🝮 Summary: It all started as a game. Four people, one agreement, and one forbidden rule: no kissing. Full swap was supposed to be just an experiment, but the first night between you and your best friend Jungkook changed everything. He touched you like no one else ever had, and you responded to him in a way his girlfriend never did. You both had to stop... but instead, you wanted more. And the second time it happened, Jungkook crossed the most important line — he kissed you. You lost control and realized that you belonged only to each other.
🝮 Couple: Jeon Jungkook x The Reader, Jungkook x Y/N
🝮 Age restrictions: 18+
🝮 Size: one shot (16+ k words)
🝮 Tags: best friends to lovers, friends with benefits, slow burn, angst, smut, swinging, partner swap, nsfw, explicit content, mature content, sexual tension, oral sex, raw sex, rough sex, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, deepthroat, soft dom!jungkook, dirty talk, nipple play, clit play, orgasm control, overstimulation, tattooed jungkook, piercing kink, forbidden desire, sexual experimentation, jealousy, unspoken feelings, intimacy, no kissing rule, boundary breaking
🝮 From author: If you're curious about how I came up with this fanfic, how I feel, and what I'll publish next, read THIS NOTE. I decided to write it separately so as not to spoil the impression of the story 💜 In any case, I love you, my dearest readers 💜
🝮 Warning: This story contains themes of swinging, infidelity, and very detailed descriptions of sexual scenes (explicit smut). There are moments of intense sexual tension, oral sex, anatomical descriptions, and morally complex situations between the characters. ❗ If you are under 18, do not read this story, or read it at your own risk. English is not my native language, so the text may contain grammatical errors, inaccuracies, or weird sentences. I ask for your understanding 🥺🫶🏻
The tart taste of whiskey burns your throat, leaving a warm trail as you take your last sip. The glass chills your fingers, but that sensation is suddenly interrupted by a light touch.
Jungkook.
His fingers, warm and careful, touch yours as he takes the empty glass from your hand and places it on the table. You look up, and his gaze—deep, with a barely noticeable spark—makes your heart skip a beat.
He smiles, but it's not the usual, friendly smile you've seen a thousand times before. There's something new in it, something that makes you feel a thrill inside.
"Let's go," he says quietly, taking your hand. His palm is warm and insistent, and you let him lead you away.
Your footsteps echo in the silence of the hotel room, and you feel reality blurring, as if you were in some surreal dream.
Jungkook is your best friend. The one you shared secrets with, laughed until you cried, drank coffee with in the morning, and argued about silly things. And now he's leading you to bed. And you agreed to it. To swinging. The word sounds foreign in your head, but at the same time, it sends an electric shock through your nerves.
You and Jungkook have always been close — best friends who knew each other better than anyone else. You could talk for hours about everything in the world, and even your boyfriend Sojung joked that sometimes Jungkook knew you better than he did.
That's why you often spent time together with your partners. The four of you would get together, drink, talk, and relax.
One evening, when your boyfriend, Jungkook, and his girlfriend, Yujeong, were sitting in the living room of your apartment, you started talking about sex. It was a common topic in your group, which, as always, started with a joke. All four of you were open to experimenting in sex and you loved sharing each other's secrets to spice up your sexual relationships.
You don't remember exactly how the conversation started about swapping partners, but you remember well how Jungkook suggested this experiment. You were shocked that this suggestion came from him.
"Do you think we could try it? I've heard that swinging is a cool thing. It's like it strengthens relationships," he said, glancing at you.
You almost choked on your wine. Jungkook? Your Jungkook, who always seemed so... safe, was now suggesting partner swapping?
You waited for him to say it was a joke, but Yujeong immediately supported the idea, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. To your surprise, Sojung nodded enthusiastically and agreed as well, as if it were the most brilliant suggestion in the world. You sat there, clutching your glass, trying to hide your confusion. You loved experiments, but this... this was something completely different.
"You recently told me you wanted to try something new," your boyfriend said, smiling at you. His hand was on your knee, and you felt him squeeze it gently, as if to encourage you.
You glanced quickly at Jungkook but managed to notice so much. He looked back at you, and you saw in his eyes a challenge, curiosity, and most importantly, a dark shadow of desire that you had never seen before. You knew he would never have suggested this if he wasn't sure it would be acceptable to everyone. And yet your heart sank at the thought that you might cross the line with someone who had always been just a friend.
"I don't know..." you said suddenly, hesitant, but at the same time catching yourself thinking about how it felt to have Jungkook so close. You sat up straight, leaning away from Sojung, placing your glass on the table. "I certainly wanted something new, but swinging...?"
You glanced at Jungkook again. Sojung and Yujeong began to gently persuade you, arguing that it would be interesting, a new experience that would give you new sensations, while Jungkook just smiled slightly, when drinking his a honey-colored drink. You were surprised that he was silent, because it was his idea, but for some reason he was in no hurry to persuade you. His smile was mysterious, it even made you tense up. He looked as if he knew that he shouldn't even try to persuade you, that you would want it yourself.
In the end, you agreed. You discussed when and where it would happen and agreed on boundaries that no one would cross. You could have sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, using various tools for stimulation, of course respecting each other's desires, but the only thing you couldn't do was kiss.
Your boyfriend suggested this, explaining that kissing is only possible between couples. This boundary is a must because kissing is something too intimate, something that belongs only to the two of you. Sojung said this with such confidence that you felt relieved. Kissing has always been special to you, a moment when you felt truly close to your boyfriend. The idea that this boundary would remain intact gave you a sense of control, as if you were still keeping a part of yourself safe. You all nodded in agreement with the rule, and Jungkook, as always, just smiled slightly, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, but only noticeable to you.
You return to the moment in the bedroom. The soft light from the bedside lamps creates an atmosphere of intimacy. You stand in front of Jungkook, feeling the air between you become thick, as if electrified. You still can't believe you're about to have sex with your best friend, the person who was almost like a brother to you.
Jungkook is a damn hot man, and you'd be lying if you said you never liked him. When he started dating girls in his teens, you secretly wished he was yours, but it didn't work out. He never looked at you as an object of adoration, and you concluded that you just weren't his type.
You had a boyfriend when you were in high school and had one when you were in college. You were single for a long time until you met Sojun. You started dating him, and your relationship has lasted for several years. Your boyfriend was perfect for you, and you were happy in your relationship. Therefore, the fact that you were going to have sex with another man was exciting and somewhat uncomfortable for you. And considering that this man is Jungkook, the situation felt like it was on the verge of panic.
You stopped by the bed. Jungkook turns to you and his smile is the same, but there is something elusive trembling at the corners of his lips. Is he nervous? You're not sure. But your own nerves are stretched tight like strings. You can't let him see your weakness. It's just... an experiment. Just one night. Just swinging.
He comes closer, and you feel the warmth of his body without even touching him. His fingers reach for your short button-down shirt. Slowly, almost teasingly, he unbuttons the first button. You watch his movements, how his fingers move with unexpected tenderness. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you're afraid he'll hear it. Why are you reacting this way? It's Jungkook. Your friend. The one who knows you hate red beans and always laughs at your failed selfies. But now, as he unbuttons your blouse, you don't recognize him or yourself.
The blouse falls to the floor, and you stand before him in your bra. He smiles, and that smile is both familiar and completely foreign. He leans toward your ear, and you feel his warm breath on your skin as his fingers find the clasp of your bra.
Your bra falls to the floor, joining your blouse.
Jungkook leans over to look at you, and you instinctively cover your chest with your hands, even though you know it's pointless. He's seen you running around in his T-shirt without a bra after spilling coffee on your dress, he seen you when you was wearing in home T-shirt without bra too. But now it's different. His gaze isn't just friendly—it's intense, hungry, and you feel your skin burning under it.
Jungkook takes another step closer, and his proximity makes you tremble, but you try not to show it. His fingers find your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your arms away. You force yourself to breathe evenly, but it's difficult when his touch makes your heart beat faster. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you, and in his eyes you see the same dark shadow of desire that you noticed back then, in the living room, when he proposed this crazy idea.
"You're nervous," he says softly, his voice sounding like velvet, enveloping you. It's not a question, but a statement, and you feel your face flush. You want to argue, to say that everything is fine, that you have everything under control, but the words get stuck in your throat. He knows you too well. He always has.
"Are you?" you manage to squeeze out, hoping your voice sounds at least a little confident.
Jungkook smiles, and that smile is a mixture of playfulness and something completely unknown to you before.
"Maybe a little," he admits, and you feel relieved by his honesty. But then he leans closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, and whispers, "But I like that you're nervous."
You feel his fingers slide down your waist, slowly, as if he's savoring every second of this moment. His touch is light, but it leaves a noticeable mark, and you can't understand why your body is reacting so strongly.
His hands stop at the zipper of your jeans and you hold your breath. You want to say something to ease the tension, but all you can do is watch his movements as he slowly unzips your fly.
"Do you remember the rules?" you ask, trying to regain control. You hesitate for a moment, and you immediately mentally berate yourself for it. "No kissing."
He stops, his hands frozen on your hips, and you see his lips stretch into a smile.
"I remember," he says, but there's something in his tone that makes you doubt his words for a moment. His fingers slide lower, removing your jeans, and you feel your legs go weak. You stand before him almost naked, and his gaze, which runs over your body, seems too intimate for what you agreed to consider just an experiment.
Jungkook almost reverently takes your breast in his hand and leans down to kiss it. You instinctively grab his shoulders, feeling his wet tongue on your nipple. His lips gently touch your nipple, and you feel a wave of heat spread throughout your body. Jungkook takes his time, his tongue slowly circling the sensitive bud, then gently sucking, making you gasp.
Your fingers grip his shoulders tighter, as if looking for support, while his other hand squeezes your other breast, massaging it with a perfect balance of gentleness and insistence. You feel the wetness between your legs becoming more noticeable, causing you to nervously squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal.
Jungkook breaks away from your breast, his lips glistening in the dim light of the lamps, and he looks up at you. His eyes are dark, full of desire, but there is also something tender, almost caring in them. He leans closer, so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. It's a dangerous line, and you catch yourself involuntarily glancing at his lips, at the piercing that glitters in the light.
"If it gets too much, just say and I'll stop," he whispers, his voice low and husky, but with a hint of seriousness. "And if you want more... just say my name."
You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling your heart beat even faster. You nod, not trusting your voice, and he smiles again—that smile that always made you laugh, but now it seems dangerous, seductive.
You see his eyes fall to your chest, then move up to explore your collarbone and neck.
"One more question," he says gently, touching your hair. He pushes it back so he can see your neck better. "Are kisses on the neck also forbidden?"
You freeze, feeling everything inside you tighten at his voice and words.
"Yes," you reply, trying to sound firm. "Kisses on the neck... are the same as kisses on the lips. It's too intimate for me."
Jungkook nods, his smile softening.
"Okay, no neck," he says, and you feel relief, but at the same time a strange disappointment. His hands slide lower, to your waist, and he gently but confidently turns you back toward the bed and then lays you down on it. You feel the softness of the sheets beneath your back, and your heart pounds as he leans over you, his eyes scanning your body.
He touches the edge of your thong, slowly pulling it down.
"Relax," he says, his voice soft but with a hint of humor you know so well. "I'm going to make you happy tonight,"
You laugh softly, catching his usual playful tone, which always defused the tension between you. But now your laugh sounds nervous, and you feel your cheeks burning as he pulls your thong off completely, leaving you completely naked. His gaze slides over your body, and you see his eyes darken with admiration.
"You know, I always knew that underneath those hideously oversized T-shirts of yours was the sexiest body," he says, his voice sounding playfulness.
You snort, trying to hide your embarrassment.
"From what you knew that?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as he looms over you, still fully clothed.
He smiles, his hands resting on the bed on either side of you.
"From your curves," he replies, his gaze sliding over your body. "Even your huge t-shirts or hoodie couldn't hide them."
You freeze and you look at each other. You not knowing why his words are so pleasing to you. It's just a normal compliment, but you feel pleased that he likes your body. Jungkook slowly leans toward you, and you panic that he's going to kiss you, and when he almost touches your lips, you turn your face away. You feel his breath on your cheek, and you can't help but wonder if he would have kissed you if you hadn't turned away.
Jungkook touches your face with his fingers and gently turns it toward him. You bite your lip to hide your embarrassment.
"I won't kiss you," he assures you. "Don't worry, I won't do it... unless you ask me to," he says with a smile. You raise your eyebrows. Of course you won't ask him.
"You know I won't do it. But you're teasing me, I can tell," you say honestly. Jungkook laughs softly, revealing a row of perfect teeth.
"You know teasing you is my favorite thing to do," he says, and you roll your eyes. You want to reply that now is not the time for that, but at that moment you feel his lips touch your ear. "I want to eat you, do you allow me?"
You nervously swallow, feeling your body tense with anticipation.
"Yes," you whisper, and you see his obvious satisfaction with your answer.
Jungkook moves lower, spreading your legs and opening you up. He looks at your wet pussy and feels his cock getting harder. He knows he's going to enjoy you to the fullest today.
First, his lips touch the inside of your thigh, and you feel goosebumps running down your skin. He takes his time, kissing your skin, slowly moving higher. His tongue slides over your sensitive area, and you clench the sheets, trying to hold back a moan. His movements are confident but gentle as he explores you. Your swollen clitoris is too sensitive, and you catch yourself thinking that you might orgasm too quickly.
His fingers join his tongue, gently penetrating you, and you feel your body tremble with pleasure. He knows what he's doing, and it drives you crazy. His tongue circles your clitoris, and his fingers move in perfect rhythm, bringing you to the edge. You feel the tension building, and when his tongue makes one last, precise movement, you can't hold back. Your body jerks, and you come, moaning loudly as the orgasm washes over you.
Jungkook rises, his lips glistening with your juices, and he leans over you, pressing his hard cock, still hidden under his jeans, right into your pussy. You feel his hardness, and it makes your body tense again in anticipation of more.
His breath is hot, tickling your lips, and you open your eyes to meet his gaze. But your gaze falls treacherously back to his lips, to that piercing that beckons you so. You admit to yourself that you want to kiss him, and the thought scares you because it's forbidden.
"It's time for you to get undressed," you say, trying to sound confident, even though your voice breaks with excitement.
"I can make you come again without even getting undressed," he says, his voice full of confidence. You snort, hugging his shoulders.
"You sound too bold, as usual," you reply, then slide your hands down his torso, touching the edge of his T-shirt.
Jungkook smiles slightly, but lets you pull his T-shirt off. When his body is exposed, you can't help but admire it: his sculpted muscles, the tattoos covering his entire arm and extending onto his chest. His lip piercing glitters in the light of the lamps as he leans toward you again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling how warm his skin is beneath your fingers. He starts rubbing against your pussy, still in his jeans, and you feel your clit come alive again from the stimulation. The sweet sensation between your legs returns, and you moan, unable to hold back.
His nose slides along your jaw, and he whispers,
"You smell so good... I love your scent."
You almost go crazy from his words, from the rubbing of his cock against your pussy, from his hot breath tickling your skin. You almost needed on his kisses so much, but you can't ask him for them, you can't break the rules. His movements become faster, sometimes alternating with sharp ones, and you close your eyes, feeling the pleasure grow. Your legs are wrapped around his buttocks, and you squeeze him tighter, as if you want to hold on to this moment.
"How many times did Sojung make you come in one night?" he suddenly asks. You hear his voice hoarse with desire. He continues to rub against you.
You half-open your eyes, but the orgasm is already approaching, and you don't have time to answer. At that moment, you suddenly remember your boyfriend and what is happening now. Sojung is in the next room with Yujeong, but this thought does not make you jealous or curious. Jungkook has overshadowed everything — your thoughts, your feelings. You only want him. His movements become even more insistent, and you feel your body tremble as you approach orgasm. You close your eyes, throw your head back on the pillow, and moan as a second orgasm overwhelms you, making you tremble beneath him.
Jungkook stops, giving you time to catch your breath, but his body is still pressed against yours. You can feel his hard cock still pressing against you, and it makes you want more. It becomes incredibly interesting to feel him inside you.
He leans closer, his lips dangerously close to yours again, and you feel your will weakening. You want to kiss him so badly, and it scares you more than anything that has happened before.
"You still haven't answered my question," he reminds you. You breathe in quickly and heavily, trying to calm down after your second orgasm.
"Twice," you say the truth, although you probably should have lied. Jungkook made you come twice without even taking his clothes off, and Sojung brought you to orgasm only with his fingers and his cock a few times. In fact, your sex with Sojung was nowhere near what you felt between you and Jungkook. You enjoyed being with your boyfriend and loved to please him, but he never treated your body with the same attention as Jungkook did.
"Only twice?" he raised an eyebrow, as if not believing your words. Then he smiled confidently. "He should try harder for a woman like you."
You don't know how to respond to his words. You're scared that you like what he's saying, but he's criticizing your boyfriend, so you have to defend him somehow.
"He tries hard, maybe it's because of me," you say. You really thought so, because you rarely felt intense pleasure during sex. Every time, you thought, "This is it, it's going to happen," but Sojung finished before you did.
Jongkook leans toward you again, pressing his body against yours. He runs his eyes over your face, enjoying your beauty.
"If a woman is unsatisfied during sex, it's not her problem, it's the problem of the man who is fucking her," he replies, justifying you. You like what he says, but you still have doubts. Although Jungkook was able to make you come twice without even taking his clothes off.
"What about you? How many times did you make Yujeong come?" you ask, trying to divert attention from yourself.
"Five times," he says with a hint of pride. You widen your eyes. Five? Is it really possible to make someone come five times in one night?
"Are you kidding?" you ask with irony in your voice. Jungkook bites his piercing and you can't help but stare at the movement. "You fucked her for a day so she could cum that many times?" you joke. Jungkook smiles.
"Yes. It was almost a day," he confirms. You look up sharply, looking into his eyes, and realize that he is more than serious. "It's a shame I don't have a day with you, I would make you cum even more times."
You shake your head, laughing hysterically at his words.
"Don't be silly. I'd die if you fucked me for 24 hours," you joke. But Jungkook doesn't find it funny. He suddenly thrusts his hips, making you gasp.
"You wouldn't die. You would have endured every one of those orgasms..." he says quietly. "Fuck... now I won't be able to stop thinking about it," he admits. You raise your eyebrows, feeling him stimulate you again. You know his pants are already completely soaked with your and his cum. You want to take it further, but he's still fully clothed.
"No, Kook," you say, breathing deeply. "Don't even think about it... it'll never happen."
He stops. You look at each other and you see his gaze flash dangerously. You don't like that your friend is saying all these things to you, knowing that tonight will be the only night between you.
"Aren't you tired yet?" he asks, changing the subject.
You smile sarcastically. Your hands involuntarily slide down his back, exploring his muscles, his tattoos, the warmth of his skin.
"Why would I be tired?" you ask in response.
"You haven't had an orgasm more than twice, and I'm going to bring you to at least one more. Are you sure you can handle it?" he says cheekily. You look into his eyes, ready to accept his challenge.
"I can handle you better than you think, Jeon," you reply. His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them gently.
"Then say my name, and I'll show you what I'm capable of,"
You hold your breath, feeling your body respond to him again, even though you've just had two orgasms. His closeness, his scent, his voice — it all makes you forget about the rules, about Sojung, about Yujeong. You want to say his name, but something inside you still resists. You bite your lip, trying to collect your thoughts, but Jungkook seems to sense your hesitation. He leans even closer, his lips almost touching yours, and you feel your heart skip a beat.
"Say it," he whispers, his voice sounding like temptation. "Just say my name."
You feel your will melting under his gaze. You give in and decide to surrender to the feelings that have overwhelmed you inside. Your heart pounds, you swallow the lump in your throat, and your voice is barely audible as you whisper his name:
"Jungkook..." You pull him closer, your lips close to his ear, and repeat, almost touching his skin, "Kook…"
He freezes, and you feel his whole body tense up. He turns his face toward you, and you see his eyes darken and his breathing become heavier. His hands squeeze your shoulders, and you feel him struggling with himself not to break the rule. His lips are so close that you can almost taste them, but he clenches his teeth and pulls away, though you can see that it takes a tremendous effort. He looks away, as if trying to collect himself, and begins to undress.
You lie in the middle of the bed, watching him take off his jeans. His movements are smooth, and you can't take your eyes off his body, which is too beautiful to be real. When he takes off his boxers, your breath catches. His cock is large, much larger than Sojun's, and you catch yourself thinking that it must feel incredibly tight, filling you completely. At this thought, your body trembles again with anticipation.
Jungkook takes his cock in his hand, his gaze intense as he reaches for the nightstand where the condom he put there when you first entered the room lies. He tears open the foil, but suddenly stops, his lips stretching into a seductive smile.
"Do you want to give me a blowjob?" he asks, noticing your attentive gaze. His voice is low, with a slight mockery, but there is something in it that makes you feel ashamed. You quickly look up, feeling embarrassment wash over you.
"No," you reply, a little too hastily, your cheeks burning even more. "I... don't do that."
He looks surprised, his lips pressing into a thin line and his eyebrows raising. Jungkook takes a step closer.
"Why?" he asks, his voice soft but full of curiosity. He takes your hand and pulls you to the edge of the bed, where you sit down, and he stands directly in front of you, his cock right in front of your face.
You feel your heart beating in your throat as he places your hand on his cock. You gently wrap your fingers around it, feeling its hardness and warmth beneath your fingertips. You begin to move your hand slowly, and your eyes meet his.
"Sojung says I give terrible blowjobs," you confess, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. And you're a little glad that it's nighttime and the lights in the room are dimmed so he can't see your red face. You lower your eyes, unable to bear your best friend's gaze. "I almost never do that, not even to him."
Jungkook smiles, his fingers touching your chin, gently lifting your face so you look at him.
"I'm not used to believing words," he says, his voice velvety and seductive. "I believe in actions. Try it, and I'll tell you the truth. If I don't like it, you'll know for sure."
His thumb slides across your lower lip, pressing lightly, and you feel your body respond to this simple gesture. Butterflies fill your stomach. Jungkook slips his finger into your mouth, and you instinctively start sucking on it, never taking your eyes off his. His smile widens, and he said,
"I'm already sure that Sojung was wrong."
He removes his finger and takes his cock in his hand. Jungkook slowly runs it across your lips, leaving a wet trail of his precum. You smell him, feel his warmth, and your insides tremble with anticipation. You open your mouth and take him in carefully, shallowly at first, tasting his salty flavor. Then you open your mouth wider, trying to take as much as possible, although you can only manage a little more than half its length. You start moving your tongue, carefully exploring it, and feel how he reacts — his hips twitch slightly, and his hand gently grabs your hair.
You continue to suck him and you like how bold you've suddenly become. Then you really want to satisfy Jungkook the same way he did you. You feel how hard he is on your tongue. Your saliva increases and it starts to drip from the corners of your lips and chin.
"Fuck..." you hear Jungkook's muffled voice. You look up and see that his head is thrown back. His lips are parted, and moans escape from them one after another. Feeling your gaze, he lowers his head. Your eyes meet, and Jungkook swears he will never forget this image. You are his best friend, filling your mouth with his cock, which you suck so well. He pushes his hips into your mouth a little harder and says, "Don't stop... fuck... you're so good at this," he throws his head back again, enjoying your blowjob.
You feel his words ignite you, and your movements become more confident. You suck him, moving your head, and his moans get louder. His fingers grip your hair tighter, but not roughly, as if he's trying to hold himself back.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, lowering his eyes to look at you again. "Your mouth... it's the best I've ever seen in my life."
You feel your body tremble at his words. Sojung never liked your blowjobs, but Jungkook... he likes them, and you can't understand why it causes such a storm of emotions in you. You speed up your movements, feeling him harden even more in your mouth. But you need to catch your breath because your jaw hurts so much, and you let him go, breathing heavily.
Jungkook leans toward you, his face close to yours, and asks,
"Are you okay?"
You nod, feeling your jaw ache, but it gradually calms down.
"Yes," you reply. "I'll continue,"
"You don't have to make me come," he says, reassuring you. "I can come inside you if you want,"
You hold your breath, but something inside you ignites at the thought.
"No," you say, looking him in the eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth,"
Jungkook's eyes darken, and he asks again, his voice rougher with tension:
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," you say, and your confidence surprises even you. "I want this," you take him in your mouth again, and this time you're even bolder. Jungkook starts moving his hips toward your mouth, going deeper and deeper. His hand sinks into your hair again, and he whispers:
"I want your throat... I want to fuck your throat," he doesn't hold back. You don't argue, and you can't respond properly, all you can do is show him your permission by opening your mouth wider, allowing him to go deeper.
You feel him filling you up, and it makes your eyes water, but you don't stop. His moans get louder, and he swears out loud:
"Damn, you're incredible..."
Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. Your fingers find his balls, and you gently massage them, feeling his body tense up. His moans are interrupted, and in the next moment, with a loud, hoarse sound, he cums in your mouth. You feel the warm cum, and your throat tightens as you swallow, trying not to miss a drop. His hand is still in your hair, but now it's gently stroking you, as if to thank you.
He takes a step back, breathing heavily, his eyes shining as he looks at you.
"You..." he begins, but his voice breaks, and he just laughs, shaking his head. "You're incredible, how could anyone say you give terrible blowjobs?" he implies your boyfriend.
You feel your cheeks burning, but you're filled with pride. You never thought you could be like this—bold, desirable. Jungkook leans toward you, his face close again, and you feel your heart beating somewhere in your throat. His lips are so close. Fuck. You need at least one kiss from him.
"Do you want more?" he asks tenderly, "Or do you need a break?"
You look into his eyes, feeling your body still trembling with adrenaline and desire. You know that this night has already crossed all the boundaries you set for yourself, and you don't want to stop. Not with him.
"Keep going," you say quietly, your fingers gently sliding over his chest, pausing at his tattoos. "I want more."
He doesn't say anything in response. Jungkook leans in, forcing you back onto the bed. You lie down and he towers over you. His hands slide down your waist and then lower, to the inside of your thighs. You feel his fingers gently but confidently spread your legs. He takes his time, his movements slow, as if he wants to stretch out the moment, enjoying every second.
Jungkook moves lower, his lips touching your skin on your stomach, leaving light, wet kisses that make your body tremble.
You feel his tongue sliding over your skin, leaving a burning trail, and you clench the sheets, trying to hold yourself back. You no longer resist any kisses. His hands hold your hips tightly, and you feel him approaching your pussy, his breath hot and teasing. But suddenly he turns back to your face, his fingers spreading your folds, and then one of his fingers penetrates your passage. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. But when he adds another finger, you can no longer control anything.
"Jungkook..." you whisper, and his name sounds like a plea.
"You're so beautiful when you moan my name," he says, and you feel his breath on your lips.
He lies down next to you, his warm flesh pressing against your thigh. You realize he still isn't wearing a condom, and the moment you think it, he asks:
"Do you want without a condom?"
You were at the limit of your abilities. What was happening between you was pure madness for you. And in fact, you wanted to, but you couldn't cross that line. Jungkook is not your boyfriend after all. He's your damn best friend, and you completely forgot about that.
"No... put on a condom," you say, breathing heavily. Jungkook doesn't answer right away. He digs his long fingers into you, and you swear that in another moment you'll come just from his fingers finding your sensitive spot.
"Are you sure? We may not use it. No one will find out..."
He speeds up his movements inside you and you squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.
"Kook..." you say, not knowing what you want. You're ready for anything just to reach orgasm.
"Yes, my girl," he whispers.
"Come in," you say, without specifying whether with or without a condom.
"I'll do it," he replies, "But you have to cum from my fingers."
Jungkook continues to move his fingers inside you, his movements rhythmic, precise, as if he knows your body better than you do. You feel the tension building in your lower abdomen, your walls tightening around his fingers, responding to his every movement. His thumb gently touches your clitoris, but his main focus is on a spot inside that he seems to have found with incredible precision. You moan, throwing your head back, your fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin.
"Kook..." you whisper again, and your hips move involuntarily toward his hand. You feel your body surrendering, losing control. His fingers move faster, deeper, and you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you with new force. It's unlike any orgasm you've ever had before — it's something deeper, more intense, originating somewhere inside you.
In an instant, your walls squeeze his fingers tightly, and you feel an orgasm wash over you, making your hips tremble. You arch your back on the bed, your moans filling the room, and you can't believe that this happened just from his fingers, with almost no contact with your clitoris. Your body throbs, and you feel your walls continue to squeeze his fingers, as if they don't want to let go.
Jungkook slowly stops moving, giving you time to come to your senses. You open your eyes, still breathing heavily, and see him looking at you with a barely noticeable smile. His fingers are still inside you, and you feel them move gently as your walls slowly relax.
"Oops, unplanned orgasm," he jokes, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of playfulness. "Three times already. Did you like it?"
You can't answer with words, only nodding, feeling your cheeks burn with pleasure. He slowly removes his fingers, and you almost moan at the loss of contact. Jungkook brings them to his lips, licking them slowly, with obvious pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, and the gesture looks so sexy.
"I can't wait for your walls to squeeze my cock like that," he says, and his words make you gasp. His voice is full of anticipation, and you see him take his cock in his hand, bringing it to your entrance, positioning himself between your legs. You notice that he hasn't put on a condom, and alarm flashes through your mind, but the desire is so strong that you can't bring yourself to stop him.
Jungkook slowly brings the head of his cock to your entrance, and you feel him begin to sink in. His size makes you tense up—he's much bigger than Sojung, and the first few inches as he pushes in are accompanied by sharp pain. You squeeze his biceps, which you've wrapped your arms around, your body instinctively resisting, and you let out a quiet moan that sounds more like a complaint.
He stops, his nose gently sliding under your jaw, leaving a light, soothing trail.
"Relax, baby," he murmurs, his voice soft but with a hint of tension. "If you tense up like that, I'll come sooner than I should."
You bite your lip, feeling the pain mix with desire.
"I can't... it hurts," you admit, your voice sounding quiet.
Jungkook doesn't continue to enter you. His cock isn't even halfway inside you. You see him look at your lips, then look into your eyes.
"Let me kiss you," he asks, but you immediately shake your head, remembering the rules.
"No, we can't," you say, even though your heart is screaming otherwise. But you can't cross that line. You already let him fuck you without a condom. He sighs, but doesn't give up.
"Then at least let me kiss your neck. It'll help you relax, trust me."
You hesitate, your thoughts confused. You know that kissing your neck is a line you set for yourself, but his voice, his closeness, makes you weak.
"Okay... just my neck," you finally agree, and your words sound like surrender.
Jungkook doesn't keep you waiting. His lips gently touch your neck, and you feel a wave of warmth spread throughout your body. His tongue slides across your skin, leaving a wet trail, and you moan, unable to hold back. He gently sucks on your neck. You panic, thinking that if there are marks, Sojung will be unhappy.
"Be careful, Kook," you whisper, "If there's even one red mark, I'll strangle you," you threaten, and your words sound half-serious. You feel him smile against your skin.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," he mumbles, continuing to kiss you between your jaw and neck. His kisses become more sensual, and you feel your body relax under his touch. The pain gradually recedes, and you feel him slowly pushing deeper, filling you completely.
You both freeze as he enters you completely. The sensation is so intense that you can't believe how good it can be. His cock fills you so tightly that you feel him too strongly, even his pulsations. Jungkook is breathing heavily, his lips still close to yours, but he is controlling himself without breaking the rule.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he whispers, his voice trembling with tension. He makes a few slow, careful thrusts, giving you time to get used to it. The pain is still there, but it mixes with pleasure, and you feel your body begin to respond to him, moving in time with him.
He starts to move faster, his thrusts becoming deeper but still controlled. You moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Jungkook changes the angle, lifting your hips, and you feel him hit that same sensitive spot inside that his fingers found. His every movement makes you enjoy it, and with that, you feel a new wave of pleasure building.
"So this is what Sojung feels," he whispers, "He's lucky to have been fucking you for so long."
You want to argue, to tell him to stop giving you all these compliments. You can't accept them from him because his words make it seem like Jungkook had always dreamed of fucking you. He never showed you that he wanted you, the most there was between you was playful flirting. But everything he says and does today makes you think that he specifically suggested swinging so he could finally fuck you.
You open your mouth to scold him, but his lips are on your neck again, and you can only moan his name. He feels your walls squeezing him, and it makes him move even more insistently.
"You're so beautiful... fucking damn... so beautiful under me," he whispers.
Jungkook suddenly stops and gently pulls out of you. You look at him in surprise, but he just smiles, his eyes shining with desire.
"Turn over," he says, his voice sounding like a command, but with a hint of tenderness. You obediently roll onto your stomach, and he lifts your hips, bringing you to your knees. You feel his hands grip your buttocks tightly as he enters you again, this time from behind.
This position allows him to penetrate even deeper, and you moan as you feel him fill you to the brim.
His thrusts are still rhythmic, and you feel your body eagerly accepting each of his thrusts. His hands slide down your back, squeezing your buttocks, and you hear him moan your name.
"You're perfect... you were made for this," he says, and his words make you moan.
Your head hits the mattress as he speeds up. You're in absolute ecstasy, which is why your moans are so loud. You press your lips against the sheet to somehow muffle the moans that turn into screams. Jungkook stops again. He slips out, and you fall onto the bed. He gently turns you onto your side and settles down next to you. His cock is inside you, and it's perfect. He squeezes your breasts while fucking you, and you literally don't want this night to end. You feel his lips touching your ear. His rapid breathing tickles your skin.
"Remember who fucked you the best..." he says, his voice vibrating in your chest. He squeezes your chest hard and thrusts deeply and sharply, "It was your best friend,"
You can't think straight, and you're not even going to react now, but you'll definitely scold him later if he reminds you of those words.
Jungkook lays you on your back without pulling out. He presses your legs against his hips, bending them at the knees, and this time he starts fucking you quickly and very deeply. You can't take this stimulation. You bite your lips until they hurt so you don't scream across the room.
"Come on, moan for me," Jungkook orders, and it adds fuel to the fire of your arousal. "I deserve these screams."
And you literally scream. He presses himself as close as he can, his head falling between your neck and shoulder, and you moan into his ear. You feel the orgasm coming. This time it's even more powerful than the previous ones, and you can't hold back the last loudest scream as your body shudders from the strongest orgasm you've ever felt. Your consciousness blurs for a moment, and you feel your walls squeeze his cock so hard that Jungkook lets out a hoarse moan, barely holding back.
He thrusts a few more times and pulls out at the last moment, and you feel his warm cum spill onto your stomach. You're breathing heavily, your throat sore from screaming and dryness. Jungkook lingers on top of you, looking between your bodies, assessing the situation.
Finally, he climbs off you and lies down next to you, his chest heaving from rapid breathing. You lie silently for a few seconds, and you feel your body still trembling from the afterglow of orgasm. Then Jungkook touches your stomach and begins to rub his cum into it.
His fingers slowly slide across your skin, rubbing the warm liquid over your stomach, and you feel goosebumps running down your body from this intimate, almost possessive gesture. You're still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling, your heart pounding so loudly that you're sure he can hear it. Jungkook turns his face toward you, his eyes shining in the dim light, a faint smile playing on his lips that is both irritating and mesmerizing.
"Are you alive?" he asks with a slight sneer, but there is concern in his voice. His fingers stop but remain on your skin, as if he doesn't want to lose this connection.
You snort, trying to collect your thoughts, but your body still feels foreign—relaxed, vulnerable, yet filled with incredible energy.
"Barely," you reply, your voice hoarse, almost inaudible. You turn your head toward him, and your eyes meet. His eyes are so dark, so deep, that you feel yourself sinking into them.
He laughs softly, and the sound makes your heart ache.
"I warned you it would be hard to bear," he says, and his smile widens, smug but not arrogant.
You roll your eyes, but you can't help smiling slightly.
"But I did it," you protest against his words. He raises one eyebrow and smiles slyly.
"Barely," he teases, repeating your words. You click your tongue demonstratively.
"You're unbearable," you mutter, but there is no malice in your words. You turn away from him and feel strange... free, as if this night has lifted some invisible burden from you that you didn't even suspect was there.
Jungkook reaches out with his other hand, his fingers gently touching your hair, brushing a strand away from your face.
"You're beautiful when you're angry," he says, and his voice sounds sincere.
"Stop it," you finally say to him, but your words sound weak, almost like a plea. You don't want him to keep saying things like that, because every word he says makes your heart beat faster and your thoughts get confused. It's just an experiment, you remind yourself. But then why does it feel like everything has changed?
He doesn't answer, just leans closer, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. His lips stop a few millimeters from your skin, and you freeze, afraid to move. You know he won't kiss you — he respects the rules — but this closeness makes your body tense with anticipation.
"I want to... and I will to tell you that’s. I always tell you the truth, whatever it may be."
You hold your breath, then turn your head sharply toward him, shocked by his words. You doubt that he has always told you the truth. Your intuition tells you that he has been hiding something, and it concerns you directly. And tonight has shown you that. You look at his lips, which are once again dangerously close.
"Are you sure you've always told me the truth?" you ask. Jungkook freezes for a moment, then leans back, looking straight into your eyes.
"I'm sure..." he replies firmly, "What kind of question is that?" he asks. You fall silent, suddenly realizing that your guesses may be just that—guesses. You're afraid to say them out loud, so you quickly decide to brush it off.
"Just asked," you say and start to get out of bed, but Jungkook won't let you. He pulls you back, pressing you against the mattress.
"If you want to say something, say it now. There may not be another chance," he says, hinting that you've guessed something. You look at him and hesitate to tell him that you've noticed he wanted sex between you, or if it's just your silly imagination. You decide that it sounds strange and that if you voice your guesses, he will laugh at you.
"I don't want to say anything," you reply. Jungkook is silent, probably thinking about your question and your words, and at that moment you become curious about what is going on in his head. "So... can you let me go so I can take a shower?"
"No," he replies. Jungkook lies closer, his hand sliding to your waist, and he presses against you to keep you from leaving. "After sex, there has to be aftercare, and then you can take a shower,"
"What aftercare?" you ask indignantly, looking at his face.
"Aftercare, which is important after intense sex," he replies as if it's obvious. He leans away from your shoulder, to which he was leaning, and meets your surprised gaze. "What? Don't you and Sojung have aftercare after sex? You fuck, then immediately jump in the shower and go to sleep?" he says ironically. You snort and turn away.
"That's between Sojung and me. Aftercare is part of a relationship, and you and I are not in a relationship," you snort. Jongkook's gaze darkens, and you catch a slight irritation in his eyes. Jungkook didn't answer you, he just pushed you onto your side and wrapped his arms around you. His soft cock pressed against your buttocks, and his face rested on your shoulder.
"Hey, I want to take a shower..." you protested.
"You can go after I'm done with you," he said with a slight note of authority in his voice. You were indignant, but in your mind you couldn't help but admit that you liked what he did and said.
"I thought we were done," you said sarcastically.
"Almost," he mumbled. You allow yourself to relax in his arms. You lie silently, and you feel his steady breathing. Jungkook's fingers lazily draw invisible patterns on your skin. This moment seems too intimate, too close for what was supposed to be just an experiment.
You lie there in each other's arms for who knows how long, and you feel your eyelids getting heavy. You know that tomorrow everything will go back to normal — you'll go back to Sojung, he'll go back to Yujeong, and you'll just be friends again. But will everything be the same as it was before?
You lie on Sojung's chest, your ear pressed against his skin. You hear his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling. His fingers lazily slide down your back, but this gesture, which used to seem so comforting to you, now somehow irritates you.
You just had sex, but you didn't orgasm again, skillfully faking it as always. Disappointment haunts you, and you can't shake the thought that the last time you felt real pleasure was that night with Jungkook. Almost a week has passed, and you still can't forget that night. You started comparing Sojung to Jungkook, and every time your boyfriend lost to your best friend in every way — in attention, in tenderness, in how he made your body tremble with excitement.
"Y/N," Sojung called you. You mumbled, not wanting to look up. "You never told me how your night with Jungkook went," he said, and you didn't notice how you held your breath. Your body tenses involuntarily, and you move away from him, lying down next to him on the bed so he can't hear your heart beating wildly.
You force yourself to breathe evenly, trying to hide your excitement. Memories of that night with Jungkook — his touch, his voice, his words — still make your skin burn, and warmth spreads through your lower abdomen. You can't let Sojung notice how much it bothers you. Pulling yourself together, you force yourself to speak in a casual tone, as if it means nothing.
"It's was ordinary, sex as just sex, nothing special," you reply, shrugging your shoulders, your voice sounding deliberately indifferent. You quickly change the subject to distract attention from you. "How was it with Yujeong?"
Sojung doesn't rush to answer. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a slight smile appear on his lips, and for some reason it gives you a strange feeling. He turns back to you, his eyes shining as he finally says,
"She's good. Sexy. Jungkook is lucky to have her. She gave me the perfect blowjob. Now I understand why he's dating her. She looks dumb, but she's experienced in bed. It seems your friend doesn't care about the intellectual side of women."
His words hang in the air, and you react more to the irony directed at Jungkook than to what he says about how much he enjoyed Yujeong's blowjob.
You should have felt at least a slight pang of jealousy, but... nothing. You surprise yourself — his words don't affect you. You thought you should feel at least some offense or irritation, but instead you just remember how Jungkook praised your blowjob, how his eyes darkened with excitement, how he moaned your name. You knew he wasn't lying — his reaction was too sincere, too real to be fake.
To hide your true feelings, you force yourself to feign jealousy.
"What, is she really that good? Better than me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow and adding a note of playful offense to your voice.
Sojung laughs, his laughter light and carefree. He leans toward you, his lips touching yours in a quick kiss.
"You know your blowjobs have always been terrible," he says, smiling as if it's obvious. "But in everything else, you're better than her, no doubt about it."
His words should be a compliment, but for some reason they cut like a knife. You feel an unpleasant sensation rising in your chest, and his embrace as he pulls you close no longer feels as warm and comforting as it used to. You remember how Jungkook called you incredible, how he made you feel desired, and it only deepens your disappointment. Why doesn't Sojung see in you what Jungkook saw?
Sojung pulls you closer to him, and you force yourself to relax in his embrace, even though everything inside you is tightening up.
"Jungkook didn't kiss you, did he?" he suddenly breaks the silence. You freeze for a moment, but quickly pull yourself together.
"No, of course not," you reply firmly. "It was forbidden." But you didn't mention how Jungkook's lips touched your neck, how his kisses left burning marks on your skin, and how you neglected to use a condom. These secrets weigh heavily on your conscience, but you can't confess.
You lift your head to look at him, and suddenly your gaze falls on his neck. There, at the back, where the skin almost merges with the nape of the neck, you notice a faint hickey that has already begun to fade. You blink, not believing your eyes—how could you not have noticed this before? Your heart sinks, and you frown involuntarily.
"What's that?" you ask, looking at his neck. Your voice sounds calm, but inside you feel suspicion boiling up. Sojung doesn't even turn around to check what you're talking about.
"I pressed my pen there when I was having an important meeting with investors," he brushes it off, and his answer sounds too quick, too rehearsed. You feel your insides clench—he didn't even ask what you meant, as if he knew immediately what you were talking about. His words sound like a rehearsed excuse, and that only reinforces your doubts.
You decide to press him.
"Are you sure you pressed it? Maybe Yujeong left it?" you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral, even though the tension is building in your chest. He turns to you, his face calm, but you notice his eyes avoid yours for a moment.
"Of course not, what Yujeong? I didn't break the rule because..." he replies confidently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "I only want to and can kiss you." His lips touch yours, and you respond to the kiss, but something inside you screams that he's lying. You can feel it in his touch, in the way he rushes to reassure you.
You force yourself to pull away, smiling as if his words have calmed you.
"Okay," you say quietly, though your thoughts are buzzing like an angry beehive. You get out of bed, feeling the need to walk away, to collect your thoughts. You throw on a light robe, tying it at the waist, and notice Sojung reaching for his phone. His fingers quickly scroll through the screen, and you can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.
You go to the bathroom to take a shower, and when the water touches your skin, you feel the tension in your chest ease a little. The image of Jungkook pops into your head—his smile, his dark eyes, his voice whispering how beautiful you are. The water runs down your face. You wash your face and then close your eyes, trying to push these thoughts away, but they keep coming back.
When you return to the bedroom, Sojung is sitting on the bed, holding his phone in his hand.
"I'm being sent on a business trip to Jeju," he says, without looking up from the screen. "For a week."
Your heart sinks with disappointment.
"For a week? Wow, you've never been sent away for so long," you say, trying to hide your disappointment. "Can I go with you?"
He shakes his head, finally looking up at you. He gets up and walks over to you. His hands wrap around your waist.
"I’m think it doesn’t have point. There won't even be time for the beach. It's an important test, I'll be busy all day. It's better if I take a vacation later and we go there together and have a good time. Okay, honey?"
His words sound reasonable, but you can't shake the feeling that you'll be lonely. You nod, forcing yourself to smile.
"Okay, it's a deal," you say, but your mind is spinning with thoughts of his lies, the hickey on his neck, how he avoided your gaze, and how he won't be around for a week.
Sojun goes to take a shower, and when he comes back, you're already lying in bed, pretending to be tired. Your head is full of doubts, and you can't shake the feeling that the night with Jungkook has changed not only your relationship with Sojun, but also you yourself. You close your eyes, but instead of sleep, memories of his touch and his words come back to you, and you realize that it will be impossible to forget.
The next day, you wake up before Sojung. He is still asleep, his face relaxed, but you can't look at him without remembering that barely noticeable hickey. You get up quietly, trying not to wake him, and go to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. While the coffee maker is making you a cappuccino, you take out your phone and notice a message from Jungkook. Your heart skips a beat when you see his name on the screen. You haven't talked to him since that night, being busy with your usual life.
📲 Yesterday. 10:17 p.m. | Kook 💋: "How are you? Is everything okay?"
He writes, and his words seem so simple, so friendly, but you feel your cheeks burning. You hesitate, not knowing what to say. But your fingers type a short message on their own:
📱Today. 9:37 a.m. | You: "Everything's fine. How about you?"
You press "send" and are surprised when his reply comes almost instantly.
📲 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "Everything's fine,"
You can't help but smile. But after comes another message from him.
📱 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "But I miss your screams 😏"
Your heart is pounding again, and you feel something dangerous awakening inside you, something that could destroy everything you have with Sojung.
📱Today. 9:37 a.m. | You: "You can come over, and hear my screams at you 😆😌"
You write to support his joke, which you liked.
📲 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "No need to screams at me. I need your other screams,"
He writes, and you freeze. You notice your fingers trembling and feel aroused by his message. You remember how he made you scream, and a wave of heat runs down your spine. You ignore the coffee machine that has already made you a cup of cappuccino, and with trembling fingers, you type a message to Jungkook.
📱Today. 9:38 a.m. | You: "Silly"
You type and send.
You are with Sojung, Jungkook, and Yujeong again. Sojung suggested renting a barbecue cottage to relax before an exhausting business trip to Jeju. You were nervous when you first met Jungkook after that night, but he seemed to be acting as usual. He was the Jungkook you had known since childhood.
You sat on the terrace of the cozy cottage. The air was warm, filled with the smell of grilled meat and the lightness of a summer evening.
Jungkook stood by the grill, skillfully turning the juicy pieces of meat, his movements confident and effortless. You tried to look calm, but your eyes kept returning to him. His broad shoulders, the tattoos peeking out from under the short sleeves of his T-shirt, and those long fingers that wielded the knife so skillfully made your thoughts wander down a lewd path. You remembered how those same fingers had touched you, how they had found the most sensitive spot on your body, bringing you to orgasm, and those memories made you feel hot. You scolded yourself in your mind:
"This is Jungkook, your friend. You can't look at him like that. You can't think of him that way."
But every time he laughed or glanced in your direction, your heart skipped a beat.
When the meat was cooked, the four of you sat down at the table.
Sojung sat next to you, his hand resting on your waist, and you tried to focus on his warmth, on his words, but all you felt was the tension building inside you. Yujeong sat across from you, laughing at another one of Jungkook's jokes, and when he put his arm around her shoulders or kissed her lightly on the temple, you felt something hot and sharp flare up in your chest. Jealousy. You had no right to feel it, but you did, and you hated yourself for it.
To drown out these feelings, you reached for the bottle of soju and filled your glass. You drank quickly, too quickly, and only Jungkook seemed to notice. His eyes lingered on you a little longer, and there was a hint of concern in them, but you didn't notice because you were trying to ignore him.
The evening grew darker, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the warm light of the lanterns on the terrace created a cozy atmosphere. You felt relaxed from the alcohol, but at the same time, your consciousness was on edge — not a single action or word from Jungkook escaped your attention, even though you tried hard to ignore him. You tried not to pay attention to him, focusing on the conversation, but it was useless.
The conversations at the table were varied: about food, business, leisure, alcohol, and also sex. Sojung started talking about that night — the night of the swingers party. His voice was light, almost playful.
"You know, it was an interesting experience, right? Something new, something that made us all look at ourselves differently," he said, sipping soju. You felt your face burning from the alcohol, or maybe something else? You stubbornly avoided Jungkook's gaze, which you were sure was directed right at you. His eyes seemed to pierce your skin, and you could feel them even without looking.
Jungkook joined the conversation, his voice calm but with a hint of mischief.
"Yes, it was definitely... unforgettable," he said, and you feel how his tone that made your insides clench. You gripped your glass tighter, trying to hide your excitement.
You all had another glass of soju, and the atmosphere became even more relaxed. Suddenly, Sojung smiled and suggested,
"How about we do it again? What do you think?"
You froze. Have sex with Jungkook again? It was like a dream that had suddenly become reality. You knew that Sojung probably wanted to experience that "perfect blowjob" from Yujeong again, but you didn't care. All you could think about was Jungkook, and the opportunity to have another incredible sex with him. Because your attraction to him was bordering on insanity. You wanted him, and that thought was so strong that it overshadowed everything else.
You finished your soju, laughing and talking, but the tension between you and Jungkook was palpable. When you finally went to your bedrooms, you went to Jungkook's room, which was supposed to be his and Yujeong's, but now would be yours. Your heart was pounding as you crossed the threshold, and the door closed quietly behind you.
Jungkook turned to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and his lips stretched into a wide smile.
"I didn't think I'd get another chance to fuck your tight pussy," he said, his voice full of playful anticipation. You felt your walls tighten in anticipation. The alcohol and desire made you bolder than usual. So you stepped away from Jungkook and slipped off your light summer dress, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook's eyes darkened as his gaze slid over your body.
You approached him, your movements confident, almost aggressive, and began to quickly undress him, pulling his T-shirt over his head. He laughed, surprised by your persistence.
"Did you miss me that much?" he joked. Your hands moved down to his pants. You unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his buttocks along with his boxer shorts. "Even I am more patient than you," he said, watching your impatient movements.
You ignored his jokes and grabbed his cock, feeling its hardness under your fingers, and began to slowly move your hand. Jungkook held his breath, his hands tightly gripping your waist. You moved closer, so close that your lips almost touched his, and whispered,
"Fuck me as good as last time... No, do it better."
He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense, almost burning.
"Don't worry, I'll do it," he said, his voice low and full of promise. His fingers slipped under your underwear, caressing your clitoris, then penetrated your passage. You moaned, but quickly stopped him.
"I don't need caresses. I need your cock. Now," you said, and your directness made him laugh.
"You really are impatient for my cock," he said, his eyes shining with surprise and pleasure. "I like that."
You pushed him onto the bed, quickly pulling off your thong, and climbed onto his lap. Slowly lowering yourself onto his cock, you felt the familiar pain, but this time it was mixed with impatience and desire. You squeezed his shoulders, hissing in discomfort, but at the same time whispering,
"God, it feels so good to have you inside me."
Jungkook groaned as you wrapped yourself tightly around him, and his hands squeezed your buttocks firmly. You began to move, and he stimulated your clitoris with his thumb, making your body tremble.
"Did you really want me that much all this time?" he asked with a satisfied smile, but his voice was low with arousal. You nodded without holding back.
"I couldn't stop thinking about that night, about what you did to me," you confessed, the alcohol making your words bolder. If you had been sober, you would never have admitted to him what you thought about him.
He smiled, his eyes flashing.
"I've been thinking about you too. All the time," he said, and his words made you feel those damn butterflies in your stomach again. You smiled too and looked him straight in the eyes.
"You wanted to hear my screams, right? If you want them again, try harder," you joked, remembering his words about screams that he wrote to you in a text message.
Jungkook laughed low and deep. He licked his lips, lingering on his piercing.
"I forgot how bold you could be when you're drunk," he leaned toward your lips and said, "and I'm going a little crazy over you..."
You felt absolute satisfaction from his words. You were also crazy about Jungkook, and the more you thought about him, the more your impatience grew.
"I'll make you scream, I promise," Jungkook promised. You were both drunk, and you felt that this sex could be even better than it was before because you weren't as tense as the first time.
You continue to move on his cock, but Jungkook has to stop you because he wants to taste your breasts. He quickly took off your bra and threw it on the floor. His lips found your breasts, kissing them so hard that you felt a slight pain, but it only added fuel to the fire. His hands squeezed your breasts, leaving marks, and he thrust his hips toward your movements, making you both moan with pleasure.
Suddenly, Jungkook suggested changing positions.
"Let's do it standing up," he said, and you obediently slid off him, bracing your hands on the bed. He entered you from behind, his thrusts were strong and deep, and you couldn't hold back your cries as you felt his cock fill you to the brim. Each of his movements made your body sink into sweet oblivion, but he stopped again, not bringing you to orgasm. He turned you toward him, pulling you so close that his hot breath mingled with yours.
"I want to see your face when you come," he said, his voice full of desire. You smiled, feeling your heart beat in unison with his.
"I don't mind looking into your eyes when I come on your cock," you replied, and your boldness made his eyes flash.
Jungkook couldn't hold back and kissed you. His lips were hot, insistent, and you felt fireworks explode in your head. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours in a sensual, deep dance, and you responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was desired, long-awaited, and it made your consciousness dissolve in pleasure. His lips tasted of soju and something uniquely him, and you couldn't get enough of the sensation. His hard cock pressed against your pussy, and you wanted him to fill you again as soon as possible.
He abruptly broke the kiss, his eyes filled with anxiety.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said, expecting you to scold him for breaking the rules. But you just looked at him, your eyes shining with excitement, and pulled him back to you.
"Kiss me again" you whispered, your lips trembling with desire. "I want you to kiss me. We won't tell anyone."
Jungkook froze, his gaze darkening, and you could see in his eyes how much you turned him on.
"You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice trembling with tension. He laid you down on the bed, his movements quick but gentle, and entered you again. His lips found yours, and this time the kiss was hungry, even more greedy than before. He kissed you as if he wanted to take your breath away, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you responded with equal passion, intertwining your tongue with his.
He fucked you almost all night long. The kisses were endless, his lips alternating between your lips and neck, leaving barely visible marks on your skin. Each of his thrusts was strong but controlled, and you felt your body respond to him as if you were made for each other.
There was more than one orgasm that night — you lost count of how many times your body trembled with pleasure, and Jungkook seemed to enjoy you as much as you enjoyed him. You finished having sex, and after a short break, you made love again. Each orgasm was intense, all-consuming, making your body tremble in his arms. You screamed his name, and he moaned in response, his movements quickening as he approached his own climax.
You actually lost your voice because Jungkook was greedy for your moans and did everything to give you maximum pleasure.
Sojung went on a business trip, and you continued to go about your usual business. You were at home, and when you came out of the bathroom, your phone vibrated on the nightstand. You lay down in bed, covering yourself halfway with the blanket. Jungkook's name appeared on the screen, and you felt your heart beating wildly.
The last time you had sex was crazy. You were drunk and let him cross a line that shouldn't have been crossed. You didn't realize then that it would actually drive Jungkook crazy. After that night, he wasn't himself. At first, he ignored you for a few days, and then late at night, on the last day before Sojun's departure, he sent you a text message.
📲 11:45 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I can't stop thinking about you."
You remember how you almost fainted when you read his message. You went into the kitchen so that Sojung wouldn't suddenly look at your phone. You started shaking, and with trembling fingers you typed a reply.
📱11:46 p.m. | You: "Kook, stop. Don't text me like that."
His reply came instantly, and his words made you feel both quietly horrified and thrilled at the same time.
📲 11:46 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Damn, I can't. I really can't. You're constantly on my mind. I want you."
You caught yourself thinking that he might be drunk and asked to make sure.
📱11:46 p.m. | You: "Are you drunk or something? Why are you saying that?"
He replied a second later:
📲 11:46 p.m. | Kook 💋: "No."
📲 11:47 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm sober."
📲 11:47 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm sitting in my car outside your house."
Your heart skipped a beat. Why did he come? Has he completely lost his mind? You felt panic and anger at the same time. Your fingers trembled, but they tapped furiously on the screen.
📱11:47 p.m. | You: "Are you out of your mind? Why did you come to my house?"
📲 11:48 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Come out to me"
You clutched your phone in your hands and felt panic mixed with a strange, forbidden excitement. You knew you had to end this conversation as quickly as possible, because every step you took in this conversation only made the situation worse, but his words — "I want you" — burned in your mind as if engraved with fire. You scolded yourself for letting it go this far, for allowing all the boundaries that shouldn't have been crossed to be crossed.
📱 11:49 p.m. | You: "Jungkook, I'm not coming out. Sojung is doesn’t sleep. You can't just come over in the middle of the night. Go home."
You sent the message, trying to convince him, but your fingers were shaking, and thoughts were spinning in your head about him standing below, under your house, so close and yet so unreachable. You waited for his reply, and when your phone vibrated, your chest tightened.
📲 11:49 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Lie to him. Come out. We need to talk about what's going on between us."
You bit your lip, feeling your thoughts jumble together. Talk? What does he want to say? And what the hell is going on between you? You knew it was dangerous, that every glance, every word drew you deeper into this forbidden abyss, but you couldn't ignore how strongly he attracted you.
📱 11:50 p.m. | You: "Nothing is happening between us, Jungkook. We're friends. That sex was just part of the exchange, that's all. I have Sojung, I love him. You have Yujeong. We can't cross that line again."
You sent the message, trying to convince not only him but also yourself. But deep down, you knew your words were just a weak attempt to hide the truth. You couldn't stop thinking about him, about how his hands slid across your skin, how his lips left burning marks on your neck. How his kisses were like a drug. You scolded yourself for it, but thoughts of Jungkook filled your mind, and you couldn't get rid of them.
📲 11:51 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Friends? Are you serious? You made me feel obsessed with you, and now you say you love Sojung? Don't lie. I know you feel the same way I do."
His words hit you like a slap in the face. You felt your face flush, and your fingers froze over the screen. He was right — you weren't being honest. But what could you do? Ruin everything you had with Sojung? Ruin your friendship with Jungkook? You knew you couldn't let that happen, but his persistence made your heart tremble.
📱 11:53 p.m. | You: "Jungkook, please. Don't do this. Don't ruin everything. We can't be anything but friends. We have partners, and I don't want to lose you as a friend. That sex was an experiment, and we have to leave it in the past. Calm down, please."
You sent the message and felt your eyes sting with tears. You didn't want him to disappear from your life, but you knew you couldn't allow yourself to give in to this feeling. Jungkook didn't reply, and you felt your heart tighten with guilt and fear. You had made a mistake by letting the situation go this far, and now you were afraid you would lose him forever.
He didn't text or call for the next few days, and you tried to get back to your normal life, but thoughts of him wouldn't leave you. You replayed your conversations, his words, his voice in your head, and each time you scolded yourself for not being able to get him out of your mind.
You return to reality when your phone vibrates again. You freeze when you open his message.
📲 10:17 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Are you home?"
You don’t know what to write him. You want to ignore him so you don't have to see him, but you want to see him and there's nothing you can do about it. You look at the screen, and suddenly three animated dots appear and another message arrives.
📲 10:18 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm at your door. Open up"
Your heart is racing, and you feel panic mixed with excitement. You ignore his messages, hoping he'll go away, but he rings the doorbell, and then you hear a knock. Your mind screams that you shouldn't open the door, but your legs carry you there anyway.
You open it and see Jungkook. A black T-shirt hugged his chest, a black bomber jacket fell off his shoulders, and dark jeans accentuated his slender legs. He looked damn hot, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had always been so attractive or if you had only just begun to notice it so keenly. His lips stretched into a slight smile, and you caught a faint smell of alcohol as he approached.
"Finally caught you," he says. Before you could answer, he stepped forward, and you instinctively grabbed his sleeve, pulling him into the apartment so the neighbors wouldn't see that he had come to you drunk. But as soon as the door closed, Jungkook pinned you against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "I missed you," he whispered, his dark eyes looking straight into yours, making you tremble inside.
You tried to break free, but his grip was strong, even though he was a little drunk.
"Kook, why are you here?" you asked sharply, trying to sound stern. "Are you drunk!? You'd better go home, Yujong is probably waiting for you, and you came here!" You deliberately mentioned Yujeong to appeal to his conscience. But it seemed to be in vain.
He leaned closer, his lips so close to yours that you could feel the heat of his breath and the faint smell of alcohol.
"To hell with Yujeong," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're all I want. You and only you."
His words made your body tremble, and you felt your will weakening. You tried to resist, but Jungkook was so close, his scent, his warmth driving you crazy.
"Jungkook, shut up," you whispered, but your voice was weak. "We can't. You're destroying everything we have."
He didn't listen. His lips touched your neck, leaving hot kisses, and he whispered:
"I can't stop thinking about you... Honestly I’m try… but I can’t… I've been dreaming about this moment. You made me feel obsessed, and I don't want to be just your friend."
You felt your resolve melt with every word he said, with every touch. You knew it was wrong, but your body betrayed you. You pushed him in the chest, trying to regain some space, but he only pressed you harder against the wall.
"Kook, please..." you began, but he interrupted you, his lips covering yours, his hands sliding under your thin robe.
"I can't stop," he murmured, his voice full of despair. "But if you don't want me... I'll leave, just tell me the truth."
His hands found your buttocks and began to caress them with undisguised desire. You looked at his lips, breathing heavily, just like him, and couldn't bring yourself to tell him to go. You wanted him. You couldn't let him go and without even feeling all his warmth. You're a fool. It's all up to you, and you're letting it happen again.
You kiss him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You kiss, filled with unbearable desire for each other, and you can't stop thinking about how well he kisses you, how you like his strong body pressed against you, how exciting it is when he squeezes your buttocks.
Jungkook picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You don't stop kissing, you can't tear yourselves away from each other. He laid you on the bed and started to undress, while you looked at him with lust. He undressed in a matter of minutes, took off your robe and panties. He positioned himself between your legs, pressed his cock against your entrance and pushed. You felt pain again because this time he couldn't enter you gently. He was in a hurry to enter you because it was necessary. For him, for you, for both of you.
Jungkook kissed you as soon as he saw the pain on your face. His kiss was greedy, almost desperate, and you responded with equal passion, forgetting everything else.
He finally entered you completely, and you moaned, feeling his cock fill you, causing you to feel the pain mixed with pleasure that you remembered so well. He began to move, interrupting the kiss. His movements were strong but gentle, and each thrust echoed with incredible pleasure. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and you couldn't hold back the moans that escaped your lips.
Jungkook fucked you on the bed where you slept with Sojung. The bed where you had sex with your boyfriend, and you didn't even think about the fact that now you were cheating on him with your best friend.
With Jungkook, everything was different. Sojun never evoked such feelings, such emotions in you. Sex with him was mechanical, routine, but with Jungkook, every touch was like an electric shock, every movement of his made your consciousness dissolve in pleasure. You felt desired, adored, and that was something you hadn't gotten from Sojun in a long time.
Jungkook kissed your lips, your neck, your breasts, his hands explored every inch of your body, and you responded to him with equal passion.
"I want you to be mine," he whispered between kisses, and those words made your heart ache. You knew you might regret giving him hope for more, but at that moment, you didn't care. You would think about it later.
An orgasm washed over you, just as strong and all-consuming, and you cried out as you felt your walls tighten around him. Jungkook groaned, his movements quickening, and soon he reached his peak, his warm semen spilling onto your stomach. He lay on top of you. His semen spilled between your bodies, and his hand lazily slid across your face, and he smiled.
"I need you."
You looked at him, trying to calm your breathing, then closed your eyes, feeling guilt and desire fighting inside you. You knew you had betrayed Sojun, but with Jungkook, you felt like yourself, and that was something you couldn't ignore. You leaned against him without answering, allowing yourself a few more minutes of this closeness before reality reminded you of the consequences.
You thought you would suffer because of your betrayal. You thought you wouldn't be able to look your boyfriend in the eye without feeling guilty. But when Sojung returned from his business trip, you greeted him with a smile, easily lying about how your week had gone. You talked about work, about your friends, about boring evenings at home, and not once did your voice tremble.
You expected the guilt to eat away at you from the inside, but it didn't. Instead, you felt your thoughts returning to Jungkook every time — to his touch, his voice, his eyes that looked at you as if you were all he needed.
You accidentally ran into Jungkook at your favorite coffee shop when you went out for lunch during work. You felt a little awkward, but he made it clear with his whole demeanor that he wanted you always. That appraising look, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you. He asked you directly how you felt after that sex, and you answered honestly that you didn't regret it. That was all he needed. He leaned toward you and asked if you were free tonight, if he could pick you up from work and you could go somewhere together, and you saw hope in his eyes. You felt that you wanted it too. This invitation was nothing more than an invitation to have sex. You agreed and said you would wait for him after work that evening. His smile was full of satisfaction, and you could see that he was as excited as you were.
In the end, you started sleeping with Jungkook, consciously cheating on your boyfriend, who had become to you like just neighbor.
At first, you and Jungkook had sex once or twice a week — you met at a hotel where he rented a room, or in his car parked in your company's parking lot or even near your house. But with each passing day, you became bolder and more obsessed with each other.
You had sex at his work when everyone else had left, at his home when Yujeong was away, and even at your apartment when Sojung was very busy at the office. Every time with Jungkook was like an explosion — passionate, intense, full of emotions you never felt with Sojung. You couldn't get enough of him, and he seemed to feel the same way.
Your relationship with Sojung began to deteriorate rapidly. You constantly compared him to Jungkook — his touch felt cold, his words empty, his presence indifferent. You got annoyed by little things you hadn't noticed before: how he scrolled through his phone during dinner, how he avoided your gaze, how his hugs no longer made you feel warm. You knew it was unfair, but you couldn't stop yourself from seeing him as a shadow of what you felt with Jungkook.
One evening, the tension between you and Sojun reached its peak. Your argument started over something minor and ended in a huge scandal where you and he told each other everything that had been building up over the last few months. You told him that he was not the Sojung you knew at the beginning of your relationship, that he had blew you off and was not doing anything for your relationship. He interrupted you and said that he had noticed how you had become cold and had stopped adoring him as you used to.
You pointed out that it was his fault because even during sex, he only thinks about his own pleasure, while you tried your best to please him, but it seems that he just got used to you doing everything yourself and didn't even think that he needed to take care of you too. You decided that you no longer wanted this relationship and that it was meaningless. So you confessed to Sojung that you had been cheating on him with Jungkook.
The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw his face change — first shock, then anger, and then something like resignation. He leaned back in his chair and snorted, as if he wasn't surprised.
"You know, I figured it out," he said coldly, getting up and approaching you. You looked at him and realized that you felt nothing for this man: no love, no anger, no guilt. "But if you think I sat idly by, you're wrong. I slept with Yujeong too. And you know what? She's better at it than you are."
His words should have hurt, but you only felt relief. You suspected he was cheating on you — the hickey on his neck, his aloofness, his frequent "late nights at work." But instead of feeling hurt or jealous, you felt indifferent.
"Then we have nothing more to talk about," you said, your voice calm, almost cold. "We're done."
Sojung nodded as if it were inevitable and left. A few days later, he packed his things, and that was the end of your two-year relationship. You didn't cry or feel sad — you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
Jungkook found out about your breakup almost immediately—you wrote to him, and he came to see you that same evening. When you told him everything, his face lit up with a smile that he didn't even try to hide.
"You're mine now," he said, hugging you so tightly that you felt your heart squeeze with warmth. You told him that Yujong had slept with Sojung, and he just shrugged. "I knew about it a long time ago," he confessed. "That's why I broke up with her almost immediately after we started our relationship."
You were surprised and indignant.
"Why didn't you tell me?" you asked, frowning. He smiled, his fingers gently touching your chin.
"Because it didn't matter. The only thing that matters is what we have between us."
His words made your heart flutter, and you realized he was right. A few weeks later, you and Jungkook started dating officially. You spent every free moment together, and every day with him felt like bliss.
One evening, he came over after work, and you sat in the living room, hugging each other and watching a movie. Jungkook ate snacks, crunching above your head. The movie wasn't interesting, but Jungkook had chosen it, so you just watched it without much interest, glancing at your phone from time to time. You enjoyed the company of your boyfriend, who had been just a friend not so long ago, even more.
"By the way," you heard his voice distracting you from the scene on the screen, "I'm going to Busan for the weekend to visit my parents," he said between mouthfuls. "Will you come with me? You'll get to see your parents, and my mom and dad will be happy to see you."
You moved away from him and looked at him. You agreed but added:
"Just don't tell anyone we're together yet. I haven't told my parents about my breakup with Sojung yet."
He frowned, clearly dissatisfied.
"You haven't told them yet? Why?"
You sighed, feeling a slight pang of guilt, then moved closer to him, hugging him and resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"I'll tell them... It's just... it all happened so fast. Three weeks ago, he and I were talking to my parents, and everything was fine. They invited us to visit, and he promised we would come..." you explained. Jungkook looked at you disappointedly, and you noticed that his jaw was tense.
"Two weeks have passed, couldn't you tell them in two weeks that you broke up?" he asked discontentedly, but his voice sounded emotionless. You moved closer to his face so that he would melt from your closeness.
"I haven't really talk with my parents this whole time, but even they calling it was too fast and only about me, or about them... I promise you that this weekend, I'll tell them everything, and then we'll tell our parents about us, okay? I'm just worried that it won't look like it all happened in one day."
Jungkook looked at you for a few seconds and then reluctantly nodded, but his eyes still betrayed his dissatisfaction. You decided to defuse the situation by leaning in and kissing him. His lips were soft, tasting of salty snacks, and you felt him relax under your touch.
You realized he was no longer angry with you and pulled away from him to grab your phone. Opening Instagram, you saw the first post — Yujeong kissing Sojung on the lips, with the caption: "I'm happy to have you." You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Jungkook looked at you in surprise.
"What's up?"
You sat down next to him again and showed him the photo, and he took another snack and looked at it closely. After reading the caption, he snorted sarcastically.
"Is this a joke?" he asked, chewing.
You took your phone back, looking at the post again.
"She definitely posted this for me to see," you said, laughing. "It's so ridiculous."
Jungkook wiped his hands on his pants and threw the bag of snacks on the table, pulling you toward him, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.
"Does it care you really?" he asked, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness. "Because I don’t care about it so much that it's embarrassing."
You threw your phone on the couch, still laughing, and snuggled up to him.
"It's funny. They're probably together to get back at us or something."
Jungkook turned your face toward him, his lips so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. He kissed you, and you tasted the snacks on his tongue again. He pulled away, smiling.
"Just unfollow Yujeong on Instagram and forget about them," he said, his voice low and soft. "They're not worth your time." He kissed you again, deeper this time, and you felt desire spread through your body. "Are you interested in this movie?" he asked, his lips sliding to your ear.
"It's total crap," you replied, smiling and enjoying his kisses on your neck.
"Then let's do something more interesting," he murmured, his hands sliding under your T-shirt as he pushed you down onto the sofa. You had sex right there on the couch, and his every move was full of passion and care.
Jungkook easily made you happy, not only by giving you incredible orgasms, but also by showing you what care, attention, and need for a partner meant. That evening, when he suggested swinging, you would never have thought it would end like this. You and your best friend, who became everything to you. You feel that you are developing the same true feeling for him that is called love. Although, in essence, you already loved him because you always felt a connection with him.
The US is crazy bc like so many people have intense conspiracy theories about the government like "I think there's a secret elite group of people who control everything" and you can tell them "actually you're not completely wrong, it's just not a secret group of people, it's a bunch of rich people and lobbyists who are doing it all out in the open" and they'll be like "hmmn I don't think it's THOSE people though. I prefer my racist & antisemitic theories"
They'll be like "I heard there's a powerful ring of pedophiles who are influencing the country" and you'll tell them "I mean yeah that's what the Epstein files are about" and they'll say "no I'm pretty sure this has to do with The Queers actually"
I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-
like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?
So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?
But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.
It's MY URL.
IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.
THE ONE *I WROTE*.
In *2013*.
And FORGOT ABOUT
BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING
And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like
Don’t forget Reagan, as California governor, signed the first gun control law in the country. It was for racist reasons - the Black Panther Party freaked everyone out - but it also was mainstream popular and I think it was even supported by the NRA of the time which was a very different sort of group than today’s NRA.
Emergency cleaning: Unfuck your whole house in the shortest time possible
So, your landlord/parents/home inspector/favorite movie star is dropping by, and your place is a disaster. You don’t have much time to clean it up. You’re in emergency mode. Let’s get started.
Don’t panic. Panic leads to fear, fear leads to procrastination, procrastination leads to the dark side. You can do this, but you have to stay calm.
Unlike maintenance cleaning, we’re not looking to completely unfuck one space at a time. Instead, we want to decrease the overall mess in stages, spread evenly across the whole area that we’re concerned about. If you think your home is at Level 10 filth, we want to bring the whole thing down to a Level 9, and then down from there. One really clean spot in an otherwise messy home is not going to be helpful here.
Get prepared. You’ll want to shut the computer down (or turn the modem off if you need your computer to play music). Trust me. Get your music going. Gather up trash bags, your vacuum and mop, some rags or paper towel, sponges, and other cleaning supplies. Use what you have on hand. Don’t get distracted running to the store and spending an hour browsing cleaning supplies. A multi-purpose cleaning concentrate or a jug of vinegar will be just fine.
Breaks are very important. Depending on your time constraints, work in 20/10s (20 minutes working, 10-minute break) or 45/15s. But take breaks because otherwise you’re marathoning, and marathon cleaning is no one’s friend. Keep hydrated, don’t forget to eat, and check in with yourself frequently to make sure you’re physically doing OK.
Make your bed. This will be your home base if you get overwhelmed or need somewhere clear to take a break.
Start with the garbage. Going from room to room, throw out anything that is obvious trash. Once you fill a bag, take it out. Repeat as many times as necessary.
Move on to dishes. Gather the dishes from all over your house and bring them to the kitchen. If you can, start them soaking in a sink of hot, soapy water or start loading the dishwasher. After the dishes are all in one place, spend one 20/10 getting started getting them under control.
Now it’s time for your flat surfaces. Countertops, tables, dresser tops, etc. Clear them off and wipe them down. Don’t get distracted in too much sorting and organizing. We’re in crisis mode here. There will be time to get in-depth once this is all done. The same applies to cabinets and closets. Unless you have reason to believe people will be opening closed doors, leave these alone for now.
Attack the floordrobe and shoe pile. Get your clothes either put away or in the hamper. Start a load of laundry if you need to, but keep in mind that laundry and dishes have three steps: wash, dry, and put it away, goddammit!
Get random stuff up off the floors. If something is trash-worthy, throw it away now rather than just move it around a bunch of times. Otherwise, put stuff where it belongs.
Take another 20/10 or 45/15 to catch up on more dishes, if needed.
Head into the bathroom. Pour some cleaner in the toilet bowl, fill the sink with hot water and cleaner, and either spray the tub and shower with cleaner, or fill the tub up with some hot water and add cleaner and let it soak. Put everything away that’s out and shouldn’t be, clean the mirror, counters, and toilet seat. Sweep or dry mop the floor. Wipe down the sink and tub/shower, and give the toilet bowl a scrub. Mop the floor.
Sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Vacuum everything you can, and sweep everything you can’t.
Walk outside of your house (don’t lock yourself out, please). Walk back in and see what catches your eye first. Go and deal with that.
If you’re being inspected or your landlord is coming in for repairs, spend time on whatever area they’ll be focusing on.
Give the whole place one more once-over and pay attention to anything you’ve missed so far.
It’s an old trick, but if your place is a little funky-smelling, put a pan of water on the stove on low heat and add some citrus or cinnamon or vanilla. Don’t leave it unattended or forget about it.
Take a shower, put on something clean, and eat something.
You can do this. It’s overwhelming, yes, but it is not impossible. You just need to do it. You have a list. You have directions. You have a whole bunch of Internet strangers who have been there before and who are cheering you on. You can do this, but you need to get started.
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