angles?” You burst out laughing, the tension and anticipation melting into pure affection for this ridiculous, silly man. “Yes, you can look.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his position, moving to kneel deeper on the floor. He gently puts his hands on your inner thighs to keep you still, He leans in, his face dangerously close.
“The craftsmanship is really good,” he says, utterly serious. “The hoop is perfectly circular. The bead is seamless. It’s not too big, not too small.” He glances up. “Was there a size chart? Did you pick the bead? What other options were there?”
“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his shoulder. “Are you doing a product review right now?”
He grins, unrepentant. “I’m appreciating my gift! Thoroughly!” He goes back to looking. “It suits you. It’s pretty. Edgy, but pretty.” He finally leans back, sitting on his heels, and just stares at you, his gaze taking in the whole, breathtaking picture; you spread out before him, adorned with this secret he now knows. The smile on his face is one of awestruck, possessive joy.
Then, the researcher vanishes, and the starving, devoted boyfriend comes crashing back. The playful curiosity in his eyes ignites into a hot, dark flame of desire.
“Okay,” he says, his voice dropping back into that rough, wanting register. “Appreciation time is over.”
“Oh, is it?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Now it’s…” He crawls back over you, caging you with his arms. His face is inches from yours. “Now it’s testing time.”
Before you can reply, he drops his head between your legs. But he’s not just diving in. He’s methodical. He blows a soft, cool stream of air directly over the piercing. You twitch violently.
“Sensitive,” he repeats, a note of success in his voice.
Then his tongue on you. A pointed lick that goes right over the silver ring, from bottom to top.
The effect is catastrophic. The cool metal, the hot, wet muscle, the direct pressure—it all combines into a sensation so sharp and sweet you cry out, your hips bucking off the couch.
He moans, the sound vibrating through you. “Fuck,” he groans against you. “the feedback is insane.”
He does it again, this time circling the bead with the very tip of his tongue, exploring the new topography of your body with a focus that leaves you breathless. Every tiny flick, every swirl, is magnified, wired directly into your central nervous system.
“Koo… please…” you beg, legs shaking violently, already feeling the coil of an orgasm tightening, way too soon.
“Please what?” He asks, lifting his head just enough to talk. His lips are glistening, his eyes drunk with power and pleasure. “Are you already close? But im just getting started,” He dips his head back down, this time taking the bead gently between his lips and sucking.
You see white. Your hands fly to his hair, fisting in the dark strands. “Oh, god..Right there, Don’t stop,”
He doesn’t. He eats you out with a dedicated, obsessive curiosity that was equal parts lover and mad inventor. He tests everything. How you react when he flicks the ring rapidly. How you shudder when he tugs it softly with his teeth. How you sob when he combines a slow, flat lick over it with a finger slipping inside you.
You are babbling, a complete mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his curious mouth and your own brave, stupid, wonderful decision.
“Koo.. please! Im gonna-“
He hummed with his lips wrapped around the silver bud, the vibration traveling through the metal and straight to your core. He adds a second finger, crooking them inside you, and doubles down on the suction.
You come with a shattered scream, your body arching so hard only his arms around your thighs keep you grounded. The orgasm is like electricity, arcing from the silver focal point through your entire being. He holds you through it, gentling his motions but not stopping, drinking every drop until you collapse, limp and trembling.
He crawls up your body, wiping his chin on his shoulder. He looks utterly, devastatingly pleased with himself. And so, so turned on. His jeans are painfully tight.
“I need to feel it with my dick,” He gets his jeans and boxers down just enough, holding his hard cock against your core, and started rubbing it between your folds.
You shake from the over sensitivity, lifting your hips away, trying to escape the delicious friction. But Jungkook doesn’t let you, he holds your hips firmly down with one hand, as he strokes his cock on your glistening pussy.
“Fuck, baby. This feels insane. I can feel it on my dick.”
He throws his head back, moaning loudly,
His hand stroking his cock now is pressing on the hard length, as he moves his hips in a sensual, rhythmic pace.
He looks down, watching the head of his cock nudge against the silver bead, wet from his tongue and mixed pre-cum. He meets your eyes, his own blazing.
“Best,” he grunts, pushing inside with one deep, relentless thrust that makes you both moan, “Gift.” Another thrust. “Ever.”
He sets a punishing, grateful pace. Each thrust of his hips grinds the piercing against his pubic bone, sending fresh sparks through your oversensitive flesh. Each withdrawal makes you whimper. He’s talking, a rough, broken commentary.
“Feel it… every time… god, who knew? Who knew it would be like this?”
You can only cling to him, nails scraping down his back, as he chases his own release. The combined sensations— his length sliding in and out your sensitive tight hole, one hand groping both your bouncing tits, the other roughly rubbing your clit and the silver bead— build you back up impossibly fast towards another peak.
“Cum with me,” he demands, his rhythm faltering. ”i can feel you close, baby. Come on, let go with me”
His words, his thrusts, the overwhelming rightness of him home and inside you, his steady thumb flicking your sensitive bud, it tips you over. Your second orgasm crashes into you, softer than the first but deeper, a warm, pooling wave of bliss that squeezes around him.
With a shout that’s part laugh, part sob, he follows you, pumping into you as he finds his own release, his body shuddering above yours.
He collapses, a dead weight of satisfied exhaustion, but rolls almost immediately to pull you against his side. You’re both a sticky, sweaty, happy mess on the couch.
His hand, as if magnetized, finds its way back between your thighs. He doesn’t stroke, just rests his fingers over the piercing, holding it gently. Making you flinch away.
“So,” he says after a few minutes of heavy breathing, his voice buzzing against your temple where his lips are pressed. “The aftercare. What’s that like? Salt water soaks? Specific soap? We need to get the right stuff. I’ll order it. Did they give you a pamphlet?”
You snort-laugh into his chest, the sound muffled. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m serious!” he insists, squeezing you. “It’s a high-value asset. Requires proper maintenance.” He’s quiet for another moment, then you feel his smile against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispers, all the playfulness gone, replaced by profound sincerity. “It’s the craziest, hottest, most ‘you’ thing ever. I love it.”
A/N: i ngl i had to search everything abt the clit piercing since I’ve no idea how it’s like so if there was any bs written, ignore it 😞
Jungkook coming back from tour to your clit pierced ✮⋆˙ anon req!
Tags: explicit sexual content, pwnp, clit piercing, hes a yapper, lowkey nerd!koo, pussy eating, piercing play, fingering, overstimulation, p in v, 2 orgasms for her, i think that’s it.
Words count: 1.9k
Mdni 18+
“Missed you,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips between kisses. Kneeling on the floor as you sit on the couch. “God, you have no idea. Every night. Every single night.”
“I missed you more,” you purred , as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His teeth graze your skin, and a bolt of pure desire shoots straight down your spine, pooling low in your belly. The secret you’re keeping there seems to pulse in time with your quickening heartbeat.
His hands slide lower, gripping the hem of your top, and he starts to pull it up. You lift your arms willingly, letting him strip the top off you. The cool air of the room kisses your skin, raising goosebumps. His heated gaze travels over you, clad only on your chest, not wearing a bra. His eyes are dark, appreciative, worshipful.
“So beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “My beautiful girl.”
He leans in to kiss the swell of your breast, lips making their way to your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard buds, sucking them so softly, his hands going to the hem of your shorts. This is it. The moment coils tight in your stomach, a mix of nerves and fierce anticipation. You watch his face, holding your breath.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and your underwear beneath, and in one smooth slow motion, he begins to pull them down your hips.
You lift your hips to help him, the fabric whispering over your skin. He draws them down your thighs, past your knees, his eyes following the path of his hands. Then he sees it.
His breath hitches, a sharp, audible intake that cuts through the quiet room. His hands, which were so confident and sure a second ago, go completely still, fingers curled into the fabric at your knees. His gaze is locked, utterly fixated, on the middle of your thighs.
There, nestled in the delicate, soft folds, is the surprise. A tiny, perfect, gleaming captive bead ring. The small silver hoop is elegant and delicate, the tiny bead—a smooth, polished sphere—sits snugly against your swollen flesh.
Jungkook’s jaw was on the floor, clearly shocked by the unexpected surprise, ”what!?” He said as a breathy laugh escaped him, “are you serious?” he blinked twice, staring in genuine surprise before looking back up at you.
“When did you get that?!” he asks, his voice rising with enthusiastic curiosity. He’s fully yapping now. “Oh my god. When? Why didn’t you tell me? Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt. Was it like a needle? It must have been a huge needle. Who did it? Was it clean? It looks clean. It’s so… shiny.”
He’s talking a mile a minute, his eyes darting over every detail. The tiny, perfect hoop. His hands slowly parting your folds carefully, The snug silver bead resting against your swollen flesh. The way it glints in the soft light from the floor lamp.
“It’s for you,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of arousal and amusement at his adorable, frantic reaction.
“For me?” He looks up, his eyes huge. “Like… a present?”
“A welcome home present, I got it three weeks ago.”
He processes this, his mouth forming a silent ‘O’. The concept seems to delight him even more. He looks back down, his head tilting the other way. “So it’s… mine? I mean, not mine mine, but like… for me to… appreciate?”
You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Yes, Jungkook. For you to appreciate.”
“Wow,” he whispers, finally reaching out. But not like before. His touch is now feather-light, incredibly tentative. He uses the very tip of his index finger to gently, so gently, boop the little silver bead. It moves the tiniest bit.
You jerk, a sharp intake of breath hissing through your teeth. The sensation is immediate and intense.
He yanks his hand back as if shocked. “Did that hurt? Was that bad?”
“No,” you whine. “No, it’s… just really sensitive.”
His eyes light up with renewed, fascinated interest. “Sensitive?” He says the word like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard. “More than before? Because of the metal? Does the metal make it colder? Or is it your body temperature? Wait, let me feel.”
This time, he doesn’t boop it. He lays the pad of his finger gently against the side of the hoop. He holds it there, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s warm,” he announces, as if reporting a major finding. “It’s your temperature. That’s so cool.”
He’s completely lost in his exploration, his previous goal of immediate sex entirely derailed by this new, shiny discovery. “Can I…?” he trails off, looking up at you for permission, his eyes sparkling.
“Can you what?”
“Can I just… look at it for a second? From different angles?” You burst out laughing, the tension and anticipation melting into pure affection for this ridiculous, silly man. “Yes, you can look.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his position, moving to kneel deeper on the floor. He gently puts his hands on your inner thighs to keep you still, He leans in, his face dangerously close.
“The craftsmanship is really good,” he says, utterly serious. “The hoop is perfectly circular. The bead is seamless. It’s not too big, not too small.” He glances up. “Was there a size chart? Did you pick the bead? What other options were there?”
“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his shoulder. “Are you doing a product review right now?”
He grins, unrepentant. “I’m appreciating my gift! Thoroughly!” He goes back to looking. “It suits you. It’s pretty. Edgy, but pretty.” He finally leans back, sitting on his heels, and just stares at you, his gaze taking in the whole, breathtaking picture; you spread out before him, adorned with this secret he now knows. The smile on his face is one of awestruck, possessive joy.
Then, the researcher vanishes, and the starving, devoted boyfriend comes crashing back. The playful curiosity in his eyes ignites into a hot, dark flame of desire.
“Okay,” he says, his voice dropping back into that rough, wanting register. “Appreciation time is over.”
“Oh, is it?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Now it’s…” He crawls back over you, caging you with his arms. His face is inches from yours. “Now it’s testing time.”
Before you can reply, he drops his head between your legs. But he’s not just diving in. He’s methodical. He blows a soft, cool stream of air directly over the piercing. You twitch violently.
“Sensitive,” he repeats, a note of success in his voice.
Then his tongue on you. A pointed lick that goes right over the silver ring, from bottom to top.
The effect is catastrophic. The cool metal, the hot, wet muscle, the direct pressure—it all combines into a sensation so sharp and sweet you cry out, your hips bucking off the couch.
He moans, the sound vibrating through you. “Fuck,” he groans against you. “the feedback is insane.”
He does it again, this time circling the bead with the very tip of his tongue, exploring the new topography of your body with a focus that leaves you breathless. Every tiny flick, every swirl, is magnified, wired directly into your central nervous system.
“Koo… please…” you beg, legs shaking violently, already feeling the coil of an orgasm tightening, way too soon.
“Please what?” He asks, lifting his head just enough to talk. His lips are glistening, his eyes drunk with power and pleasure. “Are you already close? But im just getting started,” He dips his head back down, this time taking the bead gently between his lips and sucking.
You see white. Your hands fly to his hair, fisting in the dark strands. “Oh, god..Right there, Don’t stop,”
He doesn’t. He eats you out with a dedicated, obsessive curiosity that was equal parts lover and mad inventor. He tests everything. How you react when he flicks the ring rapidly. How you shudder when he tugs it softly with his teeth. How you sob when he combines a slow, flat lick over it with a finger slipping inside you.
You are babbling, a complete mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his curious mouth and your own brave, stupid, wonderful decision.
“Koo.. please! Im gonna-“
He hummed with his lips wrapped around the silver bud, the vibration traveling through the metal and straight to your core. He adds a second finger, crooking them inside you, and doubles down on the suction.
You come with a shattered scream, your body arching so hard only his arms around your thighs keep you grounded. The orgasm is like electricity, arcing from the silver focal point through your entire being. He holds you through it, gentling his motions but not stopping, drinking every drop until you collapse, limp and trembling.
He crawls up your body, wiping his chin on his shoulder. He looks utterly, devastatingly pleased with himself. And so, so turned on. His jeans are painfully tight.
“I need to feel it with my dick,” He gets his jeans and boxers down just enough, holding his hard cock against your core, and started rubbing it between your folds.
You shake from the over sensitivity, lifting your hips away, trying to escape the delicious friction. But Jungkook doesn’t let you, he holds your hips firmly down with one hand, as he strokes his cock on your glistening pussy.
“Fuck, baby. This feels insane. I can feel it on my dick.”
He throws his head back, moaning loudly,
His hand stroking his cock now is pressing on the hard length, as he moves his hips in a sensual, rhythmic pace.
He looks down, watching the head of his cock nudge against the silver bead, wet from his tongue and mixed pre-cum. He meets your eyes, his own blazing.
“Best,” he grunts, pushing inside with one deep, relentless thrust that makes you both moan, “Gift.” Another thrust. “Ever.”
He sets a punishing, grateful pace. Each thrust of his hips grinds the piercing against his pubic bone, sending fresh sparks through your oversensitive flesh. Each withdrawal makes you whimper. He’s talking, a rough, broken commentary.
“Feel it… every time… god, who knew? Who knew it would be like this?”
You can only cling to him, nails scraping down his back, as he chases his own release. The combined sensations— his length sliding in and out your sensitive tight hole, one hand groping both your bouncing tits, the other roughly rubbing your clit and the silver bead— build you back up impossibly fast towards another peak.
“Cum with me,” he demands, his rhythm faltering. ”i can feel you close, baby. Come on, let go with me”
His words, his thrusts, the overwhelming rightness of him home and inside you, his steady thumb flicking your sensitive bud, it tips you over. Your second orgasm crashes into you, softer than the first but deeper, a warm, pooling wave of bliss that squeezes around him.
With a shout that’s part laugh, part sob, he follows you, pumping into you as he finds his own release, his body shuddering above yours.
He collapses, a dead weight of satisfied exhaustion, but rolls almost immediately to pull you against his side. You’re both a sticky, sweaty, happy mess on the couch.
His hand, as if magnetized, finds its way back between your thighs. He doesn’t stroke, just rests his fingers over the piercing, holding it gently. Making you flinch away.
“So,” he says after a few minutes of heavy breathing, his voice buzzing against your temple where his lips are pressed. “The aftercare. What’s that like? Salt water soaks? Specific soap? We need to get the right stuff. I’ll order it. Did they give you a pamphlet?”
You snort-laugh into his chest, the sound muffled. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m serious!” he insists, squeezing you. “It’s a high-value asset. Requires proper maintenance.” He’s quiet for another moment, then you feel his smile against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispers, all the playfulness gone, replaced by profound sincerity. “It’s the craziest, hottest, most ‘you’ thing ever. I love it.”
A/N: i ngl i had to search everything abt the clit piercing since I’ve no idea how it’s like so if there was any bs written, ignore it 😞
Jungkook coming back from tour to your clit pierced ✮⋆˙ anon req!
Tags: explicit sexual content, pwnp, clit piercing, hes a yapper, lowkey nerd!koo, pussy eating, piercing play, fingering, overstimulation, p in v, 2 orgasms for her, i think that’s it.
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“Missed you,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips between kisses. Kneeling on the floor as you sit on the couch. “God, you have no idea. Every night. Every single night.”
“I missed you more,” you purred , as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His teeth graze your skin, and a bolt of pure desire shoots straight down your spine, pooling low in your belly. The secret you’re keeping there seems to pulse in time with your quickening heartbeat.
His hands slide lower, gripping the hem of your top, and he starts to pull it up. You lift your arms willingly, letting him strip the top off you. The cool air of the room kisses your skin, raising goosebumps. His heated gaze travels over you, clad only on your chest, not wearing a bra. His eyes are dark, appreciative, worshipful.
“So beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “My beautiful girl.”
He leans in to kiss the swell of your breast, lips making their way to your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard buds, sucking them so softly, his hands going to the hem of your shorts. This is it. The moment coils tight in your stomach, a mix of nerves and fierce anticipation. You watch his face, holding your breath.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and your underwear beneath, and in one smooth slow motion, he begins to pull them down your hips.
You lift your hips to help him, the fabric whispering over your skin. He draws them down your thighs, past your knees, his eyes following the path of his hands. Then he sees it.
His breath hitches, a sharp, audible intake that cuts through the quiet room. His hands, which were so confident and sure a second ago, go completely still, fingers curled into the fabric at your knees. His gaze is locked, utterly fixated, on the middle of your thighs.
There, nestled in the delicate, soft folds, is the surprise. A tiny, perfect, gleaming captive bead ring. The small silver hoop is elegant and delicate, the tiny bead—a smooth, polished sphere—sits snugly against your swollen flesh.
Jungkook’s jaw was on the floor, clearly shocked by the unexpected surprise, ”what!?” He said as a breathy laugh escaped him, “are you serious?” he blinked twice, staring in genuine surprise before looking back up at you.
“When did you get that?!” he asks, his voice rising with enthusiastic curiosity. He’s fully yapping now. “Oh my god. When? Why didn’t you tell me? Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt. Was it like a needle? It must have been a huge needle. Who did it? Was it clean? It looks clean. It’s so… shiny.”
He’s talking a mile a minute, his eyes darting over every detail. The tiny, perfect hoop. His hands slowly parting your folds carefully, The snug silver bead resting against your swollen flesh. The way it glints in the soft light from the floor lamp.
“It’s for you,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of arousal and amusement at his adorable, frantic reaction.
“For me?” He looks up, his eyes huge. “Like… a present?”
“A welcome home present, I got it three weeks ago.”
He processes this, his mouth forming a silent ‘O’. The concept seems to delight him even more. He looks back down, his head tilting the other way. “So it’s… mine? I mean, not mine mine, but like… for me to… appreciate?”
You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Yes, Jungkook. For you to appreciate.”
“Wow,” he whispers, finally reaching out. But not like before. His touch is now feather-light, incredibly tentative. He uses the very tip of his index finger to gently, so gently, boop the little silver bead. It moves the tiniest bit.
You jerk, a sharp intake of breath hissing through your teeth. The sensation is immediate and intense.
He yanks his hand back as if shocked. “Did that hurt? Was that bad?”
“No,” you whine. “No, it’s… just really sensitive.”
His eyes light up with renewed, fascinated interest. “Sensitive?” He says the word like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard. “More than before? Because of the metal? Does the metal make it colder? Or is it your body temperature? Wait, let me feel.”
This time, he doesn’t boop it. He lays the pad of his finger gently against the side of the hoop. He holds it there, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s warm,” he announces, as if reporting a major finding. “It’s your temperature. That’s so cool.”
He’s completely lost in his exploration, his previous goal of immediate sex entirely derailed by this new, shiny discovery. “Can I…?” he trails off, looking up at you for permission, his eyes sparkling.
“Can you what?”
“Can I just… look at it for a second? From different angles?” You burst out laughing, the tension and anticipation melting into pure affection for this ridiculous, silly man. “Yes, you can look.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his position, moving to kneel deeper on the floor. He gently puts his hands on your inner thighs to keep you still, He leans in, his face dangerously close.
“The craftsmanship is really good,” he says, utterly serious. “The hoop is perfectly circular. The bead is seamless. It’s not too big, not too small.” He glances up. “Was there a size chart? Did you pick the bead? What other options were there?”
“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his shoulder. “Are you doing a product review right now?”
He grins, unrepentant. “I’m appreciating my gift! Thoroughly!” He goes back to looking. “It suits you. It’s pretty. Edgy, but pretty.” He finally leans back, sitting on his heels, and just stares at you, his gaze taking in the whole, breathtaking picture; you spread out before him, adorned with this secret he now knows. The smile on his face is one of awestruck, possessive joy.
Then, the researcher vanishes, and the starving, devoted boyfriend comes crashing back. The playful curiosity in his eyes ignites into a hot, dark flame of desire.
“Okay,” he says, his voice dropping back into that rough, wanting register. “Appreciation time is over.”
“Oh, is it?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Now it’s…” He crawls back over you, caging you with his arms. His face is inches from yours. “Now it’s testing time.”
Before you can reply, he drops his head between your legs. But he’s not just diving in. He’s methodical. He blows a soft, cool stream of air directly over the piercing. You twitch violently.
“Sensitive,” he repeats, a note of success in his voice.
Then his tongue on you. A pointed lick that goes right over the silver ring, from bottom to top.
The effect is catastrophic. The cool metal, the hot, wet muscle, the direct pressure—it all combines into a sensation so sharp and sweet you cry out, your hips bucking off the couch.
He moans, the sound vibrating through you. “Fuck,” he groans against you. “the feedback is insane.”
He does it again, this time circling the bead with the very tip of his tongue, exploring the new topography of your body with a focus that leaves you breathless. Every tiny flick, every swirl, is magnified, wired directly into your central nervous system.
“Koo… please…” you beg, legs shaking violently, already feeling the coil of an orgasm tightening, way too soon.
“Please what?” He asks, lifting his head just enough to talk. His lips are glistening, his eyes drunk with power and pleasure. “Are you already close? But im just getting started,” He dips his head back down, this time taking the bead gently between his lips and sucking.
You see white. Your hands fly to his hair, fisting in the dark strands. “Oh, god..Right there, Don’t stop,”
He doesn’t. He eats you out with a dedicated, obsessive curiosity that was equal parts lover and mad inventor. He tests everything. How you react when he flicks the ring rapidly. How you shudder when he tugs it softly with his teeth. How you sob when he combines a slow, flat lick over it with a finger slipping inside you.
You are babbling, a complete mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his curious mouth and your own brave, stupid, wonderful decision.
“Koo.. please! Im gonna-“
He hummed with his lips wrapped around the silver bud, the vibration traveling through the metal and straight to your core. He adds a second finger, crooking them inside you, and doubles down on the suction.
You come with a shattered scream, your body arching so hard only his arms around your thighs keep you grounded. The orgasm is like electricity, arcing from the silver focal point through your entire being. He holds you through it, gentling his motions but not stopping, drinking every drop until you collapse, limp and trembling.
He crawls up your body, wiping his chin on his shoulder. He looks utterly, devastatingly pleased with himself. And so, so turned on. His jeans are painfully tight.
“I need to feel it with my dick,” He gets his jeans and boxers down just enough, holding his hard cock against your core, and started rubbing it between your folds.
You shake from the over sensitivity, lifting your hips away, trying to escape the delicious friction. But Jungkook doesn’t let you, he holds your hips firmly down with one hand, as he strokes his cock on your glistening pussy.
“Fuck, baby. This feels insane. I can feel it on my dick.”
He throws his head back, moaning loudly,
His hand stroking his cock now is pressing on the hard length, as he moves his hips in a sensual, rhythmic pace.
He looks down, watching the head of his cock nudge against the silver bead, wet from his tongue and mixed pre-cum. He meets your eyes, his own blazing.
“Best,” he grunts, pushing inside with one deep, relentless thrust that makes you both moan, “Gift.” Another thrust. “Ever.”
He sets a punishing, grateful pace. Each thrust of his hips grinds the piercing against his pubic bone, sending fresh sparks through your oversensitive flesh. Each withdrawal makes you whimper. He’s talking, a rough, broken commentary.
“Feel it… every time… god, who knew? Who knew it would be like this?”
You can only cling to him, nails scraping down his back, as he chases his own release. The combined sensations— his length sliding in and out your sensitive tight hole, one hand groping both your bouncing tits, the other roughly rubbing your clit and the silver bead— build you back up impossibly fast towards another peak.
“Cum with me,” he demands, his rhythm faltering. ”i can feel you close, baby. Come on, let go with me”
His words, his thrusts, the overwhelming rightness of him home and inside you, his steady thumb flicking your sensitive bud, it tips you over. Your second orgasm crashes into you, softer than the first but deeper, a warm, pooling wave of bliss that squeezes around him.
With a shout that’s part laugh, part sob, he follows you, pumping into you as he finds his own release, his body shuddering above yours.
He collapses, a dead weight of satisfied exhaustion, but rolls almost immediately to pull you against his side. You’re both a sticky, sweaty, happy mess on the couch.
His hand, as if magnetized, finds its way back between your thighs. He doesn’t stroke, just rests his fingers over the piercing, holding it gently. Making you flinch away.
“So,” he says after a few minutes of heavy breathing, his voice buzzing against your temple where his lips are pressed. “The aftercare. What’s that like? Salt water soaks? Specific soap? We need to get the right stuff. I’ll order it. Did they give you a pamphlet?”
You snort-laugh into his chest, the sound muffled. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m serious!” he insists, squeezing you. “It’s a high-value asset. Requires proper maintenance.” He’s quiet for another moment, then you feel his smile against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispers, all the playfulness gone, replaced by profound sincerity. “It’s the craziest, hottest, most ‘you’ thing ever. I love it.”
A/N: i ngl i had to search everything abt the clit piercing since I’ve no idea how it’s like so if there was any bs written, ignore it 😞
dad to be!jimin who makes sure that you’ve eaten enough for both you and the baby everyday. he’d ordered extra fries or larger portions of food for you, even when you protested. he insisted that you and the baby needed all the nutrients they could get.
dad to be!jimin who treated everyday of your pregnancy like a maintenance day. he’d feed you, take you on shopping sprees, drive you to mani-pedi appointments and have your hairdressers come to the home and doll you up. he didn’t allow you to drive during your pregnancy (even while he was at practice or at the studio). he’d send staff to the house to escort you anywhere you needed to be. even to hermés to get you some pregnancy gifts.
dad to be!jimin who sang to your tummy every night. he read somewhere that music soothed children in the womb or something like that, and of course he wanted your baby to have a passion for music just like you two did. he already discussed with you endlessly about the instrument lessons he wanted to put your child in.
“how about piano? we could use a pianist in the family. i think guitar would be good as well, and namjoon could teach them how to write-“
“baby,” you’d interrupt. “can the baby please get here first darling?”
dad to be!jimin who researched EVERYTHING he needed to know prior to you going into labor. he researched contractions, teething, postpartum care, what foods the baby should eat, breastfeeding, everything. he didn’t joke when it came to raising the baby correctly, or caring about you the way you needed.
dad to be!jimin who insisted that you didn’t lift a finger during your pregnancy. he’d cook, clean, do the laundry, do the dishes, drive you, everything. he’d even beg for you to allow him to bathe you. (which you protested but always failed to get through to him). even when you exercised, he kept a close eye on you, making sure you didn’t overwork yourself.
dad to be!jimin who broke into tears once he found out you were pregnant. he called his parents, your parents, the bangtan boys, tweeted to army, even his manager knew. the pride and joy in his life was being blessed enough to be the father of your kids. he couldn’t deny that when he was reminded of the family you two were growing, he became more emotional as time went on.
dad to be!jimin who never let you forget that you were his first baby. your health came first. every checkup and doctor visit, he paid close attention to everything the doctor said. he gave you extra water, fruits, as much medicine as you needed, and stressed the fact you needed rest constantly.
dad to be!jimin who always reminded you that he was blessed to experience this with you. to him, pregnancy was the ultimate gift. the love of his life giving birth to his very own child exuded the ultimate display of love. you loved him enough to go through the pain for 9+ months to deliver his sweet baby boy/girl who would be a spitting image of you both.
“i’m so proud of you love, my sweet baby. i can’t wait to be a father. there’s no one else who’d id rather experience this with,”
dad to be!jimin who cuddled you the second you finished giving birth. he held you close, stroking the sweat off your forehead and kissing your flushed cheeks. he calmed you down, rocking you to bed against his chest until he waited for the doctors to finish running tests on your newborn.
“you did so well darling, i love you so much. thank you so much, you did amazing sweetheart,”
dad to be!jimin who shortly after getting familiar with caring for your baby, started talking about having another one. he wanted a large family with you. as many babies as you were willing to push, he was willing to care for. and to be honest, you were willing to give him as many children as he wanted. at night once the baby was finally asleep, he’d hold you closer. rubbing his palms against your beautiful stretch marks, reminding you exactly how beautiful you were and how much he would love to go through this experience once more.
“i think our baby would like a little sibling soon. don’t you think? how many mini-us’s can we bring? you know you look sexy pregnant right?”
you’d roll your eyes at his comment, smirking as you did so. truthfully so, despite all the pain the labor was, jimin made the experience better. and you were willing to go through all of it again for your husband.
a/n: this was req by a few followers, it’s lowkey a filler post until my series comes out so i hope u enjoy!
