Warnings ⚠️— manipulation, obsession, power imbalances, age gaps, inappropriate behavior
part 2
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I came up with multiple plot lines and felt unimpressed everytime 😭 I know this dragged longer than necessary, let's blame life and burn out —it also lowkey felt triggering bc I was in a similar situation when this ask came through 💀ayy nothing happened -did my best to not be a homewrecker 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ anyweeyyys
I hope this is decent.
I haven't posted a fic in so long it actually feels terrifying.
This story contains mature themes , MDNI!!!
You just had something about you , an addictive pull that drew attention —male praise and envy alike. You knew this from a pretty young age , that you could play men, that men were pretty much all the same no matter the angle you viewed them from
-Visual with a deep need for control,
they could be so simple.
It was so simple,
If they felt control in your presence —you would become addictive to them.
Maybe that's why you widened your eyes, bit the back of your pencil and feigned attention in maths class , in biology , physics, accounting —maybe that's why your grades stayed in their 90s even when you barely paid any attention.
You became the model student in every classroom entered, all at the bat of your eyelashes —you never had to lift a finger and you'd be gone as soon as they decided that there was something unspoken there, something they needed to possess to maintain some control, they could risk it all for something more but— you'd leave, retracting with coldness, leaving them lost - desperate for more —confused and obsessed —men much old enough to father your mother, men old enough to parent you, men in cold manipulative fields who could probably buy you and trade your existence for something so small as a cigarette , you'd seen a lot and you could still conclude —a man was a man. and when it came down to it ,they wouldn't complain — they could never, what would they say when all you'd done was bat your lashes...?
You had never met a man you couldn't have —until Jungkook.
Something was wrong with Jungkook .
you knew it had to be him because the rest of he office men and women alike drew to you like moths to a flame -everyone else in the office tended you — the reports you needed, your coffee order, anything could be done to make your day easier —you were spoilt rotten and expected no less from your boss
—only. You get the litteral less, something close to nothing beyong the casual standard procedures of office keepings
schedule run throughs, essential report updates, and so forth. anything beyond that came with a set word limit that involved a critical gaze prone to causing silent brain damage –or wet panties.
You felt it deep down, just for a brief moment — that something was deeply wrong with you.
You felt hot at the mere idea of a non-existent memory where he couldn't resist you —where he desired you, day dreams of deep , primal, and raw lust oozing from his end
-you needed something. ANYTHING
you craved that silent tug of war , untouched, unspoken ,tension you could cut through with a knife
you just needed Jungkook unhinged , for you.
by you. —putty at the center of your palm
and You always get what you want .
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It was 7pm.
Another late night of work , another night you couldn't take in stride of Jungkook’s silence —another opportunity to break the cycle.
You took a breath in and exhaled another one. The light from the ceiling reflected right at the top of your chest, right where the top 3 buttons —once sealed and closed popped open,
the office was damn near empty, while he was left somewhere in the hallways seeing off the last bit of investors once hosted in a meeting.
you waited for him, perched on a chair right across the desk in his office, You reak of practiced poise, and resembled a personified sharpened knife. Your legs crossed —your skirt bunched to near nothingness and you feigned innocence
Even through your facade you couldn't ignore it.
You see the frame , it faces the direction he sits... like he would crash and burn of he didn't see her face —that or he pleads for a reason to stay grounded.
you have seen her before, drop dead gorgeous
—you found her there and you'll probably leave her there — you scoff a little as you reach for the frame , manicured fingers at the edge of the frame when you turn it towards yourself , a tilt of your head and you're face to frame with a delicately smiling Mrs Jeon —Jungkook.
a creak that goes over your head and he's right behind you ,charged silence
'what are you doing?'
you turn your head, you look up from your seat like a deer caught in head lights, you blink—
you flutter your lashes and speak the language that he speaks -eye contact and charged silence that you don't let sit for long.
"She's gorgeous..."
you chime and absorb every click of his dress shoes , you drown in the scent of his cologne and pout when he turns the frame towards himself —how it should be.
you pout, because that's all you can do and as per usual he has no reaction to you like you don't even exist enough to get that, not even the light of your chest get's a reaction and again -you know it's not
with his attention off you, you whisper -silently, it's not me
it's not me
this all feels new, you never had one you couldn't have and Jungkook feels so distant-
it's not you,
but it kind of stings in the moment.
He briefly assesses the image of his wife, protective and guarded like you'd endanger the framed lady. It's all so sudden, the 180 of your emotions -the short lived flash of his emotions, unidentified, it's subtle but you swear you saw it , close to nothing but it was all for her.
you see it all for a moment and you hate it -you shouldn't, but you feel it —jealousy and possible offense that just delves deeper and deeper. To a possible point where it slices deep.
Maybe it’s the hour, or the light hitting your skin just right, or maybe it’s that damn silence but the tears come quick. Hot. Silent.
Undeniable.
-right there, just when he looks back into your eyes, the only place he ever looks of you - you slip and feel quick tears rushing down your cheeks, a select few enhancing the wasted potential of your tits..
your lips tilt down and you view him through a blurry lense.
a part of you hopes -you blink one away and your sight is momentarily clear in seek of his reaction -but he's rigid -eyes narrowed - controlled and calculating ,you can't accept that .You feel the rug slipping from beneath your feet and you try one last time, to hold onto to your loss of control and so you bring your sleeves to your eyes -voice low and breaking
"i'm s-sorry".
he's caught off guard.
He wants to ignore it , ignore you because a part of him tells him something he can't care to confirm -ever. He wants to let silence handle it and he does just that,
you hear shuffling, drawers opening and a box of tissues is silently placed before you
-he won't ask what's wrong and more tears roll down -he stands there palms slipping into his pockets like he's seen this before -so you try to compose yourself, his eyes never stray -it could be pity, but he looks at all of you that he could see, it's assessment .
like he wants to give you the benefit of the doubt
"where are the reports"
you sniffle -push them forward,...if someone were to enter they'd think you'd been scolded _you feel scolded.
"are they complete?"
"you nodded" head held down, gaze avoidant.
silence and cold stares
'words'
it's like you sense it and you look up at him, lashes wet, mouth parted
—"yes" it's breathy, low and he hums
, barely audible. but it's Jungkook,
he threw you a bone -you look up to see his eyes glued to the file in hand
he's intentional -he would never slip -you tell yourself -it's damaging yet before you can let it sink he orders,
"Mr Kim will take you home."
your mind shuts down, sirens go off
it's like the glass veil cracks and reality -reality slips in, you hate reality and it hurts...
It’s not just dismissal. It feels like exile —the worst thing he could have ever said to you ,there was so much that he cold have done,
he could have pry-ed ,he could have circled the table, reach out -give his back to that photo frame
-and it all feels so horrible, you feel cold and your tears make it feel a bit too real -you almost feel sad beneath the frustration and when you get up to your feet with his eyes on you
-when your chest bounces slightly at the impact of you pulling your skirt down...you hope his eyes are at least in the right place and when your heels click to the door, your lips unable to utter anymore words
You walk out, you walk right past Mr. Kim and straight to your own vehicle because the screwed part of you hopes it irritates something in him, regret- care maybe...you would take anything
and when you speed down the road to your apartment -you vent out your frustration and hope to ram directly into the framed woman you have never met
Watched this drama bc I saw moonbaek on Pinterest, ended up sitting for kim nam gil 😭, I wanna talk about him so baaad like I have so much to say about him🫠 not much appropriate
owww..no , i wish but they dont tour in my continent lol
are you?
i actually wonder what the experience of that is like, i've never been to a concert and im pretty introverted so i never really dream of being at one :) do share if you've been <333
Warnings ⚠️— manipulation, obsession, power imbalances, age gaps, inappropriate behavior
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two words…
Sick Leave.
half truth, half lie and both a descendant of humiliation and a great hit to your ego.
After waking up on your couch, same shirt you wore the previous day and dried tears staining your throw pillows - the events of yesterday came crashing down on you , so vivid that you couldn't tune them out -no matter how badly you wanted to.
Your next great idea was birthed underneath the stream of a scorching hot shower ---call in sick---plain simple and final. You couldn't face Jungkook, a rather childish part of you that couldn't handle a situation where you didnt have the upper hand, stood at your kitchen island and pressed foward on the subject mail directed to the man himself, in despite of the rational whisper at the back of your head that reminded you that he was your boss -it all got muffled by all the sirens dying to go off in your head.
you could still so vividly recall back to your first day in the office -not too far in the building from where you walked in, standing tall and refreshed ,a woman , stood teary eyed, posture pathetic with a box in her hands , ---that was Amanda. And at the brief , barely even there exchanged glance you knew --you felt it, an unspoken fuck you or goodluck -maybe both. you couldnt really tell.
The office building was ruthless, you expected it to be from the second you dedicated three months of your days into a certifiable assistant training programmed --because "that's how Mr Jeon likes his assistants" robotified and produced by the same functioning machine,
--Jungkook's difficulty was all you ever heard about , tales about how he couldn't keep an assistant and how Amanda had allegedly survived a good two weeks before she was used and thrown out on to the streets, --the bounty , the bets and all sorts on your quick exit was set at a three days max - citing the day of your arrival and your larger than life optimism as proof of facts ...you had to be a clutz- and Jungkook was going to destroy you.
mind you securing even an interview spot with the agency that got you here was no piece of cake, neither was the training program filled with conniving young women determined to rub shoulders with wealth and power --sure, you'd learned that the head handler was a man and focused your skills in less explored fields but , the matter of the fact was that you got in --you survived and you made connections strong enough to get to the 65th floor or Jeon&CO. For three more months you awaited the fury -kept a bag packed just for incase, kept the company apartment spotless - just incase...you awaited difficulty, until you fell into unspoken routine with the male rumored monster --what you had not accounted for was the long stream of ill mannered coworkers, silent sabotages that landed outdated client reports into your files that ended up on the ceo's desk - black coffee ''accidentally'' landing on the white blouse that you felt cute in right before a meeting with important inverstors -that had to be the shit that cost Amanda her spot
--He had yet to snap, yell or do anything to actally slight you and for a moment you wondered if he was just soft launching your discard -days turned weeks and weeks turned into a month, the whispers remained -so did you and if Jungkook was as bad as they described , he sure as hell picked his employees by personality standards that sat on borderline psychopathy - like his rumored self that you'd yet to meet yet somehow believed to exist. He'd so far kept responses to a hum - little to no acknowledgement at all , a coldness that you didn't really seem to mind and got used to - the memory of your first mishap still flashes before your eyes - that report you handed over , completed, perfected even --if it weren't for the out dated figures ,the ones that you'd received from a woman, nice and possibly around your age - Juna from team 3.
indifference always sat in his eyes, what you'd thought to be your end at that point in time —it wasn't explosive, like everything else that came with him, it was controlled, a clipped observation "This is out dated" -no disappointment - no surprise , like this was bound to happen and you were never there in the first place
you had actually lasted longer than most, the whispers like dust surfaced again but you were never that much of a quitter , with a stubborn spirit that always seems to guide you to act before even you can process your decisions --you reached for the report , heart nearly leaping out of your chest ,it could have been rage or fear --you couldn't quite tell ,but twenty minutes later the report was sorted and sat perfectly beside him ,perhaps it was then that you ceased to give much of a fuck over what remained of the rule book —subtly and manipulatively as his eyes drifted to the file, then to you , there action gone just as immediate.
You adjusted, you needed ears, allies and some sort of an entourage if you were going to run the corridors of Jeon Industries, so you got familiar –you walked the floors beneath Jungkook's until the structure made sense and then you did just what you did best, proved harmless and disarmed and became the special one - you became the peoples favorite --they called you his office wife.
you suited him so much --a married man whose wife you'd yet to meet even after months of working with, any other man --you'd bet a cheater but Jungkook had survived trips to Vegas, Private island campaigns, Rome -freaking Bali...with the skimpiest of bikinis pucked out for days that you could get to unwind and bask in the sun — you were living out your best life the best way you could , until it just wasnt enough and you wan/es more , you wanted him who remained respectful, a gentleman through it all, eyes never wandering to your best of assets yet still watching over you in times where you navigated foreign lands woth just him by ypur side
It made sense, you made a great team and slowly his silence and coldness towards you just registered as quiet understandment to you, ypu actually got closer than most so why couldn't you be allowed even more closer ?
somewhere in there in that mix - you began to shoot yourself right in the foot —you tried to understand Jungkook, the man who always seemed too far out of reach with a golden band just above a tattooed knuckle, tattoos you so curiously wondered about when your eyes rested on the ceiling , —a man sporting exhaustion and unwavering ignorance-- he was simply fascinating -and so hot you, somewhere in-between that curiosity and spending nearly 18 if not more hours of your day around him --somewhere there primal unhinged tendencies were born -suddenly, your hair was tied up leaving more room for your neck to show ,one more button left for the collar bones and just enough skin in-between to strike up some curiosity , he'd never notice —Yeonjun from marketing department noticed — friend of the office Jimin noticed and when his eyes lingered for longer while you left him in Jungkook’s office you wished it was Jungkook that looked at you like that
You could swear that you'd never so badly wanted to seduce a man as powerful as him , the thrill of the chase and the danger of the reality just further fed into your delusions and watered your work ethic, ---and once you had cemented your importance into his life you'd do you took to stalling -messing up, just slightly enough to leave room to linger in his presence longer.
Jungkook would be there, never suggestive ,robotic with a hint of basic humanity really , blend that with working so late into early mornings , rolled sleeves and veins straining against taught skin and most of all he was in charge - And you clinged to it all like a mad dog with a bone
-- somewhere along those lines, your best judgement quickly blurred into something that you'd allude far from hope, a bit more twisted and sinister - you anticipated the day he'd finally break, the day that Jungkook would cave for you and you maybe realized that what began as a harmless ctush had grown to dangerously venture along the lines of a grandiose entitlement, maybe even delusion birthed at the idea —fact that no man, on fully functioning legs had ever stood to last the test of time against you.
Not even Jeon Jungkook despite your apparent encounter and nearest Judgement.
You couldn't have that - would barely allow it with the kind of stubbornness you carried around -but for now you just needed two days,
riddled in humiliation and hurt masked as pride , you sent the email, blamed menstrual cramps and cited nausea -
he granted you three, a weekend ,no further explanation in the dry email that told you to return to work "when you are sufficiently recovered to fulfil and carry out your responsibilities without issue/ challenge" — a part of you wanted to believe that you were reaping the best fruits of your delusions that kept you from requesting a day off for the five months that you'd served the company...the other blinked the fury away – and proceeded to shoot yourself in the foot .
fueled and led by pure rage and stubbornness
--you did what any self respecting woman would do... ''focus on yourself''
you tried to switch off your gadgets...tried to sink yourself into a relaxing bath and let Jungkook realize just how empty his life --his office was without your light and competence to guide him through his days
no expectations...that's what you told yourself when all the self care barely cared and you found yourself back to your gadgets, refreshed and synced to no important notification whatsoever
for a minute there you thought the process of having your pride being dragged though shards of broken glass was an ongoing one , you poured yourself a glass of wine ; downed it like water until your mood lightened. In past dissapointments you'd already had yourself nice and naked, tasing some lucky loser on text or call so the irony is not lost on you when you find yourself hunche over the kitche island at 3am -instead of phone sex you're connected to the company's shared vpn mico analyzing every deet and piece of information that could help you track whatever kept him from merely concerning for you
there's logged meetings
investor calls
board reviews...nothing unusual and everything the exact same blend way
then a bitter taste forms in your mouth , it;s realization. Making your eye twitch or the mere audacity because how dare him
its an unreasonable train of thought that insists that Jungkook had not right to continue existing as though the centre of your world had been tipped over
He had no right and the chain of impulsivity is continued when you follow the rabbit hole , folders that you had no business opening from the comfort og your apartment - confidential...yet nowhere enough to get you fired
--the can of worms , every single trip , business and personal that Jungkook had travelled in the past month
you were not looking for anything in particular but you still braced yourself , you assure yourself that it was all standard procedure
you were just doing your job
-sun rises at 6 ...you have not gotten a wink of sleep but you now know Jungkook's preffered airlines and the exact number of trips that he embarked on in the past 12 months
you now know the hotels he frequented
you know some people he met nut you dont know her still
you know too much
and somehow not enough
Because nowhere among thousands of documents was there an answer to the only question you actually wanted answered.
Why not me?
the idea , the question make you nearly recoil into yourself
You slammed the laptop shut.
Silence filled the apartment immediately.
The kind of silence that only made room for ugly truths.
For a long moment you sat there.
Still.
Beneath all the embarrassment , there in the back of your mind, beneath the irritation and humiliation, another realization quietly took shape.
Three days away from him should have been enough to regain your senses.
Enough to remember who you were before Jeon Jungkook occupied every available corner of your brain.
Enough to kill whatever ridiculous fantasy you'd built around him.
Instead, all three days had done was prove something indefinitely worse.
your entire days had begun orbiting around his existence.
And that—
that was uncomfortably fucked up.
by the fourth day, you have managed to scrape yourself together
Barely stable --but it's enough for you to plunge your hips into a midi skirt , black in color and hardly breathable , paired with a shirt, crimson in color and complementary to your figure tucked in with buttons fully shut, save the top one for air --it cant be hellped, you cant help it .
You stare back at your own reflection un the mirror , you feel different —barely look the same and when the elevator fills up a sinking feeling takes place where you dont bother to interrupt the silence
the ride to the 65th floor is stifling -too slow for your liking, as though the walls are closing in around you –it feels like you have already fucked up, you feel incompetent, replaceable and you have never been claustrophobic before in the span of your colorful existence
–you got up extra early , an unstable nudge that wouldn't let you rest had kept you up all night, you shaved ,tried to self soothe, but you just ended up back on your gadgets...centred , you refreshed -- and resynced your digital updates over and over again —nothing new had showed up since the last 14 hours that you'd recieved the last update
She's sure it's just a glitch , parking in her usual spot and nearly skipping to the building entrance —miid a lot different compared to ypur last time here
a strange effect of sleep deprivation
You pass through reception, you chirp your greetings ,you don't bother standing to gauge reactions —questioning and something else
elevator is stifling , you're at the center of it all, perfumes, paper and strong coffee that just reminds you to pick up his order
When the elevator doors open at his your floor --your stop
a breath escaped you, not nervous...determined and bracing. It's quiet as ever, the golden coated doors shut as they forever are, you are nowhere near late but you know the workaholic is already there situated behind his desk at a warping 6:30am . You have nothing for him today, not his schedule and definitely not his coffee, you stand three feet away from his door ...you cant get yourself to move, until something in your brain snaps --Assistant.
your emotions did not matter -not to him, barely registered to you, so when you feet turn in the opposite direction, your return is swift with a dark unsweetened bitter coffee in your hands
for the first time in a while when your knuckles softly meet the shiny black door in a soft knock, you mean it , stood upright and professional, you don't take his silence for a silent welcome --you don't budge until he tells you to come in.
Never readable, not even a glimpse to dwell your hope
Your mood is just sour , vindictive and in the same unreasonable way children act out —you hold your silence, extra perfection in the name of spite, even your proximity shifts to barely around .
You suck a breath in and swing the door open
Hes your boss.
You and him were never on the greeting terms , you were told he disliked meaningless chatter and that poured over to mundane niceties —you dont bother
It's bright in his office, the 7am sun laminating the golden interiors of the space, and he is at the center of it all, with the friendly reminder of his wife right where you'd lasted seen it
a nasty reminder of what he made you
his coffee is set where he expects it, robotically you inform him of a meeting scheduled for 9am –crisp, cut and clean
he wont respond, won't glance , you force your feet to lift and turn you for exit
"Y/N" chilling, you tense before turning
"Yes sir?"
his eyes are already on you, pen relaxed between a pair of his tattooed fingers, ignore it ...
You blink the sight away and cuss him out with the empty fury in your eyes when they meet his
fuck else can you do
It feels like decades pass before he speaks again
"Im going to need that draft of the guest list emailed to me before 10"
you narrow your eyes, you damn near pout with a question -it'd disrupt your whole apparent shtick , a dent of incompetence that would just shoot straight to your pride
...still bitterly , and not knowing would be worse - worst part , your hand shakes at your side, and he studies you, unfazed- expectant - unblinking.
"_guest list?"
silence.... a beat passes , you stop counting and opt to refresh anything where this guest list might make sense --nothing shows up, panic rises
"I was certain that would have caught your eye amidst your hours of scrapping through decades worthy of information.. "
you hate what he's implying... you hate that you also have no clue what he's talking about, so terribly that this office is starting to feel like a humiliation rituals ground
you dont respond, fatefully avoid his gaze
"draft the guest list for the Annual Corporate Leadership Summit, ensure that all key stakeholders, executive partners, and strategic allies are represented. The list must reflect both our organizational priorities and our brand stature.”
you didn't even blink, and you missed it...the attitude cannot be helped when you purposefully click your heels against his marbled floors and hope he figures something.
in thirty minutes time you cozied up to Minju, you heard of the Summit and got a hang of what that meant for you , at exactly ten Jungkook has his guest list - with your own petty addition of Jeon and Mrs.
Your name nowhere in sight and it's up to him whether his marital wife will make an appearance or if his office wife will have to step up –either way you'd be at the summit.
Heyy, since u write dark romance would you ever write a plot with cheater jk? Something like were jk is married and a new employee at his office tries to seduce him. Like with showing cleavage only with jk around, brushing against him in elevators or even subtly flirting. Jk finally gives in and goes feral. He is not even guilty about fucking her in the office, hotels, work parties with her partner around But will always tell her its the last time so that she keeps up the game and tries seducing him all the time.
😭😭😭i'm having a shitty day and this sounds so fun and unhinged, give me a sec🫡
Okay but why friends to fwb don’t they like each other?
they are bestfriends , they just never really thought of each other like that , I was tired from work when I wrote this so i didn't include too much of a backstory but , jungkook used to have a little crush on her when theyfirst met in high-school, I'm envisioning a shy jungkook, a transfer student who doesn't really talk to people especially girls but was just aambushed by outgoing yn who was popular in high-school , they grow closer into their adult years , hence the bestfriend title , I made the fwb part because their relationship just stepped out of the bounds of friendship with them sleeping together.
I think it is also cool to acknowledge that they are both very attractive people, they have always cared for each other...them sleeping together was almost just because of the bet that got out of hand 😀 I don't know of I'm even making sense , This was just my first attempt at writing smut and I didn't want this to drag on.
Summary: when your weekly hangout with your befriend fuels a bet between the two of you, you take it upon yourself to do your best , even if that means crossing boundaries that neither of you can make a return from.
Warnings: shy kookie. heavy smut. PWP
pwp because being horknee is just not enough reason to have s€x!!
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MDNI!!!!
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This is what had become of your Thursday nights with Jungkook, some forgotten movie playing on his huge tv screen while you ran your fingers through his hair , gasping and trying to muffle the sweet noises he loved so much, just another thing that made him proud to know you so well, proud of how he could just make you tremble by his tongue alone, all of this stemming from that one night.
Your kookie, the shy guy you had just lost a bet to , your once flushed and flustered best friend of seven years n̈ow .
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You stood there before your mirror, soft hands running over the latex piece that caught to you like second skin
It was shard to put on with the many cut outs that blend so well with the lace down going down your navel, it was fascinating how humans could just create things like this. You completed your look with a pair of lace thigh length stockin̈s that the hem was lined with latex. Your make up done to a perfect T , ass sat nice in the little set and it all disappeared under the equally black coat as you clicked your way down to your car
You didn't even need to question your actions and the active role you took In enabling Jungkooks competitive nature
you were just pretty much the same , grinning with mischief at the thought of proving that deep down your best friend of 7 years, once shy enough miss a flight because a woman was in the direction that he wished to travel
Sure he was 17 at the time but the list just kept going and going, again, it was not nice to leverage on his past experiences, you could however get a trip to Boca out of him all you had to do was just turn red , crash out a little over the fact that you were no better than naked in his living room space under his newly purchased red neon light
you trusted that you would have a hole in the shape of your best friend through his door as soon as you started swaying your hips under dim lights where only your silhouette and his eyes exist.
the winning conditions were too easy ,a bet , a result of your previous movie night with jungkook,
It was his turn to pick a movie
his usual picks treaded on some gruesome horror films that would just make you not want to go back home all together.
He mentioned the title somewhere upon pressing play as he mentioned that he'd been looking to watch the film for a while now, you just didn't care to listen because let's face it , you were not going to be needing to remember that .
The characters seemed messy , a party girl and a grumpy boy who was inlove with her , you wondered if he was going to be the one initiated the killings or if it was another well written one where she does it, 15 minutes passed, Jungkook laid his head in your lap, you ran your fingers through his fluffy hair and focused on the film,
all was well until the woman started peeling off her clothes layer by layer down to her underwear and started to dance for the man in her presence
you started it...."hot ,I wonder if I could pull that off..-"
You could feel Jungkook tense in your arms for a second there
"Ooooh , would you borrow me your neon lamp-"
you started giggling, remembering how you had first met the bright light
"It's giving sex dungeon " you had initially joked
You think jungkook is doing that thing where he ignores you so that you eventually quit but he of all people should know that you never quit
"I bet you would turn all red and cover your eyes if I danced for you, maybe I should try Joon or Ta-"
He waltzed off your lap, gaze solid and tongue poking the inside of his cheek , you shut up on instant, your lips twitching , aching to tilt and giggle , he could see it and deliberately he dragged his dark gaze to your lips , your collar bones, your chest , your manicured fingers for split second and then back to your eyes
"Do it." His gaze went up to the tv screen as you scurried to be closer to him sitting on the back of your knees, your hand tucking a strand of hair behind his ear
"Do what Kookie" your voice was teasing not void of humor like his , he's mad , your thumb goes to rub slow circles where he pokes his tongue, your thumb moves to the corner of his lip , you feel it twitch and he smirks , turning his head to you
"Dance for me yn," his hand comes to caress your cheek in soft motions but something about him is not giving you soft in the moment, his eyes are dark, his voice doing that thing of dropping to an octave , like he has left and you are with a whole different person. his knucklesare on your collarbones ,each of his words slowly dragged out as if to give you time to feel them deep in your bones
"show me what this pretty little body can do , if I do as you claim I would ,I'm getting you those tickets to bora. Just pray that you don't lose, YN."
You gulped...but this was your kookie,...right
he was just being his usual competitive self, so you grinned
"Can I use the lights, Kookie ?"
"Use the lights pretty face."
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You stared at the message once more, 'I just knocked off, got a cool movie '
a breath in and another one out.
You slipped your phone back into your purse before punching in the code to Jungkook's apartment.
you don't have to look for him and maybe that makes you a little nervous,
He stood there on his counter , black shirt ,black formal pants , tie discarded somewhere in the room which tells you that had just gotten here himself, a glass of whiskey in his hand and his eyes do that thin̈g where they get extra shiny as he looks in your direction lips still on the glass in his hand
they are only shiny for so long, until he scans the rest of you
It certainly wasn't that cold for the coat, the shoes.. your makeup...
You couldn't, possibly...right ?
A part of him knows you absolutely would , the vixen in you would never let you past the opportunity
you lived for the thrill, liked to watch people melt at your finger tips without ever really doing much
"Hi Kookie " you strutted on your heels to where he stood, giving him a peck on the cheek, so innocent ,like everything was normal.
"could you get the lights for me "
He's hesitant , but he does as you requested. The music starts playing and he gulps ,hard gaze where your coat ties a knot
He's standing in front of you, towering over you in the heels on your feet, his fingers ghost over yours where they touch your belt , the room is luminated in red but you still feel his eyes burn with something, softened for your viewing
"You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to,"
"I want to. Are you quitting on me kookie, scared you gonna lose?"
He's so close to you, he can smell your perfume the scent that haunts him even in your absence, he gives you a long and hard stare and you roll your eyes raising your palm to pledge
"Kook , I'm good and if you don't want this it's okay...I will just go find a place else to use it " you smile and look him through your lashes
his hand on your belt pulls the tie and the front falls open
indulging his curiosity .
There is a silent plea , don't show this to anyone else
You take steps forward leading him back to the couch , he sits down eyes left level with the hem of your panties
You're gone before he can process , stood a distance from him ,in the middle of his living room where you let the soft material of your coat fall to your feet
And you watch him get comfortable, further spreading his legs and adjusting his seating .
And you start , parting your legs slowly , a little spin to give him a view of your back , expectantly your eyes meet his over your shoulder, not yet
You whip your hair and fall so effortlessly to your knees , you're in sync with the music , arching at the drop of the beat and throwing your hair back, your body following until you have an upside down view of him
where did you learn this and why were you so confident,
you spin, facing him on all fours , he's not blushing, not flustered and far from looking ready to bolt. He wants to keep his eyes on yours but your tits ready to spill keep him occupied, the way your thighs fall apart and the added motion of grinding ,
your eyes close shut for a moment, you were clearly lost in the music and when you open them Jungkook's eyes are dead set on you, dark and heavy at the way you spin so flexibly , arching your back before throwing your head back to roll back wards , it's so brief , more proof that if he blinks he will miss you.
you are back on your feet like the stilettos on your feet are just a mere extension of your legs yet he still won't get shy on you, a part of you already was aware that Jungkook's shy days were years beyond him
sure ,he still had his days of blushing himself into the ground when you teased him , maybe just a tad bit of that was what you expected tonight not him sitting there like a predator eyeing his favorite prey caught in the most obvious trap ーlegs wide spread so invitingly ,eyes dark and heavy with desire and a semi bulge tenting in his pants, that was the last reaction you expected from your best friend either way the show goes on ,
you see his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, that just prompts a mischievous smile from you and more seductive dancing.
You were going to do your best to break his resolve, you wanted him shy and flustered and that is what you were going to get, you turn your back on him trying to maintain some composure ,
you glide your palms down your thighs and back up again before gripping onto the latex of the bra and teasing the cups down just a little revealing the sides of your boobs , you look back and see him squirm in his seat a bit, but he's not giving in,
Jungkook doesn't like that you know what you're doing , youre too good at this he might just get you those tickets and keep you all to himself.
six songs and you were convinced that he was not gonna get shy on you , maybe it was time to get closer. You sink to your knees, crawling towards him
getting , closer and closer until you are right in between his spread legs
there is a fight under the surface when his hand comes to pinch at your bottom lip before tracing the area in soft motions.
Your hands find his knees as you settle between his legs and slowly rise like a mermaid emerging from forbidden waters.
your eyes lock together as you take his hands into yours , he allows you to straighten his fingers and gulps when he chooses to give you the benefit of the doubt , your soft skin is at the tip of his fingers , the latex straps of your bra making his head spin a little
he wondered for a bit how the material could blend so well with you, how taking it off would feel likeー
you play dirty , hooking his fingers into your straps just above the flesh of your tits and you guide him , sliding the material off your shoulders at a painfully slow pace,
his breath hitches, his mouth slightly parted, but the man has some self control.
there is hunger in his usually sparkly eyes and you know theres no turning back when his hands feel heavy beneath yours
he watches the bra loosen off your tits but it's like something snaps right before your nipples make a show for it , he palms the material over you tits
bummer , you think the fun was just beginning.
his eyes soften as they meet yours but you do liketo pokethe bear
"you put up a good fight, lover bo-"
it's like the wind is knocked out of you when he squeezes your fleshy mounds, it's a warning that goes straight to your panties causing you to gasp and bite your lip
"do you really believe that baby, did I really lose?" his eyes stay glued where his thumps rub slow circles above the latex material of your bra .
you bite your lip , you certainly know what he's saying but you're stubborn , your hand goes to get your hair out of the way before you further slide his hands down along with the latex bra and when his eyes drop to your breasts the moment they are exposed, the air changes, the atmosphere gets hotter, his tongue drags along his bottom lip and you're done for.
you realize how wet you're becoming and how much your nipples are hardening by the second, it's like all the sensations are heightened by a thousand and your motives have turned gray,
you hold onto his knees for support as you get up , his hands sliding down to your waist, it's like he doesn't want to let go when you find his hands again, only to detach them completely this time.
You peel off the bra and let it directly onto his bulge, you're standing above him trying to regain some control where the bulge in his pants is the only proof that he was equally bothered as you were, his dark eyes heavy with lust only promise you what you already know,
you turn around slow and calculated, your ass in front of him, he has always loved when tou wear those shorts of yours to sleep ,he'd always find himself entranced at the way your ass moved , youd just ne walking and hes have to forcefully tear his gaze away to stay in chattered territories .
You are moving your hips slowly and sensually, his eyes are trained on your ass, your hands go down and your fingers slide into the thong and you slowly tug it off ,the fabric grazing the flesh of your butt before bending over to further assist the material down your legs, dropping and the non existent fabric to pool around your heels.
you always knew that he was good at controlling his himself but you can see him losing grip and it's turning you on, a lot.
Its like your senses are heightened, hyper aware of the way his breath hitched when you wiggle your hips, your pussy gushing inches from his face ,glimmering under the red lights,
he is about to break, you can feel his eyes on your bare pussy, the lustful groan he lets out makes the fire between your legs burn higher and the ache in your lower abdomen grow.
you turn and you meet his eyes, you're playing a dangerous game that neither of you will adress nor stop. Your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants and then to his face, he is a goner and you both know it, so when you saunter back over and settle yourself on his lap, straddling him, your wet pussy pressing against the cloth of his pants, he groans and his lips fall to your neck, his tongue and teeth dragging along the skin. You moan his name, your fingers threading in his hair, he bites down and you yelp in response.
"Fuck Y/N" he groans as his lips suck on the area and your hips start rocking into his clothed erection.
"You're driving me insane" his words come out like a growl, his hand on your thigh squeezing hard enough for you to feel his nails digging into your flesh.
"Jungkook" you whine, your head falling back, giving him more access to the skin of your neck and chest.
his hands are all over you , groping and exploring, his touch is far from gentle , it burns and it is just what you need. his hand skims between your thighs, on to your panties plastered to your folds a motion that makes you whimper and Jungkook smirks mocking,
"whats the matter baby, mmh?...you know I'm your kookie, you can tell me anything mmh"
you moan, pressing down into his hand causing him further feel your dampness through your panties and he coos
"Look at you, a little slutty dance and you're this wet, hmm?" his nose drags along your jaw line before his tongue darts out , he licks and suckles on a spot before soft lips press a kiss.
"All that for me? What a pretty little whore" his words are so dirty, a tone he has never before taken with you but it's hot , it makes you pick up your grinding. his teeth clamp down on the skin of your collarbone and you let out a whimper, your hips rolling into him faster and harder.
"That's it baby, fuck my pants, get them all wet and sticky for me" his palm grips the meat of your ass, kneading the skin
"Kook" you call out for him, his eyes lock with yours and he looks at you as his hand grips your chin, his thumb drags along your lips and you let your tongue poke out to lick the pad, you watch him smirk.
"Such a pretty slut". he pushes his thumb past your lips, your tongue swirls around the finger and you start sucking on it
"So wet, I can feel you, I bet you're fucking drenched, hm? You love showing off like this, don't you? You love being a fucking tease, getting me so hard I can't think straight" his words have your pussy throbbing and you nod slowly, moaning around his thumb.
he pulls his finger out of your mouth , pressing down your bottom lip before rubbing your spit along the rest of your bottom lip
he tsk's , you're all fucked out , brain dead at his mercy and he hasn't even sunk his cock into you yet, you were simply grappling onto the crumbs of his clothed cock like this is your final chance
You are being so good for him he can't help the little bit of possession that grows in his him, he doesn't give himself the chance to examine what comes out of his mouth
"You're mine Y/N, all fucking mine, no one can make you feel this good" he pulls his finger out of your mouth and brings his hand down and cups your breast, his fingers squeeze the mounds before pinching your nipple, his eyes on your face the entire time."Tell me you're mine YN" his voice is hoarse, his gaze heated and expectant
he is so overwhelming, in the best way possible, you can not think without him and your wish is his command
"I'm yours Kook, all yours" your words are nothing more than a despetste whisper and his forehead falls on yours, his nose brushes against yours and your lips connnect in a passionate, paced kiss, your hands hooking at the hem of his t-shirt to get it off of him and when you part, it is pulled over his head and thrown somewhere behind the sofa
you resume kissing, his hands roaming all over your body, groping, kneading, pinching and pulling. your hips continue their movements, your clit rubbibg against the hardness in his pants ,which feels so good but you want him , you need him and you make it known arching your back and teasing the waistband of his pants, he parts his lips, his tongue meeting yours, he tastes of mint and vanilla, a delicious flavour you've always been a big fan of, he bites on your lip, tugging gently as you unbutton and unzip his pants, your hands work fast as you pull the elastic of his boxers down until the head of his cock is slipped out, precum coating the glistening tip.
your mouth waters and you're sure that your thighs have glued together by now, yet the pressure still remains,
"Open those pretty thighs for me" the demand comes in a soft raspy voice, a low growl and your thighs part like the most obedient girl ever.
He leans back and his eyes scan every inch of your skin, drinking in the sight, his fingers run over the curve of your body, a sexy smirk adorning his lips when youwhisper. "I want you inside me Kook, please"
his eyes darken, and his smirk widens and his cock twitches, the head tapping against his tummy, his tip an angry red under the neon lights stands shiny begging to be licked.
His thumb grazes over your clit and the touch has you arching into him , turninging into a mere begger ."Please"
"Begging already?, my baby is so eager for this cock, huh?"
the desperation in your tone drives him mad and his fingers slide through your folds, coating his digits with the stickiness of your cunt and when he pulls them back the strings of slick attached to his fingers make a sound and he chuckles,
"fuck YN... look at this mess" his thumb rubs the sticky fluid over the head of his cock and he uses it to lube his shaft, stroking his dick and
"Fuck" the curse leaves his lips in a hiss, his hand grips the base and the tip is pressed against your folds, he moves his hips forward, mushroom tip pushing past your folds, the stretch makes your eyes roll to the back of your head making you moan "Oh...God"
your walls clench around him and he lets out a grunt, "So fucking tight" he hisses, his hand holds your thigh up as his hips push forward, his cock sliding in and filling you up so deliciously that the burning stretch becomes bearable
"You're taking me so well pretty", he plants a kiss on your forehead and paces histhrusts at a slow pace ease you in, ,
His Jaw is clenched as if to maintain some control and his hands grip your thighs so tight he might leave bruises but you wouldn't mind because your manicure clings to him , dragging all overhisback to be inseparable with Jungkook.
You could take it all from him he's so deep inside you, his fullness has you seeing stars, your cunt spasming around him.his hips snap back before thrusting in and he bottoms out, hitting your sweet spot, making you scream his name..."right there?" he asks in a breathy whisper , you nod
and his hips start moving, he pulls out almost all the way and snaps his hips forward again, he continually hits that spot over and over again and your nails dig into his biceps, sure to leave crescent shaped indents on his skin but the man is too lost in his pleasure to care.
his hand reaches down to where your bodies connect, his thumb pressing down on your clit making you arch off the bed you're so close, he can feel your walls swallow him whole
his thrusts are relentless and he doesn't slow down.
"cum for me my pretty baby" his words are strained and you are on the edge
,kook...ahh-" your words are lost in the loud cry that leaves your throat when his thumb circles your clit and his cock pounding into your cunt,
your bodies shake and when his forehead falls on yours. your eyes pinch shut, your toes curl, your cunt is milking him, sucking him dry for all he has, and when his hips still, his cum spills into you and he groans , a sound so good you clench and twitch St the way his chest connected to yours.
when he pulls his dick out, his seed trickles out and the sensation is strange, he lays on top of you, chest heaving, head rests in the crook of your neck , it's sweaty and messy and when his fingers find yours, he intertwines your fingers and you're somewhere in the clouds but you feel his lips at the back of it and you definitely hear the man's question
"Did I win pretty doll?"
"I think we already established that...no?"
a kiss to your collarbone and your eyes shoot open
