↣ despite the ups and downs, it’s nothing like what you and Yoongi have been through before, all that matters is the love you have for him, but you’re yet to find out if he feels the same.
01 - 02 - 03
pairing — dilf!yoongi x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, angst, bff2l
word count — 10K
warnings/tags — strong language, new-ish relationship, domestic yoongs, y/n just being whipped for hot dad yoongi, insecurities, possessive y/n, hand kink, dom!yoongi, explicit smut — light BDSM themes, dirty talk, breast kink, nipple play, semi-public action, finger sucking, oral (f), fingering, edging, nipple clamps, biting/scratching, hickeys, praise kink, doggy style, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n — I’ve been writing a lot of angst these days & I just wanted something sweet. I mean I couldn’t avoid the angst here either but enjoy dad yoongs.
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If someone told you a few years ago, that you’d be sitting next to Min Yoongi, his arm snug around your shoulder, tucked into his side, sharing a bowl of fruit, love, that isn’t platonic, budding in your heart, you would’ve told them that they’re crazy. Because he’s your best friend and nothing more. Yet, today, he’s all that and more. The serendipitous love of your life. You’re grateful that you didn’t settle for anything less than the standards society would class as “unattainable,” because all along, Yoongi was the man you envisioned.
You watch him press his thumb into the skin of his second tangerine, brows furrowed as if it were an intricate task requiring every bit of your attention. He tilts his head to look at you and yours snaps forward, suddenly shy after his eyes are on you.
Summary: “Perhaps he’s biased, but Yoongi’s pretty damn sure he could solve all your problems if you’d just give him a few hours to blow your back out”
a/n: body image/weight talk, i need to stop in general
prologue, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
You feel the hairs on the back of your neck bristle for the fifth time that night and turn to glare at Yoongi from where he’s seated on your couch. He smiles oddly at you for a moment before returning his gaze to his phone. You frown at his cryptic behavior and scrub a hand over the back pocket of your slacks; feeling for crumbs, stray threads, a rip, literally anything that could be the reason for why he was constantly staring. When you don’t find anything out of the ordinary, you send him a warning scowl and return to work.
It’s not that you don’t like Yoongi looking at you, but things are complicated. The novelty of Yoongi’s near-devilish charm still hasn’t died off, still just as potent as ever. After spending most of your life as “the shy one”, you haven’t completely shaken the habit of getting flustered when people paid special attention to you. All of this combined that means that all Yoongi has to do is look at you like any enamored boyfriend would and you’ll squirm. Usually, you can ease some of the irrational stress by reminding yourself that he’s looking at you ‘like that’ simply because he wants to. Lately, though, he seems to be looking because he’s trying to figure out some sort of conundrum. You wonder if he’s quietly scrutinizing your new weight gain.
You’re not completely naïve and you’re pretty in tune with your body. You’re very much aware that you’ve put on some weight since starting the project. You might not mind so much if Yoongi wasn’t surrounded by tiny trainee girls in the music video released for this comeback season. From a logical standpoint, you know nothing would happen for a few reasons. The first being that Yoongi isn’t interested in the much younger girls on set. The second reason being that Yoongi is very fond of you. The third being that he has absolutely no time for ‘something on the side’. But you can’t help but wonder if maybe both your hectic schedules and your skittish demeanor would ever make him turn to other people.
Yoongi watches from the couch as you think yourself into a downward spiral about something probably not work-related. He knows he’s partially to blame for you spacing out with a worried look on your face. It’s because you caught him staring. Again.
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
◇ word count: 18.748
◇ warnings: implied smut
◇ disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.
I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!
You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.
The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.
Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this perfect moodboard
Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: sex in a public place (not visible to others), dirty talk (slight degradation), thigh grinding, oral (female), fingering, spanking, some breast play, multiple orgasms
TW: parental gaslighting
Word Count: 13,231
Author’s Note: links to be updated at a later date!
title: three tangerines
pairing: yoongi x reader
rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au
summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine)
warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao
note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno @chateautae and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return.
note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!
total word count: 12k
drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est
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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.
the one where you just couldn’t wait to have hoseok inside you again.
[ boyfriend!hoseok x reader ] 2.3k words. | 18+ | fluff, smut (pwp-ish), established relationship au, domestic, takes place in a pandemic setting | warning/s: profanities, explicit sexual content, oral (m. + f. receiving), you’re bent over the desk lmao, soft dom!hoseok who is also having fun making you kinda suffer, choking, degradation kink + praise kink too, unprotected sex, creampie | not edited hehe
You usually weren’t this needy.
Maybe because you were ovulating, you thought, that made you so restless. You have been staring at the television for a few minutes now, desperately trying to understand what the movie was about and what the characters were saying, but whatever it was that caused Character A and Character B to yell at each for a whole minute after the scene started, you didn’t know because you were too damn horny to think of anything else other than your boyfriend who was currently working inside the other room.
A few months after the pandemic started, you and Hoseok decided to move in together. It wasn’t a drastic change honestly, since with how you’ve constantly found yourself waking up on his bed every morning before then, you’ve practically just made your own apartment some sort of a huge ass closet and changing area where you took a bath and returned to Hoseok’s place quickly afterwards
Now, it’s been five months, and life is good despite the situation of the world not being ideal.
You were sharing a home with the love of your life, your families and most of your friends were healthy, and your company had allowed the work from home set-up to happen in your department that also granted you a very flexible schedule, hence why you were already done with your agenda for the day and was instead chilling in the living room.
Life is good indeed.
And you were still horny as fuck.
You sighed. This must have been because of the unfinished business that occurred earlier, in which you opened your eyes to greet another day ahead of you, only to feel Hoseok’s morning wood touching your ass.
It wasn’t intentional, of course. You could tell because when you sneaked a peek behind you, Hoseok was still sleeping (a rare instance, really), and when you did the subtle movement of pushing your rear end closer to him, the guy didn’t react nor stirred.
Anyhow, you were too tired to initiate anything and you didn’t want to wake him up just to satisfy your dirty desires at such an early hour either. So, you carried on with your day, thinking that you would just move on from it quickly and wouldn’t be bothered by it until you got back to bed at night and maybe hint the subject there.
But it’s 7:36 PM and you were still thinking about it. Still thinking about that freaking hardness you felt right up your clothed slit and—oh my god. You think you were going to go crazy if you weren’t going to get railed in the next hour.
Standing up and turning off the television, you pushed any kind of hesitation away and walked towards Hoseok’s home office, your own set of monitor, laptop, and keyboard found in the same room for your job as well.
Once you opened the door, your gaze automatically fell on Hoseok and his concentrated expression while he typed something on his keyboard, his attention not even being stolen by you as you closed the door behind you rather loudly and padded your way over him, your arms wrapping around his shoulder before you planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Doing okay, baby?” you asked, another kiss planted on his temple.
Hoseok hummed. “Uh, huh.”
“How long are you going to work?”
“For, um, another 30 minutes or so? I’m just going to reply to this email and whatever the response be will dictate my future.” He laughed, head turning to you, just in time when you leaned forward to properly kiss him on the mouth. “Why? Are you hungry, babe?” He reached for your head and caressed it for a quick second.
You shrugged. “Kind of.”
“Should we start preparing for dinner then? I can leave for a few minutes to help you in the kitchen.”
“No, no, that’s okay. I was thinking we can just call for delivery or something. It’ll be my treat.”
He looked amused. “Your treat, huh? Why? Did something good happen?”
“Not exactly, but I’m hoping something will.”
Hoseok raised his eyebrows and you grinned, kissing him again.
He reciprocated, kissing you back just as you slowly made your way in front of his office chair, skillfully raising the arm rests and sitting on his lap that made him break off the kiss to look at what you were doing.
“Babe,” he was chuckling, pecking your lips nonetheless in fondness when he got the message, “seriously? You want to fuck right now?”
“Hobi,” you whined his name, “I think I’m going to die if you don’t touch me.”
That made him laugh louder. “So romantic. I knew I made the right choice in loving you.”
“It can just be a quickie.”
“But… I don’t like quickies.”
“But I also can’t wait for another hour.”
“I can’t focus on you if we do it.”
“You don’t have to. I just really need to feel you against me.” You began kissing his neck, tongue gliding on his skin that made him throw his head back, sighing as he put his hands on your hips, rubbing them.
“____, that’s unfair,” he groaned, melting underneath you.
You giggled, staring at him and pressing a sensual kiss on his mouth. “You can just sit back and watch.” You stood up, only to kneel before him and gently start tugging his sweatpants down.
Whatever complaint that you were expecting from him doesn’t get heard, instead he bit his lip, lifting his butt for you to slide his bottoms and undergarment lower more easily. He continued to watch as you grabbed a hold of his flaccid dick, puckering your lips on it and spitting on the shaft.
“You want to, don’t you?” you questioned after a few seconds of silence and Hoseok just staring at you. “To fuck me, I mean.”
“Yes.” He didn’t miss a beat; he proceeded on pushing your hair behind you to get it out of your face. “You know I’d always want to.”
You smirked, taking him inside your mouth.
His cock grew faster than you anticipated in the seconds you were fondling it. You jerked him off, sucked his balls, played with the tip with your tongue, and smiled up at him while maintaining eye contact as much as you could.
Hoseok was enjoying every moment of it. His breathing was getting shaky, his hands eventually guided your head to bob on his manhood in the pace that he preferred; sinful moans accompanied by sweet praises kept on tumbling off his lips—such a good girl, you look so gorgeous, you just fucking love that cock, don’t you?
“Fuck,” he hissed when you felt him hit the back of your throat.
You whimpered, reaching down between your legs to have some sense of relief but before you could do it, your face was abruptly being pulled back from his cock and he was kissing you sloppily, grunting and urging you to stand up with him.
“Shorts off and bend over. Now.” He husked.
You swallowed hard and immediately did what he said, wobbly turning to his desk and taking everything below your waist off. Your fingers gripped on the edge of his office table as you pushed your ass back, the sounds of clothes rustling entering your ears until the palm of his hand slaps an ass cheek of yours harshly, emitting a loud moan from you.
Two of his fingers rubbed on your entrance and you exhaled. “You’re dripping,” he stated.
Your jaw went slack when his mouth covered your pussy, suckling and making you wetter than you are. You thought that it wasn’t necessary, given that he did just say that you were dripping already, but knowing your boyfriend, he would always take the extra measure of ensuring that the experience would be 100% comfortable for you.
After all, he did have a pretty big cock.
“Hobi,” you whined. “P-Please. Just fuck me.”
He drew his tongue away from your folds. “You’re so impatient, baby.”
“Please.”
“Wouldn’t even let me have my fun.” He tsked playfully but you did feel him stand up behind you, his shaft gliding on your wet heat to lubricate it further. “What’s making you act like a fucking whore, hm?”
You clenched around nothing, your degrading kink sparking something inside your abdomen.
“____,” he sang your name, his cock still just rubbing against your pussy, “answer me.”
God, you wanted to cry.
“Hobi,” you whined his name again, “just—I need you so much.”
“Why? You’re acting like I haven’t been taking care of you for like ten years or something.”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?” He still wasn’t fucking pushing it in.
You groaned, glaring back at him to see that he had a shit eating grin on his face. Was this a punishment for seducing him in the middle of work? “Do I have to have a valid reason to want you inside me?”
“Not really.” He glanced below him, the tip sneaking past the lips but still not inside. “Just wanted to know what got you so desperate.”
“I’m more than happy to explain after you fuck me, babe.”
“Do you want it rough?”
The question was so nonchalant. You seriously were going to cry out of horniness.
He grinned upon your pained expression, finally thrusting his hips towards you and you moaned, your hold on the desk tightening.
Hoseok let out a smooth breath, squeezing your waist and bending down to kiss your exposed neck. However, he wasn’t moving yet like you hoped, and since you really were impatient and desperate and so damn needy, you were the one who began wiggling your ass against him, trying to get some friction that you’ve been dying to have since morning.
“Stop moving,” he ordered, his nails digging on your flesh.
You obliged unwillingly, his tone intimidating you.
He slapped your ass as he leaned away to stand properly once more. “Be good. You’ve been doing so well, babe.”
Tears were prickling your eyes.
But then he was at last pushing his cock in and out of you, slowly at first yet every slam was deep, your skin smacking together audibly inside the room. You bit your lip, ecstasy building up already thanks to your existing sensitivity; his girth filled you up so so amazingly that the tears that were threatening to spill seconds ago were now gushing down your cheeks, only this time because of satisfaction rather than deprivation.
Hoseok’s speed increased. “Hm, you feel like heaven,” he praised.
You nodded senselessly, as if he was asking if he was the one who felt like heaven between the two of you.
“Come here.” A hand slithered to your stomach to haul you up and half of your body followed to where he was leading it, the previous hand skating along your chest and landing on your throat as he pressed you against him, his other set of fingers arriving on your clit.
Your head lolled on his shoulder and Hoseok pressed a wet kiss on your jaw.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grunted, pounding and fucking in deliciously. “You wanted to be used like a little slut?”
You whimpered, all of the sensations that you were experiencing taking over your sanity. You knew you were close and you were sure that Hoseok knew as well. He was artfully strumming on your nerves, alternating between grinding on your heat and thrusting up to touch that spot that drove out the loudest and most lewd noises you could muster—and fuck, his hand that was holding your neck captive and his teeth that were grazing your earlobe did wonders to your mind as well.
You were going to come.
“Hobi,” you cried, “I, I’m—don’t stop!”
Both of his hands left their current places to settle on your hips again. You instinctively fell forward back on the desk one more, clutching for life as Hoseok went into a frenzy. The coil then snapped on the spur of the moment, your thighs shaking and your eyes crossing at the irreplaceable pleasure. You heard Hoseok curse at what your walls were doing to his dick, and using every bit of energy left, you glance over your shoulder to stare at him.
“Inside,” you said, out of breath, “do it inside, please.”
Hoseok’s eyes darkened and he launched himself towards you, kissing your mouth hungrily as his cock twitched and his hips didn’t falter. In one last motion, he too fell apart behind you, unconsciously biting your lip while shooting his load inside per request, not daring to pause until you milked every cum out of him and he slowly became soft, pulling out with a stagger and an appeased sigh.
His cum was trailing down your thighs but you were too engulfed with your orgasm to function. You only went back to reality when Hoseok gently lifted you from your position and a towel was being brushed against your heat. You weren’t sure where Hoseok got it though you couldn’t bring yourself to ask, just spinning around to kiss him.
“Is my girl satisfied now?” he teased, cleaning you up softly.
“I love you.”
He chuckled, pressing another kiss on your mouth. “Go get the bathtub ready. I’ll join in a sec.”
You raised your brows. “Aren’t you busy? I thought you still had an email to wait for.”
“I can just go back to it later. I think I have more important matters to attend to.”
You couldn’t hide the smile conquering your features. “Yeah?”
He hummed in a ‘yes’ tone, peppering your throat with languid smooches. “I’ll give you the fuck you really deserve.”
You almost sprawled down on the floor due to your jelly legs.
“Does that sound good?” He caught your stare, playful and grinning.
You huffed, snatching the towel from him, the smile glued on your mouth. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
Hoseok snickered and slapped your ass as you walked out of the room; the second you were gone, he turned to his laptop and went to his status, setting it to ‘away’ before leaving and coming after you as promised.
note. it’s been a long time since i expressed my simpery over hobi through a drabble so here we are :----)
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genre: smut, humor, crack, the barest hint of angst, oneshot
summary: Jin has had a very specific fantasy for a long time, and he’s decided that he wants to make it a reality. Will your relationship be strong enough for the strain this puts on it? Or will the two of you come out of it stronger than ever?
rating: 18+
word count: 7k
warnings: sexual content consisting of role-play, oral sex (m & f receiving), face-fucking, dirty talk, use of a pet name, unprotected penetrative sex within an established relationship, squirting, mild degradation, inappropriate use of a princess peach costume, and use of a vibrating mario mustache. also contains jokes about kink-shaming, swearing, minor domestic disputes, embarrassing gifts and phone calls in a work place, and discussions of bowser’s dilf status. no goombas were harmed in the making of this fic.
notes: Here it is!! My first completed fic! This would not have been possible without the support of the NaNoWriMo server group! What started as an off-hand quip ended up turning into this whirlwind drafting process and um … this is the result. I fucking appreciate every single on of you, and I hope you enjoy reading this. Much love!
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You and Seokjin had been dating for almost two years, and it had honestly been phenomenal thus far. You’d moved in with each other, you’d bought plants together, and had even considered adopting a dog together. While it wasn’t perfect (indeed, no relationship is), it was definitely your strongest and most resilient relationship to date. You thought that the two of you could withstand any and all challenges that presented themselves to you. During a lazy Saturday breakfast, however, your boyfriend came to you with an absurd proposition that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around.
“You want me to pretend to be Peach. So you can fuck me as Mario.”
pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader
words: 2.2k
a/n: this is mostly an interlude (”his pov”) chapter, but the drabble does briefly return to our usual reader pov for a bit at the end.
moonlit throne index. this is drabble 42. start from the beginning?
His shivering hands buried in the folds of his royal robes, the king stands alone outside the doors to Hamhwadang Hall, slightly afraid to make his presence known to the woman inside.
Was he too hasty in running directly here after dismissing his last meeting? Are you even here? But he could not help himself—for the first time in so long, Yoongi has a moment of respite. An evening’s worth of hours to breathe, to be not the king but himself, and there is nowhere else he could fathom going. No one in this universe he would rather see. Even if he hates what he has had to do to gain this time.
“But it wasn’t that you necessarily regretted sleeping with Hoseok. No, you very much enjoyed it—maybe too much—which is why it was wrong. So fucking wrong.”
[rich boy!hoseok x reader]
genre: country club!au, smut, slightly angsty, some fluff
word count: 12.8k
rating: mature
warnings: sex. lots and lots of unprotected sex lmao (please use protection), slight rough sex, some jealousy, rich prick asshole jung hoseok, mentions of alcohol, language, golf terminology (i’m sorry if it’s wrong idk anything about golf LMAO) oblivious mutual pining lol
a/n: omg this fic absolutely consumed me these last few weeks. i haven’t been able to think about anything else, which is why i haven’t been super active lol. so glad i finished this before the upcoming valentine’s holiday and hobi’s birthday <3 loved writing this so much! rich asshole hoseok has my heart. xoxo
Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn't be such a problem if you weren't into him since the day you'd met him.
⤑ word count: 22.3k
⤑ genre: some angst, mature topics, friends to lovers, (mutual) pining, smut
⤑ warnings: MFF threesome, oral (M and F receiving), same-sex kissing, unprotected sex (always wrap it, folks), a lot of dirty talk, weird relationship dynamics, extremely mature topics
⤑ rating: 18+
Being into your friend’s boyfriend was wrong, you knew that.
Wanting to fuck him? That was just vile.
Still, it wasn’t something that you could help. It wasn’t like you could magically stop thinking the dude was the hottest man that’s ever graced planet Earth or stop wondering how it would feel to even touch him. It just wasn’t happening, your mind wasn’t letting go.
Of course, you’d never act on those urges. It was fine, you were used to it. Hana always got the best of the best and you were stuck with the rest—that was actually a running joke between the two of you, friends from elementary school.
She, an attractive rich girl who loved to experiment, mostly because she always got everything she wanted and quickly got bored of it. Because of this, she always tried to find new things to try and rebel against her family. You, on the other hand, never felt as attractive or wealthy as her, least of all adventurous.
While Hana was no stranger to one-night stands, threesomes, and things you blushed even hearing about, you stuck to monogamy and sex with people you had at least some kind of feelings for. Well, almost always.
You rarely felt crazy attraction towards someone, so you dated guys who seemed nice and thoughtful. Sex was secondary anyway, right?
You’d never even met a guy who could get you to have an orgasm and you knew it was all in your head. Hana told you so herself—it’s not the guy’s fault you can’t relax. Just tell him what you want and he’ll do it and get you to come. If you just lay there and let him play, he’ll never get it right.
She was wise, you had to give her that, but it just wasn’t happening for you, mostly because you were never that sexually attracted to guys you dated in the first place.
You rarely felt that towards anyone, until you met Hana’s new toy, Jungkook.
Usually, Hana dated really hot guys that quite frankly disgusted you. They were mostly full of themselves, the real bad-boy type that her father hated, but she seemed to be having fun, so you weren’t going to talk her out of it. Besides, she was never the one to get hurt in those flings of hers, so there was nothing to worry about. The point was, these guys were just not your type.
This time, it was different.
When she introduced you to Jungkook, which happened on their first date, surprisingly, your breath hitched in your throat. How wouldn’t it?
He was tall, dark-haired, attractive with a killer smile, huge eyes, and a rarely seen charisma. You were having coffee with her before her date and he arrived early, so you couldn’t avoid shaking his hand and meeting him.
To your surprise, Jungkook asked you to stay with them for a while, so you did, trying so fucking hard not to drool right in front of your friend and her date. You never did get why he wanted you to stay for an hour during their first date because it was real torture. Of course, you were happy that your friend scored a date with a guy that handsome and charming. On the other hand, you were jealous because you couldn’t do the same.
What was even worse was that Hana not only slept with him that same day but told you all about it. Jungkook was not only charming and attractive but he could also make her come and was hung. Life just wasn’t fair for you, it seemed.
Five days later, Hana told you that you were coming with her to a party where she’d meet up with Jungkook. You were totally against the idea, mostly because you didn’t want to be the third wheel, but also because you didn’t want to be close to Jungkook again and smell his cologne and think about him fucking you, but there was no saying no to Hana, so you had no choice.
Jungkook brought a friend, Taehyung, and even though he was also nice and charming, you couldn’t even focus on him when he was right next to Jungkook.
What was even worse was that Taehyung and Hana were in the mood for dancing, so they spent most of the night doing just that while Jungkook decided to get to know you better. The conversation felt more like an interrogation and it seemed like he wanted to know everything about you, but you knew he wasn’t interested.
Jungkook was clearly into Hana and wanted to get on your good side since you were her best friend, so you answered his questions and slowly let him into your life.
That was four long months ago. During those four months, you managed to hook up with Taehyung once you realized you had to quench your thirst for Jungkook somehow. It just wasn’t right. The worst part about it was that you were starting to feel like he was into you too, which was impossible. Hana and he weren’t exactly the most serious couple out there and their hanging out was either in a group of friends or them fucking, but still—he was her boyfriend.
Taehyung was a great guy, really handsome, way out of your league, and the sex was great, but you just couldn’t come. You couldn’t get yourself to explain to Taehyung what exactly felt good for you and what didn’t, so you just lay there and let him play, as your friend put it. Besides, the fact that you had Jungkook on your mind probably didn’t help Taehyung’s case either. It wasn’t his fault.
The worst part about it? Jungkook found out and talked to you about it at a party Hana dragged you to a long while ago. It seemed like Jungkook and you always spent most of the time at these parties together, getting to know each other better, while Hana danced around and remembered Jungkook existed when it was time to get dicked down, as she politely put it.
“You’re not really into Taehyung, are you?” Jungkook asked that night, watching you over the rim of the glass that was pressed to his lips a second ago. You knew he’d find out about it since he was close to both Hana and Taehyung, but you really didn’t expect him to ask you about it so openly.
“W-why do you think that?” You tried to seem confused, hoping he wouldn’t take it there.
“He told me he couldn’t make you come,” Jungkook went there with a smirk, shamelessly, like you two were life-long friends. “So the first thing that came to mind was that you’re just not that into him.”
“No!” You quickly said and the tone of your voice made Jungkook flinch. “I mean, he’s a great guy, really. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s probably the most handsome guy I’ve ever been with, if I’m honest.”
“Okay, so you two aren’t compatible then…” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and seemed lost in thought for a second or two. “Who’s the most compatible dude you’ve been with?”
“Uhm,” you gulped, afraid of telling Jungkook that nobody has made you come other than yourself and the vibrator his girlfriend got you for your birthday many years ago. “There weren’t th-that many.”
By this point, you’d gotten close to Jungkook, mostly because Hana kept teasing you about private stuff in front of him. You couldn’t blame her—that’s just how she functioned. She’d talk about very private stuff in front of the two of you, and it felt like that connected your little friend group. So, Jungkook already knew your sex life wasn’t that great and that you weren’t into one-night stands. Of course, then you slept with his friend to try to forget him, which didn’t really work the way you planned.
The only problem was, you were so fucking into Jungkook that you got yourself off on thinking about him, especially after you danced with him that one night and he hugged you from behind, letting you feel his boner pressing against your back. You didn’t think it was because of you, of course. Hana was right there with you, wearing a dress that showed a lot more than it covered, and you were sure Jungkook’s massive dick was just reacting to that. You just happened to be in its way, that was all.
“Okay, so none,” Jungkook chuckled, catching you in your lie, which made you look away quickly. “Well, too bad. Taehyung’s the second-best guy I know at pleasuring women. I’ve always heard solely rave reviews from girls who wanted more of him.”
“Who’s the first?” You couldn’t help but ask. What if this friend was someone you found even more attractive than Jungkook? Maybe that was the answer.
“Me,” Jungkook looked you straight in the eyes, this time without the chuckling, which made you think he was serious. You could only wish.
“Too bad,” you responded, unsure of what came over you.
Jungkook smirked and downed the rest of his drink before clearing his throat. “We’ll think of something.”
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And think of something he did, even if it happened months later. Hana’s proposition was replaying in your head as you walked home from work, unable to calm yourself down, unsure of what you wanted to do about it.
She’d dropped by the cafe where you worked on her way to pick up Jungkook’s birthday present, some expensive watch you were sure he wouldn’t even wear. He wasn’t a watch guy, but Hana missed that somehow. Well, you’d probably miss everything about him if you could get his dick whenever you wanted, so you couldn’t blame her for being unable to focus.
The thing was, Hana’s present included something else—you.
“M-me?” You stuttered and sat down across from her, lowering your voice to make sure no one in the cafe could hear you. It was that, and you felt weak in the knees at the very thought of being fucked by Jungkook. “Are you out of your mind?”
“What?” She frowned at you and then waved her hand. “Listen, we talked about having a threesome with a girl. I don’t want some random stranger with us, and neither does Jungkook. I asked him about it and he chose you.”
“I, I can’t do that,” you sighed loudly, feeling like your mind would explode. Here it was, the perfect chance to have your cake and eat it too. You’d get to fuck Jungkook, and it wouldn’t be cheating, you wouldn’t hurt your friend, and you wouldn’t feel bad afterward. But, it was Hana and it was Jungkook and it was you. “We’re all friends.”
“So?” She didn’t get your point, as per usual. Hana was one of those people who took sex as an essential, mundane part of life. She could have sex with someone and then treat them like a friend and introduce them to new potential partners and be totally fine with it, which wasn’t how you functioned. “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.”
“You said you wouldn’t mention that, especially not in public,” you hissed at her, remembering the night she was talking about. It was a long time ago, but you still remembered it clearly.
“Relax, you’ve already run all the customers off with that fake smile you put on,” Hana chuckled, knowing she was right. “No one can hear me, dude. So?”
What she was talking about happened a while back, when you were both single. You went out, got drunk, and started talking to a group of friends but you both had your eye on the same guy. While you were in the bathroom, Hana suggested that you two just fucked him instead of trying to figure out who’d get to date him or anything like that.
You, being the moral paragon that held your friendship in place, opposed the idea but she talked you into it. You weren’t sure what made you change your mind—the alcohol, the fact that the guy was really that good-looking, or pure curiosity stemming from years of wondering how Hana gets so many guys wrapped around your fingers.
“What about Jeonghun?” You mentioned your boyfriend.
Well, not exactly a boyfriend.
He was more of a guy you slept with a month ago, once you realized that your insane crush on Jungkook was pointless and that it was ruining your social life. You tried it with Taehyung a couple of months earlier but it didn’t work. Then, you decided to stay single, but hanging around Jungkook was driving you wild, so you thought it was time to put yourself out there and meet someone.
After sleeping with Jeonghun, you couldn’t accept that it was a one-night stand, so you kept dating him, even though the sex wasn’t that great and, as Jungkook liked to say, you just weren’t that compatible.
“Well, considering he wasn’t even the first obstacle that came to your mind, I’d say your thing isn’t exactly it,” Hana shrugged, knowing she was making a good point. You had no real obligation towards the dude and were, in fact, just dragging it out so you would feel better about sleeping with him so early on. It was a move of a desperate, horny woman who couldn’t get what she wanted… until Hana’s offer, that is. “Besides, I know you’re into Jungkook. You told me you think he’s hot, smart, attractive, and funny, and that’s more than you’ve said about any other guy you know. They’re always missing something and Jungkook has it all. So, why not do it?”
“I don’t want shit to go wrong,” you admitted what you were really feeling, as you knew your friend wouldn’t hold it against you. “I love you so much, you’re my favorite person in the world, and if this would jeopardize our friendship in any way, it’s not a good idea.”
“Babe, I love you too,” Hana reached out and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. “That’s exactly why I want this to be you and not some random girl we don’t know. Besides, it’s what Jungkook wants. Who am I to stand in his way?”
“How are you okay with a threesome being Jungkook’s present?” You asked, feeling curious about it.
Was Jungkook the type of guy who didn’t do monogamy? Judging by his birthday request, it seemed so, which suited you as it made him less appealing in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with a guy who asked you to have a threesome with your friends.
“Well, he got me the same thing,” Hana grinned as if she didn’t just give you the shock of your life.
“He what?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise as this was something you were not in on. “What? This happened a month ago and you didn’t tell me?”
“No, no,” she shook her head at you and laughed. “We talked about it on my birthday. I told him I really dig Jimin. The way he moves… You know. And Jungkook said he could talk to him if that’s what I really wanted. So it happened last week. Now I’m getting the feeling that Jungkook only said yes to that so he could have this. But why not? We’re only young once, we’re all friends, and trust me, if you need good sex, Jungkook is it. So, Saturday?”
You’d told her you’d think about it because Hana wasn’t leaving until she got an answer from you. After all, if you said no, her plan for his birthday present would fall through and she had to think of something else. You understood her position, but you also worried about it greatly.
The cons of this were endless: your friendship with her could suffer, your friendship with Jungkook could suffer, you could fall for Jungkook even more and become desperate, their relationship could break up because of something like this, one or more of you could end up regretting it.
The only pro of the whole thing was that you’d get to sleep with Jungkook, and that was something you really wanted ever since you first saw him. It was immoral, wrong, and it made you hate yourself whenever you thought of him that way, which is why this opportunity seemed a lot more appealing than it should have.
And then, Jungkook texted you, making your decision even harder.
Jungkook: it’s not exactly a surprise if i know about it, but i’ve heard you aren’t that into the idea
Jungkook: there’s no pressure, for real, don’t worry about it if you’re not interested!!
Jungkook: BUT
Jungkook: if you’re just worried about it going wrong or about something getting fucked up in the process, just relax
Jungkook: i’d really like to get this present :)
Jungkook: and you have to try the number one guy who can make you come, just saying
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The party was great, yeah, but there was no way you could focus on anything other than your plans with your favorite couple. You drank enough to feel tipsy but not too much to not know what you were doing, but it still didn’t help—all you could think about was that you were going to fuck Jungkook right in front of your friend.
It didn’t help that Hana felt like dancing again—this time with Jimin, you couldn’t help but notice—so you and Jungkook spent most of the time by the table. Luckily, his friends were around too since it was his birthday, which meant you two weren’t alone. Your nerves were getting the better of you and you weren’t sure what you’d tell Jungkook if you were left alone.
But then, Jungkook asked you to dance in front of everyone, and even though you told him you weren’t feeling like dancing, he asked you to do him a favor for his birthday. You couldn’t say no to that, not in front of all his friends.
When you got on the dancefloor, Jungkook actually danced, as if nothing was going on, so you did the same, deciding not to be the first one to address this thing. You hadn’t responded to his texts.
Instead, you phoned Hana and discussed the whole thing with her before finally agreeing to it.
“You need to relax,” he leaned in to tell you. “Everyone can tell something’s up.”
“Nothing’s up,” you shook your head and faked a grin.
“You know you can always change your mind, right?” Jungkook wrapped his hands around your waist, which made your insides tingle. Why the fuck was he touching you like that? It didn’t help that you were wearing a crop top, which meant his hands were directly on your skin, allowing you to feel his warmth. “What are you so nervous about?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed and leaned in a bit so you could have a somewhat private conversation, even though you both had to raise your voices to be able to hear each other. “I’m not used to doing these things.”
“Being… promiscuous?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I know, don’t worry. As long as you want it, it’s fine. If you don’t, it’s also fine. Just say what you want…”
“No, I….” You took a deep breath, realizing you’d have to say it. “I do want it.”
“Good,” Jungkook grinned. “I want it too. Don’t worry,” he reached in and moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand still on your waist. “I’ll treat you nicely… You know you’re a special friend to me.”
“Do you, uh, treat all your friends this way?” You asked, not knowing what took over you. Who were you to ask him something like that? It wasn’t your place to even think about it, let alone say it. If Hana didn’t worry about this, why did you?
Jungkook seemed taken aback by the question, but he quickly recovered. “No, I don’t. But I don’t usually ask friends to stay on my first date either. And I don’t ask to fuck them. It’s just you.”
You nodded, unsure of how to respond to that. You weren’t going to start believing you were special to him in any way. The two of them clearly had an open relationship and were together solely because of the sex, and you just happened to be around when they were looking for someone to join, that was all.
“Anyway, this party’s cool and all but I can’t wait until we get home,” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when he said that, and you couldn’t help but agree, despite all the anxiety you were feeling.
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So, when you found yourself in Jungkook’s apartment hours later, you felt like your heart was going to explode from all the worrying you’d done.
There was nothing to worry about. The two of them acted like this was a regular night and nothing special was going on. Jungkook went to take a shower and Hana and you had a drink while you waited, during which she poured you both drinks and tried to get you to relax and not worry about anything.
“Please, let me know if you want to back out,” she patted your thigh with a grin. “Like, it’s not a problem. Clearly, Jungkook wants this, but it’s only a good idea if you’re both into it, so don’t worry about disappointing him or me or anything like that. And don’t worry about anything else if you want this, really.”
“What about you?” You asked one last time, still feeling uneasy about sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, but she didn’t seem moved at all.
“I told you, I’m fine with it,” Hana chuckled. “Didn’t I suggest this? Jungkook would never ask you this himself, you know that, right? He has a lot of respect for you. I first had to convince him to let me ask you about it, and then I had to convince you to say yes, but I know you both want to fuck each other.”
“He does?” You asked, feeling a bit confused. Jungkook respected you? You thought you never even crossed his mind when you weren’t around.
“Jungkook safeguards you all the time,” she leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “If any of his friends say something about you, he’s always there to cut them short. Sometimes I feel like he protects your reputation more than he does mine,” this thought made her chuckle even more. “Not that I have a reputation to begin with.”
“Ah, stop saying that,” you shrugged it all off, even though it was hard to stop thinking about Jungkook standing up for you when you weren’t there.
Jungkook came back wrapped in a towel and suggested you go take a shower next, which you gladly accepted. There was no way you were getting it on right after dancing at the club. The shower helped you relax since you at least felt clean after it, even though your mind and heart were still racing.
You left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, unsure of what was expected of you. This schedule meant that you were alone with Jungkook when it was Hana’s turn, and you found it hard not to stare at him sitting there half-naked, only a towel separating you from his cock.
This was also the first time you got to see all his tattoos and his chiseled chest. God really had his favorites, that much was clear from one look at half-naked Jungkook.
Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it when he noticed you were getting lost in thought, and his touch made you shiver. You weren’t expecting him to be so straightforward right away. “Hey, you okay?”
You nodded right away before sighing because you knew it was pointless to try to lie to Jungkook who already knew you well. “Yeah, I’m just nervous… You know me.”
“I do,” he grinned, clearly not feeling the same way as you. You wished you could be the kind of person who doesn’t get nervous about fucking friends, but alas, there were things you couldn’t change. “If you change your mind, we can stop at any point. It’s supposed to be something fun, not something that worries you this much.”
You nodded again, completely understanding where he was coming from. Jungkook wasn’t going to go through with this thing if you looked so unenthusiastic about it. Threesomes were all about three people having fun and not two people loving it and one being an anxious horny idiot.
“I get that you like to be all moral and shit and that you feel bad because Hana and I are dating,” Jungkook said, which made you look at him again. He did? “But don’t feel that way. If you think seeing us fuck will hurt your friend, you don’t know her as well as you think you do. She won’t care. Besides, she wanted a go at my friend, so it’s fair game.”
You gulped loudly, understanding that you didn’t know as much about the two of them as you thought, after all. This thing of theirs clearly wasn’t as monogamous as you first thought. But, you were sure Jimin didn’t drool over Hana as much as you did over Jungkook. Luckily, neither one of them was aware of that pathetic fact.
“Okay. I just don’t want to fuck things up for anyone here, including me.”
“What’s there to fuck up?” Jungkook asked as he scooted over and wrapped his hand around your shoulders, pulling you in.
There he went again, acting like you two touched each other on a daily basis and like you were used to his touch when, in fact, your body was starting to burn up wherever he was that close to you. Jungkook didn’t stop there.
Instead, he reached in to lift your chin and get you to look straight into your eyes. “We’re friends, right?”
You nodded, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. He was finally so close to you, naked under that towel, and he wanted to fuck you. Out of everyone he could think of to join them, Jungkook thought of you. That meant something, right?
“Friends can fuck and stay friends,” Jungkook licked his lips. “Hana and I will be alright if that’s what you’re worried about. Clearly, neither one of us is looking at this as endgame, so we’re letting each other… enjoy. And Hana and you are a lot closer than anyone I know, so I’m sure nothing will happen between you two. You do know that we have discussed this in detail and we agreed to do it just because we know it won’t change our relationship with each other or you?”
“Yes,” you nodded, as Hana did explain that to you more than once. In fact, she mentioned it whenever you came up with a different scenario that somehow always ended in you two not talking. Your friend was completely convinced that you sleeping with her boyfriend wouldn’t change a thing about your or their relationship, just like her sleeping with Jimin didn’t affect their friendship and relationship. “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” Jungkook smiled, seemingly happy with your response. “Then why don’t you come sit on me? You’re all tense, and you should relax.”
“S-sit on you?” You asked, feeling dumb for stuttering but also unable to control your voice. You were naked under your towel, and so was he. “And Hana?”
“She said she’d take a bath while I got you to relax,” Jungkook explained with a grin. “She won’t mind. I think she’d be more bored if she had to sit here and watch us kiss before I eat you out.”
You pressed your thighs together when Jungkook said the words, mostly because you’d imagined him saying stuff like that for months now and he finally did, and it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy.
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, still grinning at you.
When you nodded, he leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. His lips felt warm and soft, and you wanted more, so you leaned in and Jungkook did the same, this time letting his tongue poke out and tease your lips, getting them to open before he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and swirled it around. The feeling of having him in your mouth and breathing in his scent and his arm around your shoulder made a fire ignite in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t believe this fucking guy could get you wet just by kissing you. Life really wasn’t fair.
You kissed him back, knowing you didn’t have much time before Hana got back, and feeling like you had a schedule to stick to. When she came back, you’d fuck, and you’d leave, letting the two of them spend the rest of the night together. So, there was no time to waste.
Still, it didn’t seem like Jungkook and you were on the same page. He was taking his time kissing you while his hand slowly grazed its way from your knee up to your thigh.
“So soft,” he mumbled into the kiss and it made you get goosebumps all over. You always wondered what his fingers would feel like on you, inside of you, and now you were finally so close to feeling it. “So fucking hot.”
When he said that, you had no choice but to moan into his mouth and reach out to grab his hair, which Jungkook seemed to enjoy, judging by the grunt that left his mouth. Slowly, he moved his hand to your inner thigh and then the other, all the while playing with your tongue, getting you to relax and melt into his touch. “May I?”
You knew what he was asking for you and simply nodded, letting Jungkook cup your naked crotch. The feeling of his hot hand against your crotch was enough to get you to groan and buck your hips into his hand, which made Jungkook smile into the kiss. “Mhm, warm… Soft… Just how I like it.”
Hearing those words made you want Jungkook even more—it felt as if he knew every single thing you liked to hear or feel and did it right then and there. He used two fingers to rub your entrance, and when he did, you could feel your juices sticking to his digits.
“Want me so bad already,” Jungkook mumbled into the kiss and then gently sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re making me hard.”
Now, that was enough for you to moan. You, of all people, were getting Jungkook hard. Jungkook, this chiseled, hot, attractive, tattooed guy who looked like sex on legs was kissing you and telling you his dick was reacting to you, and you could only sit there and let him do whatever he wanted to you.
“Fuck,” you grunted when you felt the two fingers at your entrance, getting ready to enter you.
“Can I do it my way?” Jungkook asked, pulling away to look at you.
What was his way? Hana went into detail about a lot of things, but you didn’t get to hear much about the things Jungkook did to her—only that he was fucking amazing.
Usually, the guys you slept with did everything slowly, probably because you looked like that type of girl, bland and boring. They’d use one finger, then slowly add the other, and then move them in and out until they felt you were wet enough because you surely weren’t coming from fingering. After a while, you’d just tell him to fuck you and that would be it. What would Jungkook do?
You nodded and spread your legs a bit, allowing him better access, and it made him smile and look down. Thankfully, the towel was still wrapped around your body, so you didn’t have to worry about how unattractive you looked when you were sitting down next to this god walking among mortals. Jungkook licked his lips, looked straight into your eyes, and eased both fingers into you.
The surprising part was that it didn’t hurt at all, you were already that ready for him. What surprised you even more was that he started to move his fingers in and out so fast that you had to grab onto his shoulders because your body started to move in the same rhythm.
What? You weren’t used to this type of woodpecker move and you weren’t sure you would enjoy it, but the harder Jungkook went, the more you felt like you had no control over your body. All you could do was moan—and loudly, at that—and hold onto him tight. You felt your muscles contract and your walls clench and relax, enjoying the fast movements of his hand and the sounds it was making against your skin.
The warmth that was building up in the pit of your stomach got even warmer and you suddenly felt like you needed to pee right away, but you knew the feeling, so you clenched hard and tried to get over it—and bliss followed. You screamed Jungkook’s name, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders while your juices coated his two fingers, which were still moving in and out of you quickly, even though you were so clearly coming all over them.
“Ah yeah, that’s the spot,” Jungkook mumbled and leaned in to kiss you, sounding very happy with himself. “I knew I’d get you to come.”
You took a deep breath and brought your legs closer together, which made Jungkook ease his fingers gently and give you a smirk. “Feeling good?”
“I, I, I’m speechless,” you said, chuckling. “What the fuck was that?”
“A much-needed shock for your pussy,” Jungkook shrugged. “Was it good?”
You scoffed. “Good? Amazing.”
“Want more?” Jungkook grinned and reached down for your crotch, but you stopped him in time.
“No, no, it’s fine,” you told him. “Should we, uh, wait for Hana?”
“She told us to start without her,” Jungkook said before getting up and offering you a hand to do the same, so you did.
He took you to his bedroom and instructed you to lie on the bed. Before Jungkook joined you, he threw the towel on the floor, leaving you to stare at his dick. It really was big, Hana wasn’t exaggerating. And it looked really smooth but hard at the same time.
“Like what you see?” Jungkook asked, stirring you from your thoughts.
“Uh… Yeah?” You looked at him like he was asking a stupid question, mostly because he was. Who wouldn’t like seeing him naked?
You weren’t expecting Jungkook to climb on the bed and kneel between your legs before leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“Y-yes,” your voice faltered, so you cleared your throat. “I am. Just a bit nervous.”
“About getting naked?” He asked, glancing at the towel which was still wrapped around you, to which you simply nodded. “Can I do it?”
You nodded again, deciding to just go with the flow. The man could get you to come, it was only fair if you let him guide you through this as well.
Jungkook pulled one side of the towel to the side and then did the same with the other, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His reaction took you aback because you were certain he’d seen hundreds of women naked by that point, yet he took his time to take all of you in and he watched you with genuine interest and enjoyment.
His eyes didn’t fly all over your body like you expected them to. Instead, Jungkook first looked into your eyes and smiled at you reassuringly. Then, he started to shift his gaze from your face to your chest, where it lingered for a long while until he took all of it in. Then, he moved down to your crotch and hissed.
“Really fucking pretty,” he said with a smile, and for some stupid reason, you thought Jungkook actually meant it. It was stupid, of course he was going to say anything to get you to relax. “Can I touch you now?”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling so naked and revealed in front of him, so much so that you could hear your heart beating.
Jungkook placed one hand on your chest, between your breasts, and then looked up at you. “Relax… You should enjoy this, not worry so much. You sure this is fine?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Sorry, it’s just me.”
“You don’t like when men stare at you when you’re naked?”
“I don’t like it when men stare at me, period,” you said, making you both chuckle, which eased the tension, at least for you.
Jungkook then shook his head at you. “I can’t see why, but I know you’re like that… But there’s a charm to it,” he said, slowly moving his hand to cup one of your breasts, his thumb rolling across the nipple, getting it to harden instantly. “Seeing such a pretty face, shy girl… And then this fucking body and such a tight, warm pussy,” he grunted now, squeezing your breast in his palm, but doing it gently, so gently you actually wanted him to go harder on you. “If I were you, I’d be naked all the time.”
You scoffed at the thought because no, he fucking wouldn’t. If he were you, he’d be crippled with anxiety, and being naked would be the last thing on his mind, but that wasn’t the time nor the place for that conversation. “I’d do the same if I were you,” you opted for a compliment instead.
“I practically am naked most of the time anyway,” Jungkook looked up at you and shrugged as if what he was saying wasn’t fueling your imagination even more. “But I’m shameless.”
You nodded in agreement but decided not to comment on it, mostly because Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft, wet kiss on your stomach, which made you clench your abdominal muscles and press your thighs closer together, yet again.
“Sometimes, uh, being shameless is, is good,” you got the sentence out somehow, despite being completely entranced by the soft pecks Jungkook was leaving all over your stomach before moving up towards your breasts.
“Right?” He paused to look up and smirk at you. “Being shameless got us this, and we’re just getting started. I’m already having so much fun.”
With that, Jungkook swirled his tongue around your nipple gently, making you hiss. Just watching him stare right at you while his tongue was on your body was enough to make your head spin. “Fuck.”
“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked, letting go of your nipple to slowly kiss his way to the other breast, leaving a wet trail behind.
You gulped, watching his eyes intently. What was he going to say? Did he always talk this much during sex? It was definitely a first for you. “Yes.”
“I was really mad when Taehyung got to sleep with you,” he looked away for a second, which wasn’t like Jungkook, but then he quickly gave you a smirk and sucked your other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
“W-why?” You asked, wanting to hear more about it yet fearing it at the same time.
You didn’t want to hear so many compliments from him. You knew that it would be hard to get over him after this anyway, let alone if he told you so many nice things and made you feel special.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re just my type.”
“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t say things like that,” you warned him, trying to keep a straight face while he gently sunk his teeth into your breast. Yes, he was making you feel amazing with his mouth and all the compliments were definitely doing wonders for your ego, but they felt wrong.
“Why?” He stopped playing with your breast and looked up at you. “Because you like hearing it?”
What were you supposed to say to that? There was a thin line between having sex with friends and having sex with a guy you were totally into, and you were crossing it. Yeah, Hana knew you were into Jungkook, but probably not just how much.
“Huh?” Jungkook asked, clearly wanting you to say something.
“Hana is my friend,” you simply stated, thinking it was enough. You made a statement when you said that, and you hoped he understood. No matter how attracted you were to each other, nothing could come out of it, even though you were about to sleep with each other.
“Hana knows this,” Jungkook grinned at you. “I have a soft spot for you, just like she does for Jimin.”
Did they really discuss this? You couldn’t imagine lying in bed after having sex with your boyfriend Jungkook and listening to him explaining how he had a soft spot for your friend and wanted to fuck her. You’d never allow that to happen, you wouldn’t be able to deal with it, and you’d never in a million years tell Jungkook you wanted to fuck someone else when you could do it with him.
But, you weren’t Hana, and he wasn’t dating you.
“You seem surprised,” Jungkook chuckled, going back to kissing your stomach. “Don’t be… Hana and I are just very open with each other. We’re not that similar in most aspects like you know, but when it comes to sex, we both like to experiment and we don’t want to restrict the other person.”
That sounded a lot like Hana, but not like Jungkook, at least not the guy he told you he was. “And you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you usually experiment like this with your girlfriend’s friends and let your girlfriend fuck your friends?”
“No,” Jungkook said, surprising you both. “I just really wanted to fuck you.”
You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up so he would face you instead of licking strips along your stomach and getting you even wetter. His mouth was making it really hard for your to concentrate on the conversation, and you had to focus on it if you didn’t want to fuck your friendship up. “Is this a thing between three friends?”
You had to ask that question because you couldn’t go forward with this if it meant screwing your friend over in some way.
“It is,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m just telling you that I think you’re extremely attractive and not just physically and that I was jealous my friend got to sleep with you.”
“Okay,” you said, even though it didn’t sound like the most normal thing out there. “I don’t get the jealousy.”
“I knew you wouldn’t,” Jungkook chuckled, getting dangerously close to your lower belly. “Let’s just say, I really didn’t want to hear Taehyung tell me how great of a body you had or how amazing you tasted or how much he enjoyed hearing you moan… I think you’re too good of a girl for that.”
Taehyung told his friends about all of that? And Jungkook listened? And thought about it?
“Good girls have sex too,” you pointed out, suddenly feeling the urge to shove his head between your thighs, but you didn’t, like a real good girl.
“Yeah, but they have sex like this,” Jungkook said, slowly kissing his way down your pubic area, which made you roll your hips. You couldn’t control it, not when he was so close to your pussy and when his kisses felt so warm.
“With two of their friends who are in a relationship?” You asked before chuckling as the idea was insane to you. It definitely wasn’t something you usually did, but your attraction to Jungkook was stronger than your sense of decency and self-respect, clearly.
“No, I don’t mean that,” Jungkook looked up. “I mean with someone who appreciates you… Takes their time with you… Gets you to come… Wants you to feel good about yourself… Wants you to enjoy… That sort of stuff.”
You nodded, unsure if Jungkook meant he was the type of guy who could give that to you while you did this. Then, his tongue swirled around your clit and it all became a blur.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbled and started playing with your clit, his tongue gently prodding at it while he looked straight into your eyes.
When he heard you moan and saw you bite into your lower lip, Jungkook smiled but didn’t move away from your clit. “Fuck,” you grunted at him, unable to comprehend how someone could make you feel that good with just the tip of his tongue. But it was Jungkook and you should have known what to expect.
You thought he would just tongue your clit for a while, but he took his time with this as well, playing with it for a couple of minutes and then slowly dragging his tongue down your slit to your entrance, which was soaking wet by this point. The feeling of his warm tongue down there made you grunt his name and pull on his hair, which he seemed to enjoy, judging by the chuckle that left his mouth.
“You want me there?” He asked in a low tone of voice and wrapped his lips around your clit again, this time sucking it in.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, unable to even pretend you didn’t want Jungkook to fuck you.
“I can tell,” Jungkook seemed full of himself when he moved away from your clit just to smirk at you. “See how much I want you?”
He lifted his upper body a bit so you could get a good look of his erect cock and the sight made your mouth water. Not only did Jungkook look perfect when he was naked but he also had the best dick you’ve ever seen, even though you weren’t that into dicks anyway. They weren’t exactly the most pleasing thing out there, but Jungkook’s…. It was on a whole different level, and the smug bastard knew it.
“Put it in,” the words left your mouth, revealing just how desperate you already were and Jungkook chuckled, reaching down to give his cock a couple of long, slow strokes.
“Right away?” He moved in, dick in hand, and directed it towards your crotch. Like a real horny slut, you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access as he needed, which made him grin. “Oh, you really want me to fuck you.”
With that, Jungkook grabbed the base of his dick and then slammed his tip against your clit, which made you grunt. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, it was too short to count, and he knew it. He did it again, and then gently moved his tip down your slit, getting it wet. You could see your juices glistening on the top of his dick when he moved it away.
“Later, huh?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “I’d really like to eat you out first… Get you to come for me again.”
“Why?” You grunted in response, feeling agitated because he’s gotten you so aroused that you really wanted to feel him inside of you and it seemed like Jungkook was dragging it out.
Suddenly, Jungkook got down on his elbows, towering over you, his mouth an inch away from yours. “If I put it in, I’ll come right away,” he said and then scoffed. “You really turn me on. So, let me eat you out first so I don’t embarrass myself.”
Embarrass himself? You’d probably go wild if he came right after putting his dick inside of you, but there was no way in hell you’d admit that to anyone, let alone Jungkook.
“Okay,” you muttered instead, and a second later, Jungkook made you understand why you didn’t make a mistake when you agreed.
His tongue was prodding your entrance and before you knew it, he was pushing its tip inside of you quickly, getting you to buck your hips into his face. Fuck, he was good at it.
Jungkook’s hands found their way to your thighs and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pushing your thighs to the side, allowing him to dig in deeper with his tongue until he got you to moan his name. When he heard that, Jungkook smirked at you and moved up to your clit while one of his hands made its way to your hole.
“So fucking needy already,” he chuckled and shoved two of his fingers inside of you while looking straight into your eyes, his mouth an inch away from your swollen, throbbing clit.
You moaned and squirmed under his touch, but his other hand held your thigh in place, stopping you from bucking your hips into him too hard. Jungkook hissed when he pulled his fingers out and then eased them again. “Your pussy is so hungry for me… Swallowing my fingers right away,” he looked up and grinned before sticking his tongue out to take a long, slow lick at your clit. “Want my cock so bad.”
“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded at the same time, totally lost in the moment.
You couldn’t believe that you were actually experiencing all of this: you on your back, legs completely spread with Jungkook’s head between it, two of his fingers entering you while he smirked at you and looked at you like he couldn’t wait to fuck you too. It seemed too good to be true.
“Let’s get you to come, huh?” He said, mostly to himself, and then he dug in.
You’d never, ever experienced someone doing to your clit what Jungkook did then, and you weren’t even sure how to explain it. The most amazing thing was that he managed to keep up the pace and never stopped moving his fingers in and out gently at this point, while his mouth and tongue teased your clit so hard you had no choice but to grab the sheets and moan his name, your entire body squirming.
It felt like he was making out with your pussy, there was no other way to put it—you felt Jungkook’s nimble tongue all over, his saliva mixed with your juices all over you, dripping wet, your arousal covering his fingers and dripping down the insides of your thighs, Jungkook’s mouth sucking your clit in, his tongue teasing it, and then moving down your slit and sucking everything into his mouth in the process.
You couldn’t believe that someone knew your body that well and knew exactly what you liked, but you had to remind yourself that Jungkook had tons of experience and practice. Still, it didn’t change how you felt—mindblown.
Jungkook’s mouth on your pussy felt fucking amazing, mostly because it was slowly but surely getting you to orgasm. Usually, guys you slept with would use fingers as well, but that never worked for you—it was hard to focus on those two things at once which made your orgasm impossible. You’d start to overthink it and focus on the tongue and then on the fingers and you’d lose the moment.
With Jungkook, though, the whole thing was out of the question. His fingers moved the same way they did when he first shoved them inside of you and you got used to his rhythm, which helped you focus solely on his mouth, which was pleasuring more than you thought was possible.
Right then, Hana appeared next to the bed, practically out of nowhere, and sat down next to Jungkook, smacking his ass. It startled you to see her there, mostly because you were so fucking focused on what her boyfriend was doing to you that you forgot she existed. It wasn’t anything personal—you forgot that anyone other than Jungkook and you existed right then, mostly because his face was shoved between your thighs and you were making a mess out of his sheets and falling apart under his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
“Do you guys need more time?” She grinned, looking at you. “I told you he was great with his mouth.”
You chuckled, but the sound died down in your throat when Jungkook sucked on your clit hard, making you moan. “Fuck…”
“What a fucking birthday,” Jungkook moved away from your pussy to look at her with a grin and you felt mortified to see that his entire chin and mouth were covered with slick, glistening under the light of his nightlamp.
Hana chuckled and patted his cheek. “You look like you’re having fun too.”
“I’m so fucking hard,” Jungkook said, tugging on his rock-hard dick. “Let’s switch.”
With that, Jungkook lay down next to you and turned to face you. “Come,” he motioned for you to get up and patted your thigh, pulling you over until you were straddling his shoulders.
You turned around to see what Hana was doing and found that she was about to straddle him, and you couldn’t look away. She adjusted Jungkook’s cock so she could sit right down on it, which she did a couple of seconds later, earning a moan from Jungkook. That made you face him, which was a bit hard considering you were right above his face.
“Come here,” he grunted now, grabbing your ass and pulling you down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy again.
The scene reminded you so much of the one you’d experienced with Hana before, where she rode the guy and you rode his face, except Jungkook was a lot more attractive than the guy in your book, probably because he had an amazing personality on top of extraordinary looks. Still, the sounds of her skin hitting his as she jumped on his cock and tried to get herself to come reminded you of the night, and so did your moans.
You couldn’t help it, not when Jungkook wasn’t pulling away from your pussy not even for a second and you weren’t even sure how he managed to breathe when he was that glued to you.
Hana was familiar with Jungkook’s cock, which wasn’t surprising, and you could tell she knew just how to ride him to get herself off while getting him turned on. The more she moaned and the harder she rode him, the more vigorously he sucked and licked your pussy. All you could do was grab Jungkook’s hair and tug at it, enjoying at least some type of contact with him.
The truth was, you wanted to suck him off and return the favor, you wanted to kiss him, to touch him everywhere, but you knew that would be out of line, so you let him play with your pussy while Hana rode him.
A couple of minutes in, her breathing got heavier and the sounds of skin hitting skin became louder and more frequent, and not a minute later, she was moaning his name and coming, still riding him. Jungkook pulled away from your crotch for a second, his hands still on your ass, and groaned. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he moaned but kept his eyes glued to you. “Feel so tight.”
“Fuck, fuck,” Hana moaned and leaned in to rest her forehead against your back, wrapping her hands around you from behind. You could feel how sweaty and warm she felt, clearly exhausted from jumping up and down and pleasuring herself using Jungkook’s cock.
“That’s one, one more to go,” Jungkook grinned at you and then started to suck on your clit while looking straight into your eyes, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. All the swirls and rubs of his tongue were starting to get to you, even more so now that Jungkook was focused solely on you and not the beautiful girl riding his dick.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Hana mumbled, and you turned your head to the side to see what she was doing. Surprisingly, she still had Jungkook’s dick inside of her but was resting and trying to catch her breath. “He really loves eating you out.”
“He’s so good at it,” you told your friend, hoping that wouldn’t sound inappropriate.
“Mhm,” she hummed in agreement. “Relax,” she told you, pulling you in closer from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder so she had a good look at Jungkook between your legs. “Just focus on his tongue.”
You closed your eyes and did what your friend suggested you do, and it felt even more amazing now that you felt her body pressed against yours while Jungkook’s tongue did its magic on you. It didn’t take you long to come and you loved the fact that Jungkook inserted his fingers inside of you when he felt you buck your hips into his face as they helped you prolong your orgasm and ride it out slowly while his tongue stayed glued to your clit.
“Oh my God,” you hissed, kicking your head back and resting it on Hana’s shoulder. “What the actual fuck?”
“That good, huh?” Hana asked, making Jungkook chuckle between your thighs.
“Want more?” Jungkook sounded enthusiastic, but you shook your head at him immediately.
“No, I can’t,” you said, opening your eyes. “Return the favor?” You asked, turning to face Hana, who nodded and moved the side so you could do the same on the other one.
If someone had told you you’d each be lying on Jungkook’s side ogling his dick, you’d tell them they were crazy, but there you were, about to give him a blowjob he wouldn’t forget.
Hana grabbed the base of Jungkook’s cock and grinned at you, motioning for you to come in closer. She then stuck her tongue out and licked a strip from the base up to the tip, and you did the same from the other side. At first, you weren't in sync, but Jungkook didn’t mind—the grunts that were leaving his mouth were more than enough of a sign that he loved seeing the two of you lick him, and he enjoyed feeling it even more.
Slowly, you two started to move at the same pace, so you took a long lick from his base to the tip, where your tongues touched. When that happened, Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, clearly enjoying the view. “Oh my God, this is… Fuck!”
His comments made you both chuckle before you continued to lick him up and down, twirling your tongues around the tip of his cock at the same time, getting your tongues to touch just so Jungkook could see and enjoy that. Then, Hana wrapped her hand around his base and pointed the tip towards you, so you sucked it into your mouth. Hana leaned in and started to lick Jungkook’s balls, which made him kick his head back and grunt.
“Fuck, you two really want me to blow my load right away,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll kill me with those tongues…”
“Babe, shut up and enjoy,” Hana said, giggling. “Take it deeper, he loves that.”
Since you knew that comment was for you, you did what Hana suggested and moved your head down his cock until you reached the base, and got Jungkook to moan your name and grab you by your hair. “Do you want me to fill your throat right now?”
You looked at him from the side, his cock still lodged inside of your mouth, a smirk on his face. Then, you gently pulled back and let him fall out of your mouth with a loud pop. “It’s your birthday, so whatever you want…”
“You should not be saying that to me,” Jungkook gave you a meaningful look and since you couldn’t decipher what he meant, you went back to sucking his tip.
Then, Hana decided to join, so you two switched—she was now sucking Jungkook off while you sucked both of his balls into your mouth and ran your tongue all over them, getting him to start bucking his hips and grunting even more. There was something so hot about seeing Jungkook look so weak for a change and being a part of the reason for him getting to feel that way.
He enjoyed it so much that he stopped with the teasing and all the comments, and a couple of minutes in, it seemed like all he could do was grunt and moan and swear while trying so hard not to buck his hips too hard.
At one point, Hana gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up so you could face her. Jungkook’s cock fell out of her mouth. “Go play with his neck and kiss him… He loves that.”
It was his birthday and you really wanted to kiss Jungkook, so you did what Hana said, leaving her to suck his dick and play with his balls at the same time. Jungkook seemed really pleased to see you moving towards him on your knees, leaning in and shoving your tongue inside his mouth.
“Jesus, you’ll kill me,” Jungkook grunted into the kiss and plopped down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in with him. “Kiss me.”
You really didn’t have to be told twice when it came to Jungkook, so you kissed him again and enjoyed the sounds of him moaning into the kiss while your friend sucked him off. The whole thing felt made up.
After all, it was what you’d wanted for such a long time and you just couldn’t believe that it was real. When you closed your eyes and kissed Jungkook, it felt surreal, the whole thing—his hands in your hair, then cupping your face, his tongue inside of your mouth, his lips pecking yours, low grunts and hisses leaving his mouth.
You could hear Hana gulping on his dick, taking as much of it in as possible, and you noticed Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier. Was he close? You started to kiss your way down to his neck and suck on it, which made him moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging at it, his fingers massaging your scalp, pulling you in closer as if he wanted to feel more of your mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunted, which made you open his eyes and find him looking right at you, eyes half-closed, almost lost in ecstasy. “Babe, I’m gonna come… Fuck, keep going.”
Hana giggled and you could hear her start to move faster. As Jungkook’s moaning got louder, she moved away and both you and Jungkook looked at her as his cum shot right out of his tip and ended up on her face and over his chest. She kept moving her hand over his cock, wanting to get every last drop out, and, honestly, you couldn’t stop staring at the scene of Jungkook coming all over her. You enjoyed his moans a bit too much, but you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when you’d just seen him shower Hana with cum, and when you were imagining he could do the same to you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled and threw his head down on the pillow and sighed. “Fuck.”
“That was a lot,” Hana said with a chuckle.
“That was embarrassing,” Jungkook grunted, propping himself up on his elbows before pecking your lips again, which felt awkward. Why was he kissing you like that when the action stopped and when his girlfriend was right there? It felt strange, but neither one of them reacted to it or made you feel like it was weird. “I need to be up the whole night.”
“Oh, really?” Hana cocked both eyebrows up and gave you a smirk. “You’re in for a treat, clearly.”
What did she mean by that? You were both in for a treat, right? There were three of you there and you were just getting started.
“Now I have to make it up to you both,” Jungkook said, reaching out to grab Hana’s hand and pull her in closer. “Tongue, Hana?”
She thought about it and then shook her head which surprised you. Was she really turning down an offer of oral from Jungkook? She was really making his birthday all about him. “Maybe later.”
Jungkook nodded, and you felt like they were in on something you weren’t, but that was only normal. The two of them were a couple and you were the third wheel here, and you didn’t know the inner workings of their relationship. “This is such a nice birthday present for me… Thank you both.”
“I have to return the favor”, Hana grinned at Jungkook, sitting on the bed right next to him. You figured she meant she has to return the favor of getting to sleep as a friend, which was weird in your book. But then again, this was all weird as hell and you’d never even dreamed about doing something like this. “As long as we’re all having fun, right?” Then, she looked at you as if she wanted to check up on you. “Are you having fun?”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, suddenly feeling really weird about interacting with your friend during sex.
Maybe you had that feeling because she was still covered in Jungkook’s cum. The first and only time you two interacted during sex, you were both wasted and the guy wasn’t her boyfriend, so there weren’t any real feelings involved. This was different.
“Can’t believe he got you to come so fast,” Hana noted with a grin—she knew how many issues you’ve had with orgasming with men in general because your mind was rarely in it and it felt like you were always turned on, but never enough. With Jungkook, neither of these things seemed to be the problem.
The first time he got you to come, he took you by surprise, so you could have even called it an accident. But, the second? There was nothing accidental about it. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing.
“Twice,” Jungkook corrected her, shooting a glance your way, and you could swear he looked proud of himself. “Want to go for a third?”
Both of them turned to look at you, and you felt awkward sitting there on the bed, naked, with two people waiting for you to say something. “Uh, uhm, how?”
Jungkook cocked his head to the side and leaned in so close you thought he was going to kiss you again. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, barely brushing his lips against yours, which was enough for your crotch to start reacting.
You nodded the second the words left his mouth, completely forgetting that his girlfriend was right there. It seemed like Jungkook forgot about her two because he got up faster than you could blink and was between your legs before you knew it, hands on your thighs.
Hana looked down at you and smiled warmly as if her boyfriend wasn’t just getting ready to fuck you again. However, you were wrong. Instead of going straight into that, Jungkook got down on his elbows and latched his mouth onto your clit, which made you gasp. “Fuck.”
“Sorry, I’ll go easier,” he mumbled and gently sucked it into his mouth again. You were still sensitive even though it felt like hours since he’d last touched you. “Have to get you ready.”
“True,” Hana agreed, moving in closer to you, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you with a smile. “He’s definitely bigger than Jeonghun, so you won’t be able to take it so easily.”
You felt yourself blush at the mention of the guy you were seeing. Well, you weren’t exactly seeing him and things were complicated. Usually, you wouldn’t mind discussing your sex life with Hana, but hearing her mention Jeonghun and his dick while Jungkook was eating you out made you feel embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook said reassuringly and inserted a finger inside of you. “We’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Hana chuckled and leaned in, resting her head next to yours, as if she wanted to get closer to you. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you nodded, lowering your voice. “You?”
“Would feel better without all this cum on me, but it is what it is,” she said, making you both chuckle, but your laughter quickly died out as Jungkook started to move the tip of his tongue up and down your clit while inserting another finger, moving them in scissoring motion to stretch you out a bit. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”
“Shouldn’t this all be about Jungkook?” You asked Hana with a cocked eyebrow, remembering what you were there for. Until then, it seemed like you were getting all the pleasure, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to please you, which wasn’t the goal.
“It is,” she giggled sweetly and reached in to cup your face. “You’re sweet for worrying about him like he isn’t having the time of his life.”
The time of his life? It sounded strange when she, as his girlfriend, said that while Junkook was going down on you and moaning into your pussy, his fingers stretching your hole just right. Was this really such a great gift for Jungkook?
“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed in agreement and looked up into your eyes and then he glanced at Hana before wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Damn right.”
“We could do something for him, though,” Hana said, turning to face you with a smirk.
“What?” You had to know. After all, she knew Jungkook a lot better than you ever would and you really wanted to make him feel as good as he was making you feel if that was even possible.
“Kiss,” she grinned and shot a glance at Jungkook, who was looking up at your face again, clearly amused by the interaction. “I bet that would really get you going, huh?”
Jungkook smiled, his tongue still latched onto your clit, so you leaned in and kissed Hana, who readily kissed you back.
This was nothing new, you two had kissed before. Neither one of you was interested in women, which is why you two didn't interact with each other sexually during the night—you didn’t want Hana to do anything sexual to you and you were sure she felt the same way.
However, sharing a kiss wasn’t sexual in your book, not when it came to her. Back in school, when you two felt curious, you kissed each other. Sometimes, when you were really drunk you’d kiss each other to give the other person advice on how to kiss even better. It was stupid and there were no feelings behind it, but when Hana kissed you, you could see Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement and his fingers started to move in and out of you frantically fast as he clearly got even hornier watching you do it.
“You’re not a good girl at all,” Jungkook grunted and grinned at you through gritted teeth. “What a fucking birthday!”
Clearly, Hana knew Jungkook well because this was exactly what he seemingly needed to go hard on you, forgetting about his plan to be gentle and whatever else he was saying earlier. His mouth and tongue took turns licking and teasing your clit and labia while his fingers went in and out, every movement of his hands stretching your hole a bit more for him.
While Jungkook was doing this and making you embarrassingly wet, Hana and you kissed, softly, gently, giggling throughout, mostly at the sounds Jungkook kept making. You didn’t expect Hana to touch Jungkook, but she moved her hand down to his head and pushed him into your crotch even more, which made him grunt and start sucking on your labia. That in turn made you arch your back and moan his name, eyes closing, head moving down to the bed. Fuck, the guy was great with his tongue and fingers too. What wasn’t Jungkook good at?
Unexpectedly, Hana got up off the bed. “I have to take another shower. I feel all sticky. I think it will be a bath. You two have fun…” She said calmly as you watched her get up in confusion. Jungkook didn’t seem surprised by this at all—his mouth never left you. Then, Hana leaned to you and grabbed your shoulders. “Do whatever you want, okay? You have my blessing. He’ll be nice to you.”
Jungkook chuckled at that and shot a glance her way as Hana made her way to the bathroom. In less than a minute, she went from kissing you to disappearing from the room. You were alone with him again, and your heart started racing—the moment suddenly felt intimate.
“You heard her?” He finally moved away from your pussy just to smile at you, remnants of your excitement still visible on his lips and chin. He propped himself up on his palms. “Do whatever you want to me.”
“Oh,” you simply said, taken aback by the way Jungkook was suddenly looking at you like he was ready to devour you. Then, your eyes flew between his legs since you now finally got a good view of his body again and you couldn’t help but notice he was fully erect even though you hadn’t touched him in a while. “Put it in then.”
Your words made Jungkook happy, the low chuckle told you that, and so did the fact that he moved in closer until he was kneeling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
The fact that he was stroking his cock while asking that made it hard for you to focus on anything else, let alone conversation. He was so fucking hot. How would you ever have sex with another man again? What would be the point? Jungkook was just kneeling there playing with his dick and you could feel yourself getting wetter.
“Yes,” you nodded with a smile, still not believing you’d get to feel Jungkook. His cock would be inside of you in a couple of seconds. “Just go slow.”
“Don’t worry,” Jungkook reached out to pat your thigh gently, letting his hand linger there for a while, making you shiver. “I’ll go nice and slow for you…”
Then, you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and run up to your clit. It quickly made its way between your folds down to your entrance and gently entered you, inch by inch. When the entire tip was in, Jungkook stopped and hissed before looking up at you.
“Good?” He asked and as soon as you nodded, gave you a bit more of his cock. “How are you this fucking tight?”
“I think you’re just big,” you told him, which made him grin. Clearly, Jungkook loved getting compliments about his size, and you were sure he got them often. A dick like that? There was no way women didn’t gush over it, especially since he was so good at everything.
When he eased another inch into you, you hissed and arched your back. His fingers did stretch you out, but this thing was huge. Sadly, even though you were extremely turned on, it still hurt to take it all in.
“Want me to stop?” Jungkook looked at you with eyebrows cocked up, clearly against the idea, but not wanting to go on and cause you pain. “Or to finger you a bit more? Eat you out?”
“Maybe, uh…” You took a deep breath before telling him something you thought about often. “I should ride you.”
“Ride me?” Jungkook seemed taken aback by the idea but then he chuckled and gently pulled out of you, making you wince at the loss even though it was painful before. Painful was better than empty, especially since you were so turned on. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
“You don’t know a lot of things,” you pretended to be a lot more mysterious than you actually were as Jungkook lay on the bed next to you. You weren’t the most adventurous person out there, but did Jungkook have to know that?
“Can’t wait to find out,” he said, crossing his hands behind his back and staring at you as you straddled him. “Need me to help?”
“No, I got this,” you said as you grabbed the base of his dick and positioned it at your entrance. Slowly, you let the tip enter you before you let go of his cock and placed both hands on your thighs for support. “Oh, fuck…”
You tried to go slow at first, but then you realized it would hurt either way and that you’d get used to it the sooner it entered you fully, so you sat all the way down until you were sitting on Jungkook’s thighs, his hard cock deep inside of you, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. Jungkook’s hands flew to your waist instantly and he dug his fingers into your skin, pressing you even further into his own body, even though his cock couldn’t enter you even more if he tried.
“Christ, I’ll die,” Jungkook mumbled as he opened his eyes and then he smiled at you, cocking his head to the side. “Are you okay?”
Your eyes teared up a bit because of the stinging along his entire length, but you were slowly getting used to the feeling. It was strange to feel him inside of you, but it became a lot easier when you focused on how hot Jungkook looked lying under you, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of you on top of him. “Yeah, yeah… Just need to relax a bit…”
“Here, let me help,” he offered, sucking on his thumb and then moving it down to your clit so he could rub it, which did get your walls to start clenching and relaxing. “Just… Breathe…” Jungkook said gently, his thumb rubbing your clit while his other hand made its way from your waist up to your breast and gently squeezed it, grunting in the process. “I think you could make me come without even moving.”
The compliment made you chuckle, which in turn made your walls clench around his cock, and Jungkook reacted by grunting. “Are you trying to?”
“Not yet,” you shook your head and started to roll your hips in circles, letting his cock rub against your walls in hopes of them relaxing a bit. “Just want to… Feel you…”
“I feel you just fine,” Jungkook mumbled at you before biting down on his lower lip. “You’re so warm and wet for me… Can’t wait till you start jumping.”
You could hardly wait for that too—he felt so hard inside of you and you were sure he’d feel perfect once you got used to his size, so you started to move your hips front and back now, adjusting to the new feeling. Jungkook’s groaning and squeezing helped and the hand on your clit made you start going faster, and before you knew it, you were gently sliding up and down his cock, never going high enough for it to fall out, but always landing on his thighs with a loud smack, no matter how slowly you moved up.
Jungkook liked the tempo so much that he placed both hands on your waist and just let you do your thing. He couldn’t decide where to look—your crotch, your chest, your face—so his gaze flew all over, unable to stop at one place for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.
“It feels much better now,” you told him, and your words made him smile.
“I told you it would,” Jungkook smirked at you and somehow got you to melt all over again. What the fuck was up with him? You had him inside you, there was literally nothing more you could do to feel him, yet you wanted more and more. How he did it was beyond you, but you couldn’t waste time on questioning it. “Ride me faster.”
“Faster?” You cocked your head to the side and started to move the way he wanted you to, getting to feel every inch of him rub against your walls and touch every inch of your walls from the inside. You could feel your juices sliding down his cock, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about it, not when you felt so fucking good because of him.
“Do you ride Jeonghun like this?” Jungkook asked after a series of hisses and moans, all of which were doing wonders for your ego. Never in your life did you think you’d see a man as attractive as Jungkook enjoy being inside of you this much.
“No,” you shook your head, not really in the mood to talk about your date. Sort of date. A guy you slept with a couple of times.
Whatever he was, you didn’t want to think about him when you were with Jungkook. This thing right here wasn’t going to happen again, and you wanted to make the most out of it.
Jungkook wanted to play dumb, so he frowned. “Why not?”
“He likes missionary,” you readily responded.
You weren’t sure how Jungkook always got you to be honest with him, but you figured the fact that he was inside of you had a lot to do with it. Your mind wasn’t working as well as your body—all you were focused on was his dick inside of you and how it felt whenever your hips smashed into his.
“He’s a nice guy, I’ll give him that, but he’s missing out on a lot,” Jungkook said while grabbing both of your breasts while you rode him, clearly deciding to make the most out of the situation, much like yourself.
The image of Jeonghun flashed before your eyes and it instantly made you feel guilty, even though you two weren’t exclusive. “Let’s not talk about him.”
“Why not?” The smirk didn’t seem to be leaving Jungkook’s face anytime soon. “You don’t like being dirty?”
“Nope,” you said while riding the dick of the guy who was dating your best friend like that wasn’t the dirtiest thing you could imagine. But, it was Jungkook, and it didn’t feel bad.
“I think you do,” Jungkook grunted, lowering his hands so he could grab your ass and help you jump on and down his cock. The more vocal he was, the faster and harder you were going. “I think you really fucking love fucking me behind your boyfriend’s back.”
“I don’t,” you disagreed because Jeonghun wasn’t your fucking boyfriend, but you didn’t want to explain these details while fucking Jungkook.
“Really? Is that why you’re riding me faster?” Jungkook chuckled, smacking your ass with open palms. “Is that why you’re dripping wet?”
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t, not when all these words and actions were making you want to start jumping up and down, not caring if you were even going to land on his dick correctly. You kept wanting more and more, and you weren’t sure if more actually existed. “Fuck!”
“Oh, so it is…” Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while using the other to pinch your nipple gently, making you arch your back. “What would Jeonghun say if he saw you now, riding my cock like this? I bet he thinks you’re such a good, sweet girl… That’s why he only does missionary… Doesn’t want to scare you away. What would he think if he saw you taking my cock like this?”
For some reason, the things Jungkook was saying were turning you on, and not because he was mentioning Jeonghun. It was because his words were making you feel dirty, and not in a bad way. It didn’t feel like Jungkook was judging you. Quite the opposite, it sounded like he fucking loved it. Why wouldn’t he? You were acting dirty for him.
So, you decided to play along. It was the dude’s birthday and you were so fucking into him that it hurt. Why not make the most out of this one and only chance you’d have with him? “He’d …. Be mad, I guess.”
“I’d be mad too,” Jungkook licked his lips and looked up at your face. “If I had a girl like you and someone else was making you feel better than I could? I’d be pissed.”
There he went again, mentioning these what-ifs and things that just couldn’t happen because he was dating your friend and you would never do that to her, no matter how much you enjoyed fucking Jungkook. “Stop saying that.”
“Why? It’s true… You come whenever I want you to. You told me he can’t make you come,” Jungkook shrugged, knowing he had a point, and you couldn’t help but notice he looked so smug lying down and letting you ride him with a smirk on his face. He knew you too well for this, you realized. “Such a shame... Wasting your time on a guy who can’t get you horny.”
“Jungkook,” you stopped moving and leaned in, opening your eyes completely to show him you were serious.
“Yeah?”
“Please, don’t say these things,” you lowered your voice, remembering that Hana was in the bathroom, taking a bath, but that he could probably hear everything you two were saying. “You’re Hana’s boyfriend.”
Jungkook seemed shocked for a second like he was surprised to hear you say that, but he quickly got it together and smirked. “Sorry… But, you’re still a little slut.”
“Fuck,” you sighed, kicking your head back and continuing to ride Jungkook, now dragging your fingernails across his chest and stomach down to his hips, where you let your palms rest.
“Oh, so that’s what you like. Less talk less about me, and more about how you’re being so bad right now,” Jungkook seemed pleased with himself for having found out your weak spot, the smug look on his face told you that. “Riding someone else’s cock while poor old Jeonghun is probably at home jerking off to you… I know I’d be.”
The words he was saying were making you get even more excited if that was even possible. The thought of Jungkook jerking off to you was driving you crazy. Did he really? Or was he just saying this in the heat of the moment, to turn you both on even more? Then, Jungkook started groping your breasts and you felt like you were about to explode.
“He’d be mad at me too if he saw this…” Jungkook continued, rubbing your hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers, getting you to arch your back and ride him even faster. As if he realized you were starting to lose it, Jungkook groped your breast, squeezing on them hard enough to get you going. “You got me hard two minutes after coming, and that rarely happens. Just shows how much I like you, and he’d hate it. Jeonghun would be so upset seeing his nice girlfriend jump on another man’s cock like this…”
That’s true, you had to admit. Of course he’d be upset, who wouldn’t? “He would be,” you moaned, deciding to continue playing Jungkook’s game. “But he won’t know.”
“If he does, he’ll try to fight me, I can already tell,” Jungkook snickered, spreading his thighs wider to give you more room when you moved your hips back and seeing him relax and let you do whatever you want with him lit a new sort of fire inside you.”Can’t blame him. No, fuck that, I can. He can try a little harder to get you to come. It’s not that hard. You just need to be turned on and relaxed…”
“Mhmmm,” you hummed in agreement without even thinking about it.
Did you really feel that way about Jeonghun? To be honest, you didn’t really think about him that much, except when you were about to go out with him, which definitely wouldn’t be happening again. But, Jungkook was right—Jeonghun could have tried harder to get you to come.
“And Jeonghun can’t get you to feel that way, right?” Jungkook asked, clearly teasing you, wanting to get compliments out of you, now moving his hands down and planting them around your waist.
“No,” you admitted right away, holding onto his shoulders so you could lift your hips and smack them against his harshly before quickly moving them back up again. “He can’t.”
“But I can,” Jungkook said confidently.
“Yes,” you couldn’t do anything but agree because it was painfully obvious by the way you were practically dripping onto his balls and thighs, covering him with your juices.
Anytime you went up and down his cock, you could hear how wet you were and feel how hard Jungkook still was, even after what seemed like hours of you riding him. Realistically, it had only been minutes, ten at most, but it was the best ten minutes of sex you’d ever had.
“Mhm, just as I thought…” Jungkook said, now moving one of his hands up to your face to cup it, getting you to practically purr at him. “You like me a lot, don’t you?”
You felt a lump form in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Jungkook knew you liked him and you knew you liked him—it was painfully obvious and you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over it after getting a taste of him. But, it was wrong. “Jungkook, don’t.”
“You can say it… Hana knows it,” Jungkook said, as if he was reading your mind.
He wasn’t, which meant he discussed this with Hana, which came as a shock to you. Why would they talk about something like that? She’s never mentioned talking to Jungkook about your crush on him. “What are you on about?” you asked, slowing down.
“I told her I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you,” Jungkook flashed you his teeth as he grinned, seemingly happy to be confessing this feeling to you, even though it was so wrong. “You’re just my type. Shy, hot in bed... Hana? Not shy. I like that too, but this is my favorite.”
“You told her that?” You stopped moving to give him a glare, still not believing the words coming out of his mouth. If he were your boyfriend and told you he was more into Hana than you, you’d cry and break up with him. What the hell was going on between these two? You clearly didn’t know them that well. “That’s mean.”
“Hey,” Jungkook said, patting your waist gently. “She told me she wanted to fuck Jimin before I even mentioned that. He was the one who introduced us, remember? So now we both got what we wanted… No, all three of us got what we want, because I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he paused to lick his lip and check you out from head to the point where your body met his, which happened to be your crotch. “You love fucking me.”
“Jungkook, please,” you hissed when he gently ran his hands up and cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with his thumbs while still holding onto your flesh. Jungkook was touching you like he knew every inch of your body and exactly what you liked, and like he knew you’d let him do just about anything to you.
“Please what?”
“Don’t say these things,” you said with a slight shake of your head, feeling like your voice was faltering too. You were into him and you did love fucking him, but it was a one-time thing and he shouldn’t have been making such a big deal out of it.
“Why not? Don’t you like feeling that slutty?” Jungkook chuckled, but when he realized you weren't happy about it, he stopped instantly. “We’re not doing anything wrong. Hana knows about this and wants it. So, let’s make the most of it. Just relax and enjoy it.”
“Hana…” You tried coming up with something to say that could prove him wrong, that could show him that you two shouldn’t be discussing how horny you were for each other while he was dating your friend who just so happened to be in the other room, but your mind was drawing blanks because Jungkook was squeezing your breasts and looking straight into your eyes.
“Babe,” Jungkook sat up and leaned in closer so he could whisper at you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you in. “I had to hear about how much Hana thought about Jimin's dick while she fucked him right in front of me, so don’t worry. If she had a problem with it, she would have said no, okay?”
Really? The thought of that shocked you—why would anyone think about anyone other than Jungkook when they could have him whenever they wanted? Besides, why would Hana say these things in front of Jungkook?
“Okay,” you nodded, not believing what you were hearing. Hana wanted to fuck Jimin when she got to fuck Jungkook. Well, to each his own, but you’d always choose Jungkook.
“Relax, baby…” Jungkook grinned and reached back to grab the back of your neck and massage it. “Ride it,” he said, which was all it took for you to start moving your hips again, now feeling his cock inside you from a whole other angle, one that suited you even better. Or was it the fact that his face was now an inch away from yours?
“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, stopping you from zoning out completely.
“Mhm… Great,” you practically moaned at him and he took that as a sign to go on talking dirty. Before that, though, Jungkook leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you even more.
“Big enough for you?” His cocked eyebrow told you Jungkook already knew the answer.
“Huge,” you whispered the word, and Jungkook’s face lit up.
“And you like that?” Jungkook wasn’t able to contain the excitement in his voice when he asked that, and you chuckled at his tone.
“I didn’t know I did,” you admitted, as he seemed to be waiting for you to respond as if it wasn’t already obvious that you were so into him it hurt.
This seemed to give Jungkook even more confidence. “You didn’t know a lot of things before tonight.”
“It’s like it’s my birthday,” you cracked the joke to ease the tension and try to focus solely on riding his dick, getting it to rub all against your walls from the inside, getting yourself to come.
“When is your birthday?” Jungkook seemed serious all of a sudden.
“In two months,” you responded, unsure of what that had to do anything, especially when you were in the middle of sex.
“Please, wish for this,” Jungkook whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was a soft kiss, a peck, one that made shivers run down your spine. As if he sensed that the kiss was too intimate, Jungkook started to kiss his way up to your neck, which made you grunt.
“Stop talking about me and let me concentrate,” you told him while grabbing his shoulders and starting to move your hips faster, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth on you.
“You’re right…” Jungkook said with a chuckle before licking a strip up your neck and making you moan his name loudly. “I forgot, we’re focusing on how big of a slut you’re being…”
You hummed in agreement, surprised to find yourself liking his comments this much. There was just something about the way Jungkook said these things to you like they weren’t something bad. Instead, it seemed like he loved it too.
“And you know you’re being slutty, letting me fucking you raw like this… Riding my dick, letting it stretch you out… Jeonghun is not gonna like this,” Jungkook said, hissing when you rolled your hips in a way that he obviously appreciated. “You’re so wet my balls are dripping.”
“Sorry,” you said, feeling like such an idiot for something you couldn’t control.
Jungkook looked into your eyes again, making the moment feel really intimate again, like it was just the two of you there like the night didn’t have to end. “Don’t apologize, I fucking love it.”
“Great,” you grinned, rolling your hips in circles again while staring right into his eyes, never wanting to let him go.
“Let’s switch up…” Jungkook leaned in and kissed you gently. Then, he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. “I really want to fuck.”
You nodded and gently eased yourself off of Jungkook, letting his cock slide out of you, big, pink, and slick with your juices, which made you hiss when it landed on his stomach, making a loud wet noise.
It didn’t take Jungkook long to push you down on the bed and get on top of you, your crotch almost touching his, your legs on either side of his body as Jungkook sat up between your legs and scooted his hips closer to yours.
“Fuck, this is such a nice sight.”
You could only imagine how lascivious it looked from his perspective: you on your back, legs spread, pussy on display right in front of him, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when Jungkook was positioning his dick at your entrance and gently shoving himself in all the way. “Mhm, fuck…”
Jungkook kicked his head back and sighed deeply before looking at you again, his eyes warm and happy. “Still so nice and tight and warm… You really are into me.”
“Mhm,” you couldn’t help but agree, not when it was painfully obvious that you loved every second of him being inside of you.
“Good,” Jungkook said, grabbing both your thighs and squeezing them while moving his hips slowly, getting you to adjust to the new position. “It will be easier to get you to enjoy yourself.”
“I’m already enjoying it way too much.” You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into you and made you admit that, but you knew Jungkook loved hearing it. You just didn’t want him to know he had that much power over you.
“I can tell, baby…” Jungkook grinned and shoved his cock inside of you all the way. Once he realized it didn’t hurt, Jungkook started to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly. “You’ve never been fucked this good.”
“Is it that obvious?” You asked with a chuckle.
“Kind of,” Jungkook said, starting to speed up his movements, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how his body moved while he fucked you. Everything seemed to be moving in the same rhythm and it was almost mesmerizing. “I don’t mean that in a bad way… Just that you seem to like everything I do, which makes me so fucking hard I can’t even explain.”
Now, that was something you loved hearing. If he knew how excited he made you feel, it was only fair if you heard the same about yourself. Otherwise, you’d feel stupid tomorrow. “I feel it.”
“You do?” Jungkook grinned, smacking his hips into yours, which made your toes curl. Fuck, he really did know what he was doing. “You like knowing you get men hard?”
“Some men, yeah,” you pretended you didn’t understand what he was asking.
“Okay…” Jungkook shoved himself into you all the way again and stopped moving, letting you feel all of him. “Do you like knowing you get me hard?”
“Yes,” you couldn’t lie, not when Jungkook was standing still, hovering above you, your lips an inch away from his.
“Good, because you fucking do, and not just tonight,” he said, giving you a smirk followed by quick movements of his hips, ones that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Jungkook…” you called out his name, wanting to tell him he shouldn’t be telling you he gets hard for you, not even when you were fucking, because it was a one-time thing and you didn’t want to face him tomorrow and know you get him hard and he gets you excited, and you could never do anything about it ever again.
“I know you know it,” Jungkook said, burying his face in the crook of your neck and starting to pound into you hard, a lot harder than earlier, which made you dig your nails into his back and hold him closer.
You really didn’t know that, though. Never once did you think that Jungkook harbored any feelings, let alone sexual, for you. He was extremely friendly around and offered you advice and listened to you rant about your problems, but you never got the idea that he wanted to fuck you, mostly because he was dating your best friend and you tried hard not to think about him that way. You were just his hot girlfriend’s loser friend, at least that’s how you thought he saw you.
“You don’t like me saying that?” Jungkook grunted, still not moving away from your neck, still keeping the very fast pace which made it hard for you to breathe, let alone speak, but you loved every second of it.
“No,” you admitted with a sigh, trying to focus solely on his cock entering and exiting your body, getting you wetter by the second. “Hana…”
“Pretty, she knows it,” Jungkook smiled at you, like what he was saying was completely normal and you were the weird one for feeling weird about it. “But I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
You nodded without a word and focused on taking his features in.
After all, it was the first and last time you two were having sex, so you might as well try to take in all of it. Jungkook’s hairline was covered with beads of sweat and so was his face, even though in smaller quantities. The ends of his hair were sticking to his forehead and sides of his face, and that only made you want to pull him in so you could kiss and touch him.
However, you didn’t do that.
You lay there with your legs spread and marveled at the sight of this gorgeous man between your legs, keeping the same rhythm as he pumped himself in and out of you, his toned upper body on display, the dark tattoos in contrast with his skin, his earrings dangling whenever his thighs smacked against the back of yours.
“I never want to stop doing this,” Jungkook confessed and the confession made you bite down on your lower lip. You never wanted it to stop either, it just felt fucking amazing. “Can I go deeper?”
You nodded without a word, still enjoying the sight of him on top of you, in you, the lines of his face distorting with pleasure as he stuck his dick inside of you all the way in, getting to feel your warm pussy engulf him, pull him in closer. “Fuck,” he shook his head and looked straight into your eyes. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, everything feels fucking amazing.”
The compliments were music to your ears, you loved hearing this from someone you were as attracted to as you were to Jungkook, and the best part about it was that you knew that he wasn’t lying. Exaggerating, maybe, but not lying—you could feel just how hard he was.
“Does it feel good this deep?” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow up and when you nodded, he grinned. “Can I go faster?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, spreading your legs even wider, which made Jungkook grab you by the thighs, straighten your legs, and press them against his torso. Is that what people meant when they said their legs were around someone’s neck during sex?
You hissed when you felt Jungkook hit a spot deep inside you, which instantly made him freeze in place. “Fuck!”
“Too deep?” Jungkook gently rubbed your thighs with both hands and looked at you worriedly. “Slow down?”
“No, it’s… Uh… Strange?” You cocked your head to the side and couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. You were staring at each other, Jungkook stopped moving, and you found the whole thing funny. “It feels sharp but good?”
“Maybe I found the right spot,” Jungkook said with a grin and then started to fuck you again, this time putting a lot more energy into it, so much so that it got you to scream the first time he entered you all the way and touched that spot again.
From that moment on, most of it was a blur. You did what Jungkook’s voice instructed you to do, which was to close your eyes, breathe, and focus on his dick. It felt weird not watching him fuck you because that’s all you ever wanted to do, but Jungkook was the expert there, so you followed his advice.
Jungkook kept grunting and hissing, clearly enjoying the way your pussy felt around him, but you didn’t open your eyes to look at him. Instead, you kept them closed and focused on his cock. Every time it entered you, it went in deep, really deep. It hit a spot that hurt, but not as much as it felt good.
It was a really weird feeling, but you realized it actually felt good and that the pain came from too much pleasure if that was even possible. The a-ha moment happened when you noticed tears were streaming down your temples and that you were moaning without stopping, completely forgetting that both Jungkook and Hana could hear you falling apart under him.
“Oh, you’re getting so fucking wet now,” Jungkook grunted from above, tightening the grip he had around your thighs, continuing to fuck you, smack his body against the back of your legs, shove himself inside of you all the way, his thick cock filling you up in the best way imaginable.
Then, Jungkook spread your legs, holding each one up by your ankle, hitting the spot from an even better angle. The sudden change in positions made you arch your back and grab the sheets so you had something to hold onto.
“Jesus, Jungkook, keep going,” you muttered the words at him, taking a peek to see if he was as excited as you were just to find him biting down on his lip and looking at you, sweat dripping down his face and chest, looking completely immersed in the moment. “Oh my God…”
“What a tight little pussy you have,” Jungkook grunted, still keeping up with the same fast pace he’d set earlier, keen on getting you to come. “I wish Jeonghun could see you now, spreading your legs for me like a slut.”
“Fuck,” your back arched on its own. At that moment, you wished for that too—maybe he’d then realize that he had to put in a bit more work than just pump in and out of you until he came inside the condom. “Jungkook…”
“I bet he’d be so pissed off to hear all the things you told me….” Jungkook said with a chuckle. “Or see you let me fuck you raw and deep like this… Get to fuck you however you want… Feel those lips around my cock… Fuck, I want all of it so bad. You’re such a good slut for me tonight,” Jungkook hissed before saying your name, which was what threw you off the edge.
You felt like you were about to come ever since he hit that spot, but you just needed that little push to come undone all over his cock, and hearing him say your name did it for you. Jungkook felt you were coming, you were sure, even though he could already tell by the way your entire body twisted and turned while you screamed and held onto the sheets tight, so he kept fucking you, not stopping for a second until you asked him to, barely getting the words out.
The second you told him to stop, he did, but he didn’t pull all the way out, which actually felt nice. Instead, Jungkook stayed inside of you, planted your feet back on the bed, and leaned down to hover over you, his chest pressed against yours as he held himself up on his elbows.
“You are so fucking pretty when you come,” he grunted and started kissing you, so you finally opened your eyes, smiled at him, and then kissed him, feeling cocky enough to shove your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hands around him, tugging at his hair, dragging your fingers across his back, surely leaving marks.
Jungkook loved all of it, you could tell by the way he practically purred on your chest or the way he played with your tongue, or, even more obviously, the way his cock twitched inside of you.
“I want to see you come,” you said into the kiss, which made Jungkook pull away and lick his lips.
“God, yes,” he grunted and started to pump himself into you again and this time, it felt even better. “I fucking love this… Getting to see just how much of a slut you are for me.”
You couldn’t do anything but moan in response since Jungkook started to fuck you even faster than before, his hands now behind your shoulders, lifting them up so he could hold the upper part of your body while he fucked you hard, and it felt amazing, to say the least.
Since his hand held you in place, you didn’t move up and down the bed. Instead, you stayed in the same place and the only thing that moved was Jungkook’s hips, in and out, in and out, his dick filling you up so well each time, but only for a second or two before he pulled out and repeated the motion.
“I’ve wanted this for such a long time,” Jungkook grunted into your ear, his hands holding you in place while his hips snapped up and down quickly. “You feel so fucking warm and tight, just like I imagined…”
“Jungkook,” you were going to tell him he shouldn't be saying that, but then you realized he was about to come and that it was his birthday, so ruining his fantasy would probably spoil the night for him. “Fuck.”
“I wanted to fuck you so bad and now that I know how good it feels, I want it to be my birthday every fucking day,” he kept grunting into your ear while his hips smacked into yours from above. “Getting to feel how warm you are around me… Fuck, it’s great. And how sweet you sound? Your angelic face and then that fucking body of yours that makes me want to ram into you like you’re a blowup doll? I won’t do it, don’t worry. I have to go easy on you,” Jungkook said with a hiss, gently biting into your bottom lip.
“No, do it,” you looked into his eyes and grinned. Why not? Nobody has ever fucked you that hard. It was all bland and boring, just like you. Missionary, slow at first, very quick towards the end, that was it.
“Do it? You sure?” Jungkook checked again, even though you could tell he was dying to do it, and that he was really close to coming already.
“Yes, please, I want to feel it,” you told him, giving him a small grin before moving your hands down to cup his ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck me.”
Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he grunted and started to thrust into you so hard that you had to move your hands up to his back and hold onto him tight. At the same time, Jungkook let go of your shoulders and held onto the bed for support. There were too many sounds to focus on—the sounds of skin hitting skin, Jungkook’s low grunting which got louder and stronger the closer he came to coming, and your moans that you just couldn't stop, not when he was going so fast and making you feel like you were, in fact, his blowup doll.
Jungkook rested his forehead against your shoulder and stopped moving for a second. “I had to stop before I absolutely exploded. Hearing you say this makes me think of so many nasty things…”
With that, he started to move again, clearly excited about getting to come inside of you tonight, which wasn’t a part of the deal. There was no way you’d say no to him, not when you were on the pill and nothing was stopping you from letting him fill you up.
To help him come, you decided to tell him nasty things, since Jungkook seemed to like it that much. “Only you get to come inside of me,” you said something you shouldn’t have said. “You were right, I am a slut for you, I like fucking you way too much.”
“Ughh,” Jungkook grunted and started coming. Even if you couldn’t tell by how spasmodic his movement became, the fact that he pressed the side of his face against yours and held you tight would have given him away. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled, still pumping in and out of you. “Can’t believe you’d let me fill you up with my cum like this…”
You cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss, which Jungkook gladly returned, and you two kissed for seemed like an eternity. During the kiss, you felt his cock get soft and slip out of you, letting his cum drip down your cheeks, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when it felt so nice kissing him. You wanted it to last forever, but you only had that one night, the night of Jungkook’s birthday, and it came to an end.
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You thought seeing Hana after the night you three spent together would be weird, but it was so much more awkward for you than you could have imagined. It felt like your knees went weak the second you saw her walking into the coffee shop unannounced. But, then she waved at you and came up to the bar with a grin like nothing changed between the two of you.
“Hey! Want to take your break with me?” Hana offered, pointing to a table next to the window, far away from any of your coworkers.
A couple of minutes later, you joined her with two coffees and sandwiches, feeling a huge lump in your throat.
Of course, it was still Hana and you were still you—nothing changed. However, now you knew your obsession with her boyfriend went way too far and that you’d have to stop hanging out with him, at least for a while. You’d have to try to forget the way Jungkook felt, kissed, touched, and focus on yourself and getting over your feelings before you could be his friend again.
You knew something like that would happen when you said yes to it, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass out on.
Still, it felt terrible when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t lie about it. Your entire body ached, you were tired and sore, but it was your chest that hurt the most because you knew it was a one-time thing, no matter how much you wanted it to happen again and again. Jungkook was in love with Hana, Hana was in love with him, and you were a hookup. That was it.
So, you avoided them for three days.
Jungkook texted, but you didn’t respond. The things he told you when you two were alone didn’t leave your mind for a second, but they were wrong. Men said a lot of things when they were horny and Jungkook was no exception, you’d learned. The guy asked his girlfriend for a threesome, they agreed on you, the person they both knew well, and he fucked you. That was the extent of his feelings for you.
Even if Jungkook, by some miracle, meant all those things, he was still Hana’s boyfriend and you didn’t want to talk about that topic with him and encourage him to say shit like that. It could ruin their relationship, which could potentially ruin your friendship with Hana and no guy was worth it, not even Jungkook, no matter how attractive, sexy, or great in bed he was.
Luckily, Jungkook didn’t push too much. He sent a text the next morning, thanking you for the night and wanting to know if you were okay, but you felt too confused and hurt and in love to respond to him. Then, you realized that you didn’t want to talk to him about it. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.
That night, Jungkook texted again, telling you he was worried about you and that he hoped nothing had changed.
You didn’t respond to that text either because you went to bed early. The day was exhausting from start to finish, mostly because you spent it alone, reliving last night in your mind over and over again, feeling guilt wash over you every time you’d find yourself enjoying these memories.
When you woke up, you found a third text from Jungkook, sent in the wee hours of the evening, asking you to forgive him if he crossed any lines. He also said he wouldn’t text you again because you clearly needed space. But, if you wanted to talk, he was always there.
All of that sounded perfect and it would have been had Jungkook not been your best friend’s boyfriend.
So, seeing Hana in person after all of that also hurt.
Did Jungkook tell her you weren’t talking to him? He didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but you felt like a total loser. You promised them nothing would change and then you completely changed your attitude towards Jungkook, who did nothing wrong.
“So… How are you?” Hana asked with a smile as she took a bite of the sandwich. “I’m so fucking hungry, sorry, I can’t wait.”
“No, no, please, eat,” you nodded and took a sip of the coffee, feeling too nervous to eat. “I’m fine, why? Just busy with work.”
Hana glared at you while she chewed and you knew she could see right through you. “Cut the crap,” she said, her mouth still full of food, but you felt so bad that you couldn’t even reprimand her for that like you usually would.
“I’m sorry I’m acting all weird,” you sighed, looking straight into her eyes. “I promised nothing would change and it clearly has, but not in a bad sense. I guess I just need time to like, get my thoughts in order, or something. Maybe it was a bigger step than I thought it would be.”
“Sure,” Hana readily agreed, chasing down the bite with a sip of coffee. “I get it, we all needed time to figure it all out. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just ignore each other in the meantime, right?”
“I would never ignore you,” you shook your head. Did it really come off that way? You really didn’t have time that week because you took all the extra shifts you could to take your mind off of things. You couldn’t think about Jungkook and the way he made you feel if you worked 12 hours a day. “Why do you think that?”
“I don’t mean me,” her raised eyebrow told you that Jungkook told her all about his failed attempts at talking to you. “The three of us took part in it. If nothing has changed between you and me, it shouldn’t between the two of you.”
“Yes,” you nodded in agreement because Hana was right. Normal people would see the situation that way. Why change your behavior towards Jungkook but not her? It didn’t make any sense, but feelings rarely did. “It didn’t. I mean, it won’t.”
“Why are you ignoring Jungkook then?”
“I—,” you gulped, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. You could never lie to Hana, not even if you tried. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and she could easily tell when you were being dishonest. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s work through it together,” your friend suggested with a smile as if she didn’t realize she’d be uncovering some shameful secrets if she kept pushing. “We’re best friends. What we did doesn’t change anything between us because we’re still friends.”
You nodded in agreement, holding your cup with both hands and taking comfort in its warmth. That’s what you really needed—a long warm hug, but not from Hana and definitely not from Jungkook, even though you knew how amazing his hugs felt.
“Cool. And you and Jungkook were friends before this. So why not stay friends after? Unless something changed…”
“No, nothing changed,” you spoke up, never wanting to think you were interested in her boyfriend or that you’d try to do anything to separate them. “I mean, Jungkook is still my friend, clearly.”
“But you have feelings for him,” Hana suggested with a completely serious face, looking straight into your eyes which made you look at the floor in embarrassment.
You felt like the worst person out there, mostly because it didn’t even look like she was angry. Of course she wouldn’t be, she was your friend, which was exactly why your feelings for her boyfriend were completely out of place. Did she realize this that night? How long has she known? You felt embarrassed to even exist in her vicinity.
“I…. Hana,” you sighed, still unable to face her. “You’re my friend and you’ll always come first. I just need time to forget about it before I can… Be his friend. But that’s all there is to it.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Hana said in such a calm tone that you just had to look at her to determine what she was feeling.
You found her smiling at you warmly, much to your surprise. When your eyes met, she reached out and placed her hand on yours.
“You idiot,” she said in a mocking tone, and your breath hitched in your throat, but then she giggled. “Did you really think I can’t tell? I got a boyfriend and suddenly forgot how you function? Please.”
“I’m sorry,” was all you could tell her. She could see right through you, as always.
“Will you please text Jungkook back?” Hana asked with a raised eyebrow, surprising you with her request. “I think he really wants to talk to you, but he’s waiting for you to text him back because he doesn’t want to pester you, or something like that.”
Your cheeks were blushing at that point, you could feel it. Why did she want this when you’d just told her how you felt about him? “M-maybe it’s better if I wait for a while until I can think straight.”
“I have to tell you something,” Hana leaned in and lowered her voice. “But don’t take it the wrong way and jump to conclusions, okay? Promise.”
“I promise,” you crossed your heart and looked right into her eyes, feeling like you were shivering.
“We broke u—” she started but was cut off by your loud gasp.
“What the fuck?” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “Oh my God, please tell me it had nothing to do with his birthday,” you glared at her, feeling like a total piece of shit for getting involved with a couple. What in the hell were you thinking? “I feel so bad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Fuck, I hope I di—”
“Stop,” it was her turn to cut you off by raising her hand. “We talked about it before. Long before the threesome even happened. There’s love and there’s lust, and we both knew what our thing was. Then I started thinking about Jimin way too much and that was my own fault. But, I have to say that I always knew he had a soft spot for you. Jungkook, I mean. He took more interest in you than he did in me. Well, you know what I mean. You two became friends and we’re more like people who fuck and like each other enough to hang out, something like that,” she explained and then shrugged.
“What? I don’t get anything.”
“I’m saying that we were discussing just breaking things off and being single and then it was my birthday and I asked him for a favor, with Jimin. And I thought we’d break up then and that would be it. But then Jungkook asked for a present, and I knew exactly what it was going to be,” she looked at you knowingly. “And I also knew that if I told you we technically broke up, you’d never do it. And I knew you definitely should.”
“I feel totally cheated just so you know,” you told her after taking all of it in. “You are right, I never would have done it, so I’m kind of upset. I’m just shocked by all of this, I guess.”
“Listen... “ Hana reached out again, grabbing your hand. “Jungkook is a really sweet, nice guy. I know what you’re thinking, he’s my ex and it’s wrong and he likes to experiment and you’re monogamous and all that. Well, he’s my ex, but so fucking what? You fucked him too, we’re even. And the thing is, he’s not like me, maybe that’s why we don’t work well together. He wants to experiment if he doesn’t have deep feelings for someone,” Hana smirked at you. “I would bet everything I have that Jungkook would never let you sleep with Jimin or any one of his friends. There’s just no way he’d do it. With me, it’s different because we just had that type of thing, it was fun and convenient and we got laid, but that’s about it.”
“This feels so fucking weird. Like, you sitting here, trying to explain how Jungkook, who I thought was your boyfriend five minutes ago, would be a good choice for me,” you shook your head before letting it fall into your palms. “It’s too much.”
“Okay. Take your time,” Hana chuckled, and hearing her laughter made everything seem fine and normal again. “I’m just trying to tell you that whatever you decide is fine with me, for real. I didn’t want to say it over the phone because I wanted to be sure you knew I meant it. And also, Jungkook’s been nagging me for three days. He wants to make sure you’re alright, you don’t regret it, you don’t hate him, and stuff like that. So I wanted to let you know that we’re not together, we didn’t break up because of you, and you should really talk to him, even if you don’t know what you want.”
“You think so?”
“Yes,” Hana shook her head at you. “I know you. You’ll overthink this, imagine a million different scenarios, and find a million downsides to this. Well, if you talk to him about it, he can answer your questions so you don’t come up with your own answers. Jungkook’s not going to force you to meet up with him or anything, he just wants to talk. Hear him out and then take your time to decide. You don’t even have to decide, that’s the best part of life. Nobody’s forcing you to do anything. Take your time, live a little, have fun with him. Just talk to the guy.”
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Hana’s friendship always meant the world to you, but that day, you realized that she was really the best friend you’d ever had. Your mother always used to tell you that blood was thicker than water because your family would always put your interests first while friends would often take their own feelings into account.
Well, Hana proved your mother wrong.
The worst part about this whole thing was that she was right—you had to respond to Jungkook and hear him out. Otherwise, you’d come up with a bunch of problems and not one solution. You’d come to conclusions on Jungkook’s intentions when that wasn’t something you could know, not without talking to him first.
You: I’m sorry for not responding. I talked to Hana today and she explained what happened between you.
What else did you want to tell him? The dude texted you three times and went out of his way to get Hana to talk to you, so you had to get it all out there and explain everything.
You: It was stupid to ignore you, but I wanted to try to forget what happened before I talked to you again
You: Honestly, it felt wrong to have all these feelings for my friend’s boyfriend, so I didn’t want to get involved even more
Was that right? Of course, you didn’t want to suggest anything or dig deep into your feelings when you weren’t even sure what it was that he wanted from you.
Jungkook: Thanks for responding :) I was worried about you after everything
Jungkook: I’m sorry if I made it weird by saying all those things… I guess I got ahead of myself, but I just forgot that you didn’t know that Hana and I weren’t a thing anymore, so it must have sounded really weird
Jungkook: Now that you know, I hope you can look at it differently, but I also get it if you can’t. I keep thinking we fucked up by not just telling you we weren’t together, but Hana was against that, but maybe I should have went against her wishes this one time
He was right, it was all a bit too much. The fact that the two of them knew they weren’t together but kept it from you did sound weird, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood where Hana was coming from.
Clearly, she thought you and Jungkook would work well together, a lot better than the two of them, but she also knew you as a person, which meant she was aware that you’d never agree to fuck her ex right after they broke up.
You: It’s really a lot to take in at once, if I’m honest
Jungkook: That’s true and it’s normal to feel that way, it’s all complicated
Jungkook: But I’m hoping you’ll think about it and come to the same conclusion as me
You: And that is?
Jungkook: That we would work out, for sure, even if it’s all a bit messy :) because we care about each other
You stared at the text for minutes, the words “care about each other” flashing before your eyes, not leaving your mind for a second. Jungkook was saying this? To you?
You: Oh? Pretty cocky :D
That maybe wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say, but it felt easier to turn everything into a joke than admit all your feelings for Jungkook right away, especially when you felt so confused by the whole thing.
Jungkook: Hm… You may not want to date me or be in a relationship with me after everything, BUT you can’t tell me you don’t care about me
Jungkook: I can tell, just like I know you can tell
Jungkook: I mean, if Hana and all of my friends see it…
What? Did people really know about this?
You: What??
Jungkook: We really have a lot to talk about lol want to go out for a walk or something?
You felt like a fool when you realized that everyone other than you knew you had feelings for Jungkook. And that he had feelings for you, even though that still felt surreal. His friends? Really? He really baited you right in.
You: When?
Jungkook: After work? Before dinner? Tonight? Literally whenever you want
You: After work’s fine
Jungkook: Are you nervous?
You: Fuck yes
Even that was an understatement. You kept thinking about what you were going to wear, how you’d even survive looking into Jungkook’s eyes again, how you’d tell him any of the things you were thinking and how you’d sit through him complimenting you in person.
Jungkook: It’s okay :D I won’t do or say anything you don’t want
Jungkook: I’m a pretty straightforward guy, but I know it’s a complicated situation and it will take time
Jungkook: and I have all the time in the world and want to try to make it work
Your heart beat so loud you thought it would just jump out of your chest. Why was he saying these things when he knew how you felt? It would be so strange to see him face to face after all these confessions.
You: Let’s talk about it when we meet up :)
Did that sound cold? You couldn’t help but feel that way when you read the text again, so you quickly typed and sent another one.
You: I don’t want to sound uninterested or something because you know I’m not. I think we should talk about it in person and decide what to do then
Jungkook: Of course, no worries! I’ll come pick you up after work then?
You: Great, see you then
Jungkook: I’m so excited :D
You: LOL me too
You: why are we acting like high schoolers?
Jungkook: isn’t it a good feeling, though?
Jungkook: being so excited about just seeing someone and talking to them
Jungkook: doesn’t happen often :) see you later!
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author’s note: okay so jokes on you, jokes on me, im splitting this part up too :,,,,( part 4 (which is already a part of part 2) became too long yikes. so there’ll be a part 5 ripppp
Gguk?”
“Uhm… yeah?” he confirms, confused as to why you look so confused, peeking out from behind your door.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was Monday already!”
Jeongguk’s heart sinks. “Oh, are you busy? We can do another time if this isn’t a good one…”
“No, no, I just have something I need to finish up, but it’ll only take me another half an hour or so, so come in.”
The door opens wider, enough for him to step inside, and he does, eyes traveling curiously along your figure. You’re in a fluffy, blue robe despite it being afternoon.
“What are you…” he begins, trailing behind you into the kitchen, where there’s a ton of white fabric occupying the table right next to a sewing machine, and it dawns on him.
Taehyung can't understand why you've been avoiding him.
⤑ word count: 8.3k
⤑ genre: angst, strangers to friends to lovers, smut
⤑ warnings: unprotected sex, lots of dirty talk
⤑ rating: 18+
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“You can what?” Taehyung’s eyes widened in excitement and he knew he heard the girl on his lap correctly, but something wasn’t clicking. Who would offer something like that when meeting someone for the first time? The type of girl he went for, apparently.
“I can twirl on your dick. The helicopter, they call it, I think,” she giggled, placing her hand on Taehyung’s chest and looking up at him, eyes filled with expectation. This was clearly an offer—she would let Taehyung fuck her and do nasty stuff to her. Taehyung’d met her an hour ago and she was already offering to helicopter him, or whatever the fuck that was called. “Have you tried that?”
“Nope,” Taehyung admitted. Did this stranger manage to pinpoint the one thing he hadn’t tried?
This whole thing started earlier when Taehyung got pretty upset about you not coming to the party even though you told him you would. In fact, you’d practically promised because you’d been avoiding him this whole time.
Tahyung had a feeling that this whole weird vibe going one was about the fucking threesome you had with Hoseok. Clearly, it was a mistake, and Taehyung should have just kept his mouth shut when the dude walked in on you. Or, he should have told Hoseok to fuck off and leave you two to finish what you started.
But no, Taehyung had to be a macho guy and make it into a competition and invite Hoseok to join. Why did he do that? That’s what he kept asking himself ever since you turned him down the first time after the threesome.
The whole thing backfired spectacularly mostly because he hasn’t seen you since. You were avoiding him—even a guy with no dating experience like Taehyung could tell that. Usually, you’d be down whenever he texted you, or you’d text him yourself, which he loved. After all, what was the point of a fuck-buddy thing if only one person was the one who made the calls? No, Taehyung preferred it this way, when you called him whenever you felt the need to fuck or just get eaten out, and he had no problem dropping whatever he was doing and coming to see you.
Well, the threesome fucked that whole thing up and left him high and dry. After you’d turned down two of his invitations, which was a big deal in Taehyung’s book, you two practically stopped talking.
So, when you finally told him you’d be going to this party, Taehyung felt elated. Finally, he’d get to fuck you again. He was starting to miss sex, and this agreement of yours was keeping Taehyung from getting it in other places, and he knew he had to respect it if he wanted your thing to keep going. It was simple to follow, even for a guy like him.
But, it was getting more difficult as time progressed, especially when you bailed on him, just hours before the party started, telling him you weren’t feeling well. Once again, Taehyung was left wondering why he’d even agreed to this in the first place. He wasn’t the type for any sort of relationship or agreement, and this just solidified his opinion. You and he had a deal, you started to avoid him, and now he wasn’t even getting sex from the one person he agreed to have a fuck-buddy thing with. How did this shit happen to him?
Taehyung: Is it something that a good dicking down can fix?
You: not really! I’ll take you up on the offer some other time
Now, Taehyung wasn’t the type of person to get angry if turned down. Instead, he’d just move on to someone else and have his fun regardless. That was his way of living and it worked for him, it always did.
This time, though, he did get angry.
You were the one who had a fuck-buddy and decided to ditch him because Hoseok was ditching you for sex all the time. Taehyung remembered how many times you told him that was the reason you were no longer fucking with Hoseok and not the fact that he chose to date someone else over you.
Besides, that’s how you ended up fucking Taehyung in the first place, right? You weren’t getting sex from your fuck-buddy, so you found yourself a new one and Taehyung happened to find himself in the right place at the right time.
Now, you were starting to do the same thing to Taehyung—you were fuck-buddies but there was no fucking going on. Because of Taehyung’s limited conversation skills when it came to anything other than sex, he sucked at keeping the conversation going, so you two didn’t even talk.
So, that’s how Taehyung found himself at this party with a pretty girl on his lap. She made a move on him early on, before he even had a proper drink, and through it all, Taehyung could feel Yoongi’s gaze on him.
Earlier that night, Taehyung informed Yoongi that you’d be coming. It felt like a childish thing to say, Taehyung realized right after he’d said it, and Yoongi knew that too, so he latched onto it. It wasn’t like Taehyung to care about who’d be coming to a party, so Yoongi wanted to make the most out of this slip-up.
“Oh, so you and my hero are still going strong?” Yoongi chuckled smugly at Taehyung, who felt stupid for saying anything at all. He didn’t appreciate the implication that anything other than sex was going on there. “Nice.”
“How is she your hero?” Taehyung asked his friend, failing to follow, even though they’ve had the exact same conversation in the past. “She did have sex with me, clearly, so she gave in. Just saying. I should be the hero in this story.”
“Hm,” Yoongi looked to the side while grimacing, and it made Taehyung believe there was more Yoogi wanted to say but was trying to get Taehyung to ask him about it. The sly bastard!
“What!?” Taehyung sighed, knowing he’d regret even asking.
“The way I see it, she still won,” Yoongi grinned, which made Taehyung scoff. Of course fucking Yoongi would think that.
“You’re right, she won! She gets to fuck me,” Taehyung winked at his friend, hoping he’d stop talking about you.
“Exactly,” Yoongi nodded as if he wasn’t proving Taehyung right. “She gets to fuck you and only you whenever she wants, under her terms, and you don’t fuck anyone else.”
Taehyung took a sharp breath when Yoongi said that because the thought had crossed his mind before, but he never thought about it that way. It was just a circumstance to him, but now that Yoongi said it out loud, it became more than that—it became real. You had your way with Taehyung, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“In my eyes, she won.”
Yoongi’s theory annoyed Taehyung, not because you weren’t someone he could be interested in, but because Taehyung didn’t want to be the guy who could only have sex with one person. That could never be him. What was there to get out of it? Sooner or later, the weaker person—clearly not him—would develop feelings and things would get messy. What was the point of all that?
And yet again, despite Taehyung’s stance on monogamy, he had that deal with you, and he didn’t want to fuck you over because you treated him so well.
During the time you’d been hooking up, you’d given him so much pleasure and excitement, so he felt like he was getting something from the deal too. What other girl would wake him up by calling him on the phone and asking if she could come over to fuck him? And Taehyung said yes, of course—he’d be a fool to turn that offer down—so you took the lead and rode him until you both got what you needed from each other. In Taehyung’s world, things rarely happened that way, so he started to enjoy the weird closeness you two shared, but he wasn’t fooling himself.
Taehyung knew the closeness came from the insane amounts of sex you were having. There wasn’t anything else to it, just the sex and the attraction you two felt towards each other.
A while after the conversation, the helicopter girl and her friend joined Yoongi and Taehyung. He could tell from miles away that she was into him, and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. The friend was just there to keep Yoongi busy so she could hit on Taehyung, who appreciated her game. Not even ten minutes later, she asked Taehyung if he wanted to talk to her somewhere more private.
Taehyung caught the way Yoongi cocked his eyebrow as if he was challenging Taehyung to do it. Would he, though?
Taehyung took the girl to the sitting area and she sat on his lap without him asking her to, which he took as a clear sign of her being down to fuck. She wanted him and she wasn’t going to beat around the bush. Usually, Taehyung would take her up on her offer right away, not wasting time on chatting when he could be inside of her. Someone new, fun, exciting, something he’d never tried before. What was there to lose?
“If we have sex, you need to offer me something I haven’t tried before,” Taehyung interrupted her in the middle of what seemed like her pitch to get some dick where she was telling him about how she was single for a while and really needed to have some fun. And boy, did he feel the same way! “Otherwise, what’s the point?”
Taehyung usually wasn’t that straightforward in setting demands, but this time he had something to lose—his deal with you. So, her offer had to be better than anything he’d tried before. That way, he could justify it to himself. Yeah, he’d lose the deal with you, but he’d receive something amazing in return.
She offered anal which Taehyung had mastered by then, creampie which he was disgusted by considering they’d just met and there was no way in hell he’d fuck her without a condom, and some positions that weren’t exactly news to him.
Now, the helicopter… That was something.
Taehyung hadn’t tried it and, if he was being honest, it didn’t exactly sound enjoyable. What if she made a wrong move and fucked his dick up? He heard horror stories about guys ending up in the ER after a reverse cowgirl gone bad and he never wanted to be in that position, mostly because it would take a while for his dick to get better, which would mean no sex for him. Still, he wanted to try it.
As the girl leaned in and whispered to Taehyung how she couldn’t wait to do it on his dick, he caught himself thinking whether this position was worth your deal.
If he fucked someone else, he’d have to wear a condom, even if he fucked this girl with one on. That was the deal. Taehyung got why—STDs were a bitch to get rid of but so easy to catch.
The worst part is, he could get one through oral as well. If Taehyung wanted to get his dick wet, it would have to be without oral and he’d have to wrap it up, and that took the fun out of sex for him. If he waited for a while longer, he’d get to do all of that with you, and that was what was keeping him from telling this girl to go upstairs.
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The fact that you were avoiding sex with Taehyung was disappointing, he couldn’t lie, but the fact that you were avoiding him was just enraging.
Taehyung didn’t think you’d do that but then he ran into you at an event you told him you wouldn’t be going to.
First, you didn’t show up to that Thursday party where he almost hooked up with the helicopter girl, and then you told Taehyung you weren’t going out that weekend either. It wasn’t exactly a party—it was some sort of a burger/beer fest downtown, out in the open, and people didn’t come here to get wasted. It was more of a place to meet people, eat something, have a drink, and listen to some good music, a chill place. Obviously, it was not something Taehyung would pick as the perfect way to spend a Friday night. Yoongi, however, had different plans.
When Taehyung asked you if you were going, you told him you didn’t feel like it, so he told you he’d be going to a real party in that case. Taehyung was only asking you to go there because he felt the beer fest was more up your alley than a house party since you told him you weren’t in the mood for partying. So, imagine his shock when he walked into that park with Yoongi, Lianne, and her friend, Soo-young, and saw you there.
You were hanging out with a couple of friends and your mouth dropped open in shock when you spotted Taehyung, as it should. The second you caught his eye, Taehyung understood that you’d lied to him about not going anywhere. Clearly, you thought you wouldn’t be caught in your lie. And what for?
Now, Taehyung wasn’t a guy to beat around the bush or lie to people. When he wanted to discuss something, he could approach the subject with complete honesty. So, Taehyung felt like it was the perfect time to stop playing games and start being honest with each other, so he excused himself and walked over to your friend group.
Why beat around the bush? If you were trying to cut him off, Taehyung wanted to hear it as soon as possible and face to face, so he knew where he stood. Taehyung didn’t have to be an expert on women to notice the nervousness in your eyes intensify with every step he took until he was standing right next to you.
“Hey, guys, lovely to see you here,” Taehyung greeted everyone with a fake grin, even though he didn’t even know half of your friends.
They all greeted Taehyung like they knew him, which he took as a clear sign of you talking about him to your friends. Then, he turned to face you. “Hey there. Have a minute for me?”
“Uh, uhm, sure,” you said, nodding, and your friends said they were going to get something to eat anyway.
Taehyung could tell you were extremely nervous, especially now that your friends all agreed to leave. He didn’t want you to feel that way around him, clearly, but he wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
“Meet us at the burger truck later,” a girl friend patted your shoulder before walking off and officially leaving you all alone with Taehyung.
“So,” he cleared his throat and couldn’t help but feel a bit petty. “Feeling better?”
You opened your mouth to say something, but then you immediately closed it, which Taehyung took as an admission of you being caught red-handed. You sure looked fine to him. In fact, you looked more than fine.
This wasn’t a party, but you still looked so fuckable that Taehyung was starting to feel like it was all about you and less about the tight dresses you wore when you went out with him. The reason he was saying that was that you were wearing a flowy summer dress, the kind that left a lot to the imagination, but he still thought you looked amazing.
“You know I’m not good at this, but I really can’t take this anymore,” Taehyung decided to go easy on you and help you out instead of leaving you to scramble for an appropriate response.
You nodded slowly, letting him speak.
“I just want to know where we are. I mean, are we still fucking or not?” Taehyung sighed, realizing how straightforward that sounded. Usually, he preferred being straightforward, but it didn’t seem like the right choice of words in this situation. “I mean… You know. We have a deal. I just want to know if it’s still on, and if so, why you are avoiding me. If it’s not on, then just let me know so I can… do my thing.”
You rubbed the inner corner of your eyes with your fingertips, a clear sign of you being overwhelmed, and sighed before talking to him. “I’m sorry, Tae. I’ve just been… Kind of a mess.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Taehyung leaned in and hissed at you, as the thought had just come to his mind and scared the shit out of him. It could happen, even if you were on birth control, and it wasn’t like you two were careful about where he came. That would explain you not feeling well so often and losing your need for parties so suddenly.
“What is wrong with you?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, instantly feeling a lot less nervous. “No, I’m not. I would tell you that.”
“Okay, and why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” Taehyung didn’t waste any time. “Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than that.”
“First, I was on my period, so we couldn’t really fuck, right?” You said, to which Taehyung nodded. In fact, Taehyung didn’t really mind it, but you were squeamish, so he didn’t want to talk you into it. If you wanted to, you’d let him know. Period, that was something he could live with if that was the only reason you weren’t down to meet him. But, periods don’t last that long. “And then, uh, Hobi called me.”
“So you two are a thing now?” Taehyung didn’t feel right saying those words out loud. What was he feeling? Whatever it was, it was gross and so unlike him. Did he lose? You had a threesome and you chose the third person? What an L, but it was his to take. He was the dumbass that asked Hoseok to join.
“No,” you scoffed right away, and the pressure in his chest evaporated. “God, no! It’s just that I needed some time to think about what Hoseok said.”
“And that is?” Taehyung couldn’t help but ask.
What was Hoseok trying to do? The last time you three saw each other, Taehyung and you acted like you knew each other a lot more closely than you and Hoseok, but that was just one night. Taehyung had a feeling Hoseok knew you a lot better than him and that was what was worrying Taehyung. He couldn’t beat Hoseok, who knew you inside and out.
“Some things about us,” you told him with a nod as if it wasn’t even important. “I mean, me and him.”
“He wanted you back, right?” Taehyung asked and you slowly nodded. Clearly, you were trying to protect Hoseok’s dignity and Taehyung liked that. It meant you’d do the same for him. Still, he didn’t like the fact that a) Hoseok was trying to win you back behind Taehyung’s back when he knew you two were fucking, b) that you had to take time to think about it, and c) that you didn’t tell him about it until he confronted you in public. “You do know that you can do that if you want? Just let me know.”
“No, I don’t,” you told him, sighing while smiling, which he took as a sign of you finding the whole thing ridiculous. “It’s just that we had this really strange talk about what happened between me and him and what happened with us, and that night, and it made me feel really… dirty. And not in a good way. So I took some time to think about everything, and I don’t mean whether I want to fuck Hoseok again or not, he made that choice when he started dating someone without telling me.”
Okay, Taehyung could live with this. It wasn’t about him or Hoseok, it was about you. Still, hearing you say you felt dirty after fucking them didn’t sit right with Taehyung. It implied that you thought something about what you did was wrong, and it wasn’t. All three of you wanted to do it, nobody was hurt, everyone had fun.
“So, that was it. I just didn’t know how to write all of that in text and I know you’re not the kind of guy to meet up with me just so I could talk about my feelings. Right?” You asked, clearly not happy with this aspect of your thing with Taehyung. “So I figured I would just call you when I felt like having sex with you would be the right thing.”
He couldn’t lie, that sounded a lot like him, and Taehyung understood your inner conflict, even though he could never find himself in that situation. Things were simple for him—if he had a problem, he would just say it. Women were different, he knew, and Taehyung wasn’t sure he was someone that could deal with so many emotions and intricate feelings and, frankly, things he knew nothing about.
“Right,” Taehyung nodded, realizing that he was staring at your chest, so he quickly looked up at your face. “Just… You could have told me instead of avoiding me. It was kind of obvious.”
“I made a mistake,” you gave him a faint smile. “It won’t happen again if… If you…. If we keep this thing going.”
The fact that you said that made Taehyung’s stomach turn with excitement because it meant you wanted to fuck him again and again, just like he did you. It seemed like you two were on the same page after all.
“If it’s up to me, we keep going,” Taehyung said while looking straight into your eyes and then he realized he was giving in way too easily, but he couldn’t say no to you. “This here, it’s exactly why I don’t have fuck-buddies and I don’t do this shit. Just be honest with me and things will work out. See you… sometime, I guess.”
“Tae!” You stopped him from walking away and he hoped what you were going to say was going to be good. “Later?”
Later, the magic word. Taehyung nodded and told you to text him before running off to meet his friends, finally feeling happy about himself.
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Taehyung felt even happier when you texted him later and you two agreed to meet in the parking lot. You were tipsy, he could tell by the way you giggled when he approached you and how hard you hugged him, and the way you kept rambling on about how stupid you felt for ignoring him, like it even mattered. You talked about it and decided to move on, why dwell on it?
“I told you you were acting like a child, and then I did something as stupid as that,” you shook your head at Taehyung, annoyed with yourself. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry, you deserve better.”
This was probably the first time anyone has apologized to him while looking straight into his eyes, and Taehyung wasn’t sure how to react. It sounded like you actually meant it and like you cared about how your actions affected him. That was a first. “It’s, uh, it’s fine. Just… Let’s not do that again?”
“Let me make it up to you,” you looked at him suggestively, and Taehyung wasn’t crazy to let the offer pass him by. Clearly, you decided to keep going, and Taehyung was more than okay with your decision.
Five minutes later, he was sitting in the back of your car with you on his lap, positioning his cock against your entrance as you stared right into his eyes, waiting to feel him. It’s been a while since you two were in this position and he wanted to make the most out of it.
“Sit on it, come on,” Taehyung told you before leaning in to kiss you, and you did as he asked in the middle of the kiss, deciding not to break it.
Taehyung could tell just how much you enjoyed the feeling of him entering you, and he could tell just how tight you felt, but so fucking wet for him at the same time. He hoped so, after how long you kissed him for and how gently he grabbed your ass under that dress of yours, or how his tongue played with your nipples, getting you to moan his name before he even went near your pussy. You had to enjoy it, otherwise, you’d end it—it was plain and simple.
“Oh, fuck,” you grunted when Taehyung bottomed out and you sat on his thighs, his cock lodged deep inside of you. “Just a second, let me… Ah, fuck…”
“Take your time,” Taehyung said, patting your thighs gently before giving them a light squeeze. “It’s been a while.”
With that, he sneaked his hand under your dress and started to rub your clit with his thumb to get you to relax your walls and start enjoying the feeling of his hard dick in you. Clearly, you enjoyed the feeling—the fact that your eyes rolled to the back of your head just solidified his opinion. “Fuck, Taehyung!”
“Good?” He smirked at you, obviously knowing the answer. Taehyung couldn’t help it, though, he really liked watching you enjoy his touch, his dick, his tongue, or whatever else he was doing to you. For some reason, getting you to feel that good made him feel amazing in return. Maybe it was the fact that you were really cocky or that you knew you could have your pick of men, “Relax, let me help you out.”
You grabbed onto Taehyung’s shoulders and let him rub your clit, which led to your walls relaxing around his cock, and Taehyung loved that feeling. “Mhm, fuck, more!”
“Why don’t you move then?” Taehyung suggested with a smirk on his face, enjoying the slightly annoyed look on yours. “You’ll feel more of it if you ride my dick.”
“Sure,” you said, not even putting up a fight or saying something cocky in return, which was a first. Instead, you grabbed onto his shoulders tight and started to move your hips forward and backward first, getting used to the feeling of Taehyung inside of you.
Taehyung felt like he’d died and gone to paradise. Was he really that turned on? Yes, Taehyung hadn’t had sex in a while, which hit someone like him pretty hard, but it didn’t feel like that was it.
Maybe it was because it was you and he was really starting to enjoy your dynamic? Or was it the way your groans and moans made him feel, the way you showed him just how good he was making you feel just by sitting there and letting you use his cock to get off? The fact that you turned Hoseok down for him? To get to fuck him, of all people? It could have been anything.
“You’re so fucking hard,” you grunted at him, hands still gripping his shoulders tight as you used your legs to start slowly moving up and down his cock. “I’ve missed this a lot.”
“Me too,” Taehyung admitted right away, not caring about how you could take his words. He missed being inside of you, he missed having you on top of him, and he missed hearing his name leave your mouth. Why wouldn’t he admit that? It didn’t mean anything. Taehyung’s hands were perched around your waist and he enjoyed feeling your body move under his touch as you moved your hips up and down, getting yourself off. “I’m glad you came to your senses.”
You chuckled at that, which made your walls clench and release around him a couple of times in a row, and Taehyung grunted at the feeling, to which you spoke.“I hate telling you how much I like fucking you.”
“Why?” Taehyung asked, licking his lips. The sight of you riding him, your tits peeking out of your dress, nipples hard, and just waiting for him to bite into them again was enough to get him to drool.
“Because you’re so cocky already,” you chuckled again, making Taehyung feel like he was about to explode right inside of you. “Don’t want it to get to your head.”
“You’d fuck me either way,” Taehyung said, suddenly feeling really full of himself. You were here after taking the time to think about whether you even wanted to keep fucking him, and you chose him over your long-time fuck-buddy, Hoseok. That meant something. “And you know it.”
You rolled your eyes and started to move your hips faster, lifting them up and then smacking them down against Taehyung’s, which made his breath hitch in his throat every time. There was something hot about fucking you in the backseat of the car in this parking lot, where anyone could walk past and see you two, your dress pooling around your waist, Taehyung’s dick inside of you.
“Maybe,” you mumbled, not wanting to let him win. “Can’t pretend you’re not good.”
“There’s no need to,” Taehyung grinned, smacking your ass again. He loved the way your supple flesh felt under his palm, how he got to squeeze and touch, and you just enjoyed it, even when he wasn’t as gentle as you liked. “You know I love hearing how good I am.”
“Boy, do I,” you said with a chuckle, and it made him cackle too.
Clearly, you found men like Taehyung annoying. You didn’t appreciate his crude sense of humor and the fact that he was so cocky about his abilities. But, he could put his money where his mouth is, and he proved that to you, so Taehyung figured you wouldn’t get tired of him that easily.
“Are you tired already?” Taehyung teased you, leaning back into the seat and letting you take complete control. You were slowing down a bit, but Taehyung knew this wasn’t exactly your favorite position, especially not in the cramped backseat of a car.
“No,” you shook your head, took a deep breath, and started to move faster. “I’m just enjoying it too much.”
“It’s been too long, true,” Taehyung said against his better judgment. Why was he trying to tell you he missed having sex with you? What kind of gross part of him felt the need to share it? Still, you didn’t seem to mind. “You ride me so well… Are you gonna make me come? Let me come inside you? Get us both to come?”
You nodded with a chuckle. “Can’t fucking wait.”
“I can tell,” Taehyung grinned and grabbed onto the soft flesh of your ass, groping it hard. “Such a needy slut today…”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, leaning in to nibble on Taehyung’s ear, which he fucking loved. You found out about this spot one day when you played with his ear and ever since then, you tried to go for it whenever you two were alone. Your tongue there just made his knees weak and made it harder for him to move or concentrate. Then, you giggled and whispered in his ear, ever so sweetly. “Taehyung, I can’t wait to feel you come inside of me.”
Taehyung had no choice but to grunt because he was so fucking close at that point and now he had to stop you for a second by grabbing your hips and pushing you down, making it impossible for you to snap your hips back up. “Stop, stop… Just a second,” he said, breathing in deeply. Why did the thought of getting to fill you with his sperm made him so fucking excited? He almost did it right then, and you didn’t even come yet.
“Like it a bit too much?” You teased, to which Taehyung decided to play your game and leaned in to kiss you.
When you kissed him back, he moved his hands from your waist up to your hair, tugging at it gently, knowing that was your weak spot. Whenever he played with your hair, even when he was rough, you practically purred at him. Taehyung knew he could get you to do whatever if he just treated you the way you liked. “Like it a bit too much?” He teased you back, licking his way up your neck.
As if you remembered that you were supposed to ride him, you snapped out of it and started to move your hips up and down again, enjoying the feeling of Taehyung’s hands in your hair.
“I feel so stupid for almost fucking this up,” you grunted as you slammed your hips against Taehyung, kicking your head back.
Taehyung couldn’t believe you were actually thinking about that while you two were fucking. What was it with women and overthinking during sex? To him, it was a sign that he wasn’t doing enough to clear your mind, so Taehyung decided to take matters into his own hands.
Wanting to make you feel good, he pulled you in closer, grabbed your waist with both hands, and started to thrust into you from below. The sounds of his skin hitting yours with every loud thrust made you moan even more, and Taehyung could swear he saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, so he knew he was hitting the right spot. “The only thing you should be feeling now is my cock inside of you, okay?”
You nodded, giving in and kissing him, pulling him closer so you could tug at his hair and rest your forehead against Taehyung’s while he kept his pace and fucked you from below, touching your g-spot every single time. He liked the fact that he could now tell exactly what you liked and how you liked it. You got to that point with a lot of communication. Obviously, sex-related communication, but that was something—it worked wonders for both of you sexually.
“I know,” you said with a moan, and it sounded like music to his ears. “It’s just…” You paused with every thrust of his because the feeling made you grunt and try hard to keep your voice down. “Stupid…” You hissed this time and leaned in to nibble on his ear again, which Taehyung greatly appreciated, even though it was making it hard for him to focus on your words. “To let Hobi inside my head like that.”
“Babe, let’s not talk about another guy while I’m fucking you,” Taehyung suggested, knowing that his own comparisons with Hoseok were already doing enough harm for his self-esteem. He really didn’t need to hear you say Hoseok’s name one more time while Taehyung was the one fucking you. “You’ll tell me about it later.”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement and Taehyung reached for your throat while keeping the other hand on your waist. “Keep going, Tae…”
“Let me make you come first,” he grinned and started to pump into you so hard that you screamed out and dug your fingers into his shoulders.
Taehyung didn’t stop—why would he when he could tell you liked it so much that your eyes were watering? Whenever he saw that, Taehyung knew it was time to go all out, so he moved his hips faster and harder while using his hands to keep you in place.
Taehyung knew the grip around your throat was making you even hornier, he knew you liked to be fucked like this, and he loved being the one who got to do it. Things worked out so well when you gave in to your instincts and fucked Taehyung, didn’t they? “Such a little slut, huh?”
You nodded faintly, closing your eyes for a second and trying to take a deep breath. It was almost impossible considering how hard Taehyung was going at this point, and he loved seeing you getting so overwhelmed by his thrusts.
“You don’t talk to me for days yet you let me use you like this in the back of a car… Where anyone can see,” Taehyung stopped to grunt because he was feeling so close to coming once again, but he had to suck it up and wait for you to get there first. He could tell you were about to come for him, which made it even harder for him not to blow his load right then and there. “Come all over my cock, slut, come on.”
“Ah, fuck,” you grunted and kicked your head back, clearly enjoying his words. “Tae, don’t stop, pl—fuck! Please!”
Taehyung took those words as a sign that he should go even harder, which he did.
Unsurprisingly, it made you come. Even if Taehyung wasn’t able to tell by the way you dug your nails into his shoulders and shouted his name, loud enough for people to hear, he would have been able to tell by the way your pussy clenched around his cock, not wanting to let it go, but doing so in quick intervals—hold tight, release, hold tight, release again, the rhythm making him go wild.
Taehyung could tell your whole body was buzzing with excitement and he was particularly happy about the tears streaming down your cheeks because he knew that meant he did a good job. He let go of your throat and patted your thighs instead, happy with himself. He still had it!
“Fuck, you’re so good,” you said, letting go of his shoulders. “My turn.”
With that, you started to bounce up and down Taehyung’s cock, your legs acting like springs, helping you go up and down. When you went up, you were careful not to go too high up and let his cock slip out.
When you went down, you crashed your thighs onto his loudly, knowing Taehyung enjoyed the sounds your bodies made but not as much as getting to feel he was inside of you all the way. “Ah, yes! Keep going,” Taehyung smacked your ass with both hands. “So fucking good…”
“Are you going to fill me up?”
“That’s what you’d like?” Taehyung grinned, but his laughter died out quickly, as soon as you sped up your pace and started moaning loudly while groping your breasts. You were doing this on purpose, just to get him even more riled up, and Taehyung enjoyed every second of it. “Oh, you’ll get it, don’t worry.”
“Fuck yes,” you moaned and kept your pace, staring right into his eyes.
Taehyung reached out, hugged you, and then pulled you in closer until your chest was pressed against his. Then, he started to pump himself into you again just so he could come inside of you like you so nicely asked him to. “Is that what you wanted? Me to ram it into you until I fill you with cum?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, the side of your face resting against the seat, your tongue teasing his earlobe. “Give it to me.”
“Look so innocent,” Taehyung grunted, going so hard that all he could hear was your quiet hisses next to his ear and the sound of his thighs smashing into yours from below, his cock so hard, his balls tight, ready for release. “But fuck so dirty… Want to get filled up… Like a real fucking slut… Walk around with a pussy full of cum… Huh?”
“Fuck yeah, I want that,” you whispered into his ear. “I have to… Make it up to you… Right?”
“You are right now, babe,” Taehyung grunted and held you tighter while releasing into you. It was bliss, getting to feel your walls clenching around him while he was coming, your walls helping him get every single drop out of his balls and into you, your warmth and wetness engulfing him. “Fuck, keep moving, just like that… Just a bit more… Oh God… Fuck!”
“This was so good,” you mumbled, not moving away from Taehyung, your head still resting against the seat.
Taehyung didn’t want to move either, no way. He was enjoying the weight of your body on top of his, your chest against his, his cock inside of you. Instead of letting you go, Taehyung used the opportunity to run his hands down your back to your ass and squeeze it before going up to your back and caressing it. “So fucking good… Let’s go to mine. I would really, really like to eat you out and then fill you again… And then eat your ass and fuck it and fill it up. Then, we can go to bed.”
You chuckled before scoffing, which Taehyung didn’t take as a good sign. “I can barely move right now. My legs haven’t done this much work since the last time I ran, and god knows when that was.”
“So, you’re not coming home with me?” Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, even though he was trying to hide it. After all, he couldn’t really expect you to jump at every opportunity to fuck him, especially not right after fucking him.
“I… This was a friends’ night out,” you said with a sigh before moving away from Taehyung’s chest so you could look at his face. “I’ve already ditched them for you now. So it would be shitty if I ditched them for the rest of the night too.”
“Okay, suit yourself,” Taehyung nodded, feeling his dick getting softer inside of you. “Have some wipes? We’ll have a mess on our hands soon.”
You chuckled and reached for your bag. Before he knew it, you were wiping yourself and him off, and instead of doing it himself, he let you take the lead and enjoyed watching you carefully wipe every last drop of cum off of him. Once you were done, you didn’t move away from Taehyung’s lap, which he greatly appreciated.
Instead, you leaned in to kiss him, which Taehyung appreciated even more, despite never wanting Yoongi to find out. “Hey, listen.”
“Hm?” You cocked both eyebrows up and waited for Taehyung to say something.
“You’re sure this is about your friends and now whatever Hoseok told you?”
Taehyung noticed how your expression changed from post-fuck gleefulness to annoyance. Would you lie to him? Or were you going to admit how you felt?
“I promise that me not going to yours has nothing to do with him,” you said with a nod. “If it did, I wouldn’t even be here, right?”
Taehyung had to agree since it made sense. If you were worried about Hoseok, you wouldn’t fuck Taehyung in the back of a car in a parking lot of a beer fest in the first place.
“Okay. Do you, uh….” Taehyung felt like a kid again and despite the knot he was feeling in his stomach, he decided to go through with it. You thought he wasn’t mature enough, so he wanted to prove you wrong. “Want to talk about it?”
“You’re sweet, but, uh, maybe it would be better not to,” you said, placing your hands on his chest. “You two are friendly, so let’s keep it that way.”
Now that got Taehyung worried.
Were you trying to say that he’d get upset with Hoseok if you told him about your conversation? Did Hoseok talk shit about you, the two of you, or just Taehyung? Taehyung felt like he couldn’t back down from this, not now. He wanted—no, needed—to know what Hoseok told you.
“Please, tell me,” Taehyung asked, against his better judgment. It was between the two of you as ex-fuck-buddies. It wasn’t Taehyung’s place to know about your private conversations. “It has to be important if it makes you think about this thing for so long.”
“It’s not important,” you shook your head and then sighed, clearly giving in. “Hoseok… He told me I’m making a mistake by doing this with you. He said, uhm, that you don’t really respect me as a person and that I’m a toy to you, like so many other girls before me. What else?” You stopped for a second to think. “Oh, that I’m ruining my chances of ever getting a normal guy because the longer this thing of ours goes on, the more people would know I’m fucking you, and that ruins my chances with people who are interested in more than sex. And, I don’t know, none of that hurt me as much as him telling me that I’m acting like a real slut and that I’d regret it in a couple of years but that there’d be no going back. I think PMS aligned with all that to make it hurt a lot less than it should have.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure what to say. None of that was true. Did you know Hoseok was painfully into you? After hearing that, there was no doubt in Taehyung’s mind that Hoseok wanted you back and when you said no, he said whatever he could think of just to hurt you. It was typical hurt guy behavior that Taehyung had seen time and time again, which also fortified his decision never to get involved with anyone. If that’s how he’d act after, it was better to stay single forever.
Taehyung noticed the way Hoseok looked at you when you three fucked, and he knew Hoseok was having second thoughts, especially after he was asked to use a condom when Taehyung wasn’t. It bothered him that you let another guy into your world and that you’d already built that kind of trust, so Hoseok wanted it all back. When he couldn’t have it, he tried to hurt you in return. Immature, to say the least.
“That son of a bitch,” Taehyung scoffed and tongued his cheek, thinking of how he’d get to Hoseok ASAP. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“It’s not exactly something you can say over the phone and I didn’t want to call you over just to tell you this. It’s between us. I’m sure he has nothing against you,” you tried to make the situation right on Hoseok’s behalf, but Taehyung wasn’t having it. “It’s just me.”
“Listen,” he snickered, placing his hands on your waist again. “Hoseok and I don’t get along that well, mostly because I’m one of those guys who believe women have every right to fuck whoever they want whenever they want and they don’t have to answer to anyone, much like men. Hoseok and some other guys in that friend group say they feel that way unless it’s a girl they are into. Then, they want something completely different, like some goody-two-shoes who will think they’re just the greatest guy out there with all his experience. It’s bullshit.”
You nodded, paying attention to Taehyung’s words, so he continued. He rarely said a lot to you, especially about serious topics, but he wanted to get his thoughts on this out. After all, this situation affected whatever you two had.
“I think he didn’t mean any of it, he’s just hurt that you told him no,” Taehyung concluded. “Hoseok wanted you back, I could tell. He didn’t get that, so he tried to insult you so you’d stop fucking me. He can’t stand me because I let women be what they are without changing them, and that’s what you, in general, like, right?”
You nodded. “Maybe you’re onto something.”
“I may not know how women feel most of the time but I do know how men feel. And Hoseok’s just fuming because he saw us fuck and he saw that you and I get along great. We treat each other right and play out our fantasies. Meanwhile, he’s joining us while claiming he’s serious about dating this new girl of his…” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow at you and gave you a questioning look. “Who’s in the wrong here, the two of us, or him?”
“You know what? You’re right,” you nodded, finally seeing the truth. “I can’t believe he called me all those things when he joined in while dating someone. What a jerk.”
“He’s the slut in this situation,” Taehyung chuckled. “I hate using the word unless it’s in the middle of sex, but he’s the one cheating, not you. You’re single and you can fuck whoever you’d like. I hope it won’t be someone else, but what can I do?”
Taehyung bit his tongue right after, regretting opening up as much as he had. Why did he tell you he hoped you wouldn’t sleep with another dude? You could do whatever you wanted, and he had nothing to do with it.
“The end is near,” you said, getting off his lap. “You’re making sense.”
Taehyung laughed, kicking his head back. A part of him was relieved you didn’t dwell on what he said too much. “I know I should be offended at that, but you’ll realize that I know a lot more than I let on. It’s just that I like avoiding serious conversations.”
“Oh!” You feigned surprise and covered your open mouth with your hand and then laughed. “No shit.”
“Listen,” Taehyung pulled you in closer and used his fingers to lift your chin and get you to look at him. “Forget what he said. You’re not a slut. I only call you that because I really like you and I do it only when we’re fucking because we both enjoy it. Hoseok… He’d kill to be here right now and get to come in you, trust me. That’s the only reason he called you that,” Taehyung gulped while looking at your lips. “He wants you to feel bad about this and break things off and go back to him, the good guy who treats women with so much respect that he looks down on them for doing the same shit he’s been doing for years. Okay?”
You nodded, and Taehyung hoped you knew he meant all of it. He hoped you’d never think of that stupid conversation again and let it influence how you felt about yourself and your thing with Taehyung. Hoseok, on the other hand, would have to remember this conversation at least one more time—Taehyung would make sure of that.
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god i love doomed romances because it’s like. “what is grief if not love persevering” but the grief and love are happening at the same time. how do you grieve something that’s still alive? how do you love something that has always been dead? and the answer is just. intensely.
pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader
words: 1.2k
historical note: “mama” is the korean equivalent of “your highness” & the proper address for a queen. her family can simply call her that, but others must add her official title as well.
moonlit throne index. this is drabble 40. start from the beginning?
Your head slightly upturned towards the grey sky, you hope to outrun the threat of rain as you hurry towards your apothecary with new supplies in hand. The first drops dampen your white sleeves moments before you slip through the open door and exhale in relief. There is much to do today; you cannot afford to waste time drying your clothes. Still, you leave the door open behind you as you walk in, wanting to see the earth nourish itself, the quiet falling one of your favorite sounds.
kanalia | jhs x reader | chapter three: all the finest things in the kingdom
banner by the amazing @kimtaehyunq
⚜️summary: secrets and uncertainty plague a young queen in her arranged marriage to a kind but distant king. the farther she drifts from her husband, the closer she gets to one of his most trusted men.
⚜️pairing: queen!reader x royalguard!hoseok
⚜️rating: mature, 18+
⚜️genre: royal AU, historical AU, smut, slow burn & pining
⚜️warnings: infidelity (it’s complicated, y’all) mentions of pregnancy, fertility issues. OC struggles with depressive thoughts and episodes.
⚜️word count: 8.0K
⚜️notes: ermagerd y'all she's a writer! like a published chapter and everything! hahaha thank you guys for putting up with my chaos and my delays. i appreciate you all very much. semi-beta read by the boo @hobi-gif because your girl can never finish her homework on time, read through entirely by @btsarmy9593 because we share a time zone and i know when i can bug her. if you enjoy this chapter or this story, pretty please let me know. i'd love to hear from you!
Fate is a rather fickle thing, is it not?
For much of your life, it’s smiled on you. It saw fit to hand you a charmed existence; placed you in the enviable position of favored daughter to a wealthy, powerful family. It was fate that determined that one day -- through absolutely no endeavor of your own -- you would ascend even higher than the lofty circumstances you’d already been gifted.
To the throne.
But it is also fate that has seen fit to humble you. It’s placed you in a kingdom far from home, absent the comfort of familiar faces and customs. It is fate that has determined that -- through absolutely no endeavor of your own -- you will be bound for life to a man who cannot love you. Seated in a position of power with no actual power to wield.
And just as you’d once happily accepted fate’s favor, you must now accept its trials.
You have come to understand that there is no undertaking quite as fruitless as raging against forces beyond your control. That trying to fight against your fate would be as futile as trying to count all the stars in the sky.
So the days pass and the heaviness in your body slowly starts to lighten. You exhale the bitterness and disillusionment with each breath and let the wind carry it away.
None of it remains by the time Namjoon resumes his nighttime visits.
Nothing remains at all, in fact, but a vast emptiness that stretches wide inside of you. It is only your body in that chamber with the King -- only your body that follows his gentle instruction and only your body that tenses at the thick stretch of his entry. It is only your body that feels the lingering tenderness between your legs long after he’s retreated to his own chamber.
Well, the King can have your body. It is his by right, after all.
But your mind? Your heart?
Those are yours and yours alone.
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You can smell the promise of fall in the breeze.
Something in the air has shifted in recent days -- the summer heat ebbing into a balmy, comfortable warmth. You welcome the change in climate each morning as you bid Hyeri goodbye and set out for your walk.
You take your time about your journey to the woods, winding a meandering, circuitous route across the lush green spanse of the castle’s grounds. You offer kind smiles for anyone who happens to cross your leisurely path, certain you must appear aimless and wandering.
But you know the truth of it -- that your steps are chosen carefully, with purpose.
It is the path that carries you away from prying eyes at the castle and allows you to draw near to the stables. Close enough to observe them at a distance, but not so close as to attract unwanted attention. It is the path that allows you, each morning, to spend a few minutes enjoying a secretive glimpse of Lord Jung and his magnificent warhorse.
It is not, of course, that you don’t think of his personal invitation to the stables.
In truth, you think of the Royal Guardsman and his invitation far more often than you should. But each time you are tempted to accept it, you cannot help but remember your last encounter. The memory of the troubled look in his dark eyes, of the way you’d allowed your practiced composure to fall away in front of him is enough to make your cheeks heat.
And it’s certainly more than enough to keep you at a distance.
So you settle instead for this -- moving surreptitiously between the trees, stealing glances from behind their cover. Secretly watching Lord Jung make headway with his Arabian from the safety of your wooded refuge.
Each new day brings a new mark of progress.
The mornings pass one after the other as you watch Lord Jung slowly win the Arabian’s trust. Over time, the animal’s stance becomes less aggressive. The tension in the lines of his neck and bulging muscles seems to vanish. Over time, Lord Jung appears more and more in control, approaching the animal with the confidence of a man with absolute authority.
Then comes the morning when you see him mounted high atop the massive horse.
The air is crisp -- the coolest of the season -- and you wrap your shawl around you tight as you watch the Royal Guardsman command the beast, confidently issuing commands and leading it through a series of training exercises.
You stand there in your secret perch, smiling for no one’s benefit but your own. Heart swelling in your chest with secondhand pride as Lord Jung smoothly dismounts, treating the animal to an apple as a reward and stroking a kind hand down it’s muzzle.
The next morning, you set out again, feeling a bit brighter than you normally do, walking a bit faster than you normally would. You near the stables with happy anticipation thrumming in your veins, anxious to see the Arabian perform. Perhaps a bit anxious to see his trainer, too.
But your heart sinks as you near the stables, peering at the empty pen between the trees.
Both horse and rider are gone.
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One gentle fingertip to the bridge of the nose, stroking lightly over and over again.
This is how Min Yeona likes to be lulled to sleep, you’ve found. The baby makes a contented sound as you continue the motion, nestling deep into the crook of your arm.
“She’s picky about who can hold her, you know,” Boram smiles. “So I believe it is safe to say she likes you very much, Your Grace.”
You laugh lightly, looking down into the infant’s pretty little face and full, pinchable cheeks.
“The feeling is quite mutual, sweet Yeona,” you murmur, “You are the most darling baby I’ve ever seen.”
The infant’s big, dark eyes grow wide at the sound of her name.
They’re the same dark eyes that had once only blinked back at you in reflex -- but now light with recognition when you come around. Only a small accomplishment to be sure, but one that makes you feel wonderful nonetheless.
A few more minutes of the gentle stroking motion and Yeona’s eyes begin to droop. You watch with a soft smile as she slowly succumbs to sleep. Eyes falling shut and lips parting as she relaxes in your hold.
“There she goes,” Boram announces happily, rising from her chair. She carefully plucks the baby from your arms and disappears into the back rooms of the house to place Yeona in her bassinet. When she finally returns, she’s wearing a wide smile and carrying two steaming cups of tea.
“First moment of peace I’ve had all day,” she chuckles, handing you a teacup before sinking heavily into her chair. “You have the magic touch, Your Grace.”
You beam a bit at her praise. “I think I could sit with her for hours.”
“Be careful what you wish for, or I’ll bother you to come visit every day.”
It wouldn’t be a bother at all, you think -- though you do not say it out loud. As it stands, you only visit with Boram twice a week so as not to make a nuisance of yourself. You’ve come to treasure the time you spend with her and Yeona, the easy friendship that’s been forged between the two of you.
“What are you preparing that smells so good, Boram?” you ask, turning your nose up to catch more of the scent. “Everytime I come here, you’re cooking something amazing.”
“I have a pot of dak gomtang simmering over the fire,” she says, “Enough of it to feed an army, too. I always make as much as I can whenever Lord Jung joins us for dinner because he and Yoongi both eat like men twice their size.”
A tingle skates over your skin at the mention of the man’s name.
“Does Lord Jung join you for dinner often, then?”
“As often as I can get him to agree,” Boram sighs. Her voice drops conspiratorially low as she adds, “His wife died, you know.”
The grip around the teacup in your hand goes a bit tight, heat scorching you through the pretty porcelain. You clear your throat as you set it down, smoothing the throbbing skin against your skirts.
“I had heard something to that effect, yes,” you say slowly. “Did you know her well?”
“Not as well as I would have liked,” Boram admits with a frown, turning her head to look out the window. “She hailed from a village in one of the King’s southern holdings. Seemed like a very sweet girl, though. Always pleasant.”
“And how did she come to know Lord Jung?” you ask, tone light as though asking after something as mundane as the weather. “If she hailed from the south, that is.”
“Ah -- well, the story goes that Lord Jung was sent south on business of the Elder King,” Boram explains, pausing to sip at her tea. “He was lodged at her family home for a time. I suppose she was quite taken with the man.”
Your heart trips uncomfortably inside your chest.
It’s easy to imagine, isn’t it? A young, awestruck girl falling to pieces over the dark, dashing Lord Jung. You can practically picture the frenzy a man like him would have provoked had he ridden into the kingdom of your youth. Your sister would have whispered herself hoarse passing the gossip back and forth.
“So it’s my understanding that she immediately went to her father and begged him to arrange the match,” Boram continues. “Her father petitioned the Elder King and the Elder King suggested the marriage to Lord Jung.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek before issuing your next question.
“And Lord Jung saw fit to agree?”
Boram lips twist thoughtfully.
“Well, her family was quite powerful, you see. Very old allies of the Royal Family. So I suppose in some ways, Lord Jung agreed to the match to please His Grace. Certainly there would have been political implications had he refused her.”
“Ah,” you nod, “Very pragmatic.”
“Yes, I believe that is a very apt way to describe it. Lord Jung was in need of a wife and the proposition was advantageous. Besides,” Boram chuckles, “had she been a horrible sort, I’m sure he would have put up a fight. But as it was, she was very sweet. He seemed to like her quite well.”
But did he love her?
The question looms large in your mind and makes heat rush to your cheeks. You drop your eyes to your lap and twist your fingers together, avoiding Boram’s kind face and kind eyes. You would be mortified if your friend saw even a tiny glimpse of the shameful envy brought on by the mention of Lord Jung’s late, young wife.
“Well, I was quite sorry to hear of the circumstances of her death,” you say, at last. “Such a shame to happen to a woman so young.”
“A terrible shame,” Boram agrees. “But perhaps a necessary reminder that we are not promised tomorrow or the next day. Life is far too short to put off the business of happiness.”
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A letter arrives two days later.
Hyeri hands it to you early in the morning as you dress, one brow lifting high when you do not tear into the ornate envelope at once. But it takes only one quick glance at the looping, neat letters for you to know exactly where -- or rather who -- this letter is from.
And it is for that very reason that you wait until you can steal a few moments alone before reading it.
There is a cool tinge to the air in the aviary this afternoon, something nearing a proper chill when the occasional gust of wind passes through. So you pull your shawl tight around your shoulders as you open your journal and reach for the envelope, working the wax seal apart with great care.
My Dearest Sister (Because though you are a Queen, you are not my Queen, you are my sister and I will address you as such) --
I write to you today because you never write to me. I’m sure your life as Queen is a dizzying, posh affair but I often wonder if you ever think of me? Surely you can find time in between parties and tea socials to send a quick missive to your only sister who eagerly awaits the details of your illustrious new life.
I suppose instead I shall bore you with the details of mine.
Things here are much the same as you left them. Mother is still dreadful, though I would venture to say that she is more dreadful than ever now that you have gone. Without you here, she has little to do but worry over me. I cannot sing or paint or sketch as well as you do and Mother makes no effort to hide her displeasure about it. She finds me lacking in every way.
Worst of all, she says I’m to reduce if I’m to find a husband.
She says men do not want plump wives which I believe strongly to be untrue. I told her that the butcher’s son told me that he quite prefers a healthy woman with a sizeable backside and she was predictably appalled. She then immediately forbade me from eating Eunbi’s custards and now I must suffer each night as I watch Father partake in my favorite indulgence without me.
Our brother is well. He’s nearly finished with his preparations to take over the estate and has announced designs to marry Lee Myeong. Face like a bloodhound that woman, but he seems to like her quite well and I suppose that’s all that truly matters. He does, on occasion, manage to sneak a fruit tart from the kitchens for me.
Hajoon told me that she heard from Siwoo who said that Nabi made the acquaintance of the daughter of a traveling merchant who came through some time back. The merchant’s daughter claims she’s seen your King for herself and that he is quite handsome. So I am both relieved that he is not covered in warts and very sorry for ever suggesting otherwise.
Finally, I must tell you that Mother waits every day for a rider bringing news of your child. She threatens that she will pay you a very long visit once the news arrives and I thought it only fair that you be warned.
I miss you.
Your sister, Chaehee
A smile plays over your lips despite the tears that well in your eyes.
There’s something comforting about seeing your sister’s words on paper -- something reassuring about knowing that the same funny, headstrong girl you left behind remains. But your heart also twinges at the thought of your mother trying to change that. Subjecting your sister to the same caustic treatment you suffered for far too long. Probably far worse.
The sun changes position in the sky and the birds sing overhead as you sit at your pretty desk, reading and rereading the letter. Contemplating how best to respond and rationalize your silence.
There’s no truly plausible explanation for it, of course. No excuse that will satisfy your sister’s curiosity or balm her wounded pride. And there is certainly no way you can bring yourself to admit to Chaehee that you have written to her, over and over again -- but that each letter has found its way into a fire instead of a carrier bag.
My Dearest Sister --
I regret that I have not yet written to you. You must understand that as a Queen, my days are a whirlwind of duties both diplomatic and marital. I am quite pleased to tell you that I am sublimely happy here. The King is an exemplary ruler and husband who consults me on all affairs before issuing his wise judgement. Our mother was right -- good things come to compliant, courteous women and you should do your best to please her.
My Dearest Sister --
Life has a way of diverting from even the best laid plans. I find that my days here are not what I had anticipated and that much of my time is spent navigating a new world with new rules and new challenges. I try very hard not to be disheartened, but I must admit that I am quite adrift.
My Dearest Sister --
The most astonishing thing has happened to me and I must share it at once. You see, I happened upon the King in the midst of passionate liaison with another woman. What’s more, my handmaid assures me that my husband is not a common cad but rather a man deeply in love with someone else. So I regret to inform you that propriety and obedience are not any particular guarantee of happiness. Please learn from my mistakes so that you may not commit them as well.
None of the letters you have started, stopped, and ultimately burned would do. And so torn between telling the disheartening truth or constructing an elaborate lie, you’d instead chosen a third option. Silence.
But with the arrival of this letter from your sister comes an ultimatum. There is no choice but to answer.
Now you must figure out how.
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The next time you cross paths with Lord Jung, it is entirely by chance. Entirely.
Yes, it is true that in the days following your visit with Boram, you consider the fact that Lord Jung dines often at her home. And yes, it is also true that you make a few subtle changes to your schedule. You start to call on the Min girls late into the afternoon, bidding your goodbyes in the early moments of dusk.
But certainly neither one of those things has anything to do with the other.
So yes, it is entirely by chance that just a few days later -- just as you’ve wrapped your shawl around your shoulders and dropped a farewell kiss to Yeona’s plump cheek -- that you run into Lord Jung. Literally.
By some cosmic folly, the man is pulling the heavy door to the Min home open at the very moment you are pushing against it. There is not enough time or space to stop your forward motion when the door swings open wide, sending you tumbling.
Somehow, despite the awkward, forceful way you crash into him, the two of you do not collapse to the ground in a heap. Lord Jung manages to absorb your momentum, firmly planting his feet and grasping you tight in order to keep you from tripping over yours.
He raises one dark brow once he’s certain you’re both steady.
“That’s quite an entrance, Your Grace,” he chuckles under his breath. “Or exit, I should say. I suppose that’s more accurate.”
You blink up at him for a moment, staring dumbly while you gather your wits. And slowly, the wry amusement in his face falls away the longer you remain silent.
“Are you alright, Your Grace?”
It takes you a second to realize that the question has not come from the man before you -- the one still holding you far too close. The question comes instead from Lord Min, who is standing behind Lord Jung, wearing an expression of concern that matches his counterpart.
You shake your head slowly, dispelling your stupor.
“No, I’m quite alright,” you insist with a strained laugh, awkwardly jerking out of Lord Jung’s hold. You wobble backwards like a foal trying out it’s new legs. “Forgive me,” you murmur, face aflame, “I am not usually in the habit of such clumsiness.”
“Nothing to forgive,” Lord Jung replies, lips twitching with a hint of a smile.
“Oh, my goodness! Did you hurt yourself?”
You turn your head at the sound of Boram’s exclamation and find her standing in the entryway behind you, Yeona in her arms.
“Oh no, I’m fine,” you assure quickly, straightening your shawl. You push wayward strands of hair behind your ears, feeling the weight of all three sets of eyes on you at once. “Thanks to Lord Jung, here. I’ll try to take my leave now without making any more of a scene.”
Yeona makes an unhappy sound, frustrated when she sees her father and he does not attend to her at once. Lord Min moves to right that wrong, stepping around you to accept her from Boram’s arms.
“You seem very eager to run off,” he teases, bouncing Yeona expertly against his hip. The infant gurgles her happiness. “A shame, seeing as we are about to share supper. I think I speak for Boram as well when I say that it would be an honor to have you dine with us.”
Boram nods her agreement vigorously.
“Yes, of course,” she says, a smile lighting up her pretty face. “We would be so pleased for you to join us. I really ought to have thought to extend that invitation much sooner.”
You look from her to Lord Min and then to Lord Jung, who adds nothing to their declarations, handsome face unreadable in the waning sunlight.
“Oh, you’re all so kind,” you protest weakly, “Truly. Perhaps another day. But I really must return to the castle at once. Too much time away and Hyeri starts to worry after me.”
Something strange flickers behind Lord Jung’s dark eyes, but still he says nothing. A fraught beat of silence follows in which Lord Min clears his throat.
“We certainly understand the constraints of your schedule, Your Grace,” he says pleasantly. “But rest assured that you are welcome to dine at our home any time it pleases you.”
“Thank you,” you say, forcing a tight smile. “I’ll remember that.”
“Very well,” Lord Min smiles, stepping through the threshold and holding the door open with his free arm. “Now hurry up, Jung. I’m hungry.”
“Go on without me,” Lord Jung calls back, “I’ll see Her Grace back to the castle first.”
Now it feels as though your entire body might go up in flame. Heat blazes a path up your neck and down your back as you whirl on him.
“My Lord, that’s not necessary, it’s but a short --”
“-- It’s nearly dark,” he interrupts, voice low, for your ears only. “And I insist.”
You would argue with the man, truly, were there not such finality in his tone. And so just like that majestic horse you watched him train, you resign yourself to his instruction -- and follow his lead.
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The short walk back to the castle begins with a long silence.
It’s not the comfortable, companionable kind of silence often shared between a pair of close friends. Rather, something about this silence feels heavy, the air between the two of you dense with the weight of a peculiar tension.
Were this any other man, it would be easy enough to carry on a cordial conversation. You’d remark on the pleasant change in the weather and he would agree. He’d ask after the goings on at the castle and you’d offer a lighthearted anecdote about the staff.
But this is not any other man, is it?
And so once again you find yourself at a loss for words, as happens far too often in Lord Jung’s presence. You shrink deep into your shawl and keep your eyes trained on your feet, walking fast in order to keep up with his long strides.
“You never did come by the stables.”
The statement comes without preamble, the rich sound of his voice cutting clear through the thick silence. You find that you are grateful for the long skirts that conceal the way your steps falter in response.
“I -- ” You start and pause. Wanted to. Should have. “ -- regret that I did not, My Lord. The days have a way of getting away from me sometimes.”
“Yes, of course,” he concedes graciously, eyes fixed on the path ahead.
You look up from your feet to steal a furtive look at the man, captivated by the way the little sunlight left in the sky manages to find and illuminate him. His sharp features bathed in the most glorious wash of red and gold.
“Have you made much progress with him, then?”
“Much,” he agrees, long strides slowing just a bit. “It took us some time, but we did manage to break him."
“That’s wonderful news,” you say genuinely, as though you’d not spent weeks surreptitiously watching the training process through the thick of the trees. “And did you change his shoes? Did that do the trick?”
“Well, I should like to think that it was my skill as a horseman that did the trick,” he chuckles, “But I am also a man who does not like to leave things to chance. So I did have his shoes changed. Just to be sure.”
His dark eyes sparkle with humor when he finally turns to look at you, mouth curved into a playful smirk that makes your stomach go weightless. And you return the smile -- politely -- taking great care not to appear as delighted as you feel.
The agreeable moment is ruined as the grand brick facade of the castle and the bustling activity in the courtyard slowly come into view. Your heart starts to sink a little with every step, each one a reminder of the inevitable end to this walk and his company.
“It must have been very hard work,” you remark quietly. “That horse is as formidable an animal as I have ever seen. I imagine he didn’t break easily.”
“You imagine right,” Lord Jung replies, shaking his head. “He fought me every step of the way. That’s why I decided to name him Jeonsa.”
Jeonsa. Warrior. A more than appropriate name, given what you’d glimpsed of the warhorse’s power.
“And now he will serve the King.”
“Yes,” Lord Jung confirms, strides even slower now than before. “He’ll be the King’s personal mount.”
The thought rankles you. It had not been the King who’d done the hard work of breaking that animal. Not the King who’d spend hours each day toiling in the hot sun at the stables. But your husband would reap the rewards anyway.
Someday he would mount that warhorse in grand fashion and his people would all stare in awe, whispering about how regal and noble he looked.
The grass beneath your feet gives way to the crunch of gravel as the two of you walk together into the courtyard. Ahead of you, the men standing guard at the castle’s entrance bow.
“Forgive me for saying so,” you start quietly, “But it seems unjust. That horse is only suitable for service because of your training. He’s probably bonded to you. It’s a shame that you cannot keep him.”
Lord Jung is quiet until the two of you reach the bottom step to the castle’s grand entrance and the guards pull the heavy door open wide. He stops there, nodding an acknowledgment to the men before turning his attention back to you.
“That is the way of things, Your Grace,” he says at last. “When you are King, all the finest things in the kingdom belong to you. Just or not.”
Certainly he’s only speaking of the horse. Certainly there is no reason to read deeper meaning into his piercing gaze, into his words. But you are struck still for a long moment, heart pounding in your ears as you search for your words.
“Good night, Your Grace,” Lord Jung murmurs, bowing a farewell.
You swallow against the sudden tightness in your throat and nod.
“Good night, My Lord.”
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That night, as you dine on what is certain to be the most elaborate spread in the entire realm, you find yourself without an appetite. You half-listen to the King’s attempts at conversation, smiling when appropriate, answering when appropriate.
He doesn’t seem to notice the way you spend your entire meal pushing your food around the plate, wishing instead for a warm bowl of dak gomtang and the company of friends.
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You ease the pressure off, bit by bit, and watch the thick stroke of charcoal wane into a much finer one.
It’s taken you days -- no, weeks, really -- to get the lines just right, to draft the shapes to your satisfaction. Of course, you’ll never be able to fully capture the elegant slope of his nose or the precise angles of his jaw, but this will have to do.
You roll your tender shoulders and tip your head back to bask in the warmth of the sun, content to feel the heat on your face. And the thought that has surfaced in your mind countless times these past weeks surfaces once again.
This is infatuation, isn’t it?
This preoccupation you have with Lord Jung. The way your mind drifts to thoughts of him for no reason at all, at all hours of the day. The way your stomach feels as though you’ve swallowed an entire net of butterflies in his presence.
The way you dread and desire seeing him at the very same time.
It must be infatuation. Just a silly, girlish fascination with a handsome man of your acquaintance. And a harmless sentiment in the grand scheme of things, considering the state of your marriage.
Because it’s not as though you’ve done anything wrong, is it?
It’s not you who’s been discovered in bed, limbs tangled around another man. Not you sneaking off each afternoon for clandestine trysts with a secret lover. Admiration is not tantamount to adultery and longing does not rise to the level of lust.
And yet.
There is some small part of you that knows that entertaining these thoughts can lead to nothing but ruin. That allowing even a small seed of want to flourish inside you could prove disastrous. That by doing so, you could make yourself vulnerable to something far worse than what you’ve already suffered.
And yet.
You open your eyes to search for the stationery in your basket, feeling for the edges of the fine paper packed away between drawing supplies. Your fingertips brush against the bundle of stiff pages and you pull one free, smoothing it over the surface of your desk. And as you reach for your ink, you regard the lovely face of the man in your sketch.
This time, the words don’t start and stop. This time, you know exactly what to say.
My Dearest Sister:
I have learned a great many things since leaving home and coming to this place. The world is so vast, Chaehee, so much more complex than I ever imagined. I think back to when I was younger -- back to when I was so certain of the future that lay ahead of me -- and now I am mortified by my former self.
I need you to know that you lack for nothing.
You have been blessed with courage and discernment far beyond anything I could ever hope for. You have the sharpest mind of any woman I have ever known and deserve everything you dream of.
Finally, the thing I want most to say.
You must think of yourself and your happiness above all else. It will not come from satisfying Mother with your singing or bringing news of a betrothal to Father. It will come only from you, when you do and live exactly as you please.
This is my most fervent wish for you.
With love,
Your Sister
P.S. -- Eat the custard.
You fold the letter carefully and slip it between the pages of your journal before packing up your things and heading back.
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You arrive at the castle to find Hyeri in a state.
You are barely through the chamber door when she has you in hand, wrenching your basket away and pushing you towards an ancient man with thick spectacles.
The realization hits you right away.
“I’m late for the fitting,” you whisper apologetically, nodding at the man as he feebly bows.
“Very late,” Hyeri corrects through her teeth. “As in just minutes away from me marching myself down to that aviary to drag you back myself. Bad hip and all.”
“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, turning to the man with a contrite smile. “I’m so sorry for my tardiness,” you repeat a bit louder but the man merely squints at you as he pulls pins and tape from his kit.
“Don’t bother,” Hyeri snorts, “The man is deaf as a post. But he’s the finest dressmaker in this entire country so pay attention and do exactly as he asks.”
So you do as you’re told, stepping up onto the stool and doing your best to interpret the man’s nearly inaudible commands. Hyeri glowers at you as he unspools his tape and starts the work of taking your measurements.
“You’re lucky he didn’t get back into his carriage and leave you,” she lectures. “It could take months to secure another appointment with a dressmaker of this caliber. Does this look like the kind of man who has months to spare?”
“Hyeri!” you hiss.
“I already told you, he cannot hear.”
You search the man’s wrinkled face for any sign of insult and find none. He seems oblivious to anything but the tape in his hands and the numbers he records with slow, shaky strokes. Hyeri crosses her arms across her chest, and raises a brow as if to say, See?
“Well you’d better hope he cannot read lips,” you grumble, rolling your eyes as Hyeri’s face breaks into a wide grin.
The old man, still unaware of the conversation taking place over his head, stands to his feet. He spreads his arms until he is standing before you like a scarecrow and you mimic the stance, allowing him room to measure beneath your arms.
“These dresses should be ready in time for the King’s grand fall celebration,” Hyeri says, pacing as she watches him work. “You’ll be very pleased with them once they arrive, Your Grace. You’ll see. This man’s work is a cut above anything else I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m sure they will be exquisite,” you return absentmindedly, muscles burning with the effort it takes to hold your arms straight out and keep them still.
Hyeri stops pacing in front of your desk and peers into your basket, gaze focused on the folded letter jutting out from between the pages of your journal. She recognizes the heavy paper stock at once.
“Is that a letter to be sent, Your Grace?”
“Yes,” you practically groan, “To my sister. I’ll see to sending it off -- ”
“-- Nonsense,” Hyeri interrupts, reaching into the basket. “That’s what you have me for.”
“But I -- ”
You are powerless to stop her as she takes hold of your journal, carefully cracking it open to retrieve the letter pressed between the pages. By now your muscles are screaming in protest, breath caught in your throat as you watch her study the sketch revealed once the letter is in her hand.
There is a harrowing moment in which you watch her eyes go a bit wide.
“This sketch is quite good, Your Grace,” she starts slowly, lifting her eyes to meet yours across the room. “A very… solid likeness.”
“It’s -- it’s no one,” you lie pathetically, nearly gasping with relief when the old man signals that you can release your arms back to your sides. “No one in particular. Just a silly bit of doodling.”
Hyeri’s eyebrows go up high as she looks from you back to the sketch, face frozen in an expression of disbelief.
“Well, it must be my mistake then,” she murmurs, clearing her throat as she closes the journal and carefully sets it back in the basket. “Perhaps I saw something that wasn’t there.”
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It is little more than a week later when you wake feeling a bit out of sorts.
There is a stiffness in your neck and a low throb in your temples as Hyeri dresses you for the day. She makes note of your lethargy and you brush off her concerns, certain both can be relieved with a bit of fresh air and exercise.
And so, despite your fatigue, you go on about your day.
You push yourself to complete your morning walk despite the heaviness in your legs, then set out that afternoon for the aviary with a book in hand. But after a while, it becomes clear that the exertion has done little to alleviate your discomfort.
And as you try -- and fail -- to concentrate on the words on the page before you, realization dawns that you feel much worse now than before.
And that’s when the trouble begins.
The moment you make to stand from your desk, the lightheadedness hits you. The book falls from your grasp as you slowly stumble your way to the garden entrance, disoriented and weak. And when you finally reach the gate, you wrap both hands around the wrought iron bars and hold on for dear life, closing your eyes and waiting for the dizziness to dispel.
It doesn’t.
Briefly you consider sinking to the ground below and staying put; waiting for someone to come to your rescue. But the logical part of you knows it could take hours for someone to notice your absence and no one is likely to pass by this part of the grounds any sooner. The seclusion and peace you have always treasured in this place now work against you.
So you rest for a while, preserving the little strength you have left until you are ready to try walking again.
It is painstaking work to make your way out of the garden and up the private walk. The heaviness in your muscles makes the simple act of lifting your head to watch your steps nearly impossible. But you know if you can push yourself just a little bit more, if you can make it to the castle’s main walkway, someone will see you. Someone will help.
And someone does finally see you, just as you are teetering onto the walking path. The heel of your boot lands awkwardly atop of a large piece of gravel and you stumble, falling to your knees.
“Your Grace?”
You don’t recognize the voice right away, certainly not at a distance. But you hear the sound of the man’s feet coming quicker, closer, as he runs towards you. Then a second shadow is joining yours as you stare down at the ground.
“Your Grace, tell me what’s wrong,” the man says, getting to his own knees beside you. “What’s happened?”
You nearly weep at the concern in Lord Jeon’s face, his voice.
“I don’t know,” you manage, surprised at the thin, hollow sound of your own voice, “I can’t walk. Too dizzy and too weak.”
He leans away from you to whistle, the shrill sound of it making the throb in your temples pound harder.
“I’ll help you,” he promises, sidling close to loop your arm over his shoulder. “We’ll do it together.”
He stands to his feet, lifting his body and yours at the same time and you sag into him, incapable of maintaining any balance.
Distantly, you make out the sound of more boots and more voices approaching -- no doubt more manpower summoned by Lord Jeon’s call. The youngest Lord Kim is the man you recognize first, pretty blonde hair matted to his brow with sweat. Beside him stands Lord Park.
Lord Kim reaches out to press one large hand to your forehead.
“She’s feverish,” he announces somberly. A keen observation because between the dizziness and the throbbing head you hadn’t realized you were feverish until this very moment. “We have to get her back to the castle at once.”
All three men nod in agreement.
“I’ll find the Hyungs,” Lord Park decides, taking off towards the castle. “Carry her if you have to,” he calls out over his shoulder.
Lord Kim takes to your other side, looping your free arm over his own shoulder and he and Lord Jeon begin the task of moving towards the castle, the two of them supporting your useless weight between them.
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“We can take her from here.”
At what point did Lord Jung appear? By now you are too afflicted and too dazed to remember his arrival or Lord Min’s. You only know that when you reach the castle steps, both men are there -- and Lord Jung sets to work right away, issuing orders to the younger men.
“Taehyung, send for the doctor,” he directs, taking the man’s place at your side. Lord Min takes over for Lord Jeon and you wince at the bite of the tiny pieces of gravel still stuck to your knees. “Jungkook, find the King.”
The youngest man nods and both guardsmen make haste, setting out in different directions. Lord Min leans close, brow furrowed with concern.
“Do you think you can manage the steps, Your Grace?” he asks kindly.
“I don’t know that I have a choice,” you concede with a shivering laugh that makes your temples throb anew. “I only know that I would do anything to be able to lie down right now.”
“We’ll have you in bed before you know it,” Lord Jung promises. He signals to Lord Min that it’s time to move and the men carefully lift you up each step, one by one.
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“I never should have let you leave for that walk,” Hyeri worries aloud, chastising herself as she pulls back your plush duvet.
The short distance between your chamber door and the bed looks more like a chasm, the only thing standing between you and the comfort you know will come the moment you are able to lie still.
“Taehyung has already sent for the doctor,” Lord Jung explains, maneuvering so that he and Lord Min can help you flop pathetically onto the mattress. Hyeri attends to you at once, pressing a cold cloth to your forehead that makes tears of relief spring to your eyes.
“Poor dear,” she laments under her breath, moving to the foot of the bed to unlace your boots. “Poor, poor dear.”
You try to block everything out but the sensation of that cool cloth across your brow -- the pain and the noise and the commotion still filling your chamber. But soon there is a knock at the chamber door and another voice joining the fray. Almost too quiet for you to hear.
“I can’t find the King.”
Lord Jeon’s words are spoken in a hush -- the statement clearly not intended for the room at large.
“Did you check the stables?” Lord Min asks. “The barber? The blacksmith?”
Jeon clears his throat. “I checked them all, Hyung. I don’t know where he is.”
The young guard’s strained reply is followed by an equally strained silence, made more obvious by the stillness that falls over the entire room. Even Hyeri, who’s busied herself with arranging your pillows and sheets, stops still. By now, the throb in your temple has graduated into a steady pounding.
“Find him.”
There is absolutely no doubt as the owner of that voice, and absolutely no doubt as to the gravity of his command. Lord Jung’s words come slowly -- tightly -- as though pushed through clenched teeth.
“Go now, and find him.”
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The King never does make an appearance, but much to your relief, the doctor does.
Right away, he has you drink a thick, herbed syrup that makes you gag. Hyeri helps you sit up in bed long enough to choke it back, whispering soft reassurances as you struggle to get it down.
The doctor assures Hyeri your malaise will pass after a long rest.
He leaves her with instructions on how to provide care and promises to return the next day to check on your progress. Hyeri sits in a chair at your bedside and strokes one soft, old hand across your damp temple and brow.
A few more minutes of the gentle stroking motion and your eyes begin to droop. Hyeri watches with a sad smile as you slowly succumb to sleep.
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When you finally wake, it is to complete quiet and complete darkness.
You blink against the wall of black, ceiling slowly taking shape as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You are still in your walking dress, both it and the sheets beneath you soaked through with sweat.
But it feels as though the fever has passed. That alone makes you feel infinitely better.
You turn your head towards the chair at your bedside and find it empty, croaking Hyeri’s name out loud in a poor attempt to find her.
But there is no answer.
So you slowly sit upright in bed, supporting your weight with palms pressed to the mattress on either side of you. That’s when you notice the shape in the window, a shape pressed into the glass, staring out into the dark. A shape that nearly makes you come out of your skin.
Until you realize that shape is Hyeri.
“Hyeri?” you call out again, a bit louder now, and the poor woman startles backwards so violently she nearly loses her balance.
“Oh! Oh, Your Grace, my goodness, I had no idea you were awake,” she squeaks, backing away from the glass. “How do you feel? What can I get for you?”
“What were you doing?” you ask carefully, the pallor in her face obvious even in the dark. “What has you so spooked?”
Your mouth twists into a frown as you take in the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the way she’s still struggling to catch her breath. Certainly she’s been caught doing something she doesn’t want you to know about.
That’s when you hear the sound. Well, sounds actually.
Your mouth drops open as you stare at Hyeri and strain to make them out. Voices, certainly. A bit muted. Likely not far from your window.
“What is that?” you demand, pulling the duvet back and setting newly steady feet to the floor.
“It’s nothing, Your Grace,” Hyeri objects weakly, “Nothing for you to worry about at all. You ought to stay in bed in your state.”
“Nonsense,” you mutter, padding across the cold chamber floor with your bare feet. Hyeri stares at you with wide, worried eyes as you pass her, moving forward to take her place in the window.
You stare out into the darkness outside your window and realize at once what she was trying to hide.
The King and Lord Jung stand together at the far edge of the courtyard, just a few steps out of the low torchlight. Certainly, they are arguing, there can be no doubt.
Tension is written into every line of their bodies -- the King’s stiff, awkward stance, Lord Jung’s unhappy pacing and gesturing. Over and over again, their voices start to rise -- only to go back to a hush.
And Hyeri, who has abandoned any pretense of not caring about the drama unfolding in the courtyard, now stands over your shoulder watching the strange cycle start and repeat alongside you.
Finally, Lord Jung shakes his head at something Namjoon says, and you watch, astonished, as he turns his back on his friend. His King.
And then he stalks out of the courtyard in a huff.
Namjoon stands there for a moment, breath visible in the cold night air, and scrubs a hand down his face. When he retreats back to the castle, the chamber is quiet for a long moment before you turn to Hyeri with a question.
“What on Earth was that about?”
“Come, Your Grace,” she orders firmly, pulling you away from the window. “Come back to bed and don’t give that madness another thought. The only thing you ought to be worried about right now is sleep.”
You don’t have the energy to argue the matter. So you accept her help changing out of your walking dress and into clean nightclothes, and you wait patiently for the maids to arrive with fresh sheets. You wash up in front of the basin and slip back between the sheets.
And though your body is tired, your mind is anything but.
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