Tags: MDNI, needy Jungkook X shy female reader who becomes filthy asf, it's mostly all sexting, online best friends to sex friends, oral sex(both receiving), anal sex, nipple sucking, breastfeeding
Summary: Jungkook and Yn start chatting about more than daily topics
Jungkook lived alone in his sleek Seoul apartment, enjoying the privacy his fame afforded him after years in the spotlight. He and Yn had been close online friends for over a year. They first connected in a BTS fan Discord during late-night gaming sessions, then moved to private KakaoTalk. What began with memes, music recommendations, and light banter evolved into profound conversations about philosophy, art, music, dreams and hidden desires. Yn lived abroad, which made everything feel safe and unreal,like a private fantasy.
Her sharp intellect fascinated him. The way she dissected complex ideas with clarity and wit made his pulse race in ways he had never expected. One humid summer night, after a particularly deep discussion on repression and human urges, Jungkook could no longer hold back.
Jungkook: Yn, the way your mind works is properly fucking sexy. So intelligent it makes my cock throb just reading your words. That brilliant brain of yours… I need it filthy. Ever thought about sex chatting? No pressure, but I’m already hard imagining you letting that clever mouth run wild for me.
Yn: Jungkook… you’re serious? We’re just friends. I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels so sudden.
Jungkook: Dead serious, baby. I want to hear every dirty thought that smart head of yours can come up with. I’ll start if you’re nervous. Tell me what you’re wearing right now. I’ve been wanking for the past hour thinking about your last message on impressionism. My cock is leaking like a tap.
Yn:Just a thin t-shirt and knickers… This is all new to me. Feels dangerous. I shouldn’t even be typing this. My face is burning.
Jungkook: Good. Touch that pretty cunt for me and send a voice note moaning my name while you do it. I need to hear how wet you get for me.
Jungkook: [Dick Pic] Close-up of his thick, veiny cock gripped hard in his tattooed fist, swollen head glistening with precum. *Your brilliant fucking mind did this to me, Yn.*
Yn: Oh my god… you’re massive. I can’t believe you sent that. My heart is racing. Alright… first time ever doing anything like this. [Tits Pic] A clear photo of her full, soft breasts, heavy and round, with stiff, dark nipples begging for attention.
Jungkook: Jesus Christ, Yn. Those perfect tits. I’m going feral. I want to suck them raw until they’re bruised and swollen, like I’m breastfeeding from you while I ruin your holes.
Yn: I… I don’t know what to say. This is so embarrassing but I’m really wet now. No one’s ever talked to me like this.
Chat – 2:19 AM
Jungkook: Fuck, those tits are going to live in my head rent-free. Pinch your nipples for me and tell me how it feels.
Yn: They’re so sensitive… I did it. It sent a jolt straight down there. This is too much. I feel shy even admitting that.
Jungkook: Shy looks good on you, but I want you dirty. Imagine me on my knees sucking those tits hard, biting them while I finger you. I’d drink from you like I’m breastfeeding.
Yn: that sounds intense. I’ve never thought about someone sucking my breasts like that. It’s making me squirm but I’m too nervous to say more.
Jungkook: Don’t hold back, smart girl. I love how your mind works, but right now I need it dirty.
Yn: Okay… maybe I’d let you. If you were gentle at first. But I shouldn’t be saying this.
A few days later – 11:47 PM
Jungkook: Been thinking about you all day. Your last smart take on existentialism had me stroking in the shower. Send me something. Anything.
Yn: I’m still shy about pictures… but I touched myself earlier thinking about your message. Just light circles. Nothing crazy.
Jungkook: Tease. I want more. I’d eat your pussy from behind until you shake, then move to that tight little ass with my tongue.
Yn: ass? You mean… anal? I’ve never tried that even in my head. It sounds scary but the way you describe it… I’m getting wet again. Don’t laugh at me for being shy.
Jungkook: Not laughing. I’ll go slow. Tongue-fuck that tight hole first, get you sloppy wet, then train it with my fingers before I bury myself balls-deep. You’d love it.
Yn: Maybe… I’m imagining it now. Your tongue there. It’s dirty but turning me on.
One week later – 1:55 AM
Jungkook: I’m so hard it hurts. Your intelligence is foreplay. Now be a good girl and describe sucking my cock.
Yn: I… okay. I’d kneel and lick the head slowly. Like a lollipop. But then I’d get shy and stop. Is that okay?
Jungkook: Filthy tease. I’d grab your hair and force it down your throat until you gag. But first those tits. I’d suck them like I’m breastfeeding, leaving marks all over.
Yn: The breastfeeding thing… it’s weirdly hot. I’d let you suck hard. Bite my nipples. I’m touching myself properly now. Two fingers.
Jungkook:[Voice Note] Deep moan of her name while stroking. “Yn… fuck, those tits.”
Yn: Your voice is so hot. I’m close already.
Days like these passed and yn was getting more and more confident, sending Jungkook pictures and acting like nothing happened.
Jungkook: Send another pic. I need those tits again. I jerked off three times today thinking about you.
Yn: Alright… here. [New Tits Pic – nipples pinched and red] I did this for you.
Jungkook: Good girl. Look at those hard nipples. I’d pinch them while fingering your cunt and ass at the same time.
Yn: I want that. Your fingers stretching both holes. And… anal. I keep thinking about your thick cock pushing into my arse while you play with my clit. Making me full.
Jungkook: YES. I’ll train that tight ass until you’re begging. Tongue first, then fingers, then balls-deep pounding.
Yn: Fuck… I’m dripping on my sheets now. I’d clench around you so hard.
8:34 PM
Yn: I’ve been bad today. I edged myself for an hour thinking about you sucking my tits raw while you fuck my arse. I want bite marks all over them. Bruised and swollen after you have been breastfeeding for hours.
Jungkook: Holy shit, Yn. You’ve gone full filthy. I love this side of you.
Yn: yes, baby, just for you. I want you to slap my tits while you thrust into my pussy or maybe ass? . Make them jiggle. Then pull out and feed me your cock straight from my dirty hole. I’d suck it clean like a whore.
Jungkook: [Dick Pic – mid-stroke, veins bulging, precum everywhere] This is what you do to me now.
Yn:Mmm, that fat cock. I’d deepthroat it until my eyes water, then pull back and tease the head with my tongue. Edge you until you’re growling. Then I’d beg you to cum on my tits and make me swallow every drop.
Jungkook: You’re feral now. I’m obsessed.
Yn:[Voice Note] Wet squelching sounds of fingers plunging in and out of her cunt, moaning loudly: “Jungkook… fuck my ass harder. Suck my tits dry. I’m your cumslut.”
Jungkook was so obsessed, he would text her randomly even in public. He couldn't think about anything else. She was so beautiful to him, he would hug her and never let go.
Jungkook (3:12 PM): Can’t focus on anything. Your smart little analyses turn me on so much my cock aches. I miss you. Need to bury my face in your cunt and smell how wet you get for me. Then tongue-fuck your ass until you squirt.
Yn: I’m at work and now I’m soaked. I’d sit on your face and grind my arse on your tongue while you finger my cunt. Then I’d make you suck my nipples so hard they leak for you. Breastfeed fantasy is stuck in my head now.
Jungkook (2:07 AM): Woke up throbbing again. Can’t stop thinking about breastfeeding from those tits while I finger your arse. I need the real thing, Yn. I’m going insane without you.
Yn:Come here and do it then. I want your mouth latched on my nipples for hours, biting and sucking while you stretch my pussy with three fingers. I’d cum just from that. Then I’d swallow your entire load straight from the source, no wasting a drop.
Jungkook: Fuck, you’ve become such a dirty girl. I love it.
Yn: I was shy at first but now I crave it. I want you to cum deep in my ass, then make me push it out so you can watch. Or feed it to me from your fingers while you suck my sore nipples again. I’m touching my clit right now just typing this.
Jungkook: I’m so fucking close. Imagine me sucking hard on your tits, leaving deep bite marks all over, while I pound your gorgeous arse raw. Balls slapping against your wet cunt.
Yn:Yes- harder. Bite them until I scream. I want my nipples raw and sensitive. I’m riding my fingers pretending it’s your thick cock in my arse. I’d clench so tight around you.
Jungkook:I’d pinch your clit at the same time. Make you squirt while I’m buried balls-deep in that tight hole.
Yn: I’m cumming-shit-I want drink your cum straight from your cock. I’d swallow it all, then lick your balls clean like a greedy slut.
Jungkook: [Voice Note] Raw, growling moan of her name as he explodes: “Yn-fuck-take my load.”
Yn: I came twice. First riding my fingers like a whore, then licking them clean pretending it was your thick semen. I want the real thing so bad now.
꧁꧂
The chats continued like this for months, daily filth, voice notes, more pics, and increasingly dark fantasies. Yn had transformed from the shy girl who hesitated at every message into a confident, feral partner who matched Jungkook’s hunger step for step. Their conversations never lost the intellectual spark, often starting with deep talks before descending into pure depravity.
Months after their chats had spiralled into pure depravity, Jungkook flew to Yn’s city in complete secrecy. As a famous idol, he moved like a shadow, mask, cap, and private transport ensuring no one knew. He had told her only the day before that he was coming, but the reality hit her differently when the knock sounded on her apartment door.
Yn opened it with trembling hands. There he stood: Jungkook in the flesh, taller and more intense than any video call could capture. His dark eyes burned with unrestrained hunger the second the door clicked shut and he locked it behind him. Yn stepped back, heart hammering. This had always felt safe online, distant, imaginary. But now he was here, real, breathing hard, looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole.
“Jungkook… I—” she started, voice shaky, still processing.
He didn’t let her finish. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and feral, pupils blown wide with lust. “Don’t be surprised by what I’m about to do,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, stepping forward until she was backed against the wall. “Every single filthy thing we talked about in those chats, I’m doing it all. Right now. No holding back.”
Before she could respond, he crashed his mouth onto hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue invaded her immediately, fucking her mouth with the same hunger he’d described so many times. One hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head exactly how he wanted, while the other ripped her thin top open with a sharp tear. Her bare breasts spilled free into the cool air. Jungkook pulled back just enough to stare down at them, groaning like a starving man.
“These tits… the ones I’ve jerked off to in every picture you sent. Finally mine to destroy.”
He shoved her onto the bed, crawling over her with predatory grace. His eyes never left hers as he latched onto one nipple with savage hunger. He sucked greedily, tongue flicking and swirling rapidly over the stiff peak, moaning deeply into her skin as if he were truly breastfeeding. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. His teeth grazed and bit down, leaving red marks that made her gasp. His tattooed hand mauled the other breast, pinching and twisting the nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers until she cried out.
“Jungkook… oh god…” Yn moaned, back arching, fingers threading into his hair. She loved every second, the intensity, the way his eyes flicked up to meet hers while he sucked, watching her reactions like he was addicted.
He switched sides, sucking even more violently on the second nipple. He pulled it deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, moaning louder as if trying to drink from her. His free hand slapped the first breast lightly, watching it jiggle before pinching the sore bud again. Yn’s hips bucked involuntarily; she was soaked already, loving how feral he was, how he claimed her exactly as promised.
Jungkook stripped them both fully naked in record time, his heavy, veiny cock springing free, rock hard, thick, and leaking precum down the shaft. He forced her legs wide apart, eyes locked on her dripping cunt. “Soaking wet for me already. This cunt and ass belong to me now.”
He buried his face between her thighs with feral intensity. Long, sloppy licks dragged from her swollen clit all the way down to her tight arsehole. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, tongue plunging deep inside her cunt while two thick fingers slammed in and out. Then he moved lower, his tongue pushing insistently into her rear hole, tasting and stretching her as he moaned against her skin. His eyes kept flicking up to hers, watching her face contort in pleasure.
Yn came violently within minutes, thighs clamping around his head as her juices flooded his face and tongue. She squirted messily, crying out his name, loving every filthy second of it.
He flipped her onto all fours without warning, spreading her arse cheeks wide. “You wanted anal, yeah?” he growled, voice rough. “Beg for it.”
“Please… fuck my ass, Jungkook. I need it,” she whimpered, pushing back against him desperately. She loved this, how real it felt, how he made her beg just like in the chats.
He lubed his massive cock generously and pressed the fat, leaking head against her puckered hole. Inch by agonising inch he sank in, stretching her burning ring wide open. The intense burn mixed with delicious fullness made her eyes roll back. When he bottomed out, balls-deep, he groaned gutturally, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before locking back onto hers over her shoulder.
“Jungkook… fuck!” Yn cried out, back arching deeply.
“Your arse is choking my cock so perfectly. So fucking tight and hot,” he rasped, staring into her eyes as he started thrusting,deep, relentless strokes that made her whole body jolt. One hand reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles, the other mauled her swinging tits, pinching and twisting her sore nipples. He leaned over her back, biting her shoulder hard as he pounded her. Yn shattered again, squirting around his fingers while her arse clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft, loving the overwhelming fullness and the way his eyes stayed on her the entire time.
Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching her hole flutter. He flipped her onto her back and straddled her chest, his cock still glistening with her ass juices, hovering over her face. “Open that smart mouth wide for me.”
Yn obeyed eagerly, eyes locked on his as he shoved deep down her throat. She gagged and drooled messily, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she loved it, the taste, the roughness, the way he fucked her face while staring into her eyes with pure possession. At the edge, he pulled out and erupted across her tits in thick, hot ropes of cum, painting her breasts and nipples white.
“Swallow what you can, baby,” he ordered, voice hoarse.
He scooped up his semen with two fingers and pushed them into her mouth. Yn licked them clean greedily, moaning at the salty taste, her eyes never leaving his. Then Jungkook lowered his head again, sucking his own cum off her nipples with filthy, wet sounds. He moaned loudly while doing it, grinding his still-hard cock against her thigh, eyes half-lidded in bliss.
“I’ve needed this so badly,” he rasped between greedy sucks, tongue flicking her cum-covered nipples. “Your brilliant mind. Your slutty holes. All of it. You’re mine now.”
He moved down and fucked her cunt next in deep missionary, pinning her legs over his shoulders so he could slam against her cervix with every thrust. He pounded so hard and deep she felt him in her stomach, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Jungkook watched her face the entire time, growling, “Look at me while I ruin this cunt.”
Then he flipped them, making her ride him reverse cowgirl. His hands spread her ass cheeks wide, thumbs teasing her freshly-fucked hole as he thrust up brutally. Yn bounced on his cock, loving the way he filled her, the slap of skin, the feral grunts he made.
Finally, he pulled her off, made her kneel between his legs, and fed her a second massive load straight onto her waiting tongue. “Swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”
Yn did exactly that, looking up at him with teary, satisfied eyes as she swallowed every thick spurt, licking her lips clean. She loved every filthy second of it, the claiming, the mess, the intensity.
Jungkook collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling her close into his arms. His cock was already twitching against her thigh, ready for another round. He kissed her deeply, tenderly this time, stroking her hair as they caught their breath.
“This isn’t fantasy anymore,” he murmured against her lips, eyes soft but still hungry. “You’re mine. I’m going to keep stretching every hole, sucking these tits dry, and feeding you my cum until you can’t think straight.”
Their chats never stopped after that night. They only grew filthier, now laced with vivid, detailed recaps of exactly how incredible it felt in the flesh,every thrust, every moan, every swallow. What started as online words had become an addiction they both craved in reality.
Tags/Warnings: smut, fluff, thigh grinding, switch!JK, switch!reader, established relationship, titty sucking (m/f receiving) IT'S OKAY, oral (f/m), blowjob, mutual obsession, back shots, smoking, LOTS OF LOVEEEE, they are just freaked out. slice of life, cute couple 🥹🥹
Enjoy!
There was always something so intimate about 1 a.m movie nights with your signifigant other. Your legs drappe over theirs, or even your head on their lap as you lean into their touch. A bag of chips laying on the coffee table opened and half-eaten.
Especially with Jungkook's busy schedule, getting nights like this wasn't often, he'd normally come home around this time and just want to go to bed. Jungkook always found way to still spend time together, that's what you loved about him.
You've always supported his dreams no matter what. His busy schedule never infuriated you. That's what Jungkook adored about you, you saw him as him, not "Jungkook of BTS."
Your both trying to spend as much time together as possible since Jungkook's leaving for tour soon. He's become extra clingy lately knowing he wont be able to see you for a couple months.
This is how it always is with his tours and schedule. I mean, he's in the biggest boyband worldwide, his company milks him and his members dry.
You'll do what you always do, stay at his place, wearing his t-shirts everyday, try to find a new hobby to keep yourself busy, binge kdramas and eat Buldak ramen everyday. The usual.
The clock hit's 2 a.m as Your both eating whats left of the potato chips. The movie is dying out, you've both watched this movie 5 times with each other. You had to fight him because of it. It's his favorite and he pulls out the, "Your gonna miss watching this with me when i'm gone." So of course he guilt-tripped you into watching it.
"Jungkook.."
"hm."
"Why are the chips being eaten so quickly."
"I don't know, we've been eating them." He says, carelessly. "Kook, I never trust my food around you, it's always gone by the time I get to my third bite." You sit up and grab the chip bag from him. He looks at the TV, playing it cool as you look inside the bag.
"Kook! There was only half left and I only got like 5 chips!" He puts his hands up, surrendering. "Baby you know not to trust me with food unsupervised." You roll your eyes playfully. The movie long forgotten as the credit start to roll. You get up to throw away the chips.
Jungkook playfully slaps your butt as you jump a little, swatting his shoulder.
When you come back, Jungkook stands up. "Wanna go lay in bed?" You nod as your exhausted yourself. You turn off the rest of the lights in the house as you follow him. He takes the decorative pillows off the bed and slides right in. You do the same.
He smoothly slides right behind you, placing his face in the crook of your neck as he places soft kisses. His hand drapped around your waist.
"Kook."
"hm?" he responds as he continues to place soft kisses on your neck and jawline. "What're you doing?"
"I'm going to miss you so much baby.." He admits, saying in between kisses. "I'll miss you to," You squeeze his hand thats on his waist. His lips start to gently suck on your neck causing you to softly whimper. "Kook..." you breath out.
You turn to face him, grabbing his face to land a kiss on his mouth, he deepens it. You can taste the smoke from his earlier smoke session with one of his members. You don't mind, your to lost in love to mind.
Jungkook slides his tongue into your mouth with ease causing you to whimper. Your hands go down to his biceps squeezing slightly as you sit up, guiding him with you. Your breath hitches as his hands snake around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck as he smiles into the kiss.
You can feel his growing erection touching your clothed pussy. You start to soflty grind against his bonder, Jungkook lets out a shuttered gasp, interupting the kiss.
Everytime Jungkook reacts to you pleasing him, it makes you want to do it even more. It makes you unstoppable. As you grind Jungkook helps steady the pace by guiding you with his hands on your waist.
It starts to feel so good you keep whimpering into the kiss, becoming a needy mess. "Mmm fuck I love you kook." You openly admit.
"Mm, I love you to baby." There it is. That nickname that he knows drives you crazy. But he doesn't stop doing it.
Your body let's in a uncomfortable warmth as your orgasm builds up, your stomach tying into a bunch of knots. Jungkooks boner gets so hard you know it hurts. You pick up the pace, chasing your orgasm as you let out a soft moan. You break up the kiss to lay your head on his shoulder, your body starting to feel overstimulated.
"There you go." Jungkook praises, it only Worsenes your situation.
You let out one more shattered gasp as you cum in your underwear, Jungkook thigh is soaked with your juices. You lay there on his chest catching your breath as you sit up.
You motion for him to lean back against the head board as you lay on your side next to him. You pull his boxers down letting his hard cock spring free. You spit in your hand and start to lightly stroke it, playing with the tip as your tongue latches onto his nipple.
Jungkooks hips buck up due to the sensations he softly whimpers as you keep sucking on his nipple.
You softly hum, quickening the pace as you stroke him, his red tip glistening with precum as you spread your saliva on his shaft. He leans his head back, his eyes closing as he groans.
His hips buck up again, you know he's close. He spreads his legs wider as you latch off of his nipple and lean down towards his cock, putting just the tip in your mouth as you swirl around it. Your hand giving him soft strokes as you continue to suck on the tip before taking him whole in your mouth.
Jungkook groans, you love those sounds he makes it only makes you wetter.
You can feel him about to cum, you always know because he will slightly squirm. You look up at him with batted eyes. He lets out one loud groan as he shoots spurts of white cum down your throat. You take him out of your mouth before you lick up the left overs on your mouth and his shaft.
Jungkook sits up and rolls you over, you land on your back and jungkook is quick to pull your thighs apart. He leans down and starts to plant soft kisses on your clothed folds before he takes your panties off and throws them somewhere in the room.
He gives you a couple licks before diving in, he starts to eat you out and giving you no mercy. Your hands instantly pull at his hair as your hips buck. Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you down.
Your eyes closed and brows furrowed as your cheeks start to blush. Your stomach knotting up from the sensations.
"Gonna cum already sweetheart?" He grins, his nose rubbing on your slick folds.
You nod frantically as you let out soft whimpers.
You feel your releasing coming so quickly, only Jungkook has this affect on you.
You let out one more shattered breath as you cum, your juices all over his mouth as he licks them all up. He wipes his mouth before leaning over you and kissing you deeply.
You can taste yourself on his tongue, you moan into the kiss. Jungkook places his knee on the bed to get closer as he aligns himself at your entrance.
He pushes in slowly while kissing you, one hand on his cock, the other next to your head. You moan into the kiss as you feel him take up all the space in your walls.
Jungkook curses under his breath. He starts to slowly move, giving you time to adjust. He breaks the kiss and grabs your thighs, putting them together and pushing them towards your chest.
He starts to speed up, your hands cover your face due to the pleasure Jungkook gives you. The sound of skin slapping fills the silent room, and the occasional groans that leave Jungkook's mouth. Your walls clench around his cock, making him loose all sense of control.
Jungkook releases your thighs as you push them to your chest to give him more room. He leans down and starts nibbling on your nipple. Your back arches as he grabs your right boob, kneading it softly.
He knows all of your senstive spots, your weaknesses, every way to make you fall apart.
"Kook...I'm gonn-"
"I know, I know baby."
You let out a whimpered cry as you chase your release. Jungkook quickens his pace, hitting the perfect spot to make you see stars.
Your release catches up to you as you clench around him. You back arched and brows furrowed as you release on his shaft. His release comes seconds and later as he spills your seed inside of you. You let out a broken sob as you lay there, spent. Jungkook gently pulls out and rubs your entrance.
Jungkook reaches for his boxers as he slips them on. He crawls on the bed and reaches for you as he leans against the headboard and pulls you against his chest, his arms drapped around you, tracing soft circles on your chest.
He grabs the controller and turns on the TV, the room only lit by his skylight and bedside lamp. The glow of the TV reflecting as he puts on your favorite show.
He leans over and grabs his cigeratte pack and lighter. He hands you one and waits for you to put it in your mouth before lighting it for you. You exhale the smoke and give him the next hit. Jungkook looks up as he makes a smoke ring.
"I still don't know how you can do that. Who taught you.?
He laughs as he hands you the cigeratte. He places soft kisses on your neck and shoulder as he traps you into his touch. You lean your head back on his shoulder as you exhale the smoke.
"I love you." Jungkook whispers softly in your ear as you reach to scratch his jaw lightly.
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jeon jungkook is a notorious lady pleaser with a weak spot for pretty girls with big vocabularies. so when he unexpectedly meets you, a journalism major who happens to be the prettiest girl he has ever seen, he terribly, miserably folds.
PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x journalist!reader
GENRE: college au, fluff, smut, angst
WC: 12.5k (for part 1)
WARNINGS/DETAILS: fem!reader, ie major!jk, secret identity reader, jk thinks she’s soo pretty :( forced proximity?, reader’s kinda selfish sometimes, jk’s so horny the entire time, jk briefly kisses another girl, very cheesy college vibes, jealousy, alcohol consumption, smut wise: titty sucking, he hits it from the back, cowgirl, fingering, big d jk always
NOTES: okay you see, i write everything with the entirety of my heart and soul but this one carries details that are a bit too special to me compared to anything i’ve shared with you before. of course it’s just another silly little fanfiction but i got a bit absorbed into the characters and world building. also it feels like i’ve been working on this for ages so i wanted to share it in two parts bcs i was gonna lose my mind if i didn’t post at least parts of it soon enough. i hope you guys feel and enjoy this the same way i did while writing <3
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There's a specific kind of loneliness that exists exclusively in university boys who project their fear of intimacy onto women and ruin their perceptions of love solely to keep their fragile egos away from slipping through their fingertips and breaking down like blades of glass.
Not because they're incapable of being loved. I'd say the situation is quite the opposite, actually. People like them are usually loved too loudly, too quickly. They become socially unavoidable before they become emotionally available— having mastered the art of making people feel personally seen while remaining uniquely difficult to access in return.
And maybe, that's where the actual problem begins.
Charm is easier to preform than vulnerability, attention is more addicting when you've never experienced a form of raw intimacy, and a real conversation probably feels worse than a pair of red, glossy lips.
Every generation repackages the same socially gifted boy with commitment issues and calls him different names, swearing this one is different than the last.
But surprise, it's not.
This year's version just happens to wear leather jackets and lip rings to nine a.m lectures while also somehow possessing actual analytical skills in addition to social ones— perhaps the most alarming thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he isn't a business major.
Because boys like Jeon Jungkook learn early that if they remain entertaining enough, nobody will notice how carefully they avoid stillness; as though silence might physically harm them. Does an engineering major make him interesting? Maybe. But does it fuel his hedonistic lifestyle? Not exactly.
The bass is thudding loud enough to make the kitchen cabinets tremble with every beat, pulsing through the frat house in uneven waves that settle through your body like a second heartbeat. Alcohol that's cheap enough to poison you on an empty stomach spills over sticky counter tops, and the room reeks with the smell of warm beer mixed with something disgustingly similar to your ex boyfriend's cologne— you're going to throw up.
But you don't. Because, well, you can't.
So you keep holding a cup of cranberry vodka in your hand despite accommodating a strong dislike for the drink, you keep your smile warm and flirty even though deeply missing the comfort of your bed and wanting nothing more than to rewatch Mamma Mia for the third time this month. And you keep bobbing your head along to the music even though you swear any house beat without proper lyrics would be enough to kill a fly.
You keep your chin high and your posture straight because you need this. You need something tangible. A reaction, anything capable of sitting inside your palm until you can carry it home and pour into words later. Because you've already wasted at least three hours of your precious friday night here and you are not leaving unless you find something worth pocketing.
Luckily for you, said Jeon Jungkook is standing at the center of it all.
His back is pressed against the kitchen counter as a girl keeps on kissing him as if the birth and death of her universe lies somewhere between his lips. Her fists are tangled in the collar of his leather jacket, tugging his body closer and closer into her smaller frame like distance is completely unnecessary, like she needs his body to melt and mold with hers to embody the entirety of proximity itself.
A familiar voice shouts his name from the living room, but Jungkook doesn't budge until someone else reaches over to steal the drink straight out of his hand, laughing into her mouth unapologetically.
He pulls away just enough to see whoever it is that's calling him, hands firming up on the girl's waist to stabilize himself. "Give me thirty seconds!" He shouts back casually.
The response is immediate. "You said that twenty minutes ago!"
"Then clearly I'm busy."
The girl in front of him rolls her eyes, hands loosening on his collar before dropping down to his chest. "You're an asshole."
"Mhm, you think?" He asks with a smirk playing on his lips, looking down at her.
"Do you ever take a break or is your case of over sexuality a medical condition?" Mingyu complains, drinking the beer he has just taken from Jungkook's hand as their shoulders bump into each other.
Jungkook finally pulls away fully, shifting closer to Mingyu. "You're obsessed with me."
Mingyu scoffs. "Unfortunate for Seoul's female population."
"Guys," Yugyeom interrupts, looking up from his phone with a sudden delight on his face, as if the light from his phone's screen has traveled and bloomed again behind his pupils. "Wave posted."
The reaction arrives in less than a second, because Wave had long stopped being just another anonymous campus blog sometime during sophomore year. It became something students enthusiastically refreshed during lectures, sent feverish screenshots to group chats at ungodly hours. Because everyone somehow grew to love Wave— until they became the subject of it.
Jungkook closes his eyes briefly, sparing a fraction of a second to recollect the exasperation in his heartbeat, inhaling slowly. "I swear if this psychopath wrote about me again—"
Yugyeom's grin widens. "Bad news, superstar."
"For fuck's sake." Jungkook mutters, snatching the phone away from Yugyeom's hand while Mingyu's laugh echos loudly from besides.
The familiar layout of wave flashes straight into his eyes, light blue and dreamy and so fucking pretty for a blog this cruel. Well, cruel would be an exaggeration, if you weren't Jeon Jungkook.
"Oh my god." Mingyu gasps. "Second paragraph is crazy."
"Crazy accurate." Jaehyun corrects, reaching over Jungkook's shoulder to keep reading.
"This person needs psychiatric help." He says flatly.
"Mhm." Jaehyun hums, taking a sip of his drink. "You say that because you secretly agree with everything."
Okay, you see, that's the problem with Wave.
The issue had never really been the concept itself, because Wave has always been undeniably good. Jungkook can survive a day or two of public embarrassment. God knows he has spent the last two years of university building an almost concerning amount of immunity to people's uncalled opinions. The problem is that whoever it is that's sitting behind that stupid light blue website is unsettlingly gifted at noticing things they absolutely shouldn't. The tiny, quiet things people lock somewhere safe beneath their hearts and reveal only when they trust someone with their lives.
It suffocates him sometimes, not that he'd ever say it like that.
"I'd rather die than agree with this hypocrite." He says instead.
Jaehyun nods dismissively. "Right."
The girl beside Jungkook leans over his shoulder, eyes laced with curiosity. "Wait, keep reading."
"Use your damn phone." He shuts her off immediately, handing the phone back to Yugyeom.
Yugyeom grabs his phone in one hand while he shakes Jungkook's shoulder dramatically with the other. "Did you do something to this writer we don't know of?"
"Why are you acting like i personally asked to be publicly humiliated?"
Mingyu shrugs. "Because you clearly enjoy it a little.
"I actually don't." Jungkook argues.
Majority of the people around him dissolve slowly, disappearing into the crowd to find their own group of friends to gossip on the article that just got posted, leaving Jungkook with his own group of friends who unfortunately do not make up the IQ of a normal person even when merged together.
"Hey," Jungkook says like he suddenly remembered something so crucial, angling his body towards Jaehyun. "Have you seen Mark?"
Jaehyun's brows pull together. "Thought he was coming later."
"He texted me like an hour ago."
"Your secret little rendezvous?" Yugyeom asks knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jungkook scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."
Mingyu gasps dramatically. "You're cheating on us with the music major?"
"None of you are funny." Jungkook says, shaking his head once before letting his gaze drift around the kitchen while Mingyu and Yugyeom start arguing about something else entirely.
Then he spots you.
Oh.
Jungkook knows you. Okay, he doesn't exactly know you, but he knows of you. Through Mark, through Yugyeom, through this and through that but never truly by heart.
You, with a face carefully designed by gods, standing there mindlessly as if you aren't the textbook definition of beauty itself. You, who'd without a doubt get his cock rock solid in mere seconds by rolling your eyes and laughing at how dumb he is. You, who'd pretend to not be fazed by him while very obviously blessing him with flirty smiles and inviting eyes.
You would be…mildly inconvenient for him.
"Why are you staring at her like that?" Jaehyun asks from besides him.
Jungkook tears his eyes away immediately. "You're seeing things."
Mingyu laughs loudly, chiming in a beat later. "You literally are."
"Shut up."
"You don't even know her like that." Yugyeom adds, grinning.
"I know enough."
Jaehyun lifts his brows accusingly. "That is?"
Jungkook opens his mouth, but closes it again in no time. Because somehow saying prettiest girl on campus who'd drop him to his knees by casually using words he has to mentally spell twice feels a little excessive for a girl he's never had a proper conversation with in his life.
"Mark's friends with her, right?" He asks instead.
Jaehyun nods slowly, a little suspicious. "Yeah."
"Cool." Jungkook replies. And before any of his friends can say another word, he's pushing himself away from the counter and walking towards you.
Mingyu gasps dramatically behind him. "Oh my god, he's approaching."
"Act natural!" Yugyeom shouts over the music.
Jungkook scoffs in exasperation, but he doesn't turn around, walking towards you as he flips them off by waving a hand behind.
You notice him coming over almost immediately. Because Jeon Jungkook isn't exactly one to go unnoticed by many, and that sadly seems to cover you too. There is something annoyingly conspicuous about him, visible even in places that are so crowded you lose your friend within the bare minute of getting there.
Maybe it's the broad shoulders, maybe it's the tattoos and the lip rings that usually wink at you before even he gets the chance to, or maybe it's the fact that everybody seems to orbit around him with a push and pull so heavy it feels like he's the center of gravity itself.
It's probably the shoulders.
Miyeon, your gorgeous best friend, notices him too as his steps get closer and closer to where you are standing. Her lips twitch knowingly around the rim of her cup. "Well," She murmurs into her drink. "This should be interesting."
Jungkook stops right in front of you before you can reply to your friend. "Hey." He greets easily. And annoyingly enough, his voice sounds exactly the way the rest of him looks.
You tilt your head slightly, half empty cup swaying between your fingers. "Hey yourself."
Jungkook blinks once before letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh, this is already going badly for me."
Miyeon snorts into her drink, but you quickly nudge her arm before she says something she shouldn't. "I'm looking for Mark." Jungkook continues, gaze shifting back towards you. "Have you seen him?"
"You're looking for Mark?" You repeat, cocking a brow.
And for some reason, Jungkook's smile widens. "We were supposed to meet."
The answer catches you a little off-guard. Not because Jungkook knowing Mark is strange. It's not, everybody knows Mark. But because there is something in the way he says it. He's saying it seriously, with intention. Like whatever they're meeting about actually matters to him and that's not something you can coherently place somewhere solid in your head.
"You sound committed to that." You say before you can stop yourself.
Jungkook squints his eyes. "I can commit to things."
You take a sip of your drink, taking your time with the action as your brows raise with something laced with accusation. "You sure?"
Jungkook's eyes widen just slightly as Miyeon turns away, trying to hide her laughter. But she cackles anyway. "That's crazy." He says, a loose grin forming on his face. "You know absolutely nothing about me."
"You don't exactly strike me as somebody mysterious."
"Yeah?" He breathes. "What do i strike you as?"
You roll your eyes, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. And whatever that happens in Jungkook's chest— it's deeply unfortunate.
This is exactly his type, horrifically so. Pretty has never been an issue for Jungkook, he has been surrounded with pretty all his life. Pretty and mean, on the other hand, is apparently where the problem in his pants begin.
But before either of you can continue, Jungkook's name is yelled from across the room. "There you are!" Mingyu shouts, throwing an arm around Jungkook's shoulders after he makes his way towards you. "Some girl is throwing up on Jaehyun's shoes because you disappeared."
Jungkook closes eyes briefly, inhaling a long breath. "See? What's commitment if not that?"
You laugh despite yourself, loud and real and so fucking pretty Jungkook thinks he might've forgotten how to breathe properly.
"I'll tell Mark you were looking for him." You say.
"Appreciate it." He says before stepping backward towards the kitchen, then pauses suddenly. "By the way," He starts, causing you to raise a brow. "You're prettier than your articles sound."
Your expression freezes for a beat, lips parted and head still tilted. A lazy smirk dances on Jungkook's features before disappearing back into the crowd behind Mingyu, leaving you standing there with your drink still halfway raised.
Miyeon slowly turns towards you. "What the fuck was that about?"
Your eyes linger on the hallway Jungkook disappeared into, gaze floating like you've just wandered into an ocean with no trace of the start and end. Because no, you don't have an idea on whatever the fuck that was either.
Your phone buzzes before your thoughts can swallow you up any further.
namjoon: still awake?
Your eyes flick between the small digital clock on the corner and the text in the middle of your screen before your fingers move over the keyboard.
you: i'm at yugyeom's party
namjoon: you posted during a frat party?
You roll your eyes even though he can't see you, though you're sure he feels it behind the screen.
you: it was queued
namjoon: ah
namjoon: coffee at mine?
namjoon: you can sleep over
You lift your head at something Miyeon says, nodding your head without really listening to what she's talking about. You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, weighting your options before deciding to give in.
you: wow, the honor
you: on my way
The city feels different after midnight.
Maybe not quieter, because noise never really dies down on friday nights. People like to laugh, dance, live. Because modern time doesn't really allow love anymore. Because people spare friday nights for themselves and keep it tucked somewhere they know it belongs. Because people yearn to belong and time doesn't like to stretch and bend around desire. It just moves.
The city feels softer, as if somebody reached over and mellowed the space so that everyone could find a place for themselves. At least, that's exactly the way you feel when your uber drops you off outside of Namjoon's apartment building twenty minutes after you leave Yugyeom's place. The clock is ticking past two in the morning, and by the time you make your way upstairs, your feet are aching and your social battery has officially ran out.
When the door opens, Namjoon greets you with that same old warmth you've had memorized for nearly four years— almost the entirety of your college years. He gives you a hug before disappearing back into the hallway, informing you of how the coffee is almost done.
His place is dim except for the kitchen, where a warm light spills in and drapes over the entire apartment in a yellow hue. It always smells the same here. Not in a weird way, not at all. Just very…specific. It smells like books that have already been read at least twice and expensive coffee beans that are too niche for you to have any understanding of— because to the normal person, they all just taste the same.
Definitely not to Namjoon.
You slip your heels off by the door, following him into the kitchen after dropping your purse somewhere on the couch. "Do you want to lose all the sleep left in your system?" You ask, gaze dragging over the empty coffee mugs on the counter.
Namjoon stands in the kitchen with his back turned to you, dressed comfortably in some gray sweatpants and a dark colored hoodie. His glasses sit low on his nose, hair falling onto his forehead in messy strands. "I'm writing something." He says, a soft smile forming on his face as he pours in the hot liquid carefully. "How was the party?"
You climb onto the counter, plopping your body onto the marble as your legs dangle above the height. You unashamedly stare at him for a moment, taking in the sweats and the glasses and the fact that he somehow still looks put together despite the hour. Because Namjoon looks a little unfair like this— annoyingly intelligent and completely at home.
"It was loud."
Namjoon hums, handing you the mug. "The alcohol was terrible, i spent the whole night trying to keep Miyeon away from Yugyeom, and someone cried in the bathroom after throwing up on the floor."
"Sounds typical to me."
You take a sip of the coffee, then groan immediately because it's still too hot to drink, before setting it down with exaggerated annoyance dancing on your face. You trail behind him into the living room, pulling your legs beneath yourself as you sink into the couch while he settles right next to you with his laptop balanced over one knee.
"You're actually writing." You say, eyeing him over the rim of your mug.
"I told you." Namjoon says, giving you a brief glance before he turns his attention back onto the screen.
Your eyes absentmindedly drift towards the screen of his laptop, floating over the margins that are filled with notes, sections that are highlighted, pages filled with comments and edits that are all very Namjoon. And for a second, for the entirety of a thousand milliseconds that feel way longer than it actually is, your own laptop sitting abandoned inside the void of your apartment suddenly feels eccentrically heavier.
"My advisor hates me."
Namjoon doesn't look up. "Did he say that?"
You sink lower into the couch, sipping your coffee slowly without forgetting to blow onto it. You can not burn your mouth again, not a chance. "No, but he looked disappointed."
Namjoon sighs. "I know it sucks and you want to strangle him to the depths of death, but he just has high expectations from you."
You groan dramatically. "It's so annoying."
Namjoon hums, nodding along as his eyes scan through the screen. "How's the thesis going?"
That's when you gift him the pleasure of absolute silence. Because unfortunately, deeply unfortunately, somewhere along the way, your thesis and Wave started bleeding a little too much into each other and now everything feels way too personal and disgustingly intimate.
Not entirely, of course. Wave is still just a tool for you to learn and observe without tracing everything back to yourself. But lately, it has started to feel a little less objective and a little more on the edge.
You didn't lose the hang of it, not really. You're still the same girl writing with the same devotion for the same purpose. Just…there has been small slips here and there, noticeable only to people who know you well enough to search for them.
You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. "It's progressing."
Namjoon's eyes drift towards you, and your gaze lifts until it catches his own in the air. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask when he stares at you for a second too long.
"You don't sound too truthful."
You scoff, then roll your eyes before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it in his face. But being the man he is, Namjoon catches it without looking. Damn him.
"You write about Jungkook a lot." He says suddenly.
You shrug. "He's easy material."
"You've written about him four times by now."
You pause, squinting your eyes as every piece of writing you've ever published in the last two years flashes through your eyes. Because there is no fucking way you've written about that tattooed excuse of sex on legs for four entire times. "Four?"
"Four." He repeats.
You drop your shoulders in defeat. "You're very unlikeable tonight."
"I'm just providing you with my opinions." He says, typing while speaking. "You can't ask for help if you aren't going to take my advice."
You pull your knees closer against your chest. "I don't ask for your opinions."
"You called me crying over an econ elective last year."
You sit up immediately, placing the mug onto the coffee table. "Okay, first of all, it wasn't entirely like that—"
"I distinctly remember you saying, and i quote, what do i do now, Joon, my future is over." He states dramatically, voice disgustingly sweet and high pitched as he mocks you.
You stare at him, frozen and absolutely horrified. "I was vulnerable."
Namjoon hums, and you let yourself fall backwards dramatically against the couch cushions, throwing an arm over your face as if that's enough to physically protect yourself from embarrassment and humiliation.
It doesn't, of course. Because nothing ever really preserves you from embarrassment when it's Kim Namjoon you're talking about.
A comfortable silence settles into the living room, allowing you drown yourself inside the small indicators of life around you. You can hear his keyboard clicking softly as he keeps working on something you have no idea about, the occasional scratch of the ceramic mug against the wood table, the faint jazz pieces playing from the speakers hidden somewhere further inside the apartment. And just as you were about to part your lips and make a comment on how his furniture is so outdated, he beats you to it.
"Oh."
Your arm slowly lowers from your face, eyes squinting and peaking above it. "What?"
"Are you still helping Mark with that project?"
Oh yourself.
Everything in you physically stills, slowly and painfully, like dread is begging to be felt properly until your bones ache and sizzle with the weight of it. Because you— catastrophically, miserably, terribly; had forgotten all about it. Not in a small, oops, i should probably text him back way either. No, you had forgotten in a way that bordered on a severe case of friendship betrayal and negligence.
You close your eyes, inhaling a long breath. "Hypothetically speaking…"
You did, and of course he notices. Because if Kim Namjoon has spent four years studying journalism, he has spent six studying you.
Namjoon had become one of those people that had entered your life quietly yet stayed just as loudly, making himself impossible to imagine a life without in absolutely no time. Just like wine or Wave or the concerning amount of mediocre sex you've been having since your last boyfriend.
You had met him during the first few weeks of your freshman year when he was already a junior and head editor of the university journal. Back then, he existed in your head less as a person and more as a terrifying academic urban legend you'd never admit looking up to. But you didn't have to admit it out loud, because even the older students spoke about him with an obnoxious amount of respect.
You hated him.
But obviously, that didn't last long. As you kept sharing nights filled with stories, words and worlds no one knew existed besides the two of you, he started to matter. He'd remembered your exam dates, bought you coffee during finals, edited your essays at three in the morning. He'd answer your phone calls involving emotional breakdowns over electives and boys and broken sink pipes, then solve whatever crisis you were having in little to no time.
So naturally, somewhere along the way, your editor had turned into an older brother and became annoyingly good at reading you— so much that you're sure he keeps a version of you that's all bare and vulnerable somewhere hidden in his furthest drawers.
Because he knows you. Good enough to notice the tiny moments where Wave feels a little too personal. To notice the way that sometimes, your thesis blurs into the rest of your life and you get caught up in the gravity of it all, so much that the project you'd promised to help with weeks ago somehow slips away from your mind despite Mark being one of your dearest friends.
Because Namjoon doesn't forget, and Mark will definitely kill you if you don't show up at his studio with breakfast and two cups coffee by tomorrow morning.
Musicians who are brave enough to lay their souls open between rhymes and harmonies have always felt intimate.
Music is vulnerable, always has been. Everyone knows that. But there is something utterly naked and personal beyond the in reach vulnerability of it all.
It's the little things.
The version of them that existed on a random Tuesday in October, the argument they never really recovered from yet still shaped them into whoever they are today. The person they almost loved, the one they did love…They leave pieces of themselves behind between late nights and early mornings, and it never matters whether it's accidental or not. Because everything they touch transitions into something that carries their traces and that's enough to feel their souls on top of your own.
And, i think, that truly sums up Mark Lee as a person.
Because Mark has always felt like someone composed of the little things. He'd attach songs to memories you won't realize matters until months later, respond to texts even if it wakes him up from his sweetest dreams. He'd turn feelings into poems and records then archive them in anything that's permanent.
In college, people tend to think popularity belongs to the loudest person in the room. But despite being loved through the depths of the ocean until the very end of Milky Way, Mark Lee has never really been loud.
Just unforgettable.
Three days later, you find yourself standing outside of Mark's studio with two iced coffees in one hand and a kind of resentment that's loud yet entirely unserious in the other. Because Mark has spent the last forty eight hours guilt tripping you through frantic phone calls and dramatic text messages. And you, for some reason, can not for the life of you bring yourself accept the fact that you've forgotten your promise and properly apologize.
At least you got the coffees.
You push the studio door open without knocking, because Mark has never once respected your privacy and therefore doesn't exactly deserve it in return. As the door falls unleashed and sunlight spills until it drapes over you in a golden glow, there are a few things you expect. A Justin Bieber song Justin Bieber himself has probably forgotten about, unfinished coffees and half empty beer bottles scattered around the room, maybe even his ex girlfriend lounging somewhere in the corner because you're almost entirely certain Mark would slip straight back into her heart if she ever left it even slightly open.
But Jeon Jungkook is not one of them.
He's sitting besides the mixing desk, leaned back comfortably in his chair wearing a black hoodie with headphones hanging around his neck, one leg bouncing lazily beneath the table while he scrolls through something on his phone.
He looks up from the screen when the weight of your presence becomes impossible to ignore. He blinks once, twice, then smiles.
Shit, he has dimples.
"Well," Jungkook says slowly, leaning back further into the chair as he drags his eyes over you. "This just got better than i expected."
Your reply comes immediately. "No."
Jungkook blinks, eyes widening just slightly. "I…didn't even say anything."
"You thought of it."
He cocks a brow. "Thought of what?"
You roll your eyes, dropping your purse onto the table before leaning your hip against it. "You know what." You say, and he silently stares at you for a second longer before the corner of his mouth starts twitching.
This doesn't make sense. Not at all.
Because certain people feel attached to certain places long before they step into them. Mark belongs in studios and beneath the stars and somewhere right in the middle of your heart. Namjoon belongs beneath the warmth of yellow kitchen lights and homes that silence everything else until it's quieter than the rest of the world. Miyeon belongs anywhere between flowers and pretty cafes that somehow never match up to her beauty.
And Jungkook…Jungkook belongs beneath flashing lights that paint his features in colors that would look good on nobody but him. He belongs in crowded spaces and with girls who lean in a little too close whenever he speaks. He belongs anywhere loud and alive.
Just not here. Because music feels too intimate for him somehow.
"You know." He says after a moment, still smiling. "I thought there was a chance i imagined you."
You let out a low chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest after placing the coffees onto the table. "That's a little dramatic."
"I'm being dead serious."
"Well, you approached me." You say, tilting your head slightly, letting your eyes drift over him before they return back to his face. "And you don't seem to have that strong of an imagination."
"You're mean."
You groan playfully, leaning your hip against the armrest of his chair. "That's so not true."
A small smirk plays out on his lips. "Good thing i like my girls with a little attitude."
Pardon? Your girls?
"You're being very brave today."
Jungkook stares at you for a second, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in a way that's not rude, just playful enough to carry traces of something cocky beneath it. He lets the silence melt and sit right in the middle of your bodies for a beat too long, then speaks.
"You're flirting with me right now."
Your head snaps towards him immediately, and you almost choke on your own saliva. Not because you're shocked. How can you be when he has built a whole persona on candied words and pretty girls and an ego that's definitely bigger than what's between his legs. It's because he says it so easily, and you hate that.
So no, absolutely not. You, flirting with Jungkook? No way in hell.
You narrow your eyes. "No, I'm not."
"Mhm." He hums, swinging left and right in his seat with a growing grin on his face.
Okay, no. That's enough. You're not doing this any longer. You don't want Jeon fucking Jungkook to think he has a chance at having you naked and open and wide on his stupid iron man mattress. You don't want to demonstrate the size of his cock with your hands when Miyeon asks on girls night, and you most definitely don't want Mark walking in on you bickering like two horny teenagers with the self control of fucking rabbits in heat.
So you change the subject.
"You sing?" Brilliant.
And peculiarly, his smile softens a little at your question. Not drastically, not enough for the entire room to shift and bend around him until it's his breath only you're drowning inside. But it's enough. Enough for you to notice the way something gentler briefly peeks through before hiding again. And you, for some reason, find yourself reaching over and folding it carefully to hide somewhere safe amongst all the other precious details people accidentally leave behind. Somewhere only you carry the map of and know how to find again.
Jungkook glances up. "Sometimes."
Sometimes.
It's funny how he says it, like it matters too much that his tongue can not carry the weight of it, so he just shrugs it off like it's anything. Sometimes, he says. As if Mark would ever involve someone who does it just whenever. As if Mark would ever reach for something that's sitting right in middle of his soul and hand out a piece of it to just anyone.
"You look judgemental." He adds.
You shrug. "I'm just surprised."
Jungkook's eyebrows lift at your answer, like he knows there is another thought sitting beneath it, quietly waiting for the permission to exit. But before he can get the chance to ask about it further, the studio door suddenly swings open.
Mark walks into the room with an amount of rush that should be concerning for this time of the morning. His hair is messy, bag is tucked beneath his arm and an iced americano is trying to balance clumsily between his fingers as he tries finding a place to squeeze himself in.
"Okay, first of all. Traffic should be considered the worse case of masochism the human kind has done to itself." Mark rambles, barely waiting for the door to close behind him before speaking, words tumbling out of his mouth in consecutive complaints.
"And you," He kicks the door shut with his foot before continuing, pointing a finger at you. "After forty eight hours of emotional neglect, show up with iced lattes? I don't drink lattes. That's for pussies who don't understand coffee."
You roll your eyes. "I do something nice and you still complain."
"You completely forgot me and brought coffee out of guilt."
You pause, looking down at the table before speaking again. "It's still coffee."
Jungkook laughs quietly besides you before Mark cuts in again. "Okay, so basically," He breathes, gesturing around the room. "This is my senior project, the one I told you about three weeks ago and you forgot because you apparently don't care about me anymore. It's a short film of my album with a narrative concept." He turns to Jungkook. "He's singing."
Your eyes drift around in silence, taking in the headphones and the sheets filled with lyrics and the fucking sometimes he threw at you as if it meant nothing.
"And you," Mark angles his body towards you. "Are helping with the writing."
"Mark," You argue, because what can you possibly be writing? Music? You don't do music. You write people, you write anything between stories and analysis but not music.
"Don't Mark me right now. You agreed to this weeks ago." He says as he rolls his eyes, chugging down his coffee. "The story. You're writing the narrative and the emotional structure, obviously."
Oh. Right.
Because of course Mark wouldn't just make music. No, he has always been incapable of touching one art form without dragging five others to it. Because Mark Lee is a man of passion and he won't do anything without making it entirely his.
"Apparently you said music without context feels lonely to Yoongi's trap arrangement last week." Jungkook says without really looking at you, swinging mindlessly in his chair.
Your head snaps towards him. "How do you know that?"
Jungkook blinks once, like he hadn't expected to say that out loud yet did anyway. His eyes flicker between you and Mark before he collects himself back together and shrugs casually. "Mark talks about you."
That's…annoyingly sweet of him.
"You talk about me?" You coo with a voice disgustingly candied, head tilted as you reach for Mark's arm.
"Oh my god." Mark groans dramatically, but he doesn't pull his arm away. "No, because Jungkook, don't let her fool you. She acts all nice and sweet then suddenly you're buying her food and driving her to places."
You open your mouth immediately, ready to defend yourself. You turn towards Jungkook, response already on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spilled— only to stop.
Because Jungkook is already looking at you. Not in a weird way, not in the way boys usually look at pretty girls when they think nobody is noticing. Just…gentle. His smile is still there, only now it has grown and molded into something smaller. The kind that doesn't really ask for attention, the kind that simply stays there because it wants to. His eyes feel softer too, like's he's really listening, sitting through the spaces of your presence until he feels it permanently engraved into his mind.
It feels a little precarious.
And perhaps the most annoying thing about Jungkook is that the disappointment never really arrives.
Because eventually, the conversation shifts and folds itself until time starts passing in a kind of haziness where it melts into something thinner. Mark disappears into one of his passionate spirals regarding symbolism and the basics of music theory and you somehow find a way to contribute just as passionately despite not exactly having the qualifications to do so.
That's normal. That doesn't surprise you, it has happened enough times to not be the slightest of a deal. But Jungkook, Jungkook surprises you.
Maybe not dramatically, maybe not in ways worth writing Wave articles about. It's the little things, tiny things that somehow fill in the entire space and make their way into the dearest corners of your heart.
Like how he listens with his entire body, the way he turns towards whoever it is that's speaking and stays there, like he genuinely thinks people deserve to be heard all the way through. The way he never interrupts Mark despite the fact that Mark tends to over explain things as if he himself personally invented art and human emotion. The way he nods along quietly, asks questions at exactly the right moments without ever interjecting anyone and reaches over to hand you your drink when you start looking for it.
And somewhere in the middle of the complexity of it all, Jungkook sings.
Mark points towards the recording booth in the middle of his nth rant today, and Jungkook pushes himself up from the couch besides you with a small sigh before disappearing behind the glass doors of the booth. And for some reason, your eyes follow him through each passing second, because simply standing behind a microphone with overhead headphones should not look this different on somebody.
Because suddenly, he's stripped out of everything you've subconsciously built for him. And for some stupid, sick, twisted reason, Jungkook looks ridiculously hot like this.
He adjusts the headphones over his ears before leaning towards the microphone slightly, eyes lowering as Mark presses something on the screen.
His voice happens a beat of two after the music starts, and it happens big. Like waves crashing into rocks, like starts falling down the sky, like spring melting into summer and summer clashing against fall.
It's stupid.
He's not bad, god, you wish he was bad. No, not at all. Because Jungkook sings exactly the way the listens. Softly, fully, like he throws himself into it before realizing he's doing it. Like somewhere in the middle of every rhyme and every note and every breath, there are pieces of him patiently waiting to be discovered.
You understand why Mark chose him.
Jungkook drops beside you onto the couch with a tired groan after Mark decides he's poured enough of his soul for today, and you find your eyes grazing over him as he scrolls through something on his phone.
"You're staring." Jungkook says, not even looking up from his phone.
You blink. Fuck. "Excuse me?"
He hums, lips twitching beyond his control. "Mhm."
You angle your body a little more towards him. "I literally wasn't."
He nods, still not looking at you, but he's still smiling.
You stare at his profile for a little longer as Mark works over the keyboard in silence, then find the words escaping your mouth before you can hold them in. "You sound different when you sing." You say quietly.
Jungkook stills a little. Just a tiny, little falter that happens in his body. His eyes lift slowly from the screen, then catch yours before speaking. "Different?" He asks.
You shrug immediately, trying to fold the conversation into something drastically more casual. "Just less annoying."
You roll your eyes immediately. "Don't let it get to your head."
"You know," He says after letting a beat pass, and you turn your head back towards him. "You say very mean things for someone who can't seem to stop staring."
Your brows lift in offense. "I do not stare."
He blinks. "You do."
You scoff. "You're delusional."
Jungkook hums softly. "Earlier, when Mark was talking—"
You don't let him speak. At least, you try. "No."
"And then when i was recording—"
"Jeon."
He's fully smiling now, like he's getting the most ridiculous amount enjoyment he possibly can get from this. You stare at him in silence, lips parted and expression faltered. Jungkook stares right back at you, that stupid smile never really leaving from his lips. And for some sick and twisted reason, your stomach does a tiny little flip that irritates you through the entirety of your skin and bones.
Then, as if god has finally acknowledged the depths of your suffering, Mark cuts in exactly at the right time. "Oh my god." He gasps.
Jungkook blinks from next to you, gaze drifting onto him. "What?"
Mark doesn't respond for a moment, and that's deeply concerning for a man who'd speak even at the verge of death.
You slowly sit up. "Mark?"
His frozen state continues for a beat longer before he suddenly springs up from his chair. "No no no."
"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks as his brows pull together, leaning onto his knees.
"I," Mark starts, looking down at his feet before he slowly, dreadfully searches for your eyes. "I'm late."
Jungkook scrunches his nose. "You're late for what?"
Your eyes widen when the realization slowly stretches then breaks through you. "Oh my god." You breathe dramatically.
"Stop saying oh my god!" Jungkook snaps, thoroughly lost.
Mark closes his eyes, taking in a long, guilty breath. "I'm supposed to be meeting up with Yerin."
Jungkook's phone falls onto the couch. "You're meeting your ex?"
"You're late to meeting your ex." You correct. "And you're wearing that?"
Mark looks down, eyes taking in the gray sweatpants and the black hoodie he has worn so much it's practically another color now. "Oh my god."
He quickly gathers up his belongings, then slings his bag over his shoulder before making his way to the door. He's able to take approximately three steps before he suddenly stops, and slowly, very slowly, turns to you.
"Can i take your car?"
You blink a few times before responding. "Absolutely not."
"Please," He begs, bending above his knees with impatience. "Please, I'll do anything. Imagine if she thinks i stood her up. She's going to leave me for good this time and I'll be left to crumble and die in my own sorrow."
After two or five separate sequences of long inhales and deep consideration, you give in. "If you scratch it, I'll kill you."
He runs over to you fast. "Thank you, thank you. Oh my god, i love you."
"Okay, okay. Stop." Before you even get the chance to return his hug, he's already grabbing your keys and shoving it into his bag. Jungkook stares from besides you silently until the very last second of Mark's departure, then bursts into laughter the moment the door closes shut.
"Stop."
"I'm trying." Jungkook says between fractions of laughter.
You sigh. "No you're not."
"I'm literally trying my hardest."
Liar.
Because now, he's laughing properly and somehow it's the prettiest thing you've heard all week, minus his singing— which is a whole another problem of its own— and you feel yourself physically falter at the sound of it.
You stare at him for a minute longer before eventually drifting your eyes towards the studio doors instead. It's irritating how you're now painfully aware of everything else all over again. Spring air brushing softly against your skin through the window, the distant sound of laughter and conversation somewhere across campus, the way Jungkook is seated close enough that if you shift half an inch closer your shoulders would probably brush.
"So," Jungkook has finally, and thankfully, stopped laughing. Though the smile is still sitting there loosely. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, swinging them around his finger. "Guess I'm driving you home."
You were about to mindlessly give into defeat when suddenly, you remember one, tiny little detail.
Jungkook doesn't have a car.
You breathe slowly. "You ride that stupid motorcycle."
His brows lift immediately. "That stupid motorcycle?"
Your lips part, then close again when he cuts you off, lips twitching cockily. "You remember."
You scoff loudly. "You spent like twenty minutes talking about it."
"Mhm."
"And your personality is unfortunately very loud."
"Mhm." He hums, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his jeans as he mindlessly collects his things. "You remember." He repeats with a growing grin.
"Stop saying that." You complain, following him behind through the door.
And ten minutes later, you hate yourself.
Genuinely.
Because now, you're standing outside beneath spring air and bright streetlights while Jungkook straddles his motorcycle like this isn't singlehandedly the worst thing that has ever happened to you.
Because suddenly you're surrounded by things you've never considered before. Like leather jackets and silver rings and tattooed biceps you want to suffocate and die inside.
You don't tell him that, of course.
He glances at you over his shoulder before slipping on his helmet. "You coming?"
There is a moment where he is met with a complete, utter silence. Because, first of all, you've never been on a motorcycle before. And second of all, there is a very physical, very obvious problem with motorcycles.
Where the fuck are your hands supposed to go?
Jungkook watches the way something between conflict and irritation flashes across your features, expression faltering slowly. He pauses along with you, then smiles knowingly. "You've never been on one."
And the way he says it is absolutely stupid. Because he doesn't ask, it's not a question. He has somehow read you devastatingly well and has made a statement about it. One that is entirely correct.
"I have not."
"And you're scared."
Excuse you?
You blink. "Scared?"
Jungkook says nothing, then places both of his legs on the sides of the vehicle as he patiently waits for you. You stare at him for long enough, then with the amount of dignity one can preserve in situations involving pussy clenching tattoos and massive biceps, you walk over.
"Need help?" Jungkook asks as you struggle deciding how to position yourself.
You shake your head immediately. "No."
Lies.
Because an entire thirty seconds later, you're still trying to figure out how people get on these things without publicly humiliating themselves.
"You know," He starts carefully, voice softer now." "I can help."
You look up slowly. "How?"
"Come here."
Your eyebrows pull together. "What kind of instruction is that?"
He sighs softly, calling your name. And for some stupid reason, the way your name rolls and falls out of his mouth does something irritating to your nervous system.
You hate that.
Because suddenly, the air feels warmer than it did thirty minutes ago. Because suddenly, he is patiently looking at you with those pretty brown eyes of his and the space between you feels so small that the lack of distance physically blows your breath away.
He holds a hand out towards you. "Come here." He repeats.
You stare at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand. And for reasons you will absolutely be denying later, you place your hand in his.
Jungkook's fingers close around yours immediately. Warm, firm and unreasonably effortless, as if he doesn't even think about the action twice.
He gently guides you forward and suddenly you're standing between his arms for one devastating second too long as he explains something about where to place your foot and how to balance and honestly—
Honestly, you don't hear a single fucking word.
Because Jungkook is standing too close. Because his voice is low and his presence is warm. Because somewhere above you, he quietly lets out that sweet laugh again and you think that's the exact moment you realize this might be becoming a bigger problem than you ever thought.
"You listening?" He asks.
No, you're not. Not even a little.
Some men are just plain irritating.
The kind of men who make you think you're special after two dates. The kind of men who act as if their love and desire for you is past the lethal dose, long sitting far away from what's acceptable after taking you out for one drink.
They start remembering your birthday, then your coffee order, and then the stories you tell absentmindedly. They pay attention in all the ways that matter until suddenly, they don't.
They start disappearing slowly. Late responses transition into cancelled dates and cancelled dates drag over white lies and empty promises. And before you know it— they're gone.
Some people become memories and some people insist on staying as habits. Unfortunately for Kim Yugyeom, habits are significantly harder to quit.
Campus looks a little prettier at night, with string lights tangled carelessly around trees to soften the sharp corners of concrete sidewalks and buildings that usually look painfully monotone and disgustingly gray beneath daylight. Music that's floating around blends into laughter and conversations until everything feels like it's dipped into something warmer, casting the green scenery in a dimly golden hue.
People become prettier at night too. Like darkness reaches over to soften and hide all the sharp edges daylight stubbornly insists on exposing. You think it has something to do with poor lighting and the desire to dress each other up in a way that's aligned with our own fucked up fantasies, but that doesn't change the fact that you'd much rather time stops at nine in the evening instead of morning.
Miyeon walks beside you with a cup of vodka and something fruity in her hand, complaining passionately about one of her professors as if he has something personal against her and is failing her out of spite. When, in reality, she has been way too caught up in toxic ex boyfriend drama and seasonal depression.
Anyone who says spring depression is not real is lying. Because your best friend has been going through one for the entirety of march and april and may and you're not sure if it'll pass by july.
But it's fine. You love her and Mark loves her and you're sure she will be fine. Yeah, maybe Yugyeom is six feet tall with a face carefully structured by the higher powers above us. But he's utterly stupid and completely undeserving of the crazy stupid love provided by your gorgeous best friend.
"No because explain to me why participation counts in my grade." Miyeon complains beside you, taking another sip of her drink as if she has the attendance and exam results to cover up the mess caused by her miserable participation grade.
You blink. "Because participating matters?"
Miyeon stops walking like you've offended her beyond all measure, then turns to you very slowly. "The institution has corrupted you."
You let out a laugh immediately, shoulder bumping against hers as the crowd thickens around you. "Maybe your GPA is a little important and passing isn't always enough." You add with a playful smile.
"You've changed."
"Okay." You drag out the word until she physically can not hear anything after the o.
"Namjoon did this to you. You were fun and sexy until junior year and now you're a disgusting hard copy of that man."
You scoff. "Leave Namjoon out of this."
Instead of responding to you, Miyeon narrows her eyes through the crowd before you can properly defend both yourself and Namjoon's imaginary honor. Your eyes follow her line of sight without thinking too much of it, and you still just a second after Miyeon does.
Because standing near one of the food trucks with drinks sat carelessly in their hands are Mingyu and Jaehyun. But that's not the point, Mingyu and Jaehyun are fine, you've actually shared that infamous econ elective with Jaehyun during junior year and he surprisingly turned out to be sweet and worth a couple hours of your precious time.
Jungkook, on the other hand, is not ideal. But not ideal is also fine, you can bear with non ideal to an extent. What's thoroughly, completely, utterly impossible, is Yugyeom.
God truly does not love you.
Miyeon physically freezes besides you. And, I repeat, she doesn't subtly falter. She stills.
Then, Jungkook looks up at exactly the wrong moment, finding your eyes and catching them in air before anyone else gets the chance to steal them away. His eyebrows lift slightly in amusement before a smile slowly spreads across his face, and it feels a little concerning the way he does it. Because Jungkook smiles like he means it. Like the smile happens to him before he can realize and reconsider.
His line of sight is followed before any of you can do anything about it. It starts with Mingyu, then Jaehyun. Which is fine, because we've already established that Mingyu and Jaehyun are harmless.
But Yugyeom? Not even close.
"Oh no." Mingyu says the moment he spots you. And honestly? Very fair reaction.
Because unfortunately, Kim Yugyeom has always had an exceptional talent for creating versions of Miyeon you hate.
Jaehyun lifts his drink awkwardly. "Hi?" Very brave of him. Very brave.
Miyeon smiles immediately, too animated and too polite, before you can even think of interfering and softening the impact of it all.
"Hi Jaehyun." She says, tone too normal despite the situation.
"Miyeon," Yugyeom greets, voice casual and light like her name belongs naturally inside his mouth. Fucking hypocrite.
"You cut your hair."
No.
No, you're not doing this right now. Absolutely not. Because, okay, first of all, what kind of thing is that to say to your ex girlfriend of two whole years? And the worse part of it all? Miyeon cut her hair three months ago. Three, entire, months.
Yugyeom blinks one whole minute after the words leave his mouth when no one responds to him, like the sentence leaves his mouth and arrives back to him sixty seconds later. But it's already late for realization. Too fucking late.
A long silence passes, and you feel it physically sizzle and slice right through the surface of your skin. "Right." Miyeon mutters a beat later, and you close your eyes with a long, suffering inhale.
Somewhere in the middle of the discomfort settling over everybody like a layer of second skin, you catch movement from the corner of your eye as if the situation isn't terrible enough.
Jungkook, of course, is already looking at you. Because he seems to have made it into a habit.
Miyeon laughs beside you. "Three months, by the way."
Yugyeom falters. "What?"
"My hair," She starts, letting her eyes drag over him. "I cut it three months ago."
It's a little funny now. You know, the entirety of the situation. You do everything in your power to not stare at the two of them, gaze drifting around your surroundings instead. And it turns out that you, as of right now, are not the smartest person in the room. Because across from you, Mingyu suddenly becomes deeply interested in the swirl of his drink, and Jaehyun seems to be counting the birds in the sky. Jungkook? That, you don't know. Because you're sure he's still looking at you and that's the second thing your eyes are trying to avoid.
"Right." Yugyeom says again, like saying right enough times might eventually make the situation right, even though it won't. Because none of you are stupid— well, except for Yugyeom himself, it seems.
Then, Mingyu suddenly claps his hands once, and the sound echoes so much louder than he intended it to. "Okay!" He exclaims with an amount of enthusiasm that should genuinely award him an Emmy. "Amazing! Love this energy. It's so deeply casual."
Miyeon laughs again, a little softer than the one she let escape minutes ago. It's not enough to bounce and spill and take over the atmosphere the way it usually does. But for now, it's enough to let you breathe.
"Sorry," She says through another laugh, shaking her head. "No because, you're unbelievable."
Yugyeom squints. "What did i even do?"
You scoff. Obviously, that's not surprising. Kim Yugyeom deserves a hundred more of those. But Mingyu and Jaehyun scoff along with you. And, oh, Jungkook too.
Maybe society has hope after all.
That's when you stop keeping up with their conversation, because their steps slowly get closer and closer to each other and farther and farther away from you until the volume of their voices lower down enough and exist only for the two of them.
Not that you're complaining. Not at all. You're thoroughly relieved and you do not want to hear another word of this pointless conversation.
Mingyu leans over and lowers his height next to you. "How traumatized are we?"
You laugh, relaxing a little. "A solid eight out of ten."
He places a hand over his chest dramatically. "Thank god." He exhales. "For a second i thought i was alone in this."
You laugh again, and peculiarly, somewhere in the middle of cheap drinks and Mingyu defending his dignity like his life depends on it, your shoulders begin dropping one by one.
Everything softens after that.
Mingyu gets distracted after spotting somebody from one of his classes and suddenly starts passionately discussing basketball statistics with Jaehyun. Miyeon and Yugyeom slowly become figurines in your peripheral vision— still there, still existing, but further now. And somehow, Jungkook ends up right besides you.
Maybe not intentionally, maybe not obviously— but he does. It happens in that natural way he seems to be very adamant on keeping recently.
You become aware of him in pieces. The warmth of his shoulder besides yours, the sound of his laugh whenever Mingyu says something ridiculous, the traces of alcohol and masculine cologne in his scent whenever wind shifts in your direction…Tiny, stupid things people leave behind accidentally.
And unfortunately, you've spent your entire life collecting them.
"You're less guarded tonight."
You blink, then turn around slowly, eyes locking with Jungkook who is looking at you over the rim of his drink, a smile sitting loosely against his mouth.
"I'm always like this."
Jungkook lets something between a breathy laugh and a scoff through his lips. "Liar."
You roll your eyes. "You think you've got me all figured out."
He shrugs. "I just pay attention to you sometimes."
Fucking flirt.
You're only half listening to Mingyu's latest spiral on getting cheated on with a girl when Jungkook's phone vibrates against the grass. Jungkook glances down, picks the phone up, then groans when he reads whatever text that has been sent to him.
"What?" You ask.
"Mark,"
Your brows pull together in confusion. "What did he do?"
Jungkook lets his head fall back slightly. "He forgot the hard drive at the studio."
Jungkook stares at his phone for a beat longer, exhales, then turns towards you. "Come with me."
And he is met with silence. Because for a moment, for a long, dreadful sixty seconds, silence surrounds you too. Music still continues behind you but it feels distant now. People laugh, lights glow, but all of it feels very far away. Solely because of the way he says it.
Because Jungkook doesn't ask. No do you want to come? No you can if you want. He just tells you to come with him as if he already knows the answer.
You narrow your eyes, trying to play it off. "Is that confidence i'm seizing?"
"No." He says, smile growing into something gentler. "I think it's hope."
Oh.
Jungkook pushes himself up from the grass, then extends his hand towards you. Not dramatically, not enough to create a whole deal out of it, but enough for your eyes to drop down to it automatically then back to him as if a hundred different scenarios have just flashed across your mind.
You take his hand.
By the time you reach the studio, you're a little warm. Not because of walking, not because of the weather, but because of something you absolutely can not say out loud.
Jungkook pushes the door open, then lets you walk in first. Warm light spills through the room and reaches straight into your pupils the moment you step in, and you physically have to tap your thigh twice to recollect yourself back together.
Space feels a little different when it's just the two of you.
Jungkook walks ahead towards the mixing desk, still looking through his phone. "Mark said he left his hard drive somewhere."
You hum, eyes drifting around. But it all feels absent, a little pointless. Because you're painfully aware of the tiny things all over again. Jungkook pushing his sleeves up, the way strands of hair falls into his eyes, how the sound of his voice fills in the empty room…
Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's exhaustion, or maybe it's the way spring nights make people a little delirious. Stupid pollens.
You let a quiet breath escape and turn away before your brain decides to become any more humiliating than it already has tonight. "How does a music major forget a hard drive?" You ask, voice bouncing a little too loudly through the empty studio.
Jungkook shrugs. "It's Mark."
Fair.
You snort quietly and drift towards the couch instead, letting yourself drop against the cushions while Jungkook continues opening drawers and moving papers around an unnecessary amount of concentration.
For a minute, for the short time being, neither of you says anything. And maybe that's your first mistake. Because lately, silence with Jungkook has become as dangerous as vodka on an empty stomach.
Your eyes lift before you can stop them. That's definitely your second mistake.
Because Jungkook had pushed his sleeves higher at some point and now his forearms are exposed beneath the dim lights of the studio and you miserably need those long, tattooed fingers curling inside your pussy.
He crouches beside the desk, pushing his hair back before another strand immediately falls over his forehead again. "Found it." He says, and your head snaps back up.
Jungkook, unfortunately, is already looking at you. Not at the hard drive, not at the desk, just you. And for a second, neither of you says anything. Because maybe this is one of those moments where silence becomes too delicate for words. Moments that sit so carefully between people that speaking feels like touching glass with bare hands.
Your stomach tightens embarrassingly beneath your ribs as Jungkook's eyes drag all over you before they settle and stay on your face. He takes a step closer, then another, and then speaks softly. "What?"
Your brows pull together despite yourself. "What what?"
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You keep staring." He says, voice lower now.
"And you don't?" You reply, voice barely above a whisper as you rise up to your feet.
"I do." Jungkook replies. There is barely an inch between your bodies now, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. "But i don't lie about it, pretty girl."
Your entire body stiffens at that. But it's not the pretty girl, not at all. It's the way he says it. Because Jungkook doesn't rush you, he never does. He doesn't smirk, doesn't tease. Just stays there looking and waiting. Like he is giving you room, like stepping away is still an option.
And the worst part is, you don't want to step away.
Silence stretches and stretches until it begins feeling alive. His eyes drop down to your lips, then lifts back up. For one devastating second, Jungkook looks at you like he is trying to memorize something. Like he's collecting little things too.
His hand lifts, thumb softly tracing over the line of your jaw. "I've been patient for so long." He speaks over your lips. "And i know you feel it too. But i need to hear your words if you really want this to happen."
Your breath catches and flips over halfway through your throat, chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. "Jungkook,"
"Tell me," He starts, thumb stopping by the bottom of your lip. "If you want me as bad as i want you. Because— fuck, I've been good, i've been patient but i'm terribly desperate and i need to know if you are too."
"Please," You try, but you've already stopped thinking altogether.
"Please what, baby? I need you to use your words."
"Kiss me." You fit the entire weight of those words in a tiny little breath and Jungkook's lips are on yours in an instant.
The kiss starts out slow, his lips moving against yours gently as if he is savoring every ounce of its taste on the farthest corners of his tongue. Your hands find the nape of his neck, pulling and pressing him closer until distance can't bear existing anymore.
Jungkook's hands drop down to your waist, tugging you closer so that your hips clash against his. You whimper into his mouth, and he swallows it without wasting a single second.
Because Jungkook has been waiting.
This isn't what the does, not at all. Jungkook has never been a patient man. Not with desire, not with girls. He takes and gets taken in blinks and fractions and seconds— easy, casual, weightless.
But you, you've turned into something devastatingly different. Because for weeks now Jungkook has been wanting without touching, looking without taking— ever since you laughed and rolled your eyes prettily at Yugyeom's party that night. He has spent nights thinking about your lips, mornings replaying the sound of your laugh and entire conversations searching for traces of hidden meanings beneath your words like a man slowly losing his goddamn mind.
Jungkook doesn't wait. He doesn't ache over girls. He doesn't sit awake late at night remembering the way they looked at him beneath dim studio lights or think about the possibility of their hands touching his. But with you— fuck.
With you, he has become unbearably aware of himself. You've made him patient in the cruelest way possible. Because now he notices everything and god, the pretending has been killing him.
And now you're kissing him back as if you've been just as gone. And that thought alone is enough to fold and mold his brain into something disgustingly mushy and achingly dizzy.
"More," You moan between kisses, body practically begging for his touch.
Jungkook's stomach flips upside down. "Yeah? Want more, pretty? Want me to touch you?" He squeezes the plump meat of your ass through your jeans, and your hips jerk into his with the feeling.
His hands roam all over your body before stopping right at the hem of your top. His fingers fiddle with the fabric before he pulls away to look at you properly, and you give him your consent dressed up as a weak nod.
Jungkook pulls your tank top over your head, eyes stuck on the way your boobs bounce beneath the lace of your bra with the movement. He physically, loudly, groans at the sight before plastering wet, open mouthed kisses on the soft skin. Your head falls back in pleasure, hands tangling in his soft locks. Jungkook pushes his head further into your tits before he reaches over your back and unclasps your bra in one swift motion.
Your ass hits the armrest of the leather couch when he lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth, fingers toying with the other. You moan in short, consecutive whimpers as his tongue laps and flickers over the hardened nub, the wetness in your panties growing and growing.
His cups your pussy over the your jeans, fingers pressing into your core over the fabric. The pressure is utterly mind blowing because the course denim stretches and digs into you further, causing you to cry out in pleasure.
"Touch me properly, Jungkook." You force out, desperate to feel him on your bare skin.
Jungkook scoffs between kisses. "Greedy, aren't you?"
He unbuttons your jeans, fondling with the zipper for a beat too long before he can unzip and get you out of it.
He pushes your panties aside with two fingers before sliding them into you. Your cunt sucks him in immediately, already way too wet and way too impatient for any form of foreplay.
Jungkook tilts his head to look at the way his fingers are slipping in and out of you. "Shit, pretty. Look at that. You're gripping me."
"Jungkook," You cry out, hands curling around his biceps for support. "Need— need your cock, please."
He lifts his eyes up to look at your face properly, then sketches and carves every line of your expression onto the deepest corners of his heart.
He slowly pulls out his fingers, then draws circles on your swollen clit before pulling away to take off his own clothes. His shirt flies away first, and you can't help but gawk at the bare sight of his chest. Arms, shoulders, abs— you're lucky if you don't cum right then and there.
He gives you a small, knowing chuckle before unbuckling his belt, tossing the jeans somewhere across the room along with his boxers. Your lips are parted beyond your knowledge, eyes stuck on the hardened sight of his length.
You've never seen a cock as pretty as that.
You're not sure if you'd ever even thought a cock was pretty— because usually, to you, they're far from that. But Jungkook, god, Jungkook is so fucking pretty with a tip so pink you think you want to suckle on it like a lollipop and a length so massive you desperately want it to choke you.
You wouldn't be mad if your cause of death had suffocated on cock written on it all uppercase in bold letters.
And Jungkook just laughs. He fucking laughs.
"Don't worry, pretty. It's all yours." He says, kissing your lips once more before motioning to turn over. "Now turn around and bend over for me." He adds, pushing your back lightly so that you're completely bent over with both hands gripping on the armrest of the couch.
Jungkook drags his tip across your folds, spreading your slick all over your cunt before he slowly pushes it in. You feel his tip first, letting you adjust to the stretch as he sucks in a sharp breath at the warmth of your walls. You moan loudly when he presses half of his cock into you, fingers firming around the cushion.
"Oh god," You breathe, uncontrollably pushing your ass higher into the air. He slams in the rest of his length at your movement, and your back arches even deeper. "Fuck, Jungkook. You're so— so big. I can't."
"You can, princess. I know you can. You'll take every inch like a good girl. Gonna make me proud, aren't you?"
He completely slides out out slowly, and before you can whine at the emptiness Jungkook slams himself back in. You moan loudly, head empty and thoroughly dizzy.
Jungkook starts fucking into you, one had gripping firmly onto your waist as the other toys with your nipple from the back. He is filling you up so good you're going to lose your goddamn mind. You feel so full, stretched and stuffed to the fucking brim. Your walls suck him in desperately, walls clenching and tightening around his fat cock as he pounds into you recklessly.
"Yes, fuck. Wanna be good for you." You mutter messily as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, cock twitching inside your wetness.
"I'm close." You breathe.
"I've got you." He says, and you hate how assuring the words sound.
You let yourself go just as he starts playing with your clit from behind, stimulating you as you milk your juices around his cock. He helps you ride out your high, chest pressing onto your back as he plasters small, reassuring kisses on your shoulder.
You feel physically nauseous at the domesticity.
"Switch with me." You say after coming down from your orgasm, straightening as his cock slides out of you.
Jungkook's body falters, brows pulling together. "What?"
You roll your eyes, pulling away. "Sit, Jungkook."
Jungkook somehow obeys without another word, dropping his body onto the couch beneath you. You hold his shoulders from above, placing your legs at both sides of his hips before reaching for his cock.
Jungkook's breath stutters when you take him into your hand, pumping him a few times before aligning him with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his length, and you both moan simultaneously when you take every inch of his dick into your pussy.
"Shit," He moans, your name dancing prettily on his tongue. "You're so hot."
His fingertips dig into the soft skin of your hips, head thrown back lazily as he moans through parted lips. You bounce on his dick with every ounce of energy that's left in you, thighs aching as he twitches inside your walls.
Jungkook lifts his head a little to properly take in the sight of your bouncing tits, nearing his high.
"Where do you want me?" He asks, voice low and breathy. Your stomach churns at the question, nails scratching his broad shoulders.
"You can cum inside."
He's going to die. He is going to fucking die but at least he'll die a proud man with his cum stuffed inside you.
And just as Jungkook was about to close his eyes and release inside you, your phone rings.
His lips part to say something, but you beat him to it. "Just shut it off."
Jungkook's hand weakly finds your phone, pressing the close button twice without looking at it. Of course he doesn't look, he'd be insane to drift his eyes away from the way your soft, perky tits are bouncing up and down in his own hold. But the ecstasy lasts so long as fifteen seconds until your phone rings again.
Jungkook flips it over this time. The name on your phone's screen flashes right through his eyes and he feels his heart stumble and drop straight into the rock bottom of his stomach
synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the city’s most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesn’t just offer advice— he shows you exactly how it’s supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.
warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.
✶﹐word count: 10.5k
The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasn’t the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just… fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadn’t. Not even close.
In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.
Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.
“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.
You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.
You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.
Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.
Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.
The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.
All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.
You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.
By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.
Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.
It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.
You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”
Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.
“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”
The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”
Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”
You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.
The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.
You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.
Finally, the door opened.
Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.
He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.
You couldn’t stop staring.
Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.
After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.
His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”
You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.
You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.
Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.
Jungkook listened intently the entire time.
His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.
When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.
“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”
You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”
The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.
You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”
Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.
“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”
Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”
You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”
Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”
Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.
Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”
You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”
Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”
Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.
“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”
He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.
Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”
Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.
“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”
Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.
A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.
“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”
He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.
Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.
Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”
You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.
A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”
His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.
The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.
He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.
“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”
You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.
After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”
With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.
“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”
Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.
After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.
“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”
Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”
“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.
Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.
Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”
You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.
He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.
Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.
You were on cloud nine.
“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.
Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”
Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.
“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.
Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.
You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.
The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.
Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.
You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.
Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”
You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”
Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”
A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”
Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.
He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.
After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.
You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”
Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.
Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.
“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.
Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”
Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.
Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.
Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.
Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”
His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.
Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.
“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”
He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.
The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.
Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.
“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.
You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.
He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.
“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”
You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.
“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”
Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.
Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”
He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.
You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.
Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”
You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.
Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”
You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.
He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.
You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.
Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.
“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.
A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.
You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.
Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.
Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.
Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.
Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.
A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.
“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.
Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.
“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.
Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.
Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”
Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.
“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”
Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.
A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.
Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”
Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.
You were falling apart between them.
“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”
Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”
Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.
The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.
Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”
You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.
The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”
The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.
“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”
Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.
Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”
You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”
Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”
He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.
As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.
Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”
You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.
Raised inside a religious cult where obedience is ‘key’, Jungkook’s entire worldview begins to crack after meeting a woman from the outside world. Drawn toward her in ways he doesn’t fully understand, he secretly returns to her bar at night, where curiosity, desire, and guilt begin blurring the line between devotion and temptation.
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┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels ! Cult!koo is here !! I had so much fun writing this honestly, the dynamic is very interesting to write. I’m sorry if there is any mistakes, it have read it so many times but there always seems to be some !! But any-whom !! I hope you all enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the comments or asks !! Happy reading angels !! <3
The first thing Jungkook learned as a child was that God watched everything.
Not in the comforting way the Shepherd spoke of during Sunday sermons, with soft smiles and warm hands pressed against bowed heads. Not the kind of watching that promised protection or mercy.
No. God watched the way the elders did. Quietly. Carefully.
As if waiting for something inside of you to slip loose enough to punish.
By the time Jungkook was six, he had already learned how to sit perfectly still during prayer. Hands folded neatly in his lap. Eyes lowered. Back straight against the wooden pews of the chapel while candlelight flickered gold against the white-painted walls.
Stillness was purity. Obedience was holiness.
And curiosity… curiosity was the first step toward becoming unchosen.
It didn’t happen suddenly. At first, it was just the run. A routine trip beyond the compound gates with assigned men, strict instruction, and the same warnings repeated until they no longer felt like warnings at all.
But the town was different. Too loud. Too unstructured. Too alive in a way the compound never allowed itself to be. That was where he saw you.
Not in a meaningful way at first. Not in a moment anyone would have marked as important. Just existing. Speaking freely. Moving without hesitation. Looking at the world like it didn’t require permission to look back at you.
Jungkook noticed you once. Then again. And then something worse happened. He started remembering you when you weren’t there.
At first, he told himself it was curiosity. A byproduct of exposure. Something the Shepherd would’ve explained away easily. But that wasn’t what it was. It was desire. Not loud. Not understood.
Just a steady pull he didn’t know how to name, tightening every time your voice came back to him in fragments.
Down the street. Your bar. Like it was an invitation meant for someone who was allowed to choose. He didn’t talk about it. He didn’t question it. He just waited. Until the next run came.
And when it did, Jungkook followed the group through the town like he was supposed to. But when their work slowed, and the others were distracted with loading and counting and negotiating— he didn’t stay where he should have.
He left. Quietly and quickly. Like stepping away from the group for a moment was harmless. Like it wasn’t a rule breaking shape forming in real time.
The streets felt different at night. Quieter, but not safer. Dim lights stretched across empty roads, and the sound of distant music and voices drifted from places still awake.
He followed what he remembered. Down the street. Past a few closed shops. Until the glow of a sign appeared ahead. A bar. Warm light spilling out into the dark like something alive.
He hesitated only for a second. Then he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The noise hit him immediately—low music, scattered laughter, glass against wood—but it didn’t feel overwhelming the way the town had during the day. It felt… contained. Controlled.
And then he saw you.
Y/n looked up from behind the counter like she had been expecting something, though not necessarily him. For a second, she just studied him.
Then she tilted her head slightly. “You actually came.”
Jungkook didn’t answer right away. His hand was still on the door. “I said I might,” he replied carefully.
That made something faint flicker across her face—amusement, maybe.“Mm. Come on,” she said after a beat, motioning with her head. “Back here.”
He followed. Down a narrow hallway behind the bar, away from the noise and light, until she pushed open a door and stepped inside first.
The room was smaller. Quieter. A private space tucked away from everything else.
There was a mini bar along one wall, half-stocked. A few bottles, mismatched glasses. And in the center of the room, an old red couch—worn at the edges, slightly faded, like it had been there longer than everything else.
Y/n walked past him and set something down on the counter. “This is better,” she said simply.
Jungkook stood just inside the doorway for a moment longer than necessary. The door clicked softly behind him when it closed. And suddenly the world outside didn’t exist in the same way anymore.
“So,” she said, turning to face him properly now, looking up at him with a steady, unreadable gaze as she stepped closer, placing one hand lightly against his chest. “You want to have sex with me?”
He inhales sharply through his nose as he looks away from you, his eyes filled with fear or desire, maybe both. He shakes his head, looking towards the hardwood floor.
“No… That’s against my religion.” He glances back up at you, trying to decipher your reaction, “It is a sin to sleep with someone before marriage. I must save myself for someone special.”
“Oh come on,” You scoff, moving around the couch to the bar and pouring yourself a glass of wine. The room feels strangely tight with tension neither of you fully understands. “You can’t spend your whole life scared of it, Jungkook. One day you’ll be old and wrinkled and wish you could get a boner.”
“You’re right,” He begins, and you glance back at him with an eyebrow raised in surprise.
He stands there, fingers fidgeting in front of him, nervously thinking for a moment before speaking again. “I should know… that’s why I’m here.” He glances up at you once more, “I want you to teach me, Y/n.”
Intrigued, you take a sip of your wine before lowering yourself onto the far end of the couch. “Is that so?”
He nods quickly, and you gesture toward the empty space beside you. Leaning back against the armrest, you stretch your legs across the cushions, careful to leave his side untouched as he slowly takes a seat.
He gulps before looking down at his lap, and you chuckle to yourself at his shyness, “You want me to teach you about sex, but you don’t want to do the act itself?”
He hesitates, “I… I want to know about it,” His hands sway in the air as he tries to describe his words and put them into motion, “What it feels like and how it works. If you want to, that is….”
You lick your lips, “Well, you put your penis in a vagina—”
“No, that's not what I meant.” He cuts you off quickly, shaking his head as his face flushes a dark red, “I mean like, if I held someone's hand, isn't it the same? I mean… that's contact, right? The bible tells us that it's special, I know that, but… the science of it is confusing.”
“The science of it?” You question, narrowing your eyes, “There is no science to it, really. It’s just… It feels really fucking good. Like so, so good. Which, I guess that’s why humanity does it so much.”
“But why does it feel good?” He asks quickly after, sincerely, as if he was a toddler interested in being taught how to learn the alphabet. “Is it psychological? Biological?”
You blink at him, caught off guard by how genuine the question is. You study him for a moment before speaking, “For a lot of people, intimacy isn’t just physical. It’s emotional too. It makes people feel wanted. Close to someone. Sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s meaningful, and sometimes it’s both.”
“So, it makes people feel connected?” He nods to himself, as if realizing something upon your words, “That makes sense, then—seeing as God has instructed us to wait until marriage.”
The room stayed quiet for a moment after his last answer.
Jungkook was still sitting on the edge of the couch, shoulders slightly stiff, hands resting neatly on his knees like he was trying not to take up too much space in a place that wasn’t built for rules.
She glanced at him, “You want to try out the first baby step?”
Jungkook frowned slightly. “What?”
She gave a small exhale through her nose, like the answer was obvious but she didn’t mind repeating it.
“You said you can’t have sex,” she said, shifting a little on the couch, “but you never said anything about kissing.”
The word landed cleanly. Kissing. He knew what it was, of course he did. But hearing it here, like it belonged in this room, made something in his chest tighten.
Jungkook straightened a little. “That’s not allowed.”
Y/n tilted her head toward him. “Did you decide that, or did someone decide it for you?”
“The Shepherd did,” he answered immediately.
That answer usually ended things. Here, it didn’t.
Y/n looked at him for a moment longer, then let her gaze drop back to her drink like she was thinking, not arguing.
“It isn’t going to hurt you to try,” she said casually.
Jungkook blinked. “It will.”
That made her pause. Then she let out a quiet, almost amused breath.
“No, it won’t,” she corrected gently. “It’s not like anything explodes.”
He didn’t respond right away. Because that wasn’t what he meant. He just didn’t have words for what he meant.
Y/n shifted slightly on the couch, turning more toward him and sitting up now, her arm still resting along the backrest behind him—but not touching. Just there.
“You’re acting like it’s a rule you can break reality with,” she said.
“I don’t break rules,” Jungkook replied quickly.
“I’m not asking you to break anything,” she said. “Just… try it.”
A pause. Then softer, like she was actually giving him an out if he needed it: “If you don’t like it, you can stop.”
Jungkook looked at her properly then. Not at the room. Not at the door. Not at anything outside this moment. Just her.
“…And if I do?” he asked before he could stop himself.
Y/n’s expression shifted slightly—something faint, unreadable, but steady. “Then you’ve learned something,” she said.
The silence that followed felt heavier than before. Jungkook didn’t move. But he also didn’t say no again right away. And that, more than anything, changed the shape of the room between them.
Y/n watched him for a second longer, then set her glass down on the low table in front of the couch. The soft clink of glass against wood felt louder than it should have.
She shifted on the couch, pulling one leg up first, then the other, settling into a cross-legged position facing him directly.
Now there was no angle. No distance that felt accidental. Just her. And him. Jungkook’s shoulders instinctively tightened as she turned fully toward him.
“Okay,” she said simply.
He blinked. “Okay… what?”
“I’m going to show you something,” she replied, like it was the most normal sentence in the world.
That made him stiffen slightly. “Show me what?”
Y/n tilted her head. “Relax.”
“I am relaxed,” he said immediately.
She gave him a look that clearly didn’t believe him. Then she shifted forward slightly on the couch, resting her hands loosely in her lap.
“Turn a little,” she instructed.
Jungkook hesitated. “…Why?”
“So you’re actually facing me,” she said. “Not like you’re ready to run out the door.”
He didn’t answer right away. Because she wasn’t wrong. After a beat, he slowly adjusted his position, turning more toward her. Not fully, but enough that his body was now aligned with hers instead of angled away.
Y/n nodded once, approving. “Good,” she said.
Jungkook frowned slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching you something simple,” she said. “Nothing you’re not supposed to do.”
“That’s subjective,” he muttered before he could stop himself.
That earned a small smile from her.
“See?” she said. “You’re already overthinking it.”
“I’m not overthinking.”
“Mm,” she hummed again, like she wasn’t arguing the point.
Then she leaned back slightly, still watching him.
“You need to stay still.”
That made him pause. “…Stay still,”
“Yes,” she said. “Just don’t move away, okay?”
His eyes flicked briefly toward the door. Then back to her. “I don’t think I should—”
“Yes, you can,” she cut in gently. Not forceful. Just certain.
A pause. Then quieter: “You’re safe. You’re just sitting here.”
Jungkook didn’t answer. But he also didn’t stand up.
Y/n studied him for a moment, like confirming something only she could see.
Then she shifted slightly closer on the couch—not touching him yet, just closing the gap by choice instead of accident.
“Okay,” she said softly. “Look at me.”
Y/n stayed where she was, cross-legged on the couch facing him, steady and calm like nothing about this was unusual.
“Look at me,” she said again, softer this time.
Jungkook hesitated. His eyes flicked away for a second—toward the door, toward the hallway behind it—but nothing there helped him. No instruction. No rule. No answer that made this simpler.
So he looked back at her.
Y/n nodded slightly, like that was all she needed.“Good,” she said.
Jungkook swallowed. “What are you actually doing?”
“Something small,” she replied. “You’re just going to follow what I say, okay?”
“That’s not—” he started, then stopped. His brows pulled together. “That’s not how things work.”
“It is here,” she said lightly.
That made him pause. He was here. Not the compound. Not the Shepherd. Not the rules he’d grown up inside. Just here.
Y/n shifted a little closer on the couch, not enough to touch him, but enough that the space between them felt smaller.
“I’m going to come a bit closer,” she said, tone still calm. “And you’re not going to move away.”
Jungkook tensed immediately. “Why?”
“Because nothing is happening,” she said simply. “You’re sitting on a couch. I’m sitting on a couch. That’s it.”
His fingers tightened slightly against his knee.
“That’s not—” he tried again, but the words didn’t finish properly.
Y/n watched him for a second, then tilted her head. “You’re doing that thing again,” she said.
“What thing?”
“Acting like everything is a test you’re about to fail.”
That made him go quiet. Because it didn’t feel like she was wrong.
Y/n exhaled softly, then shifted closer again—this time enough that her knee brushed lightly against his leg when she adjusted her position.
Jungkook stiffened instantly. But he didn’t move away. His body wanted to. His mind told him to. Still, he stayed.
“Good,” she said again, noticing.
He frowned slightly. “This is unnecessary.”
“Maybe,” she agreed. “But you’re still here.”
That landed differently than he expected. He didn’t respond. Y/n leaned back slightly, studying him like she was measuring his reaction, not judging it.
“You’re allowed to stop me at any point,” she reminded him. “You know that, right?”
Jungkook hesitated. “…I know.”
“Do you want to do this with me?”
The question hung between them like a held breath.
Jungkook's throat worked silently. His hands rested on his thighs, fingers pressing into the fabric of his trousers as if grounding himself to something real. The door was still there. The rules were still there. Everything he'd been taught, everything he'd built his discipline around—it all sat in the room with them, heavy and unmoving.
But so was she.
Y/n didn't look away. She didn't fill the silence with coaxing words or soften her gaze to make it easier for him. She just waited, steady, like she already knew the answer.
"Do you want to do this with me?"
The question wasn't complicated. It was terrifyingly simple.
Jungkook's jaw tightened. His pulse hammered low in his chest, spreading heat through his ribs, down his stomach, settling somewhere he'd been taught to ignore. He swallowed.
"...Yes," he said. The word came out rough, barely above a whisper, like it hurt to admit.
Y/n's lips parted slightly. Not a smile—something quieter, more knowing. She didn't gloat. She just nodded once, then shifted closer, her knee pressing firmly against his thigh now. This time, he didn't stiffen. His body stayed, even as his mind screamed warnings.
"Good," she breathed.
Her hand lifted from her lap. Slowly. Deliberately. She let him see every inch of the movement before her fingers brushed the side of his jaw. His skin was warm, and she felt the slight tremor run through him at the touch.
"Look at me," she said again, softer now.
He did.
Her thumb traced along his cheekbone, featherlight, before sliding down to his lips. She didn't press—just rested the pad of her thumb against the lower curve, feeling the softness there, the slight part of his mouth as his breath hitched.
"I'm going to kiss you now," she said, not asking this time. Just telling him. "You can stop me whenever. But I want to feel you."
Jungkook's eyes fluttered half-closed. The part of him that still clung to righteousness whispered pull away. But his body leaned forward instead, closing the last inch between them.
Her thumb slipped from his lips as her mouth met his.
The kiss was gentle at first—just the press of her lips against his, warm and unhurried. She tasted faintly of whatever she'd been drinking, something sweet, but mostly she just tasted like her. Jungkook's mind went blank. His hands stayed frozen on his thighs, every nerve ending focused on the point of contact.
Y/n didn't rush. She tilted her head, deepening the angle just slightly, and her hand slid from his jaw to the back of his neck, fingers threading into the short hair at his nape. That small touch sent a shiver down his spine.
He made a sound—low, involuntary, caught in his throat.
She pulled back just enough to breathe against his lips. "You okay?"
He nodded, eyes still closed. "...Yeah."
"Then kiss me back."
It wasn't a demand. It was an invitation. And something in him finally snapped.
His hands left his thighs instinctively. One found her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her shirt, gripping like he needed something to hold onto. The other slid up her arm, her shoulder, until his palm cupped the side of her neck, thumb brushing her pulse point.
He kissed her harder.
This time there was no hesitation. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that had been locked away too long, a desperation that surprised even him. Y/n responded immediately, parting her lips, letting his tongue slide against hers in a slick, wet slide that made him groan into her mouth.
She shifted, swinging one leg over his lap, straddling him on the couch. The weight of her settled against his thighs, and his cock—already half-hard from the kiss—pressed against the inside of his trousers, aching.
Jungkook broke the kiss, breathing ragged. "We shouldn't—"
"Don't," she cut him off, her voice low, her hips shifting against his in a slow, deliberate grind. "Don't think about shouldn't right now."
His hands tightened on her waist. Fuck. She was warm through the fabric, her heat seeping into him, and when she rolled her hips again, he felt the pressure build—sharp, desperate, wrong and right all at once.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured, lips brushing his ear. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you. No rules here. Just us."
"I want..." His voice cracked. He tried again. "I want to feel you. All of you."
Y/n pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. Her gaze was dark, pupils blown, lips swollen from his kisses. She reached down and took his hand, guiding it under the hem of her shirt, pressing his palm flat against the bare skin of her stomach.
"Then feel."
His palm pressed flat against her stomach, the heat of her skin searing through him. Her muscles tensed under his touch, and she guided his hand higher, sliding it up until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast.
"Touch me," she said, her voice soft but firm. "No rush. Just feel."
He hesitated for a second, then let his fingers spread, cupping her through the lace of her bra. His thumb grazed her nipple, and she gasped, the sound breaking something inside him. He pressed harder, palming her flesh, and her hand covered his, squeezing gently.
"Like this," she murmured, showing him, pressing his thumb in slow circles. "You're learning fast."
A flush crept up his neck. His other hand stayed on her ass, gripping the curve of her, feeling the give of her flesh through her jeans. She rocked against him again, the friction making him harder, and he felt a bead of moisture leak from his tip, dampening his boxers.
Y/n shifted, unbuttoning her jeans. The zipper rasped loud in the quiet room. She lifted her hips just enough to push them down, along with her panties, baring herself to him. The sight of her cunt—dark hair, wet lips, the scent of her arousal hitting the air—made his mouth go dry.
"Watch," she ordered, and her hand moved down, fingers parting her folds, sliding through her slickness. She circled her clit slowly, her eyes locked on his. "This is what you do to me."
Jungkook's breath came in ragged pulls. He watched, mesmerized, as she slid two fingers inside herself, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her walls clenched around her own touch, and she pulled them out, glistening, and brought them to his mouth.
"Taste me."
He parted his lips without thinking. Her fingers slid inside, salty and musky, and he closed his mouth, sucking them clean. The taste was foreign, intimate, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock.
She pulled her fingers out with a pop. "Good boy."
Then she shifted, tearing her shirt over her head and reaching for his belt. Her fingers worked the buckle, the button, the zipper, and he let her, his body trembling under her hands. She tugged his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his cock—hard, flushed, standing against his stomach.
She wrapped her hand around him, and he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. Her grip was firm, sure, and she stroked him slowly, spreading the slick from his tip down his shaft.
"So pretty," she whispered.
She leaned down, ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip. His whole body shuddered. Then she took him in her mouth, and his mind went white.
Her lips sealed around his head, her tongue swirling, tasting him. She moved slowly, taking him deeper inch by inch, until her nose pressed against his groin. The heat, the wetness, the tightness of her throat—it was overwhelming. He tangled a hand in her hair, half-pulling, half-holding.
"F-fuck," he gasped.
She hummed around him, and the vibration sent a wave of pleasure up his spine. She bobbed her head, building a rhythm, one hand stroking the base while her other cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
Pressure built fast. Too fast.
"I'm—I'm gonna—"
She pulled off just in time, stroking him with her hand as a thick, hot rope of cum shot across her chest, then another, then another. He groaned, long and broken, his hips jerking through the orgasm.
Y/n didn't stop until he was spent. She looked down at his cum painting her skin, then met his eyes, a wicked smile curling her lips.
“I want you inside me."
Her hand still worked his softening cock, coaxing it back to hardness. He was sensitive, but the sight of her—hair mussed, chest glistening, legs spread wide over his lap—brought the blood rushing back.
She guided him to her entrance, his tip nudging against her wet folds. She positioned him, looked him in the eye, and lowered herself onto him in one slow, deliberate motion.
Her heat enveloped him, tight and wet, and Jungkook's mouth fell open. She took him fully, pausing when his hips met hers, letting him feel every inch of her.
"You feel that?" she whispered. "That's all for you."
He could only nod, gripping her waist as she began to move.
Y/n held still for a moment, letting him feel the weight of her, the heat of her, the way her walls pulsed around his length. Jungkook's hands hovered at her hips, trembling, barely grazing her skin.
"Breathe," she whispered.
He sucked in a shaky breath, and she smiled softly, placing her palms flat on his chest. She could feel his heart hammering under her fingers, rapid and wild.
"Good." She lifted her hips slightly, then sank back down, a slow, deliberate roll of her pelvis. A moan escaped his throat, raw and unfiltered.
Her pace was languid, teasing. She let him feel every inch of the slide, the drag of her slick heat against his sensitive flesh. His eyes were wide, fixed on where their bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside her over and over.
"You're doing so well," she praised, and his cock twitched inside her at her words.
She increased the rhythm, rocking forward, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. The friction made her gasp, and she clenched around him, earning a broken whimper from his lips.
"Look at me," she ordered gently.
He obeyed, his gaze hazy, pupils blown wide. She held his eyes as she rode him, slow and deep, showing him exactly what pleasure looked like.
"You feel that? That's me. All yours."
He nodded, speechless, his hands finally moving—sliding up her sides, over her ribs, settling on her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she arched into his touch, a soft cry escaping her.
"Just like that," she urged. "Touch me. Don't stop."
She leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss as she ground against him, her tongue sliding against his. He kissed her back clumsily at first, then with more confidence, learning the rhythm of her mouth the same way he was learning the rhythm of her hips.
When she broke the kiss, she was panting, her forehead pressed to his. "I'm close," she admitted. "Can you feel me squeezing you?"
He could. Her walls fluttered around him, milking his length, and the sensation was overwhelming. His balls tightened, a familiar pressure building at the base of his spine just as before.
"I think—I'm—"
"Cum inside me," she commanded, her voice dropping low. "Let go, Jungkook. I've got you."
That permission, that surrender, undid him. He cried out, his hips bucking up as hot spurts of cum filled her, his whole body convulsing under her. She rode him through it, her own orgasm cresting as his warmth flooded her, her cunt clenching around him, milking every last drop.
She collapsed against his chest, both of them slick with sweat, breathing ragged. Jungkook's arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his face buried in her hair.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then she lifted her head, brushing the damp hair from his forehead.
"How do you feel?"
He blinked, as if the question surprised him, "...I think I understand now."
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Warnings: Marking, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Begging, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Bondage, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Big Dick!Jeongguk, Impreg Kink, Riding, Squirting, Cream Pie, Jeongguk Has Glittery Cum
A/N: THIS HAS BEEN MY BABY FOR A HOT MINUTE! I’m so fucking proud of this fic and I did so much research that my head might explode and Greek Letters will come out! Thank you to @lunarlxve and @jung-hoseok-s-airplane for beta reading it and giving me awesome feedback! Thank you to @ladyartemesia who literally pushed me to write something so awesome AND SHE MADE A FUCKING GORGEOUS BANNER. LIKE DO YALL SEE THAT?! Anyway I hope you really enjoy it because my heart is so warm for this fic!
Eros, the Greek god of love, sexual desire and attraction
“At the center of Greek mythology is a pantheon of deities who live on Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in Greece. Every aspect of human life was ruled by these deities. There were twelve main Olympians who ruled over such aspects. Olympian gods and goddesses are said to look much like women and men of this world but could also change their appearances into whatever they liked, animals and things of that nature. Most people know of the common gods, such as Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. But, there are others such as Dionysus- the god of wine, Aphrodite- the goddess of beauty and love, and even Hermes- the god of travel, who was in fact the personal messenger of Zeus. If you’ve watched the movie Hercules you’ll-” Professor Song’s voice becomes drowned out by the snort that comes from your left. You roll your eyes before craning your neck forward to keep listening to the lecture. You’ve always had an affinity to mythology of any kind since you were a child but, as you grew up Greek mythology stood out the most to you. You became enamored with it and decided to become a mythologist. You’ve heard of these tales countless times but you could always hear them once more.
A cough comes from next to you as you listen to the tale of Hephaestus and you roll your eyes once more before putting your hand underneath your chin. You jot down notes dutifully before looking up as Professor Song begins to wrap up the class. “For the last portion of your grade, you will all be assigned to work with a partner. The theme of your project is Graceful Gods, a study on partnerships between the gods and goddesses. You may choose whichever two gods and goddesses you may like that have had a connection with one another. Now, this doesn’t mean to watch Hercules a bunch of times and comment on those relationships between cartoons.”
The class erupts into small giggles and you find yourself snorting at the lame joke. “Since I know that most of you cannot put yourselves together properly, looking at you Haeyun and Jowoon-” You giggle at his call out before paying attention again, “-you will all work with the person directly next to you at your tables.” Your eyes glance over to the long haired boy by next to you and you inwardly groan.
Having worked together for years, you and Jungkook know exactly how to play your roles, going undercover as a married couple. But that’s until the act stops feeling like one.
PAIRING: detective!jk x detective!reader
GENRE: smut with a lot of plot
WORD COUNT: 8k
WARNINGS: some undercover crime solving, sexy&intelligent gone wrong, idrk what’s going on tbh, jk’s secretly a yearner, alcohol, elites being illegal like always, brief mentions of money laundering, gambling&blackmailing, they’re at an underground club, smut wise: exhibitionism (it just…keeps happening), dirty talk, oral (f recieving), hair pulling, he bends her over ofc, some more probably
NOTES: surprise! 2.0’s mv randomly inspired me to write this and it was supposed to be posted by friday but uh mark happened. this turned out to have so much more plot than i planned but it kinda just flowed that way. also lmk if you’d like a part 2!! enjoy <3
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Rain settles over London as if it’s seeking ownership.
Because in theory, rain does own the city of London, in its own, inscrutable way. It clings onto everything. From the glass windows of the club that are covered in a way that screams guilty, the stone railing that’s a little too romantic for a place like this, to your collarbones that stay exposed through the thick fabric of your coat— everything is decorated with small droplets of rain, creating a measured disorder that’s still stubborn enough not to leave no matter how hard you try to shake it off.
By the time the car pulls to a stop, it paints a black, sleek shadow beneath the streetlights. The street already looks polished; like it’s somewhere you don’t find yourself in unless it’s absolutely intentional, unless you’re assigned to be here, unless you have a purpose.
You watch it through the window for a little more than necessary, because every detail matters. You take notes of the grand spacing between the arrivals, the lack of hesitation at the entrance, the high chins and dark eyes of the men and women that are too powerful to face any consequences; every single one of these people belong here.
The driver opens the door of the backseat before you have time to even reach for the handle, blinking twice before stepping out to force confidence into your body. You move with ease, like you’ve practiced this a hundred times before, because you have. Because every ounce of authority in you is backed with years of practice.
Jungkook follows you a breath later, taking two large steps to claim his place right next to you, offering out an arm for you to hold onto. As he adjusts the black coat on his body, you slip your hand into the crook of his arm, fingers wrapping around his bicep.
The rain immediately catches in your hair, then the fabric on your shoulders, and then the exposed line of your collarbones. Jungkook opens the umbrella in his free hand before your blowout has time to budge out of place, holding it over your head without asking.
“Don’t scan too hard.” Jungkook says slowly, voice low enough to disappear beneath the crowd.
“Don’t teach me my job.” You mutter under your breath, eyes focused on the street instead of him.
Jungkook huffs out something between a breath and a laugh. “I’m not.” He says, adjusting the umbrella slightly, angling it so that it shields you more than himself. “I’m reminding you of it.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t forget what role you’re playing.”
He scoffs, but the corners of his mouth tilt despite himself. His posture shifts subtly, just enough to close the little space left between your bodies, like he’d been waiting for the cue.
“Please.” He huffs out, arm slipping out of yours to find your waist. His hand settles exactly where your waist curves inwards, wrapping around like it’s muscle memory. You straighten your posture at his touch, your shoulder brushing against his chest with each step you take.
Right ahead of you, the gravity around the entrance is so heavy it’s already pulling you in, before you can even acknowledge the warm coloured light painting the corners of the front door.
Jungkook leans into you, mouth grazing over your ear lightly, yet enough to let chills trail down your spine. “Camera over the left column.” He murmurs without looking, eyes flicking above the door so quickly even you almost don’t catch it. “Wide angle.” He continues.
“Mhm.’ You hum in response, a sweet yet calculated smile playing on your lips despite yourself. You place your right hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers where they sit on your waist. You pull him just a little closer to adjust your pace, slowing him down enough to fall in line with the queue of people ahead.
Up close, everything feels even more premeditated. The lighting frames the edges around the doorway instead of spilling naturally, catching in the marble in a golden hue. Two men are standing at the entrance, eyes scanning through until there isn’t an inch that’s not tainted by their gaze. They’re both in sleek black suits, dressed exactly the same as the white button-up underneath their jackets pick up the light in a way that’s too bright for a night like this.
“Good evening.” One of the men says when the two of you approach further. You don’t slow down, reaching the threshold arm in arm.
“Names?” He asks, eyes flicking between you and the list in his hand.
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate before speaking, filling in the silence half a second later. “Charles and Clara Beaumont.”
The man’s eyes linger on you for a second longer this time, scanning through the list as he matches and confirms whatever he has to.
“Of course.” He says after a beat, moving to the side just enough to offer you space to step inside. Jungkook’s hand finds the small of your back, settling in a way that grounds you, sending warmth through your body, even over the fabric of your coat.
You don’t react outwardly, not in a way that lets him know, but you do feel his touch. The inch of contact, every degree of pressure, the way it anchors you just enough to look real— feel real.
“Stay close.” He murmurs, and the door opens.
You think you’ve never entered a place more unwelcoming than whatever this is.
“Let’s not waste time.” Director Kang had said, leaning onto the table that’s placed in the middle of the meeting room as he pressed a few buttons on the control in his hand until the screen flickered to life.
A face appeared; a man with a controlled smile, a sharp navy suit, and the kind of confidence that’s effortless without needing any practice, because it had been perfected years ago.
Hugo Vane.
You already knew the name, Jungkook already knew the name, but knowing from afar and seeing are different things.
“Publicly,” Kang started, the pacing of his words measured yet nowhere near slow. “One of the most successful private investors across Europe. Real estate, insurance, hospitality. He’s in it all, has been called ‘transformational’ way too many times.”
Jungkook let out a quiet breath through his nose, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Of course.”
“Over the last ten years, he’s built a network of high end venues across Europe– almost half in England– that function as fronts for illegal gambling, money laundering, controlled blackmail; all of it tied to names you would never expect” He breathed.
“What’s crucial is, everything is recorded. Debts, favors, leverage; we can get our hands on everything. This opening in London isn’t a random celebration, it’s a consolidation point. Real transactions will happen in the private rooms, so the main floor is useless. Your objective is simple, get inside one of those rooms, doesn’t matter which for now. We need confirmation of what happens in there. But most importantly, we need access, we need to track every breath they take.” Kang paused, exhaling through his nose.
“This man might have blood on his hands.”
After letting the words settle in the room, Jungkook tilted his head, swinging left and right in his chair. “And we’re just walking into that?” He asked.
Kang inhaled. “You’re not just walking into it.” He said, eyes flicking between the two of you before switching onto the next slide.
Two photos of a couple flashed across the screen, attractive and well dressed in the same old way people with generational wealth are.
“Charles and Clara Beaumont,” Kang explained. “Married for six years, currently in Nice, unlikely to make it.”
Jungkook’s mouth curved into a lazy grin. “So we’re them.”
“You are.”
“Six years?” You added a beat later, head tilting slightly.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, arm resting along the backrest. “Won’t take much time to look convincing.” He said, a small smirk on his face as his gaze flicked over to you.
“Gotta play your part well, Jeon.” You said, tone disinterested as your eyes still focused on the picture on the screen like it would tell you something if you stared hard enough.
A small smirk played out on his lips, cocky in a way that grew you eager to slap it off his face. “Oh, I won't be playing.’
You rolled your eyes, huffing out a short scoff. You didn’t respond to him further as your grip tightened around your pen, squinting your eyes at the man on the screen. “Backgrounds? Anything we shouldn’t look past?” You asked.
Kang nodded slowly. “Everything will be provided by tomorrow morning, study them before you fly out.”
He stepped away from the table, standing right in the middle of the two of you, hands on both your shoulders like he’s warning you. “You will not draw attention, and you will not break cover. Find the confirmation we need and leave before anyone suspects anything. Play safe this time, we’ll see what comes next when you fly back.”
“What if we get access to the recordings?” Jungkook asked.
“Great, but don’t compromise the mission for it. Like I said, play safe for now.” Kang said, Jungkook nodded once in response.
You crossed your arms over your chest, biting the corner of your lips. “What about surveillance?”
“Everywhere. Which means whatever you do,” Kang answered until Jungkook cut him off, leaning forward, settling his elbows on the table. “We have to sell it.”
Kang lookwd at him. “Yes.”
“--Champagne?” The server asks, cutting through the memory with a sharp edge. You blink once, letting the room fold back into place with no more than a subtle shiver. So subtle that even Jungkook almost misses it despite being so close to you, to the point where you can feel each other’s pulses thudding under your skin.
Your body retakes everything all at once; the gold light, murmur of voices that let out no more than a few low chuckles, the weight of Jungkook’s hand still resting around your waist like it never left.
Something almost flutters in your chest.
You reach for the tray, taking a glass without any hesitation. “Thank you.”
Jungkook takes one a second later, body moving slower than yours. Because his attention is already completely elsewhere, eyes scanning through the crowd until they settle, digging silent holes into the nape of a certain someone’s neck.
“Right side.” Jungkook murmurs when the server disappears, eyes still stuck on the said man.
But you don’t turn around, now having years of experience in the job. Your hands reach for your purse, grabbing a hold of lipstick and a mirror. You drop the cap of the lipstick into your purse before opening the mirror with one hand, reapplying your lipstick as your eyes scan around the whole venue through the small mirror.
You take half a step to your left before he comes into your sight. Dark eyes, sharp jawline, navy suit tailored to fit his body without a single crease, exactly like Hugo Vane.
But younger.
“Hugo’s son.” You answer quietly, eyes on the mirror as you pat the lipstick lightly onto your lips. Jungkook’s eyes flick towards you for a beat, towards your lips. It lasts shorter than a second, maybe less than half a second, but it does happen. And you notice.
Jungkook hums, grip tightening on your waist. “Thought so.”
The man moves through the room without stopping, like he doesn’t need to, because it’s being cleared for him before he can have the time to complain. It’s not obvious, there is no dramatic space as he steps through, but there is a quiet shift in people’s demeanour. The way conversations pause just enough, the way bodies angle themselves just slightly, the way the room bends and molds around him and not the way around.
You try not to drown in the space he leaves behind, because it doesn’t settle, it knocks your breath out in a way you don’t know how to explain. You don’t get anxious often– no, you never get anxious. But something about the way he silently grabbed the room and bent it without anyone noticing causes something unsettling to form somewhere in your stomach.
How he moves is enough to tell you he’s not just wandering, he’s leading something. You don’t follow him immediately, letting the time stretch and the distance breathe. But Jungkook does still for a second, hand dropping from your waist until it wraps somewhere between your wrist and hand.
Your eyes briefly flick over to the hall he disappears behind, watching the way the door swings back and forth ever so subtly. Of course, Jungkook notices your stare, eyes following the direction of your gaze.
“That’s our way in.” He says, his hand holding yours properly now.
“That’s not a way in.” You mutter through your teeth. “That’s access we don’t have.”
He shifts his body slightly, adjusting you along with him so that you’re angled the opposite way. “That’s access we will have.”
He pulls you fully now, your face almost crashing into his back as he moves without a warning. Jungkook walks fast as you trail behind, taking steps that are short, yet as swift as the height of your heels allow.
When you’re halfway through the corridor, Jungkook pulls you closer into him. But it’s different to the closeness you’ve been maintaining so far. This time, you feel his cologne filling up your nostrils every time he shifts, the way his chest rises and falls whenever he breathes. This time, he pulls you so close that turning your head means something you don’t want to say out loud.
So you don’t.
“Someone’s watching.” He says into your ear, voice barely above a whisper.
“I know.” You reply, back pressed into his. Of course you know, because someone has been watching. Someone has been watching you for so long that the feeling of it transitions into a pattern, the kind you notice even when you try not to. Here, people don’t scan, neither do they hold your gaze; but they do reappear. You swear you see the same people all at the same places at the same times; like they’re circling around certain spots ith purpose rather than simply attending an opening.
“Good.” Jungkook says before turning you around, thumb pressing lightly against your wrist. Maybe it’s a cue, maybe it’s a warning, you have no idea which. Because there’s no time for you to figure it out, because Jungkook leans in when you expect it the least.
He’s so much closer than necessary, closer than professional, and the way your body reacts is just as– maybe even more– unprofessional.
His voice drops by an octave, words escaping his lips before they disappears somewhere on your skin. “Then let’s give them something to look at.”
He pulls your body closer into his by your hands, hooking them around his neck before he lets his hands drop down to your waist. You take notice of how slow they move, because they don’t really drop down, they slide.
It feels intentional, like he’s actually caressing your body with care instead of putting on a show. Your breath catches before you can stop yourself. And even though
you get it together quickly, Jungkook notices.
“Relax.” He says, forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot against your skin.
“I am relaxed, but you’re overdoing it.” You say, hands settling where he put them.
“No, you’re underdoing it.” Your jaw tightens at the words, and you almost roll your eyes. Almost, because right now, you definitely have way too much attention on you to slip even a little.
So despite your words, your hands move. They scratch the nape of his neck before disappearing in his hair, fingers curling lightly until they’re tangled inside.
“Your left,” You whisper against his mouth. “Same man, still watching.”
“Mhm.” He hums. “Let him.” But his eyes are already closed, body leaning even more into yours as if there is any space left. Your hands drop from his hair to his shoulders, and before you know it, Jungkook’s lips are on yours.
It takes you a second to shake yourself out of the shock, letting yourself melt into the kiss as his soft lips move on yours with ease, like they belong there, like this is normal for you to do. Your eyes flutter shut, hands roaming all around his shoulders. You flinch when he gives your ass a squeeze, sending a tingle through your legs.
One of his hands raises up until it reaches your face, cupping your cheek as his thumb trails softly along your jaw. He forces your mouth open with his thumb, pulling down your bottom lip slowly, and you grant him access without thinking.
A small moan escapes your lips when his tongue slides into your mouth, and Jungkook swears his pants are going to rip right on spot if you keep sounding like that. He feels something fluttering in his chest, something he knows he has been suppressing for a long time now. So he just pulls you closer, and lets his mind drift away from anything and everything for just second, focusing on you only.
Until someone clears their throat.
“Mr. and Mrs–”
Your whole body stills, unable to move even an inch. But that’s fine, because couples like this don’t break apart for interruptions. Jungkook lets his teeth pull onto your bottom lip for one last time before breaking apart, slow enough so that you can gather yourself.
He does pull away, but his hand doesn’t leave your waist. And for a split second, he doesn’t even turn his head.
“--Beaumont.” The staff continues.
Both of you shift your gazes towards him, acting completely calm and unbothered. “Yes?” Jungkook asks politely, brows raised only slightly.
The man gives you a measured smile. “Mr. Vane is a man of discretion.”
Touché
“If you would like somewhere more private,” He continues, gesturing subtly towards a door somewhere along the corridor. “We can accommodate you.”
There it is.
Though, you don’t answer immediately, letting the question rest for a second or two in order to make it feel real. Not eager, not hesitant, but rather like it’s something you’re used to.
Jungkook glances down at you, offering a look that’s not really asking, because he already knows the answer. Just something that’s checking, something that lets him know everything is fine. You tilt your head slightly, the corner of your mouth lifting just enough so that Jungkook notices, yet the man doesn’t.
He turns his head towards the man. “Of course.”
The man steps aside, letting the corridor fall open and twist into something darker. Jungkook’s hand shifts at your waist, guiding you through the hall. And this time, you just let yourself melt into the comfort of his presence. Because resistance doesn’t really mean anything anymore. Because you know that somewhere along your performance, something slipped. The control, the acting– whatever you call it. What’s important is that neither of you really acknowledged it.
The door closes behind you softly, a sound that’s too little for a door this heavy. It doesn’t really echo, doesn’t physically linger either. But still, for a second, you can’t find it in yourself to move. You don’t have to look at Jungkook to know he hasn’t either, you can feel it in the way the air shifts around him. His legs don’t carry him anywhere when the door clicks shut, eyes roaming around the room as the rest of his body stays still.
The room is quieter than you expect it to be. It’s not empty, not silent; there’s music humming faintly from somewhere behind, walls filtering out the bass until it nearly doesn’t even reach your ears. But somehow, you still feel it thudding under your ribs, hard and heavy until it stings somewhere you can’t quite reach.
But everything feels more uncomfortable than you imagined, because even in a room as private as this one, there is intention behind every little detail. The deep brown of the leather couch, the two untouched glasses on the table already filled with whiskey too bitter for your taste, the light that’s even dimmer, even warmer compared to the outside– everything is arranged like they expect you to sit, to drink, to stay.
To forget.
When you take a step forward, heels sinking into the carpet, Jungkook’s hand doesn’t leave your waist.
If anything, it settles deeper.
Jungkook shifts his weight from one leg to the other, his chest pressing closer into your back as he leans in slightly, just enough for his mouth to brush your ear. “Two cameras.” He whispers. “One above the mirror, one across the wall.”
You don’t look, because you never do, because you never have to when it’s Jungkook who warns you. Instead, your hand moves to your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as your gaze drifts lazily across the room, a little relieved that you’re finally where you’re supposed to be, doing what you’re supposed to do.
Your fingers graze the edges of the mirror on the wall, mentally taking a note on how something is off about it, in a way you can’t exactly point a finger on. The frame feels too smooth on your skin, too flat for something that’s embroidered romantically.
Your reflection stares back at you the same way it always does. Hair perfect, posture straight, lipstick faintly smudged because of the kiss you just shared; it’s completely untouched.
But something is still off. The angle is wrong, your frame is slightly delayed, the glass is too clean that it’s suspicious. And finally, as your fingers keep grazing around the edges in hopes of finding something worth pocketing, something red winks at you.
“They’re recording.” You say, voice breathy, almost distracted.
His hand leaves your waist for the first time since you walked in, stepping aside to take everything in properly. His absence hits you immediately, skin turning cold beneath the fabric on your body without the warmth of his touch. You try to ignore the feeling, you really do, but it lingers somewhere between the light chill of the room, and your pulse that’s now a little loud. Too loud that you feel it thud in your ears.
But suddenly, something louder than the hard pulsing of rhythms fly in from behind. It doesn’t come from the hallway– no, it’s deeper than that. The voices are muffled, the words are whispered discreetly and are chosen with care; private enough to pull a tight knot in your stomach.
You still without realizing, eyes widening only slightly as your hands rub themselves onto the sides of your coat. Jungkook notices it immediately, eyes shifting onto you before he lets his hand find yours. His fingers slip between yours, gliding with ease as if this is the most natural thing for you to do. His hold grounds you. You have no idea how or why, but it does, and your grip tightens around his beneath awareness.
Jungkook had never been easy to read.
You’ve shared way too many long flights, way too many late night debriefs. Yes, he was a little too flirty sometimes. And yes, you were aware of his attraction towards you. But you never thought it was anything near serious. At the end of the day, you were just coworkers who, in reality, couldn’t even properly get along.
Despite his cocky and flirty persona, Jungkook isn't a careless man. He never lets something slip before weighing it over and over again, never lets something mean too much.
You always thought it meant nothing to him, that he was just acting a certain way to get on your nerves, that this was just the kind of person he is.
Oh boy were you wrong.
“Wall behind the couch.” You say, gesturing towards where the voices are coming from. Jungkook turns slightly, angling his body just enough to follow the line of your sight without making it obvious.
There’s a panel there, a seamless way that leans into another room, almost invisible even to you despite how carefully you’re looking for it. Somewhere between a breath and a flick of your eyes, Jungkook moves. His body works around yours swiftly, turning you before you can process it, pressing your back into the wall you had just been gesturing at.
Your breath catches, more from the sudden closure than anything else, your hands instinctively finding his chest as he closes the distance between you. The room, the air, even voices; everything feels smaller like this. Like it’s just the two of you and no one else who are existing in this space.
“What are you doing?” You ask under your breath, but it doesn’t land the way it usually does. Because he’s already closer than what’s professional, closer than what’s safe.
Jungkook lifts his index finger, placing it on top for your lips. “Shh.” He shushes you, brows raised slightly.
A voice filters in, dark and hoarse. “...this wasn’t part of what we shook hands on.”
Something shifts on the other side of the wall, distorted in a way that doesn’t allow you to hear everything properly. “We can make a few adjustments.” Another man answers, his tone noticeably calmer.
“Hugo’s son.” Jungkook whispers, his eyes staring right into yours.
You grab his hand, pushing it off your face with a huff. “What even is his name?” You ask, face scrunched in confusion at the sudden realization.
Jungkook shrugs, letting the voices of the two men fill in the room. “That’s not how your father cooperates.”
“My father isn’t here tonight.”
Your breath stills, wide eyes lifting up to catch Jungkook’s, filled with unease.
How the fuck is Hugo not here?
That throws everything off. Because Hugo Vane not being here doesn’t feel like an absence, it makes you feel his presence even more, settling under your bones with an ache you don’t like. Because if Hugo isn’t here, because if he didn’t even bother getting out of his way to come here, this isn’t just an opening that covers a few illegal exchanges. It’s something else entirely, something that has been in motion for a lot longer than you knew of.
And whatever you walked into tonight is bigger than the room you’re standing in.
The other man starts. “If anything goes wrong–”
“It won’t.” Hugo’s son cuts him off, voice steady like it’s forcing everything into exactly where he wants.. There’s a pause, a beat filled with silence before he continues. “Everything is already in place.”
The words sound like a trap.
When your eyes flick back to Jungkook, you realize he’s already looking at you, eyes a little too empty to your liking. He looks like he’s thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. So you lift your hand, shoving his chest lightly to recollect his attention.
“Jungkook, focus.” You murmur through your teeth.
But he doesn’t react immediately, not properly at least, because his hand is still holding yours, his arm is still around your waist. And instead of loosening his hold or giving you space to breathe, his grip tightens, fingers curling around you like he’s trying to ground the two of you at the same time.
Then, his hand moves. Not away, of course not. It shifts from your waist, sliding down to your hips. Though the movement is slow, like he’s giving himself time to stop, to pull back into whatever control he has been holding onto all night.
And you can’t find it in you to move.
“They’re watching.” He says quietly, thumb grazing circles on your hip.
There’s no fucking way he’s doing that as performance.
“I know.” You respond, eyes stuck on his like they’ll bleed into blindness if you tear them away. Your voice is softer now, breathy in a way that makes Jungkook lose his mind, not that he’d ever tell you.
But right now, you too know that something shifted, that this doesn’t feel like just a show anymore.
Jungkook exhales through his nose, slow and rough, closing his eyes along with the breath he lets out. “I’ve been trying not to do this.” He starts, taking a step closer as if it’s possible. “But you’re making it so fucking hard.”
For a second, you consider pretending to not understand what he means, almost tilting your head with oblivious eyes. But halfway, you decide against it, sharply inhaling the breath he just exhaled.
But the space between you is too little– no, it doesn’t even exist anymore. The room feels smaller, the air feels thicker, and the muffled voices of the two men disappear completely behind the wall when he lets his body lean a little more into yours.
At your lack of response, Jungkook lifts the hem of your coat, giving your ass a squeeze above the thin fabric of your dress. You moan involuntarily, head falling back until it hits the hard wall behind you, a little harsher than you would’ve guessed.
“Tell me to stop now.” He says, voice low in a way that’s barely above a whisper. “Because I won’t.”
You crash your lips into his.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s the walls, or maybe the fact that you’re being watched and still choosing this anyway.
Or maybe, it’s just him.
You don’t know, you can’t even think straight right now. Because the second your lips meet his, everything else collapses into a haze, way too easily. You lose your last remaining hold on everything you’ve been trying to build since even before you stepped out of the car tonight. The mission, Hugo, his son, anything and everything that’s currently going on behind the wall, even the cameras you’re fully aware of– they all blur into something distant.
You’ll deal with those later.
A swift feeling of surprise takes over Jungkook when it’s you who breaks the tension first, but he melts into the kiss without giving you time to recalibrate your actions. Your hands settle on his shoulders, fiddling with the thick fabric of his coat before slipping it down his shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor. Once it’s off, your hands move quickly on his dress shirt, unbuttoning it eagerly.
Jungkook lets out a groan at your touch, because he feels what’s underneath it immediately. The way you stop hesitating and start pulling him instead, the way your hands grip his shirt like you mean it, like you’re not just letting this happen.
You’re choosing this.
That’s what knocks the air out of his lungs more than anything else tonight. Because just hours ago, he was ready for resistance, he was ready for control, he has been doing it for years. Acting like you’re nothing more than occasional partners who don’t even get along for
the most part. He was ready for you to push him away if he went too far with the role, if he played it a little too well. He was ready to stop if you wanted to.
But he wasn’t ready for this.
He wasn’t ready for you, for your lips to meet, rid of any ounce of hesitation, like you’ve been wanting this too.
He squeezes your ass again, with both hands this time, needing to feel every inch of your body. His eyes flutter uncontrollably when you let out another dreamy moan, something that sounds like an angelic melody to his ears. He pulls you closer by the hips, then thrusts his own to meet you halfway, biting his lip harshly at the contact.
“Please, Jungkook.” You cry out, thrusting your hips into his once again, by yourself this time, desperate for a touch, an ounce of friction– anything.
“Please what, baby?” Jungkook responds with a question, his hot breath hitting the exposed skin of your neck, trailing all the way down to your collarbones. “Use your words, I know you can.”
Your hands continue moving on his shoulder, sliding off his shirt once you’re done with the buttons. You find yourself needing to take a moment at the sight of his bare chest, because it’s better than any you’ve seen before. Soft, toned– maybe even a little too toned– so bare and so pretty, all for you to touch.
Your hands roam around his chest, tracing lines along his abs. Jungkook has to bite his cheek to suppress any unplanned sounds that he realizes are way more likely to slip than he thought now that he actually feels your touch on his body.
“Not gonna fucking beg for this.” You squeeze his shoulders, nails digging deeply into his bare skin, letting your back lean even more into the wall.
Fuck.
Jungkook has thought about this.
In quieter moments, in between meetings and conversations when you were standing a little too close, in places where he shouldn’t have; he’s thought about it all. The way your voice would drop by and octave when you were focused, the way your skirt would ride up your thigh when you leaned in just a little lower, the way your hand would brush his like it meant nothing.
It never meant nothing to him.
He’d always pushed it down. Because this was work, because you were his partner, because he knew you better than to ruin something that functioned this well.
But now, your hands are all over his body, moving and pulling him in instead of stopping. Your lips are so fucking soft against his, making his chest tighter and head emptier until there isn’t a single coherent thought left inside.
“Fucking tease.” Jungkook says before lifting your dress up, letting it pool around your waist. Your lips curl up in victory when he pulls your panties to the side, flicking the lips of your pussy with two fingers, feeling your slick coat his fingers.
He plays with your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb as his two other fingers slide in and out of your wet, aching hole. Your eyes immediately fall shut at the contact, inhaling sharply when he curls his fingers at an angle he knows will make you see stars.
Then he falls to his knees.
Your eyes flutter open the moment you hear the way his knees hit the hard floor, lips parting as you’re taken aback by whatever he’s doing. You look down to him, brows furrowed in
confusion in a way that asks. But Jungkook doesn’t respond, he only gives you a smirk after looking up, then flicks his gaze back down again.
His fingers wrap around the lace fabric of your black panties, pulling them down in a way that’s painfully slow considering the waterfall between your thighs right now. When the thin piece of fabric pools down on the floor, you lift your foot, kicking it to the side with your heels.
“Jungkook,” You gasp loudly when he lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder. He starts by trailing kisses up your thighs, one hand wrapped around the soft flesh in order to steady your body. Your hands fly onto his hair before you can think, fisting and pulling at it as he gets closer and closer to your core.
“Oh my god,” You moan, looking down at him as his tongue laps against your swollen pussy. His fingers flick your lips open, easing it up for him to work his tongue. Jungkook groans as you tug onto his hair harder, licking your pussy as if he’s savoring the taste of every flavour on his tongue.
Your thighs clam around his head, closing with a shake you have no idea how to control. Your nails dig into your own palms by how hard you’re holding onto him, stinging in a way that’s almost painful.
“Shit, ‘m so close.” You whimper as heat pools low in your stomach, twisting and curling so hard that you feel your legs giving out.
“Sweetest pussy ever.” Jungkook pulls away for a split second before connecting his mouth back onto your throbbing pussy, his tongue flattening right at the part where it pulses the heaviest.
“Jungkook, fuck.” You cum hard with a scream of his name, your head falling back onto the wall so fast it almost hurts. Jungkook licks you through your orgasm, his fingers that were once separating your lips now rubbing circles on your clit until you’re fully out of your high.
Your breath doesn’t settle when he stands again, coming back up to his feet so fast, as if being away from you for even a second feels unbearable. You hold onto his arms to regain
your balance, and no more than a second passes before Jungkook’s lips find yours again.
“Gonna bend you over and take you right fucking here.” Jungkook says, grunting as he pulls back. He turns you around, then pushes you over the backrest of the leather couch until your ass is perfectly aligned and in sight. Jungkook palms the soft flesh of your skin, gripping and squeezing as he tries unzipping his pants with his free hand.
His dick springs out once his boxer is down his thighs, slapping against his abs immediately. He gives his already hardened length a few strokes before lining it up your entrance, flicking your folds with his tip, all red and angry, eager to fuck you into oblivion until your eyes roll back so hard it hurts to not see his face through the darkness.
You whimper loudly when Jungkook enters you with a hard slam, back arching into the air instinctively. His hand settles on your waist, gripping firmly as the other doesn’t leave your waist. Your pussy feels so tight and warm around his cock, and Jungkook thinks he’s going to burst out.
“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding yourself from me for years.” Jungkook says, words coming out shaky due to how hard he’s pounding into you. “Played so hard to get when you’re really just a slut.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You spit back through grithed teeth, trying to suppress your moans by burying your head into the couch. Jungkook lets out a cocky chuckle that twists your nerves even more, but the annoyance is quickly swollen up by how good he’s pounding into you.
He reaches for your dress, pulling down the fabric on your chest until the swell of your boobs spill out through your bra. Jungkook pulls down your bra next, your tits coming full on display
with a bounce. He moans when his palms settle on your soft boobs, fingers flicking and pinching your nipples until your pussy aches even harder with the sensation.
“Right there, oh my god, right fucking there.” You choke out with the little energy you have left, feeling your orgasm closer than ever. Jungkook fists your hair when you least expect it, yanking you up so that your back arches further and his bare chest grazes over your body.
You moan out shaky curses, not even aware of what you’re saying anymore as he keeps pounding into you from behind. Tears prickle up at the corners of your eyes, Jungkook’s grip getting tighter and tighter in your hair as he nears his high.
“Shit,” Jungkook whimpers, dick twitching inside your walls. “Where do you want me?” He asks, voice so low and breathy that it sends you over the edge.
“Fuck, want it inside. Don’t you dare pull out.” You say, feeling your orgasm build as his thrusts transition into something messy and sloppy.
“Oh yeah?” He breathes, pushing your body back onto the couch, his grip on your waist tightening.
Jungkook cums hard with a loud groan, emptying all of himself into you. You push yourself back on his dick a few times before your orgasm also rips through, crying out at both how hard you’re cumming, and how good he’s filling you up.
There’s a beat where he doesn’t pull out, cock softening inside you as his forehead presses between your shoulderblades, his unsteady breath feeling hot on your skin. Your breath also doesn’t settle instantly, chest rising unevenly as the weight of him suddenly feels too heavy on your skin. Everything falls back into place one by one, your vision drifting back as you come down from your high. The warmth of the dim lights, the closed door that’s hiding way too much behind, the quiet hum of voices that are muffled together behind the walls– it all returns all at once, like you’re being forced back into reality after being somewhere else entirely.
Jungkook’s hand is still on your waist, grip still firm as if he hasn’t realized he has to let you go– or maybe he just doesn’t want to let you go.
When Jungkook slides out of you, you push yourself up slightly, your body still slower than your head. “Jungkook,” You start, voice rough.
You feel his body still above you, a shift that’s so subtle yet still enough for you to feel. The realization hits him the same moment it hits you, his hand loosening on your waist.
“Cameras.” You finish, voice soft and quiet despite the weight of your words.
That’s all it takes for Jungkook to blink back into reality, pulling back fast as if distance has the power to fix everything just like that. But surprise surprise, it won’t.
That’s when a sound cuts through the walls, something so faint that for a second, you think that even you might have missed it. But you don’t, because you never do. You flinch regardless, fingers tightening slightly where they rest against him.
Jungkook feels it instantly, head snapping towards the door before he flicks his gaze back to you, leaning down just a little. “What?” He murmurs in your ear, voice low in a way that’s barely above a whisper.
You don’t answer, you can’t bring yourself to answer, because nothing that’s going through your head sounds coherent as words. Your head turns slightly when another muffled voice comes through somewhere behind the right wall, tilting enough to catch the direction without making it obvious. Jungkook follows without looking, shifting and leaning closer by just half an inch, instinctively hovering his body above yours.
His chest rises and falls harder than his usual breathing, eyes flicking around the room, reevaluating everything you’ve terribly miscalculated. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath.
“You’re overreacting.” Someone says, voice calm and controlled, so much that it makes your stomach twist.
“I’m not overreacting, they went into one of the rooms.” Another voice replies, but it’s sharper this time. Dressed in a worry that doesn’t even try to rival how composed the previous man was.
Jungkook’s hand tightens around the backrest of the couch, leaning his body weight onto his hands above you. Your breath gets caught in your throat, stomach dropping in a way that’s almost unprofessional.
“Which room?” The calmer man asks.
There’s a pause after that, maybe a flick over the keyboard, maybe a shift of screening, you don’t know which. But the soft clicking that’s somehow heard even from where you are is enough for you to freeze beneath the warmth of Jungkook’s body.
“Doesn’t matter, we’re flagging everything.”
Fuck.
Jungkook’s grip stills on you completely, his wide eyes staring wordlessly into the wall as yours are stuck on his chest. Unable to move, unable to speak.
“Do we know who they are?”
“Not yet.”
With that, you exhale slowly, letting out the breath that has been stuck in you ever since the first subtle shift behind the walls. You know this doesn’t give you much time, hell, it would probably be criminal to call whatever this is some time. But right now, you’ll take anything you can. Because everything feels so fucking unavoidable.
“Run it through the system.” The second voice requests. “Faces, behavior, track everything.”
“They won’t make it out without us knowing,” The first voice finishes. You hear the faint scraping of the chairs, footsteps that are closer and closer as time passes by, movement that’s too animatic to be real, it all hits your ear in a hue. Suddenly, the door clicks, and they’re gone just like that.
For a second, it feels like they’re still right behind the wall, their presence burning holes through your body without even catching sight of your eyes. Like they’re still listening, still watching, waiting.
But then, somewhere between the third and fourth breath you exhale, the sound starts fading and fading until they’re finally out of your reach.
But you don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, because it’s still not quiet enough. The constellation of Jungkook’s uneven breaths mixed with yours rip through the air until it feels unbearable to exist in the same space anymore.
Because now, your fingers curl tighter against Jungkook’s shirt for a different reason entirely. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes filled with something that indicates he understood everything at exactly the same time as you. And it’s nowhere near controlled.
“They flagged the room.” You whisper, wide eyes looking up at him in a way that causes Jungkook to curse at himself for thinking with his dick in a situation like this.
His jaw tightens. “Yeah.”
Your mind races, trying to recollect everything until they stick together again. “And the system-”
He cuts you off. “It’s already running.”
Your voice drops as you start blinking so fast it hurts. “Shit, Jungkook, what do we do? They fucking saw us.”
You hate how he doesn’t deny it, how he doesn’t even try to soften it. Because it’s there, everything already happened in a way that’s way too ugly to be repairable, way too real to be covered with a lie.
Jungkook calls your name, slow and calculated. “They’re looking for us.”
The way those words land is so much worse than whatever you had registered previously, leading your chest to tighten until it leaves no space for your breath to exist in your lungs. Everything you just did, everything you just heard– You’re not ahead anymore, you’re inside it, you’re caught right in the middle of everything you were told to stay away from.
You make a mental note of torturing yourself for the way your chest flutters when Jungkook’s hand finds yours, grip firm like he’s scared to let you go, like he’s scared something might happen to you.
“We need to move.” He says, eyes scanning around the room for anything that’s even the smallest thread. But when it comes to actually moving, neither of you really act on it.
Because you both know the mission isn’t the only thing at risk anymore.
god i don't even know where to begin talking about this damn fic ,, literally read it back in 2022 when it first got posted and have re read it COUNTLESS times ,, i read A LOT of fics but i always come back to this ,, just TEEEWWE fucking good gawd i need to be the bambi to my jk
in which your nerd boyfriend attempts to help you study for an upcoming examination. but unfortunately him, his glasses and the fact that you’re ovulating is getting in the way, big time.
pairing : nerd!jungkook x fem!oc
warnings : bigdick!jungkook, he’s a big talker, he’s a dom but he switches the moment he finds out she wants to take control, so kinda sub!koo ( jus a lil tho ) yearning koo, they both beg for each other, titty worshipping, she gives him head and he’s absolutely whooped for her, koo’s a big talker and he loves her so much :( mentions of breeding, breeding kink, he cums in her ( wrap it uppp )
a/n : jus a lil drabble I whipped up yesterday ;)) trust me on this and loop the song 'glory box'. also literally say absolutely nothing about the law related questions im a law major so this was the first thing I thought of & if anything is wrong.. don’t even… im crying in college enough 😢. LOL jk. happy reading! x
today’s problem? revision for the upcoming law exam you have on monday.
you’re trying to focus, you swear.
but it really doesn’t help when you have a boyfriend that is both good-looking and smart, in front of you all the goddamn time.
you’re simply staring at your lamp on the desk casting an annoying glow over your thick law textbooks that are spread out between you.
your boyfriend, jungkook, was leaning over a pile of notes, his voice low and steady as he broke down the difference between tort law and contract law.
and god were you distracted.
he looked good. too good.
the black compression shirt he was wearing left nothing to the imagination, hugging his chest and shoulders in a way that made it impossible to breathe.
he’s also wearing the baggy grey sweatpants you bought for him a year ago. the only thing you regret, was not buying him a tighter fitting one.
and the worst fucking part. those glasses.
the thin frames sat low on the bridge of his nose, making him look focused and intelligent. just your fucking type.
he looked completely out of reach, and that just made absolutely no sense considering you’re his girlfriend.
"so, you don’t need to have a written agreement to sue someone in tort, both parties... are you listening, bun?"
his voice drifted over you, but the actual words weren't sinking in.
all you could hear was the rhythm of his breathing and the scratch of his pen against the paper.
you shifted in your seat, your thighs pressing together as a dull, heavy ache started to settle deep in your core.
the grey sweatpants he was wearing hung low on his hips.
and every time he moved, you caught a glimpse of the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves.
shit. you don’t know how much longer you can take.
"i'm trying, koo,” you whispered, your voice sounding thick even to your own ears. "it's just... i can't focus. my head is everywhere."
jungkook let out a soft, patient sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.
he looked at you with those big, doe eyes, softened by the lenses of his glasses.
"i know you hate this chapter," he murmured, softly. "but i promise, once we get through this chapter, it’ll be worth it. you're gonna ace your test on monday, m’kay?"
he was being so sweet, so sweet, and it only made the tension in your body feel more unbearable.
you looked at him, then let your gaze drop to his lap before quickly snapping your eyes back up to his.
"what if... what if i sit somewhere else? maybe i'll be able to concentrate better if i'm closer," you suggested, your heart hammering against your ribs.
jungkook tilted his head, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "oh yeah? and where exactly did you have in mind?"
you didn't say anything, just looked down at his lap again.
he let out a tiny, breathless laugh, shaking his head slightly. "you wanna sit on my lap? is that it?"
you nodded rapidly, biting your lip to keep from whining out loud.
"you promise you'll pay attention if i let you?" he asked, his tone still soft.
he’s always soft with you.
you nodded again, your hands gripping the edge of your chair.
"mm. okay then. whatever you want, bun," he said, pushing his chair back just enough to make room.
he opened his arms wide, a small, inviting gesture. "c'mere."
you didn't need to be told twice. you scrambled over, settling yourself onto his thighs.
you could immediately feel the hardness beneath you, his cock protruding slightly.
the fabric of his sweatpants was slightly rough against your skin.
“you comfortable?" he asked, his hands finding your waist immediately.
"mhmm," you breathed out, reaching back to grab his tattooed arm and pulling it firmly around your waist, holding him against you.
his thumb slipped just an inch under the hem of your tank top, his skin hot against your bare waist. he started to caress the skin there in slow, rhythmic circles.
he picked the pen back up and pointed at the page again, resuming his explanation.
surprisingly, it worked for a second.
just a second, though.
with him right there, his voice vibrating through your back, you actually managed to focus.
“alright, do I need to have a written agreement to sue someone in tort?” he questioned, eyes on you.
“no. right? tort law applies even between two strangers, for example when two people get into an accident, both drivers are able to sue without a written agreement.”
you let the words flow out of your mouth naturally.
"there we go! good girl," he praised softly, his breath hitting the shell of your ear.
“see, I told you. you just needed a little more practice, bun.”
he was praising you, and you were simply breaking.
the words sent a shiver down your spine. that simple praise was the ultimate breaking point.
the wetness between your legs became impossible to ignore, a heavy pulse that needed to be dealt with.
he continued talking and without thinking, your hips began to move. just a slightly. you were testing the friction.
jungkook didn't stop talking at first, but his thumb stopped circling your waist. it pressed down, firm and steady.
you moved again, a little faster this time, your breath hitching as you felt his hard cock beneath the sweatpants.
his voice wavered. "...and the... the court ruled that... bun, stop moving so much."
you didn't listen. you couldn't. you just hummed a small, quiet sound of protest and kept grinding down, your eyes fluttering shut.
the room went silent. the only sound was the the soft friction of fabric against fabric.
jungkook quietly set the pen down on the desk. he wasn't looking at the book anymore.
he was looking at you.
he could see the way your hands were white.
from gripping your own kneecaps as you tried to chase the feeling.
both of his hands moved to your waist now, his grip tightening to steady you, to keep you from sliding off.
"b-baby..." he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
"mm, you promised you'd listen, hm? what're you trying to do to me, pretty girl?"
you let out a broken whine, your head falling back against his shoulder.
your skin was flushed, and the ache was becoming too much to handle.
"m' sorry," you managed to choke out, your eyes still tightly shut. "just— been thinking about this all night. can't... can't really think right now."
jungkook groaned, a low, guttural sound that started deep in his chest. he leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"f-fuck— bad… bad fucking girl.” he murmured, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp.
he didn't push you off. instead, he shifted his weight, his hands sliding from your waist down to your hips, guiding your movements.
“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? hm?” he whispers, throwing his head back as you grind faster, keeping a steady pace.
“n-need to feel you closer, kookie. please?”
he absolutely loses it.
how could he not? when his girl is whining and begging for his cock so sweetly.
“y-yeah, mm. take this off f’me pretty.”
his hands push at your waist, making you stand in front of him, impatiently turning you around as he slides your tiny shorts off of you.
his actions are slow, his hands rest at your waist, pulling you closer. his eyes looking up at you, innocently.
your fingers habitually move to under his chin, tilting his head upwards at you even more.
he takes this opportunity to drive you even crazier, kissing your bare waist as his eyes never leave yours.
“s-stop, staring at me like that.”
“like what, baby?” he says in between kisses.
“like you— fuck!” you yell, the moment you feel his hands strip down your underwear.
he immediately kisses up your pubic bone, and around your pussy, ever so softly. but he never touches you were you want to be touched.
not yet.
your fingers entangle in his hair, pulling him away despite the pleasuring feeling.
you drop to your knees abruptly, getting wetter at the sight of his glasses resting on his slightly puzzled face.
“wanna take care of you— please you. thank you, for helping me. can I? please, kookie? pretty please, with a cherry on top?”
you plead, softly. you’re doing that thing with your voice that you always do whenever you want something to go your way.
does it work?
jungkook throws his head back, letting out a whine. before pulling his thick cock out from his black underwear.
your hands immediately find its way around his length, teasing. not touching.
“uh— please bun. mm. want your mouth, or your hands. or— fuck, anything. just.. please do something before actually lose my mind. please baby. please.”
yeah, it does work.
you hear him plead and you swear the world starts spinning, your vision gets blurry the moment you spit on his cock and lick up his length.
“f-fuck… baby, shit. y-our mouth, p-please. take it, please.” he begs.
you let yourself finally swallow his cock, but you barely make it halfway. you’ve not even reached the halfway mark, and tears are already forming.
“uh… you’re not even halfway there, baby. shit you’re fucking tiny. t-taking my cock so well, taking care of me so well, bun.”
his hands gently hold your hair up and into a ponytail, slightly pushing down as you start to bob your head a little faster.
you feel your pussy dripping onto his white marble floor as you hear his pleads, you take it as a sign to move faster, using your hands to knead his balls.
and you know that that was the move the moment you feel his cock twitch inside of your mouth.
“princess— gonna fucking, cum. want you to swallow it yeah? think you can do that f’me?”
you simply nod, whining slightly at his words.
his words causing you to bite down slightly near the tip of his cock, making him release instantly.
“fuck! fuck!” he throws his head back as he pushes your head even deeper, spilling into your mouth.
you release your mouth from his cock, hearing a ‘pop’ sound.
you quickly swallow his release, sticking your tongue out to show him you swallowed everything.
he mutters a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath and wraps his hand gently around your throat to pull you up for a messy kiss.
he wastes no time, using his tattooed arms to lift you up and throw you onto his bed.
he pulls your tank top down, immediately taking a nipple into his mouth. swirling, sucking, using his teeth.
“nghh— kookie! mm, w-wait! s-low down!” you whine, back arching 180 degrees as he spits onto the other nipple, giving it an equal amount of attention.
jungkook has always seen you as picturesque. but today, fuck. it was different.
“look at these fucking tits. s-shit— so full f’ me. can’t wait to make you a mama, suck these babies dry and make you keep producing milk until you physically can’t anymore.”
you fucking lose it.
“yeah? you like that? hm? like the thought of me putting a baby in you? I fucking would baby, I want to. so bad.” he whispers, kissing down your body.
“kookie— i, I can’t anymore! I need you, please. please, need you inside me.” you whine, your gut clenching as your back arches at the act of nothing.
his mouth is hovering over your pussy, you could feel his hot breath so clearly. his eyes look up at you. his eyes were practically burning into yours.
“needa stretch this pussy out first, yeah? m’ too big for you, baby.”
your head shakes quickly, as your hands reach out for nothing.
“n-no! please, I c-can take it. really can’t wait anymore, k-koo. please. please. please.” you cry out, his face now on top of yours.
“a-are you, fucking crying?” he whispers.
“baby, fuck. you’re crying for my cock? crying because you need me inside of you so bad?”
he couldn’t believe it, no matter how many times he fucked you, you always end up surprising him.
every. single. time.
“fuck, I’ll fill you up to the brim, bun. that’s a promise.” his voice breaks, as he positions his cock at your entrance.
he finally, pushes into you.
“kookie!” you yell, your cunt stretching open as he’s barely inside of you.
“not even halfway in, bun. loosen up around me please. you’re gonna make me fucking nut already.”
his hands hold your hips gently, but firmly. his thumbs caressing your lower abdomen as he pushes into you a-bit more.
“fffuccckkkk.” you whine.
“t-too, big! wait!” you cry out, but he doesn’t care. he pretends not to.
“I’m— sorry, bun. just a little more, m’kay? doing so well f’ me. gonna fuck you so well, pretty.”
without warning, he slams the remaining of his length into you.
and you immediately fucking cum around him.
“ngh! kookie!”
“what the fuck— baby. did you just fucking cum?”
he glasses almost slid off, not before he pushed it back up, and leaned down to attack your lips into another messy kiss.
“mm, m-move, please.” you whisper.
he doesn't say a word. he just lets out a jagged, shaky breath against your lips and starts to move.
he’s slow at first, pulling out until he’s almost gone before sliding back in. deep.
"you're so tight, baby. fuck, relax around me.” he groans, his voice vibrating through your entire body. "I fuck this pussy all the time and you’re still so fucking tight, huh?"
you can feel the tattoos on his arms flexing as he braces himself over you.
the glasses are still perched on his nose, slightly crooked now, and the sight of him looking so put together while he's fucking you senseless is too much.
you reach up, your fingers trembling as you try to pull him closer, wanting to feel the weight of his chest crushing yours.
"faster, koo... please," you sob out, your head tossing back and forth against the pillows.
he obeys.
his cock moves faster. his balls smacking against your puffy clit as the tip of his cock reaches your cervix.
“f-feel me up here, bun? feel me fucking up inside of y-ou?”
his hand shakily rests on your lower abdomen, trying to feel the bulge his cock is creating.
“s-so d-eep, koo!”
“mhm, gonna split you open pretty. you’d like that, yeah?”
his hands grab the back of your thighs to pull you even closer.
“was your plan all along wasn’t it? wore that tiny tank top and shorts on purpose. r-right?”
“mhm!”
his cock’s starting to get slippery, and he feels his orgasm creeping upon him.
the knot in your stomach’s starting to get tighter, as you listen to him talk.
“c’mon baby, you can do it. shittt. fuck—“
his hips move faster, as his cock pushes even deeper inside of you.
you feel his tip brutally pound your cervix as you watch the glasses fog up slightly.
“gonna fill you up s’ good pretty. needa make sure my cum sticks, yeah? gonna cum s’ deep inside this pretty pussy until you’re dripping, wanna have to push it back inside of you.”
you feel his cock twitch inside of you before you feel hot liquid coat your velvet walls evenly.
“fuck! bun— fuck fuck!” he yells, pushing his twitching cock deeper inside as spurts of cum ooze out of and into your pussy.
he quickly brings his fingers towards your puffy clit and circles it sloppily. and that. that was your last fucking breaking point.
“baby— kookie, I’m gonna, gonna cum!” you feel yourself starting to let go, as your hands grip onto his biceps.
“cum around my cock, pretty. please”
your body arches, as your pussy sucks his cock in for the last time, as you milk him dry.
he immediately kisses up your body and captures his lips with yours. sucking and pulling at your already swollen lips.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his glasses slightly lopsided and his eyes softened.
"you okay, bun?" he whispers, his voice still a little wrecked.
he doesn't wait for an answer before he’s reaching out to brush the damp hair away from your forehead, his touch so careful it almost makes you want to cry again.
he shifts, sliding out of you with a soft, wet sound that makes you hiss, before pulling you flush against his side and tucking you under the duvet.
his tattooed arm settles firmly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest until there isn't a single inch of space left between you.
"i've got you," he murmurs, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your shoulder. "i've got you, baby."
your textbooks are still open on the desk, the lamp still casting that annoying glow over the notes you were supposed to be memorizing.
he sighs slightly, “you were supposed to be focusing. you know?”
his words earned a soft giggle out of you, “m’sorry. couldn’t help myself. but m’ glad you fucked me instead.”
his lips curve upwards slightly, chuckling.
before rolling his eyes at you playfully and using his fingers to gently close your eyes.
“yeah. of course you are.”
( got a lil lazy after proofreading and stopped in the middle so please ignore literally any mistakes & pretend you saw absolutely nothing ill give you a fat kiss if you do 🥺 )
pairing: benito ocasio x black!fem!reader. summary: benito bought you an anklet for when y’all fuck. all smut, no plot. cw: 18+, mdni, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk in spanish, fingering, crampie
Benito's eyes lock onto yours as he kneels in front of you, his fingers brushing your ankle. Your tight curls frame your face, bouncing slightly as you shift on the bed. He holds up the delicate anklet, silver links sparkling with tiny charms that catch the dim light. “Mira esto, mi reina,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Para ti, para que brille cuando te coja duro.” You bite your lip, heat pooling between your thighs at his words.
He fastens the anklet around your ankle, his touch lingering on your smooth brown skin. Then, with a grin, he stands and pulls you up, guiding you back until your legs wrap around him. He lifts one of your legs, draping it over his broad shoulder, the anklet dangling just above his collarbone like a secret trophy. “Así, perfect,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips as he presses you against the bed. His mouth crashes into yours, tongue diving deep, tasting you hungrily. You moan into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair. He breaks away, nipping at your neck, his breath hot against your ear. “Vas a gemir para mí, ¿verdad? Mi pussy delicioso tan apretada, lista para mi verga.”
You whimper, as he yanks your top off, exposing your full breasts. His hands cup them roughly, thumbs circling your dark nipples until they harden. He sucks one into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch. “Benny—”Benito chuckles darkly, his accent thick with lust. “Look at this pretty thing,” he says, fingering the charms before sliding his hand down to your shorts. He tugs them off, exposing your bare pussy, slick and ready. “Tan mojada para mí, mi amor. Voy a follarte hasta que no puedas caminar.” His fingers part your folds, rubbing your clit in slow circles that make your hips buck.
“aaah—” you cry out, gripping the sheets. He dips two fingers inside you, curling them against your walls, pumping steadily. Your juices coat his hand, the wet sounds filling the room. “shiit—” you whimper, your body trembling as pleasure builds.He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to your lips. “Prueba lo dulce que eres.” You suck them clean, tasting yourself, while he lines up his cock at your entrance. With one thrust, he buries himself deep, stretching your tight pussy around his girth. “¡Joder, qué rico!” he groans, his head falling forward.You scream his name, the fullness overwhelming as he starts to move, pulling out slow before slamming back in. Your leg over his shoulder lets him hit deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. The anklet jingles softly, a rhythmic chime matching his pace.
“¡Sí, toma toda mi verga!” Benito pants, his hands pinning your thighs wide. Sweat beads on his skin, dripping onto your chest as he pounds into you. You moan loudly, “ouu—yes, Benito,” your tight curls sticking to your forehead. He leans down, capturing your nipple again, sucking hard while his hips snap forward relentlessly.
Your walls clench around him, the pressure coiling tight in your belly. “Aanh, I'm close,” you whimper, nails digging into his back. He speeds up, grunting with each plunge. “Córrete para mí, mi reina. Quiero sentir cómo te aprietas en mi polla.”The words push you over, your orgasm crashing through you. You cry, pussy pulsing as you cum hard, soaking his cock. Benito follows seconds later, thrusting deep one last time. “¡Me vengo, carajo!” he roars, spilling hot cum inside you, filling you up until it leaks out around him.He collapses beside you, your leg still draped over him, the anklet glinting. Both of you breathe heavy, bodies tangled, the aftershocks making you shiver. “Perfecto,” he whispers, kissing your curls.
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