in which jungkook fucks his girl raw in the middle of a performance because he's addicted to that pussy.
❪ PAIRING ❫ : idol bf!jungkook x gf!f.reader
❪ GENRE ❫ : established relationship au, porn with no plot, smut and fluff
❪ WARNINGS ❫ : 18+, explicit smut, semi public sex, quickie, rough sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, penetrative vaginal sex against the wall, praise kink, dirty talk and degradation, he calls her a slut, size difference, spanking, manhandling, lots of clit play, makeout, scratching, mentions of pain, creampie, slight overstimulation and orgasm control, he gives it to her hard, a little breeding kink, cum play, use of panties as a plug to keep the load in
❪ WC ❫ : 2.2k
❪ NOTE ❫ : couldn't help myself so i wrote a quick smut drabble cos i've been feral since watching jungkook perform in that jacket, i felt like you naughty girls deserved to join in on the fun so enjoy reading and wet dreams ! <33
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“wait for me baby, don't go anywhere.”
that was what your boyfriend jungkook had rasped two hours ago after kissing you breathless enough to leave your legs shaky and then he ran back onstage.
you stood just off the main stage, your heart pounding in your chest, feeling the sexual desire wafting between you both even though he was away giving all his energy and power to singing and dancing with his members.
but you only got the version of him no one else got or knew about, the one who glanced toward you between songs, eyes locking on yours with a hunger that had nothing to do with the performance.
it was as if he were giving his own personal sultry show to you instead of thousands of fans screaming his name.
you watched a droplet of sweat trace a line down the middle of his chest almost pornographically, like it begged for your tongue to lick it right off and you wanted to so badly.
now during the short break after one of their songs, jungkook jogged offstage for a quick towel and water, his denim jacket with nothing underneath parted to show off his sweat slick muscular body, his jeans low enough to show off the tiny hint of his calvin klein underwear.
he tossed the towel aside and made a beeline straight for you, ignoring the staff calling after him.
“fuck i've been thinking about you the whole time.”
his voice was husky from singing, a little breathless as well, he grabbed your wrist impatiently before you could even reply and pulled you deeper into the backstage down the corridor for more privacy.
“i can't focus when i know you're right there watching me.”
“jungkook the performance and the fans—”
you started but your protest melted into a gasp as he pushed you against the wall directly out of sight.
“they can handle the next song. i need you now.” he grumbles.
his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and with pent up energy that he wants to take out on you.
he spun you around without waiting, pressing your chest against the wall, his front molding to your back as you felt the hard line of his erection already straining against his jeans.
“it's been hard since i saw this tight little ass in those jeans.”
“kook...”
you whimpered at his words, your back already arching for him, your eyes growing half lidded.
“god i love it when you call me that.” he rushes out.
his hands moved fast before you could even catch a breath, yanking your jeans and your panties down your thigh in one rough tug.
you could hear the cheers of the crowd and the beat of the music still playing, everything made you both feel alive and the thrill that you both might get caught at any second, yet instead of stopping you it made you hornier, your pussy giving a twitch.
“shitt you're already wet.”
jungkook groaned low, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your folds, feeling the copious amounts of arousal you leaked.
his fingers were so skilled, always knowing how to find your clit like an expert and it makes you shudder each time as he circles your clit once twice before dipping inside just enough to make your knees buckle but not fully inside, just giving you a little taste of what's about to come.
“all this for me hmm? while i was out there dancing?”
you bit your lip hard, nodding frantically.
“yes kook p-please...” you panted.
he chuckled as he grabbed your hips, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.
“atta girl, keep quiet for me yeah? can't have them hearing how i fuck my baby backstage.”
he pulled the zipper down, freeing himself, his cock hard and throbbing hotly, precum already beading at the tip.
he rubbed it along your slit coating himself in your essence, letting out a string of curses at the warm feeling of you.
there was no time for foreplay and time was running by fast and he had to join everyone on the stage so he didn't wanna waste any time.
jungkook was big, always had been and each time he decided to impale you on his cock, it felt like the very first time even though the stretch had gotten familiar.
“ahh... yes…”
you let out a long relieved whine at the feeling of him coming home inside you as he pushed in slowly inch by inch, intentionally letting you feel every ridge and vein of his dick and how he twitches inside you.
“fuuuuck...”
he hissed through gritted teeth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he felt your pussy clench on him, welcoming him inside with a wet hungry swallow like it'd been dying for him to be inside.
his one hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand on the wall above your head.
“so tight, always so fucking perfect for me.”
he growls and grunts like a madman and you respond with a moan of yours.
he bottomed out with a deep,manly noise and he watched with hooded eyes at the way your ass quivers.
the fullness was overwhelming, his cock buried deep and pressing against that spot inside you that made you see stars behind your eyelids.
for a second he just stayed there, breathing hard, both of you listening to the crowd outside, then he started moving and you were already a squirmy mess.
backshots or whatever they called it.
receiving that from him always turns your brain to mush and it felt like he was literally rearranging your insides.
hard, quick, yet rough thrusts that only happened when he was trying to make you cum fast and with each thrust from him, you rocked harder against the wall, your hand scrambling to grab onto something and not being able to help yourself, you gripped his hand tightly, your nails digging into it and the pain fueled him even more.
the angle was perfect and with every thrust he reached that special spot inside you.
his hips moved like a needle does on a sewing machine, your tongue lolls out lewdly, almost drooling in the mindless pleasure.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
obscene noises were made each time he pumped in and out and in and out, his heavy balls slapping against your clit, sending jolts through you.
each thrust made your breasts bounce under your top, nubs hard and aching against the fabric.
“listen to that!” he snarls.
“hear how wet you are? taking my cock so willingly while everyone out there thinks i'm just taking a break.”
you sobbed, trying to muffle it against your arm though it didn't do much help anyways.
“kook… faster p-please, i need—”
he didn't let you finish your words because he obliged instantly, picking up the pace, his hips slamming inside you.
the same control he used on stage now driving you into insanity.
sweat dripped from his hair and onto your back, his free hand snaked around you to rub your clit in a tight fast rubs, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock.
your lips remained perpetually parted, letting out little “uh uh uhs” with each of his thrusts, not having any control to hold yourself up, your body was held like a ragdoll with one of his arms alone.
“yeah uh huh? you like this?”
he asks, mockingly imitating one of your noises with a breathless chuckle.
“oh god..”
you mewled, not even processing his words enough to reply to him.
“answer me when i ask a question. tell me, do you like getting pounded like a secret slut while i'm supposed to be performing?”
he lets out an animalistic sound, his palm coming down to give a sharp spank on your butt cheek, most definitely leaving a red handprint there.
“nhnnmm ahh y-yes so good. i want more. i want more pleaseee.”
you choked out letting out quiet squeals, unable to keep up with his fucking while he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“of course you want more, this pussy never gets enough does it huh? so greedy.”
he gives you a few more hard thrusts, his hips circling occasionally doing that grinding rhythm that makes your toes curl while you start fluttering hard around him as if trying to just trap him inside you forever.
“dammit you feel so good, g-gonna cum so hard inside you baby.”
he stutters, his brows furrowing.
the pressure was starting to build fast so fast, from the way he dominated you, from his words, the rush of adrenaline and everything else... it was too much yet so amazing at the same time.
you wanted more, more and more.
your head thrashed side to side as you felt like he'd just hit deep inside your stomach, your hand scratching red lines on his tattooed wrist.
“yes—yes—yes—”
you yelped, trembling uncontrollably as you felt so near to your orgasm.
“that's it cum on my cock, let me feel you.”
he starts pounding you, angling your hips, manhandling you so he's able to reach the depths inside you that you didn't even know existed.
his hand quickening on your clit, doing that side to side and up and down motions on your clit, he knows it drives you a little insane.
he knows that you love it when he plays around with that little sensitive button of yours.
when he decides to pinch it between two fingers and holding on while delivering sharp thrusts, did it finally break you.
you came with a loud scream that ended in a wail.
“hahhh!”
your pussy pulses around his pistoning length, milking him, making his pace falter at the heavenly feeling of you cumming around him.
but he soon picked back up, fucking you through it and chasing his own release while making your juices splash everywhere making a mess on the floor beneath you.
his breaths turned ragged, thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer and closer.
thrust. thrust. thrust.
“gonna fill this cunt up baby ughh!”
he hisses, slapping his palm beside your head as he buried himself to the hilt and came.
“mmmph..”
you let out a pathetic muffled noise as hot spurts of his cum filled you to the brim, leaving so much of the white mess as he ground his hips slowly, murmuring expletives while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder.
for a long moment you both just panted, bodies locked together, both of you throbbing in the same way with heartbeats racing together.
he didn't wanna leave you so soon or lose the feel of this sweet cunt wrapped around him that he was addicted to but time was almost up, he could hear the members getting ready and the staff calling for his name.
with a reluctant groan, he pulled out slowly with a grunt and an “ohh” leaves you from the empty incomplete feeling.
your pussy gaping right in front of his eyes, leaking his cum as if saying without words how much she misses him already, he had to force his eyes away or else he'd probably just cancel everything and throw you over his shoulder and take you back to the hotel.
he pulled you close pushing your panties and jeans up, smoothing over them while you squirmed at the sodden feeling but the way he held you tighter confirmed that this was exactly what he wanted.
“you okay?”
he asked, eyes searching yours with concern and cups your cheek.
you nodded, a wanton moan leaving you as he kissed you deeply, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and your natural taste that he knows by heart.
“i love you so much, i will be finishing the show as soon as possible and then i will take you back to the hotel to finish this properly, you get me yeah?”
he patted your clothed butt and you giggled even as your legs still trembled a bit as he leaned down to steal another kiss.
“i love you too, go kill the rest of the performance pretty boy.” you cooed.
he grinned at the praise, cheeks flushing, that bunny toothed smile breaking through the post sex haze which you adored so much.
he adjusted his earpiece and took a few steps forward but he paused and turned to look back at you.
“keep those panties on, i want my cum leaking out of you when i come back to you.”
he winks, wiping sweat from his brows and rushing back toward the stage as if nothing had happened and he hadn't just said the filthiest thing ever.
you leaned against the wall with a giddy laugh, catching your breath, feeling his cum slowly start to sweep into your panties.
you watched him rejoin his members and dance like he hadn't just ruined you backstage.
your beautiful man is glowing even more now.
but one thing he didn't forget to do every now and then was look back at you with that secret smirk.
the world wanted him, yet you had him all to yourself and you never felt more lucky.
he was yours and you were his, it was a forever kinda thing.
you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip while singing and watching you with bedroom eyes.
summary: on the side of a sunburnt los angeles road, you with a broken down car meet a man you can't stop thinking about. he's older, composed, impossibly charming, and far too experienced to be looking at you the way he does. you're used to immature love that never knew how to hold you properly. but with him, everything is different.
themes: age gap (reader is 24, namjoon is 33), los angeles in the 2000s, smut, fluff, famous producer x non!celebrity reader, reader doesn't know who he is, confident joon yum, mainly readers pov w/ brief joon's pov, he's whipped, brief texting, tension, established relationship, strangers to lovers, teasing, they go on dates, joon is a gentleman, relationship building, joon is so dom and a lil possessive, nicknames, porn with lots of plot, eventual love confession
warnings: sexual themes, explicit & descriptive smut MINORS DNI 18+ (hard dom! joon, slight age kink & size kink, slightly semi-public sex(?? in his studio :3), unprotected sex, praise/dirty talk, missionary, cowgirl, edging/teasing, fingering, oral f, slight choking if u squint, creampie)
word count: 18k.. whoops
inspired by arirang joon because he's just too fine
♬ ₊˚. street thing - aaliyah
read part 2 here ✧ domestic au, boyfriend namjoon.
it was a late, blazing july afternoon with the kind of california heat that sticks to everything.
your beater car had just given up on you in the worst possible place it could—pulled over on the stretch of a busy road with no shade, just heat shimmering off the black asphalt and distant palm trees that don't feel helpful at all.
you already tried the obvious things. ignition, gas, trying it all again like it might change something.
it never did.
you leaned back against the passenger door of your car letting out a frustrated breath, hair sticking to your neck as you watched cars pass by with the soft sound of your hazards blinking in the background.
of course it's today. of course it's here.
that was when you suddenly heard the low hum of an engine slow down beside you. a sleek, black bmw—expensive, but not loud about it. it pulled in front of your car, and for a second you think the car is just stopping briefly.
that was before the driver door opened.
he steps out like he’s not in a rush to be anywhere else.
tall—noticeably so, he moves towards you easily, like he’s used to taking up space without ever forcing it.
sunglasses sit low on his nose, shielding his eyes, but not enough to hide the way his attention lands exactly on you. his shirt is simple—lightweight, slightly open at the collar, sleeves pushed up just enough to show his forearms. nothing flashy.
but it fits him too well. everything about him does.
dark jeans, clean shoes, watch on his wrist that you can't recognize but can tell is expensive. you notice all of him in the mere seconds he takes to walk over to you, the feeling hitting you all at once.
dear god, he was fine. the kind that made you straighten up a little bit without realizing; running a quick hand through your hair and fixing your jewelry.
he walks toward the front of your car, unhurried, one hand sliding briefly into his pocket before resting against the hood of your car.
up close, it’s worse.
sharper features than you expected. clean, but not overly polished. there’s something slightly worn in about him—like experience and maturity that sits on him well.
“everything alright?” he asks, voice is low and steady.
you blink for a second longer than necessary before responding. why does he look like that... helping me with my car?
"uh-" you stammer before clearing your throat. "it's- it's dead."
"yeah..." he says, eyes examining your car closer. "i can see that."
you nod and suddenly there's a pause, small but noticeable.
he comes around the side of your car, closing the distance between you to look inside of the window. you fumble while taking a few steps back as he looks at your dashboard then back at you, suddenly flustered by his presence.
"you got jumper cables?" he asks.
you simply shook your head.
"didn't think so," he says simply.
he walks back to his car, and you stand there feeling so helpless in the hot sun as he turns his car around to face yours in a swift manner, opening the door casually before coming around to his trunk like he's done this plenty of times.
when he comes back with the cables, he quickly slides his sunglasses in a way you almost miss a glimpse of his whole face.
you assumed it was because of the sun. but little did you know, it wasn't.
because before he walked back to his car, he had looked at you a little too closely. it wasn't some polite, quick glance. it was one that lasted a second too long.
he noticed everything about you.
the way your top fits—not overly revealing, but just enough to catch his attention without trying. the fabric light, slightly clinging from the heat. your skirt—shorter than it probably needed to be, riding just a little higher from the way you shifted against your car door.
his gaze dropped, brief, controlled—then came back up. your legs, your hands, the thin bracelet at your wrist. rings that don’t match perfectly but somehow work. jewelry that feels personal to you.
he takes note of that. of course he does.
then, your face. slightly flush from the heat, skin warm toned and sun-kissed. there's something effortless about you, like you spent more time living in the sun than hiding from it.
your expression—somewhere between annoyed and trying not to be. and your eyes, focused on him, but not softened. not entirely impressed by him, but more appreciative.
and when he closed his trunk, he forgets to look away. so he pulls his sunglasses back over, quick and casual. like it's nothing.
and not because of the sunlight, but because he was looking at you a little too openly. and he knew it.
he arrives at your car and connects everything smoothly, no hesitation and big hands steady. it was unfairly attractive.
“so,” he says, glancing up while he works, “you live out here or just enjoying the scenic breakdown experience?”
a smile pulls at your mouth despite yourself. “neither. i was just trying to get home.”
“mm.” he clicks something into place. “dangerous thing to try in LA.”
that gets a small laugh out of you, softer now and less defensive.
when the car finally sputters back to life, you visibly relax. he steps back, wiping his hands lightly. “there you go."
you should've just said thank you and left. but something in you doesn't act immediately. because now that the problem was gone, the silence between you two felt different now.
“so how do i… repay you?” you ask, half-joking, half-serious.
he tilts his head slightly. "you don’t.” a beat passes. "just don't break down in the worst place possible next time."
you rolled your eyes a little, a smirk tugging at your lips. "no promises."
that earns a small smile from him. he steps back toward his car, then pauses like he’s deciding something.
“i’m—” he starts, then stops himself, like he’s choosing not to introduce himself the usual way. "i’ll see you around.”
"yeah... thank you."
and you watch him get back into his car, driving away and getting lost in the sea of los angeles traffic as you realized two things;
you didn't get his name, and you would likely never see him again.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
one week later
he's just getting off the phone when it happens.
“yeah, send it over tonight,” he says, already half-distracted. “i"ll listen then.”
a pause. “mm. yeah. i got it.” he ends the call before the other person finishes their last sentence.
he slips his phone into his pocket, stepping onto the sidewalk, the afternoon sun hitting just right—warm, a little blinding, the kind of los angeles light that makes everything look softer than it is.
but he's not really paying attention at first.
he's thinking about work. about a track that still isn’t sitting right. about whether he even wants to go to the next session he has lined up.
and then—he sees you.
just down the block, wired headphones plugged into your ears as you walk towards a small coffee shop.
it takes him half a second too long for him to register it. he slows before stopping in his place on the scorching sidewalk just to be sure.
same walk. same unintentional confidence—like you're not trying to be noticed, which somehow makes you stand out more. your outfit catches his attention again without effort. something light, slightly different from the first time he saw you, but still you.
skirt again—of course. not the same one, but same idea.
he notices that. he notices everything.
you push the door open to the shop before disappearing inside. and for a second—he considers just letting you go, letting the roadside interaction stay that way, a one time street kind of thing that didn't need to turn into anything else.
he exhaled quietly before shaking his head, "yeah, no." he changed his direction subtly like he was always going that way.
by the time he reaches the door, he's already composed again. no rush or urgency in him, just the same steady stride he always carried around.
inside the cafe, it’s quieter than the street. low music, soft conversations, and the smell of coffee swirled in the air.
he scans the space once and it doesn't take long for him to find you, standing near the counter, slightly turned away, looking up at the menu like you're stuck deciding between the same two things.
he watches you for a second. not long, but enough. and suddenly, there's that feeling again rising up in his chest.
he steps into line behind you—close enough to matter, not close enough to be obvious. he lets the moment build naturally. of course he does. he lets you stay unaware just a second longer.
then, as you shift your weight and turn slightly back—he steps forward at the exact right time. light contact, your shoulder to his chest. just enough to capture your attention.
"oh, sorry—" you say automatically before looking up. it took a moment for you to process that the same, gorgeous man who jumped your car last week was the one currently blocking your vision.
he tilts his head slightly, like he’s just as surprised. “well,” he says, calm, almost amused, “this is becoming a pattern.”
you blinked. "you... helped me with my car."
"i did," he agrees. "and now apparently i'm following you around LA."
you narrow your eyes slightly. "are you?"
he puts a hand over his chest, mock offended but calm. “i prefer ‘running into you repeatedly by tragic coincidence.’”
that earns a laugh from you, the first real one between you. the barista calls you next in line, and he trails behind you like you're a couple ordering together. his presence alone makes your heart thump against your chest.
the barista takes your order and before you can even unzip your purse to pay, you already see a large hand coming from behind you, inserting a card in the machine.
the barista hands the man behind you the receipt and you turn around abruptly, tilting your head up to fully face him as you both drift away from the register. "i can pay for myself," you said.
"i know," he says simply.
"i was supposed to pay," you corrected as you picked up your freshly made coffee order.
"why?" he asked genuinely, tilting his head to match the angle of yours. it sent a light pink blush up your cheeks.
you look at him like the answer is obvious. "because you jumped my car."
his eyebrows pulled together. "that was like five minutes of my time."
you all but blinked, suddenly at a loss of words under the intense gaze of this mysterious, confident man.
he begins to walk towards a table and you follow him, still protesting under your breath. "that doesn't mean you get to—"
“get to what?” he glances back at you, sunglasses now off, and it’s worse without them in a way—more direct, more readable. more of his perfectly chiseled face exposed to you. “buy you coffee?”
you open your mouth, then close it. because the way he said it made it sound ridiculous to argue.
you both end up choosing a table by the window. endless blue, moving slowly under the late afternoon sun. a few people pass by on bikes, others walking along the sidewalk with iced coffees in hand, like time moves differently here.
not sat too close to him, not too far—just enough space that it could still be casual if either of you decided to pretend it was.
“so, what do you do?” you ask finally, wrapping your hands around the cup.
he leans back slightly in his chair. “music.”
“that’s vague.”
“it's intentional.”
you give him a look. “oh, so you’re mysterious.”
“i’m tired,” he corrects lightly, a smirk of amusement tugging at his lips. “there’s a difference.”
that makes you smile. “what, like a band?” you press.
“no,” he says. “behind the scenes.”
“oh.” you tilt your head. “like a manager?”
he pauses for a moment. "something like that."
it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. you nod like you accept that answer, but the curiosity doesn't go away.
“and you?” he asks.
you almost laugh. “i don’t do music.”
“didn’t say you did.”
“i mean…” you gesture vaguely. “nothing like that. i work. i live on the edge of LA where nothing interesting happens.”
his gaze holds on you a second longer than necessary. "that’s not true,” he says.
you frown slightly. “you don’t even know me.”
“i know you broke down on the side of a road in peak heat and didn’t immediately panic,” he says. “that tells me something.”
"like what?"
"that you're stubborn," he replies calmly.
you lean forward a little, eyes analyzing his expression. "that's not a compliment."
“it can be,” he says. “depends who it’s about.”
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you and him slip into easy conversation—half started stories, simple questions, the kind of conversation that doesn't feel like you're trying too hard.
you're mid-sentence, explaining something about where you live—how everything feels slower out there—when he interrupts you, but gently. “how old are you?”
you pause, caught off guard. “that’s random.”
“it’s relevant,” he says, like that should be obvious.
“to what?”
he lifts his cup slightly, studying you over the rim for a second before answering. “to how seriously i should be taking you.”
your eyebrows lift immediately. “excuse me?”
there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “i’m kidding,” he says, calm, unbothered. “mostly.”
you shake your head, trying not to smile. “twenty four.”
he nods once, like he expected that. “yeah,” he murmurs.
“yeah what?” you press.
“nothing,” he says, setting his cup down. “it makes sense.”
“that’s so annoying,” you say. “you don’t get to say that and not explain.”
“i just did.”
“no, you didn’t.”
he leans back slightly, relaxed, completely comfortable letting you be a little frustrated. “you carry yourself younger at times,” he says. “but not in a bad way.”
you narrow your eyes. “that still feels like an insult.”
“it’s not,” he says, softer now. “it’s honest.”
you look at him for a second longer than you mean to. “okay,” you say quietly. “then how old are you?”
he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he tilts his head slightly, watching you like he’s deciding how much to give. “what do you think?” he asks.
you study him now, more deliberately. he doesn’t look older, not really. no obvious lines, no tiredness. and of course, he looks put together in a way most guys your age aren’t.
“twenty-seven,” you say finally. “maybe twenty-eight.”
he lets out a soft laugh—low, almost under his breath.
you frown immediately. “what?”
“nothing,” he says, shaking his head slightly with amusement.
“no, what?”
“you’re off,” he says.
“by how much?”
he pauses, then shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “enough.”
“that’s not an answer,” you says leaning forward closer now.
“it is,” he replies calmly. “just not one you like.”
you stare at him, half-annoyed, half-curious. “you’re not going to tell me?”
“not yet.”
your eyes narrow. “why?”
he meets your gaze fully this time. “because i want to see if it changes anything for you.”
you lean back slightly, thrown off in a way you don't show completely. “why would it?” you ask.
he shrugs after a small pause. he glances down at your cup. “you drink your coffee too slow, by the way.”
your mouth falls open a little as the moment quickly softens again. “oh my god.”
“just saying.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“and you’re still here,” he points out lightly.
the conversation drifts again after that, easier now. you talk more without meaning to—little things, fragments of your life. he listens in a way that feels attentive, but not invasive. like he’s not collecting information, just understanding your pace.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you both drift toward the door without really deciding to. the conversation doesn’t end—it just slows, like both of you are aware it has to, eventually.
outside, the afternoon has softened. the heat isn’t as sharp anymore, but it’s still there, hanging in the air between you.
you shift your weight slightly, glancing down the street, then back at him. “this was…” you start, then stop, like you don't want to overdefine it. he watches you, gazed fixed on you patiently.
“unexpected,” you continue on.
he nods once. “yeah.”
“i still owe you,” you say.
he glances down at you. “you don’t.”
“i do.”
“you don’t,” he repeats, softer but final. but after a small beat, “if it makes you feel better, you can get the next one.”
you narrows your eyes. “there’s going to be a next one?”
he paused again, but only for a fraction of a second too long before he shrugged slightly like it was nothing. "if you break down again, i might start thinking it's planned."
you rolled your eyes, but a smile pulled helplessly at your lips. as you stepped out into the light of the sun, you realized two things at once. this man still hadn't told you who he is or his name, and that you somehow already agreed to see him again.
"let me see your phone," he said lowly, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes once again. it wasn't really a question.
and so you reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone, and without asking—he takes your hand gently, turning your palm slightly towards his. the faintest brush of his fingers sent an unexpected warmth up your arm in a way you couldn't ignore.
he picked up your phone that now seemed so small in his hands, typing something quickly before handing your phone back. you looked down at your screen, squinty slightly from the sun.
his name. a number.
joon 213-555-0010
when you look back up at him, he's already watching you—unreadable in a way that sent a pink flush throughout your cheeks.
"joon," you said, like you needed to say his name out loud. like you knew it was just a nickname.
he simply nodded, something small like a smile tugging at his lips from the sound of you hearing his name. "yeah."
he paused, low eyes peering above his sunglasses as he looked at you closely. "you gonna tell me yours?" he asked lowly, the baritone of his voice hitting a little too close.
so you told him, and he repeated it a few times under his breath like he had to let it sink on his tongue. "y/n," he said finally, voice quieter than usual. "pretty name for a pretty girl."
your eyes couldn't help but widely slightly at his bold words, the pink on your face turning into a deep red.
a small pause filled the air before you swallowed, trying your best to lock in your confidence in front of this man. "you didn't ask for my number," you said.
"i know."
"that's a little backwards."
"not really."
you titled your head. "why?"
he took a step back, giving you just a little more space. "because now it's your choice."
you study him for a second, like you're trying to figure out if this is some kind of game. some kind of reality tv show where they prank you with some hot mysterious man. but it didn't feel like one.
"and if i don't text you?" you ask.
a small pause before he shrugged easily. "then i'll assume you didn't want to." but his tone didn't have any pressure or persuasion in it.
"confident," you mutter.
"selective," he corrected.
you almost rolled your eyes—but you don't quite let it happen. he glances past you for a second, like he's remembering that he actually has somewhere to be. then, they quickly averted back to you.
"if you do," he continues, quieter now. "don't over think it."
you let a small laugh. "too late."
that earns a small smile from him, dimples tugging at his cheeks in a way you noticed immediately. "i figured."
another pause before he steps back swiftly, like he's deciding that he couldn't stay any longer than necessary—even if he wanted to. "i'll see you around," he says, for the second time.
before you can respond, he's already turning and stepping away, suddenly gone in the same effortless and casual way he arrived.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
that night, you tell yourself you're not going to think about him.
and you failed immediately.
you failed when you went to dinner with your friends, when you did chores around your house; in the shower and when you laid in your own bed that night—the bed that was supposed to make your thoughts go away. it was the small things at first.
the way he didn’t rush anything. the way he answered questions without really answering them. the way he looked at you like he already understood something you hadn’t said out loud yet.
and as the night continued on, the bigger things settled in your brain, making heat shamefully pool between your legs.
he didn't ask for your number. he didn't try to lock you in. instead, he just left his number with you.
who is he?
your phone sat next to you with the screen dark and off, but it felt louder than anything else in the room. you fell into a cycle of picking it up and putting it back down.
finally, you picked it up again, finding his contact. you flipped it shut, sucking in a sharp breath at the thought of messaging him. you found your thumbs typing, deleting, then typing something again.
you exhale softly, leaning back against your pillow trying your hardest not to overthink it, his voice replaying in the back of your head.
he wasn't some typical guy—you could tell in the way he carried himself. he walked casually, but with assurance. he dressed with stride, but still managed to blend in. he talked with confidence, and every line was coated with experience.
so now, it wasn't just about texting him. it's about what it would mean if you did. because somehow, after one roadside encounter and a cup of coffee—you already wanted more than you should have.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
namjoon's drive back was quiet. not because he wanted it to be—but because nothing else fit how he felt at the moment.
not even any of his music.
he had driven these streets thousands of times. the same turns, the same streets, the same palm trees. usually his mind is somewhere else entirely—work, mixes, deadlines, people who expect things from him.
but not tonight. because tonight, it kept circling back to you.
it all kept replaying in his head—the way you looked at him like you were trying to figure him out. he noticed the way you didn't try too hard. you didn't perform like everyone else in LA.
you didn't know what he is, who he is, or what kind of world he's involved in.
that was the part that was stuck in namjoon's head so deeply. because most people that meet him are already adjusted to him—already well aware, careful with their words and their tones, their intentions.
but you certainly weren't.
because you argued with him. you rolled your eyes and called him annoying. and you meant all of it.
a faint smile pulled at his mouth as he came to a stop at a red light. "twenty-seven," he muttered to himself, shaking his head and laughing slightly.
but still, you didn't hesitate.
he pulls into his place, kills the engine, but doesn’t get out right away. he glances at his phone, sitting in the center console of his car, dark and quiet.
but he doesn't reach for it. because namjoon was a patient man—he always had been. in work, in life, in everything that mattered.
once he gets inside his spacious, sleek home, he dropped his keys on the counter, running a hand through his hair, exhaling.
namjoon had been with plenty of women before. older, younger—in his world and outside of it. he always knows how it goes. he knows how to keep it light and uncomplicated.
but this didn't feel like that. because it felt like something that could get complicated. but instead of pushing it away like he normally would, he leaned into it. just a little.
an hour passes. then two.
namjoon tells himself he's not checking his phone. but it turns out to be a lie, because throughout night—he checks it without picking it up. glancing every time he walks past, like it might light up if he looks long enough. but it doesn't.
he tells himself to relax, that you have a life or that you might not be interested at all. but still—he wonders what you're up to. if you're thinking about him the way he's thinking about you. if you're overanalyzing that moment outside of the coffee shop.
suddenly, his phone buzzed. he doesn't look right away. he just looked at it before reading the unsaved number, no name attached. he picks it up and opens it almost immediately.
unknown: do you always leave girls with this much pressure or am i just special?
he lets out a quiet breath—half a laugh of amusement, half something else. there you finally were, exactly the way he had anticipated. he begins to type before he stops and quickly deletes it.
he leans back against the counter, thinking—not about what to say, but about how much he should give. because namjoon didn't want to rush this. he didn't want to come on too strong.
but he couldn't pretend that he was unaffected either, because he most certainly couldn't even if he wanted to. not with you.
he types again, this time sending it.
him: i was starting to think you wouldn't.
he watches the screen for a second longer than necessary, saving your contact before setting his phone down. it wasn't far, but it was just enough. because now, you know that he was waiting too.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you exhale softy, rolling onto your back with a smile that couldn't help but tug at your lips.
you: oh so you were waiting
a pause settled on the screen before the typing bubble popped up again.
joon: i was curious
you: that sounds like a more mysterious way of saying waiting
joon: you can call it whatever makes you feel better
and now, you definitely smiled at that. because he was already doing that thing again—side stepping without hesitation.
you: you're too difficult to read
joon: you're trying too hard then
you: i think you're just confusing
joon: only for you sweetheart
you actually laugh out loud at that, shaking your head and ignoring the way the nickname made pink tint your cheeks.
you: wow
so is this how you talk to every girl you buy coffee for?
his reply comes faster this time.
joon: i don't buy anyone coffee
you: good answer
joon: an honest one
what are you doing right now?
you glanced around your room like he could somehow see.
you: nothing important
joon: doesn’t sound convincing
you: i could say the same about you
joon: i’m working
you: doing your very mysterious job?
joon: still stuck on that?
you: a little
joon: you'll figure it out eventually
you bit your lip slightly, thinking of an answer.
you: you're very sure i'm going to stick around long enough to figure it out
joon: aren't you?
your heart does that annoying little jump again, and you don't answer right away. and he doesn't send anything else. instead, he waits. three minutes later;
you: maybe
joon: that's a start
another painfully long beat passes before your cellphone vibrates again.
joon: you busy tomorrow night?
you stare at the message, blinking twice to make sure you read it right. but somehow, half of you wasn't surprised. you were practically waiting in a way you couldn't admit. but the other half was incredibly in shock.
you started to type.. deleted it.. then typed again.
you: depends
what are you planning?
joon: something better than coffee
you smiled immediately, even though you tried not to.
you: that's a little confident
joon: doesn't seem like you hate it
you: i don't
joon: good
a pause settled on the screen again.
joon: 8?
you exhaled slowly, the reality creeping in as you stared at the screen. you were really going to go on a date with this man. the same, confident and attractive man that had jumped your car and saved your day. the same man who's age and job you couldn't quite detect.
you: okay
joon: i'll pick you up
don't overthink it
you rolled your eyes, smiling.
you: too late
joon: i know
and just like that, with one text conversation, it definitely was more than just a street thing.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you almost regret saying yes the moment you hear a car pull up outside, engine rumbling lowly outside your apartment window.
not because you didn't want to go, of course. but because now, it's real.
you check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing the bumps in your hair and coating your lips with gloss one last time. simple, but intentional. something that said you tried... but didn't try too hard.
your phone buzzed.
joon: i'm outside
when you step out, you see the car first. the same sleek and clean car that had pulled over in front of you on that busy highway engulfed in heat.
then him.
leaning slightly agains the driver's side door, towering over the car with his sleeves pushed up, looking like he's only been there for a minute—but completely settled anyway. he wore a costly-looking dress shirt, glimmering chain around his neck and a sparkling watch wrapped around his built arm. you swallowed hard.
his eyes flick up from the ground immediately when he notices you. and for a second, he just looks at you. completely, unashamedly taking you in with his eyes slowly.
"yeah..." he says lowly, dragging his lips ever so quickly along his lips as you approached him, heels clicking beneath you. "you're going to be a problem tonight."
you couldn't ignore the heat that sent down your spine, but you simply peered up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently. "aren't i always?"
"i haven't seen you always," he replied.
you rolled your eyes, but a small smile pulled at your lips anyway. then, he stepped back, opening the door for you. you don't the miss the way he does it without hesitation. and when you sit inside, you don't miss the way his gaze burns into you before closing your door.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
the drive was easy, music low in the background, city lights coming to life as the sun started to dip below the horizon.
namjoon doesn't fill every silence—and somehow it makes it easier for you to talk.
"so where are you taking me?" you ask eventually.
"you'll see," he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between you.
"that's not helpful."
"it's not supposed to be."
you shook your head, smiling out the window. he pulls up to a restaurant that sits right by everything—the beach, the water, and the city. it was definitely upscale, but nothing intimidating.
inside, the lighting is warm yet dim, swift music playing and low conversations humming.
you were seated quickly. no waiting or confusion. you didn't quite realize the line of people who were standing for a table, and how you and him were able to breeze right past it.
when you arrive to your seat, it's right in front of the window, city lights and palm trees stretching on the glass in front of you. he pulls your seat out for you, helping you take off your coat and placing it along your chair.
after you place your orders, the conversation flows faster this time. less guarded, and more natural.
"so," he says, leaning back in his chair slightly. "what do you actually do?"
you sigh softly, like you already know the answer isn't impressive, even compared to his incredibly vague one. "i’m a waitress," you say. "nothing exciting."
he watches you for a second. "you keep saying that."
"because it's true."
"or because you think it's supposed to be."
that made you pause. "it's not exactly... impressive," you admitted.
he shrugs lightly. "most things that are don't matter."
you let out a small breath, like you didn’t expect that answer. “you always talk like that?” you ask.
“like what?”
“like you know something i don’t.”
a small smirk pulls at his mouth. “sometimes i do.”
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you and namjoon are laughing a few minutes later—about something small and stupid—and it feels easy. too easy.
the song currently playing comes to an end and the music shifts. a different song comes on—smooth, familiar, something that's even playing everywhere recently.
you perked up immediately. "oh my god, i love this song."
he stills ever so slightly. it's quick and barely noticeable, but there's a flicker of something across his face. he glances down at the table, then back up at you. "yeah?" he asks, casual.
"yeah," you nod, smiling. "it's so good."
he hums in response, leaning back in his seat like it's just background noise. "not bad."
you narrow your eyes slightly. "not bad?"
he shrugs. "it's alright."
you laugh. "you're impossible."
and he doesn't argue. but there's a faint smirk but he doesn't fully hide this time.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
the dinner stretches longer than you expected. because neither of you seem to be in a rush to end it.
by the time the check comes, you reach for it instinctively. because at the cafe, he said he would let you get it this time.
but he's faster. of course he is.
"you don't have to—" you start.
"i know."
"that's not fair," you protest.
"it doesn't have to be," he said.
you sigh, but you're already smiling again.
as he hands the card over, the server pauses. "sorry," the server says, almost hesitant. "are you... are you—namjoon—"
namjoon already knows what's coming. he exhales softly, not annoyed at all, just used to it. "yeah," he says with a polite smile. you blinked.
"sorry- i thought so. i didn't want to assume."
he gives a small, reassuring nod.
"do you think i could-" the server gestures awkwardly. "just like, a quick autograph? my brother and i are huge fans."
you completely froze.
fan?
huge?
he doesn't make it a big deal. "yeah, no problem," he says, like it was normal. like this happens all the time. because it does.
he signs something quickly, hands it back with a polite smile.
"thank you—i appreciate it. you two have a great night," the server said before walking off.
silence settled between you for the brief a second. you were completely staring at him now, trying to control your facial expressions as you processed what just happened.
"you didn't tell me that happens to you," you said.
"i didn't think it mattered," he replied casually.
"well," you said slowly. "what exactly do you do?"
there it was. the question he definitely couldn't avoid this time. he leans back slightly, studying your expression. it was curious, but not intimidated or totally impressed. just curious.
"i told you," he said. "music."
you shook your head. "no, you said behind the scenes."
he huffed a small breath, close to a laugh before he paused. "i produce," he said finally. it was simple and direct—no bragging or boasting.
you blink again. "like... that song?"
a beat passes for a small moment before he nods once. "yeah."
and now, the air between you shifted. because now you knew; he wasn't just some guy who stopped to help you on the side of the road.
and somehow, it almost made things worse. because now, you had to figure out why he's here... with you.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
the air outside feels cooler than before. or maybe it’s just because of the way everything shifted inside.
namjoon pushes the door open for you, stepping slightly to the side to let you walk out first—but as you pass, his hand settles lightly at the small of your back.
guiding. not grabbing or lingering too long. just there, resting on your back. it's subtle, but you can feel the intention seeping through you, especially in the way it instantly sends a shiver up your back.
your steps slow for half a second—not enough for him to comment on, but enough for you to notice yourself.
but he notices too.
you both walk a few steps in the parking lot in silence. it wasn't awkward, it was just both of you recollecting the entire night—including who he really was.
“so,” you say finally, glancing over at him, tone light like nothing’s changed, “you’re kind of a big deal, namjoon.”
he exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “no.”
“that guy literally asked you for an autograph.”
“that happens sometimes.”
you narrow your eyes. “that’s not normal.”
“it is for me,” he says simply. it wasn't cocky or defensive, just the honest truth. it should've been intimidating. but you didn't let it land that way.
you shrugged slightly. "okay. but that still doesn't mean i'm impressed."
there's a pause before he looks at you—really looks this time. and something shifts in his eyes, subtle but sharper. more interested and intrigued by the young woman standing before him.
"good," he said lowly.
you blinked. "good?"
“i’d be a little concerned if you were.”
your lips press together slightly, trying not to smile. “you’re unbelievable.”
“i’ve been told.”
you both reach his car, but neither of you move to get in right away. he leans back against it slightly, arms relaxed and eyes fixed on you.
you cross your arms again. not closed off, just grounding yourself under his gaze. "so you just... make songs people know?"
"sometimes," he said with a shrug.
"ugh, that's such a non-answer."
his lips fought a smile at your remark. "it's an accurate one."
you shook your head, a small laugh escaping you. "you're so annoying."
"but you keep talking to me," he points out.
you finally glance up at him fully, and for a second, the eye contact lingers for a moment too long. it causes you to look away first, pink tinting your cheeks.
and namjoon notices everything.
the way you're holding eye contact a little less now. the way you're slightly more aware of yourself. the way you're trying not to let it change anything. but it doesn’t turn him off—it only pulls him in more.
“you got quiet,” he says.
“i didn’t.”
“you did.”
you look away for a second, then back at him. “i’m just thinking.”
“about?”
you hesitate. “nothing,” you say.
he tilts his head slightly, unconvinced—but he doesn’t push. instead, he steps a little closer. not enough to crowd you, but enough to spark the energy in the space between you even more.
“you’re doing that thing,” he comments quietly, eyes trailing up and down your figure.
your brows knit. “what thing?”
“trying to act like nothing changed.”
your stomach flips—annoyingly and immediate. “because nothing did,” you said.
a pause fills the air. he studies your face, like he’s deciding whether to call it out further. “alright,” he says finally.
you exhale softly. “you’re not going to say anything else?”
“i don’t need to.”
“that’s so—” you cut yourself off, shaking your head.
he watches you, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth now. “say it,” he murmurs.
you look at him, trying not to react to the way his voice dropped slightly. “it’s just… a lot,” you admit.
your answer was too honest for your liking, yet he didn't laugh or dismiss it. "yeah," he said quietly. "it can be."
a beat passed. "but i'm still the same guy you had coffee with," he said softly. and those words land, harder than anything else he's said.
you study him for a second, searching for something—ego, arrogance, anything that would make this easier to categorize.
but you don’t find it. instead, you're only able to find that same calm, steady version of him. the one who stopped his car for you. the one who let you decide whether to text him. the one who didn’t even bother to impress you.
“…okay,” you say finally. and you mean it.
there was a small shift in the air between you, the tension softening— but not totally disappearing.
“so,” he says, pushing off the car slightly, “you still letting me drive you home?”
you raise an eyebrow. “do i have a choice?”
“you always have a choice,” he said. a beat passes. "but i’d prefer if you said yes," he confessed playfully.
you huffs out a quiet laugh. “you’re very subtle.”
“i try.”
and for the second time that night, namjoon opens the passenger door for you. and this time, when you got in, it felt different; reality swirling around you and settling into your head.
the drive back was quieter than the one there. it wasn't awkward or empty—just filled with unspoken words and incredibly thick tension.
his gaze was fixed on the road, but you couldn't ignore the way you caught him glancing over at you multiple times in the corner of your eye. the music is low, humming softly through the speakers before another song comes on.
you glance over at the console, then over at him. "did you make this one too?" you ask, half teasing.
he doesn't look at you right away, a smirk pulling at his lips, leaving a sharp shadow along his jaw. "maybe."
you roll your eyes, fully smiling now. "you're never going to give me a straight answer, are you?"
"not all at once, pretty girl."
there it is again. not just the nickname that sent heat through your spine and in between your legs—but that confident, indirect promise of you sticking around long enough to unlock every thing about him.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you're looking out the window, surrounded by the kind of silence that makes everything feel more noticeable. but you're not really seeing or looking at anything, because you're too aware.
too aware of namjoon. the way he drives—one veiny hand on the wheel, relaxed but precise. the way the scent of his expensive cologne and shampoo made your knees weaken. the way he continues to glance over every now and then, quick, like he’s checking something without making it obvious.
you shift slightly in your seat every time he does.
suddenly, his hand moves from the wheel for just a second—resting briefly against the center console as he adjusts his grip. but through that movement, his large fingers brush lightly against your thigh.
he dragged them ever so softly on your thigh for what felt like forever—but only lasted two seconds—before moving his hand back to the center console. his fingers were barely there, not lingering or deliberate enough to call out. but it wasn't exactly accidental enough to ignore either.
your breath catches for just a second, but he doesn't react or apologize. he doesn't even look at you, and somehow that makes it worse.
you swallow hard, turning your head slightly towards the window again. but now you're even more hyper-aware of the space between you. your heart was doing something very annoying again, and you knew it.
he knew it.
he slows the car as you reach your place, parking smoothly before killing the engine. and just like that, everything went still.
neither of you moved right away. you looked down at your hands, then back up like you were about to say something. but you didn't.
he simply watches you for a second, less teasing in his eyes and more focus. he took in every inch of you, sitting so still and pretty in his car. looking at him like he was still the same guy who jumped your car, not like he was a guy who made every hit song. "you got quiet again," he says softly.
you let out a small breath. "you keep saying that."
"because you keep doing it."
you glance at him. this time, you don't look away immediately. "i'm just thinking."
"dangerous," he murmurs, pulling a small smile from you.
you reach for the door handle. "thanks for dinner," you say, like you're trying to keep it normal.
"yeah," he replies with a soft smile.
you open the door, stepping out thinking that the night is wrapped up. that he'll pull away and let you go. but then, you hear his door open too.
he rounds the front of the car, meeting you halfway up the short path to your door. he took his time not rushing—because he never did.
when you stop in front of your door, you turn to face him. and suddenly, it's close. closer than it's been all night. there wasn't a table, a center console, or any distractions now. just him, towering over you and filling your entire vision with nothing but him. his musky cologne quickly filled your nostrils, throwing your mind off balance.
"you don't have to walk me up," you say quietly, close to a whisper.
"i know," he says. but he doesn't step back.
a long pause fills the air, stretching long enough for the tension to feel intentional. his gaze drops briefly, to your lips—then back up to your eyes.
your breath catches again, softer now. but you were too close for namjoon to not notice it. "are you always this—" you start, then stop.
"this what?" he asks lowly, clenching his jaw ever so slightly at the mere sight of you fumbling with your words in front of him.
you shake your head slightly. "i don't even know."
a faint smile pulls at his mouth. "good." he took another step closer, not enough to trap you, but enough for the warmth of his body to wrap around you.
then, his hand lifts, hesitating for half a second before gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he does it carefully, like he was giving you all the time in the world to pull away. but you didn't.
"you're overthinking again," he murmurs, low eyes scanning every inch of your face.
your voice comes out quieter than you expect. "you keep saying that like it helps."
"it does," he suggests casually.
"how?"
he leans in barely. he doesn't completely close the distance between you, but it was enough to send a bolt of warmth down your body. "because you're still here."
you tilt your head up just a little, before he leans in just a sliver more. and for a second, the moment is right there, sitting heavy in the little distance there was between you.
and then, he stops. just barely, coming to a small still when you could practically feel his breath on you. just enough that it didn't happen.
your eyes flicker across his face, confused, a little breathless. he watches your reaction carefully, low eyes trained onto your every movement.
and suddenly, there's that faint smirk again—but it's softer; barely there and more restrained than usual in a way you almost didn't catch.
"goodnight, doll," he said lowly. "sleep well."
like nothing had almost just happened.
he steps back, ripping the thick air that had just sat between you like a third person. breaking it and leaving you there standing with it.
“you’re—” you start, but you don't even know what to call him.
he tilts his head slightly, licking his lips and averting his gaze down you one last time. “what?”
you exhale half-laugh and half-frustration. “annoying.”
he smiles, dimples pulling at his cheeks. “i know," he says, before turning around and walking back to his car.
from the doorstep, you watch him get in, turn on the engine, and leave. leaving you there with more thoughts than your racing heart could keep up with and a miserable dampness in your panties.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
namjoon's place is quiet again. too quiet.
he tosses his keys down, walks a few steps in, then stops—like his body forgot what he was about to do.
because his mind was entirely somewhere else.
it was still at your door. still immersed into that moment.
he leans back against his kitchen counter, exhaling. he's replaying everything now, like dinner—the way you didn't switch up when you found out what he did. you weren't suddenly impressed or started asking the wrong questions.
you stayed the same. maybe you were a little quieter, a tad bit more aware. but you didn't completely fold.
that absolutely sat under namjoon's skin now. he was completely enamored by you, and didn't want to pull a girl like you into his chaotic world. didn't want you to adjust to him because of who he was, like most people did.
but you didn't. you just took it in, and kept going. you stayed exactly the same—you still called him annoying and told him he wasn't impressive.
he looks at his phone sitting a few feet away. he already gave you control once. he let you decide whether or not to text him, to decide if it was going to go anywhere or not.
but he wasn't going to do that tonight.
him: you always look at people like that or was that just for me?
he sets the phone down, but not far. because you've consumed every inch of his mind again without even trying to. he thinks about the your eyes dropped to his lips, the way you didn't pull away.
his jaw tightened slightly. he knew he was in trouble.
his phone lit up again.
her: like what?
he lets out a quiet breath, a smile pulling at his lips. the way you played it off, like you always did, made him only want more. made him think that maybe he should've kissed you right then and there—should've forgot about being a man and taking his time with you and—
he slowly took in a deep breath through his nose, dragging a hand across his face.
him: like you were about to do something you'd regret
her: don't know if i'd call it regret
namjoon liked that a little too much, licking his lips and leaning back. because now, he knows you felt it too.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
a few days and several text conversations later, namjoon sends you a text on a night he knows you're not working. no question or explanation, just;
joon: be ready at 7
when he picks you up, the air already shifts when you walk outside. it was in the way he looked at you, slow and deliberate, like he wasn't hiding it at all anymore. he takes his time, eyes trailing from your shoes, to the way your skirt falls, the jewelry at your wrist, to your face.
"you always dress like this, doll?" he asks lowly, stepping closer to you.
you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the way the name made your brain feel like mush. "like what?"
"like you knew exactly what you were doing when you picked that."
your lips pressed together slightly, trying not to smile. "maybe i did."
a faint smirk pulled at his lips. "yeah," he agreed. "i think you did."
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
the driver is longer, along the coast again. his tinted windows are cracked, music low with the sky fading into the darkest blue that only happens by the water.
you and namjoon talk, but it's far from that careful, first date way. the conversation flowed between you easily. you interrupted each other, went off on tangents. doubled back to things you both said earlier. like you both have done this together longer than you actually had.
when you arrive, the place is even more secluded than last time. a quiet overlook with soft lights and the ocean extending endlessly in front of you. the sound of waves clashed below in a way that was steady and grounding.
it felt private, like the rest of the world didn't exist here.
you and namjoon sit closer this time without question. dinner stretches and the conversation flows. you don't even discuss all the big things, but it's the way you talk about the small ones that makes it feel different.
you tell him about what hobbies you have, about your job—how it's routine, how people underestimate it, and how sometimes you feel stuck. and he doesn't brush it off or give you empty encouragement like most people did.
"you're not stuck," he corrected you firmly.
you scoff every is slightly. "that's easy for you to say."
"it's not about me," he replies softly. "you just need to find what you want."
you pout slightly in a way that makes his heart falter. "and you have?"
he pauses for half a second. "yeah." that same confidence remained in his tone, and for a second it felt like he might have been talking about something else.
at some point, his hand settles at the back of your chair. but this time, it stays. it wasn't touching you directly, but it was close enough to make you aware of it. aware of him.
you shift slightly and his slender fingers brush at your shoulders. they rest there for a second longer than necessary before pulling back. his warmth and his actions sent an unbearable heat between your legs.
after dinner, you both step away from the table, walking along the edge of the overlook. the night air is cooler now, ocean breeze slipping through you. you and him walk a little closer than before, shoulders lightly brushing with every few steps.
you wrapped your arms around you slightly, and his jacket is already around your shoulders before you can say anything.
you glance back at him, stopping in your steps to look at him properly. "you know... you're very sure of yourself."
"that bothers you?"
"no," you admit honestly. "it's just—different."
he pauses for a small moment. "from what you're used to?" he asks.
you nod slightly. he studies you for a second. "you're trying to figure out how old i am again."
your eyes widen slightly. "i'm not—"
"you are."
you exhale. "okay, maybe a little."
he lets your confession sit in the air before he nods slightly toward a couple walking past you two—a generation older than you, quieter, and settled. "you think i'm closer to them, or closer to you?" he asks.
you look back at the couple, then back at him. you really look at him, thinking about the way he carries himself. the way he speaks. the way he doesn't rush anything.
your expression shifts. "...okay," you say slowly. "how old are you?"
he pauses for longer than just a few seconds. "thirty-three," he answers finally.
you can't help but blink. once. twice. "...really?"
"yeah."
you study him again, like the answer didn't quite align with what you were seeing. "you don't look thirty-three."
"i know," he answered casually.
"that's kind of unfair," you said playfully.
he smiled softly. "i've heard that."
a quiet beat passes as namjoon watches you carefully, curiously watching your expression.
you shrug slightly. "okay."
he tilts his head. "that's all?"
"what?" you ask. "were you expecting something else?"
"most people... adjust," he stated.
you look at him deeply, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "well i'm not most people."
he steps closer, lightly closing the space between you. his scent filled your head once again, making your breath catch.
"yeah," he said lowly. "i noticed."
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
later, when you leave the restaurant together, you don't rush out. you never do.
namjoon walks slightly behind you first as you both headed towards the entrance, one hand finding its way onto the small of your back. it became natural now, something you didn't react to—externally, at least.
his hand was there, guiding you carefully down the steps.
two hostesses near the front glance up. then they glance at namjoon. then to you, then back at him.
a quick look exchanged between them followed by a few whispers and positive smiles. he catches it immediately. of course he does.
namjoon doesn’t look directly at them—he doesn’t acknowledge it—but there’s the faintest change in his expression. then his hand presses just slightly firmer at your back.
a quiet, almost instinctive gesture. not to show off. just to keep you close—and slightly focus the attention on you.
you don't notice the whispers, but you do notice the presence of his hand grow warmer. "what?" you ask, glancing back at him.
"nothing," he says easily.
the lights from the restaurant glowed behind you, the cool night air and a soft breeze coming off the water hitting you all at once.
there's a small set of marble steps leading down towards the parking area. you start down them without thinking—mind entirely captured by namjoon—and suddenly your heel catches slightly.
it's quick—barely a stumble, but it's enough to throw you off balance slightly. his large hands instantly find their way to your waist firmly, tightening his grip and steadying you before you could even process anything.
"careful, baby," he murmurs, low and close. the name slipping out like it had always belonged there.
you freeze for half a second, breath catching slightly before you steady yourself, hand instinctively brushing against his arm.
"I'm fine," you say, a little too quickly, beginning to continue a careful ascend down the steps and ignoring the heat on your cheeks.
namjoon however, doesn't move his hands right away. they linger on your waist a second longer than necessary, making sure you're fully balanced. "i know," he says calmly.
you look up at him, trying to play it off. "you don't have to—"
"i know," he cuts in softly.
and when you reach the bottom of the steps, his hand doesn't leave your back. it stays there, steady, guiding you towards his car like you're already part of his space.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
the drive back is quiet, the low vibration of the music and the city lights and palm trees flickering past practically lulling you to sleep.
and namjoon's presence, of course.
his large hand rested on the wheel, the other on the center console. close enough. by the minute, you swear it continues to get closer.
"tell me about him," namjoon says suddenly, the deep baritone of his voice making your thighs press together slightly.
you frown slightly from confusion. "about who?"
"your ex."
it catches you off guard. "...why?"
he shrugs lightly, sharp eyes still on the road. "i'm curious."
you hesitate before sighing. "he was..." you trailed off, trying to find the right word. "lazy."
half a second passed. "immature," you added. "didn't really pay attention to me unless it was convenient."
and as you talk, namjoon's jaw tightens slightly. it's subtle and controlled in a way you don't notice, but it's there.
"he just-" you shook your head slightly, looking out the window. "i don't know. it felt like I was always asking for the bare minimum."
for a long second, silence fills the car. namjoon's fingers tap once against the console. then, they shift. his hand moves unhurriedly, eventually finding its way to rest against your thigh, making a sharp bolt of warmth shoot down your body.
"yeah," he says finally, voice low and rough. "that sounds about right."
you glance at him. "what does that mean?"
he paused for a second. "guys your age," he continues, calm but edged with something sharper now. "they don't know what to do with a woman like you."
your stomach flips in a way that is impossible to ignore. "and you do?" you ask teasingly, trying to keep your tone steady.
his thumb shifts slightly against your thigh slightly. butterflies erupted in your stomach and your thighs shifted in a way you couldn't help, trying to disregard the heat between your legs.
"i wouldn't ignore you," he says simply.
the air in car seems to shift as you swallow hard, glancing out the window before looking back at him. "you barely know me."
"i know enough," he answers.
your breath catches slightly. namjoon's hand stays sat on your thigh steadily, like he knows exactly what it's doing to you.
"and i definitely wouldn't have you asking for anything," he adds. his words land deeper than they should, etching themselves into the back of your mind without asking.
you let out a quiet, almost nervous laugh. "you're very confident."
"i'm honest," he says. he pauses for a moment. then, his voice drops just a little—"big difference."
you look at him again, thoroughly scanning his face this time. "you always talk like that?" you ask.
"only when i mean it."
another silence settles between you, this time sitting thick; heavy with everything both of you haven't said. his hand finally shifts, but not away from you. it only slides higher along your thigh before settling again.
"relax, doll," he murmurs softly, voice low and deep.
you exhale slowly, trying to steady yourself. "you're doing that on purpose."
"doing what?"
you shake your head slightly. "you know exactly what."
a faint smirk pulls at his lips. "yeah," he answers. "i do."
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
suddenly, the rest of the drive feels too short.
namjoon pulls to your curb, parking swiftly with one hand before cutting the engine. silence fills the space, neither of you reaching for the door immediately.
you look down at your hands, then back up, like you're about to say something—but the words don't come as easily now. because everything, from the restaurant, the drive is still sitting in between you. his hand, his voice. doll.
"you got quiet again," he says softly.
you let out a small breath. "you make it hard not to."
he stills ever so slightly, like your words had pulled something out of him. "do i?" he asks.
you look at him, holding his intense gaze this time. "yeah."
he pauses for longer than normal, eventually moving his hand before his mouth. he starts slow—not to your thigh this time—but higher. his fingers lift, brushing lightly along your jaw. just the tips, tracing the line like he needed to memorize it.
your breath catches immediately, peering up at him through your eyelashes as you seemingly couldn't look away from his face. he tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction closely.
"you always look like this when you're thinking?" he murmurs.
your voice comes out quieter than you expect. "like what?"
his thumb lingers beneath just beneath your chin for just a second. then it shifts slightly, guiding your face just enough so that you're looking directly at him and nothing else.
"like you're trying to figure out if this is a good idea," he says.
your heart practically stumbles. because he absolutely was right. "and?" you ask quietly.
a small smirk pulls at his mouth. but this one was softer, like it was more certainty than teasing. "i think you already decided," he murmurs. his gaze drops briefly, down to your lips, then back up again. this time, he doesn't even try to hide it.
"you're dangerous, you know that?" you say, barely above a whisper.
he leans in slightly, his scent taking over your lungs. "yeah?"
your breath is uneven now. "yeah."
his gaze drifts again, over your face, slower this time. fully taking you in. "you still thinking about the age thing?" he asks.
"no," you respond, holding the burning eye contact.
he studies you for half a second, like he's deciding if you're telling the truth. then, he exhales quietly, almost amusedly. "yeah," he says. "didn't think you would."
his hand lifts from your chin before resting lightly at your waist, thumb pressing just slightly before easing.
"probably better for you," he adds, voicer lower now, teasing but grounded in something real and deep, "if you didn't get used to someone like me."
your stomach flips instantly. "who says i'm getting used to you?" you shoot back, trying to play it off.
a smile tugs at his lips. "doll," he murmurs, softer and closer, the warmth of his breath hitting your neck. "you're already here."
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
a few days later, namjoon sends you an address located in the corner of a private street in LA telling you to meet him there. telling you that he wanted to show you something.
a building tucked slightly off the main road, close enough to the water that the air already feels different when you step out of the car.
you hesitate for a half a second before going in. not nervous, but just a little too aware of what you were walking into. with a few instructed taps on the door buzzer, you were let in.
inside, the hallway light is dim, soft lights lining the walls that were decorated with award cases, album posters, and framed vinyls. the floors were sleek and bass echoed through the walls.
you followed the sound the sound down the hallway, until you find a studio door that's slightly open. the gold plate on it reading, "kim namjoon" then below it, "head executive producer."
you exhale softly, heart slightly stopping at that and swallowing a little too hard before you push it gently, and that's when you see him.
sitting at the main console, leaning forward slightly, elbows resting near the soundboard. one hand adjusting a dial, the other resting against his chin like he's listening too closely.
he was so immersed that he hadn't noticed you yet.
the room was lowly lit—colored LEDS instead of overhead lights, the glow from the equipment reflecting softly against his face.
and there's something about him like this—focused, quiet, and completely in his element—that hits differently, making your stomach twist into a knot.
his sleeves are pushed up again, glistening watch catching the light as he moves his hand. a chain rests below his collar, barely visible, but sparkling in the light.
everything about him is so simple, but it fits him all too well. you don't mean to stare, but you definitely do.
and then, like he felt it—namjoon finally glances up. your eyes immediately meet, and you swear you felt a spark flash through your body.
for a split second, he doesn't say anything. he just looks at you, gaze taking you in deliberately.
then, he licks his lips so lightly you almost don't catch it. "you just going to stand there," he says, voice low and soft. "or are you coming in?"
you blink, snapping out of your trance slightly. "i-i didn't want to interrupt."
"you didn't," he replies easily. but his eyes linger on you for a second longer, almost like he knew you were watching him.
you step inside, softly closing the door behind you. the white lighting from the hallway had disappeared now, fully engulfing you into his world—his studio, his creative space—the place where he made every hit even possible. the big room suddenly felt smaller now, more private.
you look around, taking it all in. the walls are boarded with soundproof panels, and large speakers are placed around the sleek equipment. there's two chairs, a beanbag, and couch with folders of music sheets and lyrics scattered on the floor and on counter tops. "this is... really nice."
"mm," he hums, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly. "it works."
you glance at him. "you say everything like that."
"like what?"
"like it's not a big deal."
a faint smirk. "it's not."
you roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. he gestures towards the seat next to him. "come here." it wasn't a question.
you walk over, sitting beside him—closer than expected, immediately greeted by his warmth and the musk of his cologne.
he turns towards the console, grabbing a pair of high-end headphones. "listen to this," he says. he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before carefully placing them over your head.
music plays—smooth and layered. it had no lyrics, but it was already catchy. you hummed in delight. "it's really good," you said softly, gently taking the headphones off.
"i know," he replies casually.
you laugh. "you're insufferable."
he glances at you, a smirk forming. "you're still here though."
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
after a few minutes of namjoon showing you some buttons, he glances at you. "you want to try something?"
you look at him, a bit hesitant. "like what?"
he shifts slightly, turning your chair just enough so that your angled more towards the board. "come on," he says, nodding towards the controls. "i'll show you."
"...i feel like i'm going to mess something up," you say.
"you won't."
"how do you know?"
he leans in slightly, his breath hitting your neck ever so slightly. "because i'm right here."
your stomach flips again. he reaches around you slightly, one hand bracing lightly against the edge of the console near you, the other guiding your hand toward a dial.
“turn this,” he says, voice lower now, near your ear.
you try to focus. you really do. but namjoon is close. too close. his warmth spilling all over you, hitting you in all the places that made your thighs pull closer together.
you turn the dial slowly—and immediately the sound distorts in a ridiculous way. you both pause.
"...was that supposed to happen?" you ask.
he stares at the board for a second before a short laugh escapes him, dimples tugging at his cheeks. "no," he says.
you burst out laughing. "i told you!"
he shakes his head with another laugh, reaching forward to fix it, his arm brushing yours again. "you didn't break it," he says. "relax."
"i definitely did something."
"you did," he replies with a smile. "just not what i said."
you laugh again, softer this time.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
you're standing now, not sitting anymore.
because namjoon told you to.
“stand here,” he said, guiding you lightly by the waist until you were in front of the soundboard. no asking, just placing you there. you stiffened under his touch that sent a light shock through you.
"relax, doll," he murmurs behind you. the deep baritone of his voice hitting a little too close.
you exhale slowly, trying to focus on the board in front of you—but it's hard when you can feel him right behind you. he steps in closer, practically pressing you together.
one hand reaches around you, bracing against the console. the other finds yours, fingers sliding over yours, adjusting your grip on one of the controls. "not like that," he says, low. "too quick."
"i'm not doing anything fast," you defend weakly, trying your best to sound steady.
you hear a quiet, almost amused exhale behind you. "yeah?" he murmurs deeply.
his chest brushes lightly against your back as he leans in closer, guiding your hand again—slower this time. "you rush when you're nervous."
"i'm not nervous."
"mm," he hums, unconvinced. his hand tightens slightly over yours, turning the dial with you. the sound shifts, smoother this time. "like that," he says.
but he doesn't move away, not even a little bit. you swallow, your body hyper-aware of every point of contact. his hand over yours, his chest behind you, his voice vibrating your ear. and you definitely tried to ignore something hard resting against your ass.
"you do this with everyone?" you ask.
"no," he answered simply.
at to that, your heart stumbled. his hand left yours, but only came to settle at your waist, firm and steady. in his grip he turned you slightly—not fully, but enough to turn your attention away from the board and onto him. "you're distracted again," he murmured.
you let out a soft breath. "you keep saying that like it's my fault."
a smirk pulls at his lips, one that you can practically hear in his voice. "doll," he says lowly, "you haven't been focused since you walked in."
your stomach flips as you turn your head slightly, giving just enough space to look back at him—but it's a mistake. because he's already looking at you, his face much closer than expected and barely any space left between you now.
"you always get like this?" he asks softly.
"like what?"
his gaze drops slowly, then back up again. "quiet." he pauses. "...when you feel something."
your breath catches. "you act like you know me," you say.
"i do," he replies casually. those words shouldn't hit you as hard as they do, but they do anyway—causing your heart to leap.
he shifts you fully this time, making you fully face him as his large hands still rested at your waist, thumbs pressing in ever so slightly.
"or maybe," he adds, voice quieter now. "you're just not used to someone who pays attention."
your chest rises slowly. "and you do?"
"to you?" he asks quietly, something flickering across his eyes. "of course i do."
a small pause. "i wouldn't ignore you," he mutters in your ear, breath hot down your neck in a way that makes your hairs stand up. his hand tightens slightly against you. "not like they did."
his words land, striking the base of your heart deeply. "and i definitely wouldn't have you guessing where you stand."
your breath is uneven now, but you can't seem to look away. "confident," you murmur.
"experienced," he corrects simply. his voice and his head dips lower just slightly—"difference is...i know how to treat a woman like you properly."
and suddenly the last thread holding you steady is already gone. you exhale softy, almost a laugh, but not quite. "you always talk like this?"
"only when i mean it."
silence fills the space around you, heavy and close. one of his hands lifts from your waist slowly before coming to your jaw and tracing along it deliberately, just like he did before.
his thumb sits at your chin, tilting your face up just slightly. it takes everything in you for your knees to not buckle right then and there, taking in his low, piercing gaze.
"you keep looking at me like that," you whisper.
"like what, hm?" he asks, voice low as he tilts his head lower, leaving little space between your noses. you felt like your whole world was spinning, trying to ground yourself properly without clinging onto him.
"like you're about to do something."
he pauses for a split second, licking his lips while his eyes practically swirled with darkness. then—low and certain—"i am."
and this time, namjoon doesn't stop himself. he leans in, fully closing the last bit of distance between you, crashing his lips onto yours. it's immediate—but not rushed. he kisses you slow, deep, like he's been holding it back for too long and finally had decided he was done.
you respond quickly, completely melting under the contact and moving your lips into his. your breath catches against his, one hand instinctively finding one of his big arms, while the other gripped on his shirt to steady yourself— because it hits you all at once.
the way he pulls you closer against him, one of his hands firmly settled at your waist while the other holds your head possessively, gently tilting your head at an angle that allowed him to kiss you deeper.
you lean into him without thinking—and he feels it, of course. he hooks his fingers around the belt loop of your denim skirt, pulling you even closer. the kiss deepens—but it isn't overwhelming. it's certain, like he wanted to take his time with his lips against yours.
your fingers tightened against him, causing him to exhale quietly against your lips, like he had been waiting for that exact response from you.
when you both pull back, you barely move an inch. foreheads close, breath uneven, and neither of you pulling away. his hands remain at your waist, yours still on him.
and after a second of catching your breath—namjoon leans in again. not because he's testing it anymore, but because he wants it—no, he needs it again. and you seem to meet him there just as fast.
his lips capture yours for the second time that night, practically taking your breath with him. your thighs press together slightly as you kiss him back, your hand sliding higher along his arm, gripping his bicep and pulling him closer without even realizing it.
his grip tightens slightly. "don't start something you can't finish, doll..." he murmurs quietly against your lips, voice rough.
the kiss suddenly shifts, not messy or rushed—but hungry. namjoon's hand slid shamelessly down your waist and onto your ass, sliding up and down its curve like it was already his.
that pulled a gasp out of you, and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. you allow him, opening your mouth more to let him further explore it with his tongue. your lips practically molded together, saliva mixing as he swirled his tongue around yours.
"look at you..." he mutters, barely pulling back, his thumb brushing your jaw again. "so responsive."
your stomach flips more times than you can count. "don't—" you start, breath uneven, but you can't even finish the sentence before you feel dampness between your legs.
"don't what, baby?" he asks lowly, smirking faintly against your lips. "don't notice you?"
he kisses you again before you can answer. his hand slides up from your ass, up your waist to your side—slower and more deliberate, before settling it there again, like he's grounding you there with him.
your grip on him tightens, deepening the kiss without intending to. "doll..." he murmurs, quietly now like it's a warning.
but he doesn't stop, and you most certainly don't want him to. all of a sudden namjoon is moving, guiding you back without breaking the kiss, step by step, until the back of your legs hit the couch.
you exhale softly in surprise—before you're sitting and he is too, pulling you with him. now, you find yourself on his lap—straddled on top of him with his hands firmly gripping your thighs and with everything much closer.
your hands find his broad shoulders, this time holding onto him like you desperately need to steady yourself, leaning into him once more. and namjoon notices, like he always does.
a low exhale leaves him, almost like a quiet laugh. "not pulling away anymore, are you, baby?" he murmurs, brushing his lips along your jaw slowly while his big palms drag up and down your thighs.
his plush lips trace the line of your jaw, littering soft kisses and your head tilts slightly to give him space without even thinking about it. "good," he praises quietly against your skin, lips trailing their way down your neck.
as he presses soft kisses along your neck, one of his hands presses a little firmer into your thigh, keeping you against him as the other rested gently at your neck—not enough to put pressure—but enough for your mind to go blank and make your thighs noticeably shift.
your breath hitches just above him, and his other hand soothes slowly against your thigh to steady you. "you have no idea..." he murmurs, lightly digging his teeth into your skin, making you shudder. "how hard i was trying to take my time with you."
your fingers tighten against him, struggling to ignore the unbearable ache in your core. "then why aren't you?" you manage softly, voice weaker than usual, knowing you didn't want that.
he paused for a moment, the warmth of his breath tingling down your neck and through your spine. his voice comes lower this time, but steadier. "because you stopped me from wanting to."
he pulls back just enough to look at you again, dark and low eyes trailing every inch of your face. his hand comes up, brushing your hair behind your ear slowly, slower than before.
"you're trouble, princess," he says lowly, another nickname rolling off his tongue with ease. "but i like it."
your breath is still uneven, your heart racing faster than your mind—but you don't look away. "good," you murmur.
namjoon's jaw tightens slightly at that—not in frustration, but in complete restraint. what's left of it, at least.
his hand that rested along your neck slid up, tilting your chin upwards with his thumb once again, making sure that you were really looking at him. "you sure about this, doll?" he asks lowly.
you nod without hesitation. "yes."
a small pause fills the thick, small space between you, but his smoldering gaze doesn't leave yours. his gentle hold on your jaw tightens ever so slightly—not to harm you, but to ground you into the moment. "you understand...i'm not the kind of man you forget after this."
your breath catches, but you don't pull back. "i know," you say softly, holding his gaze.
his hands return to your waist, firmer this time, pulling you just slightly closer to him—close enough that space barely existed anymore. "yeah..." he murmured, his thumb tracing lightly along your skin. "then stay with me."
you nearly shuddered from his words, the warmth of his body on yours surrounding you and making your skin tingle. "i will," you nearly whispered, praying that he couldn't feel the dampness between your legs at the thought of never leaving his side.
"good," he grunted in your ear, hot breath spilling down your neck. he pulled back just slightly before closing the space between you once again, tilting your head with his thumb and pulling your lips in with his unhurriedly.
you immediately softened into him as you moved your lips together, your chest immediately becoming flush against his and practically folding underneath his touch. his hands left your waist, finding their grip lower and onto your ass, holding you steadily against him while his tongue explored you once more.
his lips left yours to litter your neck with kisses—sloppy and open-mouthed this time, sucking harder and marking a trail of red marks down to your collarbone. you whimpered with every suck, thighs noticeably shifting against his legs.
namjoon's slender fingers found their way underneath your top, sliding it up slowly—like he was waiting for you to stop him—but you never did. you only complied, lifting your arms up. and in one swift motion, your top was off, and his lips already found themselves on your cleavage.
"so beautiful, baby," he murmured into your skin, tongue lightly lapping against the mark he had just made on top of your breast.
suddenly you felt his big palms on your waist once again before he manhandled you—lifting you up and lying you gently across the couch before his large figure quickly filled your vision and filling up your entire view.
all you could see in the ambient light of his studio was his broad shoulders, his low, piercing eyes, and glimmering chain now hanging in front of your face before he captured your lips again. you practically moaned into it, fingers gripping tightly into his shirt like you needed more.
"fuck," he murmured against you between kisses, intertwining his long fingers with yours, dragging your palm deliberately up his chest. your hands moved before your mind, tugging him closer by his shirt and immediately fumbling with the buttons.
he smirked, large hands moving to help you take it off. once he tossed it somewhere in the room, your hands danced around his body greedily, trailing over his abs, from his chiseled chest and to his swell back.
"should be taking you to my house like a fuckin' man. should fuck you in my bed slow 'n proper. but i've lost my patience with you, doll," he breathed lowly, licking his lips with hunger.
you could only bring yourself to whimper, as namjoon's big palm creeped around your thigh, trailing every so slowly inwards before stopping. your legs couldn't help but twitch helplessly underneath his touch, causing him to let out an amused breath of air.
"but you don't want that, do you?" he asked lowly in your ear, the desire in his voice making your core ache with unbearable need. his hands trailed closer to your heat, dragging his fingers leisurely against your inner thigh.
you shook your head desperately, but that wasn't enough for him. his fingers hooked around your skirt. "wanna hear you use that pretty mouth of yours, baby."
"i—yes—" you blurted breathlessly, struggling to find the words. "i want it—want you. here, joonie. right now."
his cock strained even harder against his pants. "good girl," he muttered before pulling your skirt down. when it was disregarded, namjoon's hands found your thighs again and you suddenly felt his long fingers trace against slowly against your sopping heat barely shielded by your lacy thong, sending a shiver down your entire body.
"wet for me already and i haven't even started with you," he smirked, finally hooking your panties to the side and letting your soaking core be hit by the cold air. your thighs instinctively went to clamp shut, but he quickly stopped them with his big hands.
"so sensitive, doll," he murmured, placing one big thumb just above your clit while the other fingers outlined your inner thigh. "guys your age don't take their time like this, do they?"
you shook your head immediately, whining out before his fingers glided up slowly against your wetness, his index finger swiping in between your folds. his thumb rubbed your clit in a long circle, pulling out a desperate whine out of your mouth.
finally, he pushed one long finger in between your folds, sliding into your hole that sucked him in, your wetness gushing his fingers. you whined loudly as he dragged it along your walls before plunging back in.
namjoon closed the distance between your faces, capturing your lips in with his and sucking on your bottom lip as he inserted another finger, thrusting into you at a steady pace while his thumb remained on your clit.
when he pulled away, it was only to align his face at your entrance. his hand firmly gripped onto your thighs, holding you in place. his fingers slowed inside of you as his nose came close to your core, the warmth of his breath directly hitting your pussy and making you twitch underneath him.
a small smirk pulled at his lips before he poked his tongue out, licking a light, gentle stripe against your folds. "mm, taste so sweet, baby."
you reacted immediately, thighs clenching around his head in a way he enjoyed a bit too much, his free hand wrapping around your leg firmly as he lapped delicately at your entrance.
you moaned his name, legs finally relaxing under his grip as he took his time with soaking your taste on his tongue. namjoon couldn't help but smirk against your folds, his plump lips completely enveloping your pussy into his mouth and sucking your wetness in hungrily.
it wasn't long before you felt his tongue greedily prying through your entrance, crying out in breathless moans. his two fingers stretched open your walls to allow more room for him to explore you with his tongue.
namjoon was absolutely driving you over the edge—his tongue plunged through your tight walls like no other, slender fingers stroking your insides while his thumb massaged your clit vigorously. he ate at you like he had starved for this—your back immediately curving off of the couch as you felt unbearable pressure twine into your stomach.
"that's it, doll," he cooed against your folds, his nose sitting on top of your clit. then, his voice dropped lower—"cum for me."
and so you did—completely letting go as your first orgasm tore through you like lightning. your legs shook around namjoon's head, his free hand rubbing against your thigh gently while his two fingers slowed inside of you. his tongue moved against your folds slowly, taking in every last drop of your release between his lips.
when your body was finally at ease from the state of euphoria he took you to, namjoon trailed kisses from your stomach and up, his hands gently caressing your sides.
"look at you taking me so good," he murmured between kisses, lips on yours now. "think you're ready for my cock, hm, baby?"
you nodded quickly, practically squirming beneath him. "yes joon—need it so bad." your fingers found his belt loop—his large hands finding yours immediately, helping you take off his pants entirely.
it was then when you saw the largest imprint strained tightly against his boxers, making you swallow hard without even realizing. his fingers looped around the hem, taking them off in a swift motion as he stood up.
his cock sprung out in front of you—thick, long, and angry with pre-cum glistening at the end. you sat up straight, jaw slightly slack without even realizing. namjoon's lips fought a smirk as he hovered over you, large shoulders swell and thick member curving up.
his low eyes looked down at you, clouded with darkness. he wrapped his large hand around the thick base of his cock, stroking slightly while taking in the sight of you in front of him.
"fuck," he grunted, "don't got any condoms, baby."
"it's okay, joon," you replied softly.
"you sure, doll?" he asked, tracing his fingers lightly against your jaw, tilting your head to look up at him fully.
you nodded. "wanna feel all of you," you said almost shyly.
"have no clue what you're doing to me," he responded lowly, almost to himself. then namjoon leaned down, grabbing your hips and lifting you up swiftly. you yelped in surprise as he sat down, bringing you back on top of his lap. only this time, you were skin to skin, your arousal miserably smearing onto his legs.
but he didn't seem to care. his large hands rubbed softly down your sides as he licked his lips. "you're so small, baby," he muttered in your ear, his thumb pressing into the side of your hip. "might break you."
"that's okay," you whispered, peering up at him with big, needy eyes.
"yeah?" he asked darkly, like your response had just snapped the last bit of restraint left in him. he held onto your hips firmly as he pulled you up, aligning your entrance with his cock. "gonna ruin you then, baby."
your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders immediately to steady yourself, his fat tip pushing through your folds and breaking into your tight entrance. you moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling every inch of his width pushing slowly into your walls as you sunk down fully on his lap.
his grasp on you became tighter as he guided you further down, hissing in pleasure as he split you open widely with his cock. your eyes shut tight as your inner thighs kissed his. slowly, the tip of his member found the back of your walls, your head throwing back from the overwhelming stretch.
namjoon held you against him firmly, allow you to fully adjust to his length before he captured your lips into a kiss. "it's okay, doll," he murmured against you. "you're taking me so well."
after a minute of soft, warm coos in your ear—namjoon began to slide you up and down his vast length slowly with his large hands, emitting a loud whine from your lips. soon, he picked his pace, his cock repeatedly kissing the deepest part of your hole. "good baby... that's it," he praised lowly.
your head was filled with nothing but the thought of you, him, and his fat cock curving up inside of you and exploring your walls. he took you to a pure state of euphoria as he thrusted up in you. his hold was firm on you as he bounced you up and down his cock.
your eyes fluttered at your view, melting under his piercing gaze— his jaw tightened in pleasure and concentration, low eyes scanning your fucked-out expression hungrily. you nearly screamed in pleasure.
"such a good girl for me," he grunted in your ear, one large palm trailing up your sides before resting along your neck. his fingers wrapped around it slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to apply pressure that made your mind dizzy and your pussy clench his member tightly.
his other hand came firmer around your waist before suddenly you were moving—your head being guided back down on the couch while your body was being manhandled by namjoon while he kept his cock buried deep inside of you. one hand settled beside your head while the other remained grazing your throat lightly.
once you both fully adjusted to the new position, namjoon continued to thrust in you, roaming your pussy at an entirely new angle. your wetness gushed around his cock sloppily, filling the room with lewd slapping noises. "you fit around me so well, doll," he muttered breathlessly, breath shooting down your spine as he littered messy kisses along your neck.
his hand traveled from your throat down to your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it softly. you were a moaning mess beneath him as he fucked you relentlessly now, tip slapping messily against the spongiest part of your walls, making your mind go blank.
his palm found its way around your thigh, lifting it above his shoulder. he closed the distance between you two, cock greedily marking a place inside your hole in a way no one had ever done before as his chest pressed against yours.
he rutted his length inside of you, making your eyes roll back and the couch move back and forth with every movement. "gonna fill you up tonight, doll. gonna make you mine," he murmured. "what do you think, baby?"
you could only moan in response, lost in the feeling of his cock buried so deeply inside of you. "nuh uh," namjoon ticked lowly, his thrusts becoming brutal. "wanna hear that pretty voice of yours, baby."
"mmph—yes~ make me yours, joon," you whined breathlessly.
you cried out—heat coiling unbearably in your stomach, pure bliss clouding your mind as namjoon picked up his pace, feeling your walls hugging him in tightly. "yeah... right where you belong baby," he muttered. "taking me so good like this."
your second orgasm of the night hit you even harder this time—ripping through you like a monstrous ocean wave. he fucked you through your high, your legs shaking violently against him; release spilling all over his cock as you moaned out his name breathlessly.
"that's it, baby," he grunted lowly as he made his final, slower thrusts, burying himself inside you as deep as possible before releasing his hot seed into your walls. "come on my dick, pretty girl."
your vision was practically filled with stars as your body became limp under his grasp. he milked his cock deep in your walls before he pulled out with a sharp hiss, laying down beside you—lengthy body half on the couch and half off of it.
you both laid there next to each other breathless, chests moving up and down in sync as you processed what had just happened.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
suddenly, the studio is quiet again.
it wasn't completely silent—just the low hum of equipment filling the room with one of his tracks still looping quietly in the background.
clothes half-on, curled against him on the couch with his large arm around your waist, holding you close against his chest like he had no intention of letting you drift away.
for awhile, neither of you say anything. namjoon's fingers moved slowly against your side, absentmindedly tracing soft patterns into your skin. the movement only grounded you into him more.
then finally, a low exhale left namjoon's lips. "c'mere," he murmurs softly, even though you were already pressed against him. his big hands slid higher along your back, pulling you in even closer anyway until your head was resting properly against his chest.
it only made your cheeks flush a bright red—the moment feeling possessive in a way that was ever so gentle. like he just needed to make sure you were still there. now, you can hear his heartbeat. it thumps steadily now against his large chest.
"you okay?" he asks quietly.
you nod against him. "yeah," you reply softly.
then his lips brush lightly against the top of your head, placing a soft kiss that lingers. "good," he murmurs.
something about the way he said it made warmth spread through your chest again. his hand settles at your waist once more, thumb brushing lightly beneath the fabric of your top. "you still overthinking?" he asks after a minute.
you let out a small laugh against his chest. "maybe a little."
a quiet hum leaves him. "don't."
you tilt your head slightly to look at him. his expression is softer now. his gaze still intense—because he always looks intense when looking at you—but softer. "you regret it?" he asks gently.
you shook your head immediately. "no," you replied, meaning it with everything in your chest.
at your words, something in namjoon's expressions shifts. it wasn't surprise, it was only something deeper. his hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing slowly along your cheek.
"good," he says again, quieter this time. then, like his confidence had just made a return—"would've been a problem if you did."
you laugh softly, cheeks warming again. "you're crazy, joon."
"for you?" he murmurs. "starting to think maybe."
your stomach flips all over again. namjoon studies you for a second, gaze moving slowly across your face like he's memorizing it. like he still can't believe that you're here. with him, and in his arms.
his hand slides along your thigh gently. this time, it isn't teasing. instead, it feels familiar and warm. "come back to my place," he says quietly.
you hesitate for maybe half a second, but only because your heart is racing faster than your mind. his thumb brushes lightly against your leg. "you don't have to leave, doll," he murmurs.
"you sure?" you ask quietly. because in your past, once guys were done, they were done with your presence for the night—or even forever.
"of course," he says. then, a faint smile touches his mouth, voice dropping a little. "i'm not doing being around you."
and it only seemed that you weren't exactly done being around him either.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
two months later, being with namjoon feels easy. and it wasn't because he was simple. it was the exact opposite.
he's still intense, but still composed. he still walks through every room like he owns it without needing attention from anyone in it. but with you? he's soft in all the places it matters.
namjoon becomes part of your life so naturally it almost scares you sometimes.
mornings tangled up in his expensive sheets while sunlight pours through the massive windows of his house that overlooks the city. his large hand resting on your waist while he scrolls through emails lazily with the other. his bright smile on display every time he made you laugh or blush.
in his free time, he'd show up to your work with your favorite dinner meal. sometimes, he'd sit at a table in your section and order food just to be able to talk to you any chance you'd get.
afternoons where he pulls you into his lap while he's working on music. he'd barely let you sit more than a foot away from him before he was already touching you again somehow.
his fingers through your hair, your legs draped over his. his mouth against your temple when he quietly tells someone important over the phone that he'll "call back later."
and of course, he spoils you constantly. it wasn't in a loud way either. it was more like taking care of you and putting a smile on your face had just become his instinct.
he buys you things you casually mention liking once. he leaves designer bags on the bed like it's nothing. he'd get annoyed when you'd check price tags. he would sneakily place things in your basket at sephora as he trailed behind you, filling it up with everything you simply picked up and looked at.
you even tried to avoid going shopping with him sometimes because you never happened to pay for anything again.
"doll," he murmured one night, pulling your back against his chest, wrapping his large arms around you while you stared at a pair of brand new, christian louboutin red bottoms that he bought you. "if you like them, they're yours. stop thinking so hard."
and god, he hated it when you worked too much. he hated it even more when work stressed you out.
"you should call out," he tells you one morning, voice rough from sleep while you're leaving his bed for work.
you laugh softly. "some of us have to work, joonie."
his buff arms loop around your waist, pulling you back into the mattress effortlessly. "i know," he murmurs against your neck, nuzzling his nose into your warmth. "that's the problem."
eventually, namjoon starts saying it more seriously.
"quit," he says.
you look at him like he's insane every time. "be serious, joon."
"i am serious."
his hands slide along your thighs as you stand between his knees while he sits at the edge of the bed, looking up at you with that same, calm certainty he’s always had.
“i’ll give you whatever you need,” he says simply. “why are you stressing yourself out when you don’t have to?”
and the craziest part of it all to you, was that he meant it entirely. it wasn't because he wanted control—it was because taking care of you pulled at his dimples and his heart more than anything else ever had.
somewhere along the way, you became each other's favorite part of life. people notice too and eventually, the internet catches on.
a photo of you two start surfacing of you leaving restaurant in west hollywood, his hand firm at the small of your back. then, photos of him opening the door for you. and photos of him looking at you instead of the camera.
one set of paparazzi pictures blow up incredibly fast—you climbing into his car while he stands beside you in sunglasses and all black. one hand casually resting against the roof above your head, the other firm on your thigh as you settled into the seat.
neither of you comment on it, not publicly at least. but namjoon doesn't hide you either. because if anything—he loved being seen with you.
you noticed it in the small moments. the way his hand settled on your thigh more confidently when people recognized him on a date. the way he pulled you closer when cameras appeared. the way he looks almost amused by attention instead of irritated.
it was like he was always thinking, yeah, she's with me.
namjoon flexed you more than the music plaques on his wall or the collection of sleek cars in his driveway.
because throughout his entire career, no success, no hit record, or no amount of money—had ever made him look at proud as you do sitting beside him.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
4 months later~
the city outside namjoon's windows is glowing gold and white beneath the dark sky, soft music playing quietly somewhere in his giant house.
you're curled against him on the couch in one of his hoodies. legs across his lap while he scrolls lazily through something on his phone with one hand resting absentmindedly along your thighs.
you both had been like this all evening. quiet and comfortable; surrounded by the kind of silence that only exists when two people know everything about each other completely.
honestly, it could scare you a little. because somewhere along these four months, you and namjoon had stopped feeling temporary. it stopped feeling like some kind of whirlwind or fling.
instead, it just started feeling right. it just felt like you and him and nothing else completely belonged.
you looked over at him. observed the sharp line of his jaw that was softened by the warm lighting. the expensive watch sitting around his wrist. the reading glasses he only wore at home that sat low on his nose while he checked emails.
the realization hit you about a month ago so hard and your chest had felt tight ever since. you were completely, undeniably, and utterly in love with him. but now, you couldn't seem to hold it in anymore.
"you're staring again."
your heart jumps slightly. namjoon doesn't even look up from his phone when he says it. you roll your eyes. "you're obsessed with yourself."
a smirk touches his lips. "no," he murmurs calmly, finally looking over at you. "just obsessed with you."
you look away before he can see your flushed face, but of course he already noticed it. because there simply wasn't a thing he didn't notice about you. his phone turned off immediately. "hey," he said gently.
your eyes lift back to his. immediately his expression changes into something softer, but more serious. his hands slide up from your thigh to your waist, pulling you a little closer across the couch until you're practically in his lap. "what's going on in that head, hm?" he asks.
"nothing."
"liar."
the words are gentle, affectionate in a way. you laugh softly, but it comes out nervous. he catches that too. one hand comes up, brushing lightly along your jaw. "talk to me, doll."
you swallow. your voice comes out quietly—"what if... i love you more than you love me?"
the room goes completely still. namjoon stares at you for seconds that stretch far too long, like you had just said something completely. unbelievable.
his brows pulled together. "baby," he says softly, confused, "what?"
your heart pounds instantly at the name. you try to laugh it off, suddenly embarrassed now. "i don't know, i just—"
"no," he cuts in, hands tightening gently at your waist. they weren't harsh, but it was enough to stop you from spiraling away. "no, don't do that."
you looked back at him. and the way he was looking at you now—god. like this mattered. like you mattered.
"you really think you're ahead of me here?" he asks quietly, eyes boring into yours.
your breath catches as namjoon shifts closer, forehead resting lighting against yours. "i've been in love with you for a while now," he admitted softly.
for a second, you felt like you actually stopped breathing. his thumb brushed slowly against your cheek. "you just took longer to realize it."
a shaky laugh leaves you instantly, eyes burning now. namjoon smiles softly at that, an expression you only ever get to see.
"i love you," he says again, quieter this time. but it was certain, as if it were the most obvious thing it the world.
and suddenly every fear you had—about the age gap, about his fame, about his feelings for you—had totally disappeared. because this man—this calm, confident, impossible man—loves you so deeply that he didn't even hesitate to say it.
your eyes fluttered in disbelief, laughing away the butterflies in your stomach. "i love you too."
the smile that breaks across is face is small, but almost disbelieving. but it was unquestionably proud, like he had just won something prized. after that, he kissed you slowly. he enveloped your lips with his tenderly, soaking in all of your warmth beneath him.
"there you are," he murmurs softly. like you were always meant to end up here with him.
and somewhere between the side of the road and his arms, your little street thing had become everything.
‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.
a/n : hope u guys loved this as much as i do eee! sorry there was so much relationship building... this is the longest bts fic i've made (on this app at least) omg..but joon is actually so sexy i could die.
read part two here
love u guys sm <3 read more of my joon fics here !!
in which your husband jeon jungkook comes back home to you - his 8 months pregnant, needy wife - after a reluctantly accepted five day business trip.
| PAIRING | : husband!jungkook x pregnantwife!reader
| GENRE | : married au, porn with little plot, smut and fluff
| WARNINGS | : 18+, explicit language, explicit smut, masturbation (f.), oral (f. + m. rec), penetrative sex, riding, pregnancy sex, titty play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, lactation/he drinks her breast milk??, titty sucking, raw sex, scratching, making out, creampie, mentions of sex toys, use of vibrator, big dick jk.
| WC | : 4.3k
| FROM ME | : hi everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you all are well and safe - I wrote this in 30min and it’s not proofread so pls don’t come for me :) please, if you are a minor do not interact!!
five days weren’t supposed to feel this long.
jungkook had reluctantly left on sunday morning for a business trip overseas, it was now friday evening. he had been travelling since early morning, having taken a series of trains, buses, and flights just to get to the airport which was still a two hour taxi ride away from your shared apartment.
he was exhausted, slightly hangry, and terribly missing you - his heavily pregnant wife, his y/n, the one and only love of his life.
you were just about eight months now, always hungry and waddling everywhere, your due date fast approaching. jungkook had been very hesitant to leave, refusing the offer at first. but then you assured him that you could call your best friend - jina, who lived 5 minutes away - if anything happened, and that this trip could lead to a potential promotion for him, which would benefit you both greatly given the baby on the way.
even though jungkook knew you’d be fine for a couple of days with help nearby, he still didn’t want to leave at all - he missed whispering to your belly at night, missed kissing and stroking your hair until you fell asleep, missed being able to slip it in gently from behind when you got needy during the night - which was nearly every night.
a little pathetic for a 5 day absence, yes. but this was jungkook - you’d been married for 3 years, dated for 5, and his obsession with you only grew stronger with each passing day.
your pregnancy wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. you weren’t on any birth control and hated when jungkook wore condoms, so it was only a matter of time. a baby now wasn’t an inconvenience, you worked remotely and jungkook’s job was steady. he couldn’t wait to become a father, to grow your family and watch either a mini you or him run around the apartment.
throughout your pregnancy, jungkook had literally stopped letting you do anything tiring - especially when your belly started growing bigger. he was constantly by your side, usually one hand on your belly and the other stroking your hair. he cleaned the whole apartment regularly, made sure you took at least two naps a day, and tended to every pregnant need you had, no matter how silly it was.
jungkook always agreed to doing whatever you wanted, even before you got pregnant. you were his main priority, and he wanted to make you feel happy and loved all the time. so when he’d come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch balancing a box of pizza on your bump whilst watching tv? he just took out a spoon and your favourite ice cream from the freezer, sat beside you, and fed you the ice cream with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen feet.
he was never overbearing, just wanted to ensure you and the baby were completely comfortable and calm - even if doing so meant watching you eat junk food all the time and treating you like you were a piece of easily breakable fine china.
you knew he was constantly working hard so you didn’t have to. he’d assembled almost everything in the nursery himself or with the help of taehyung - a close friend - during weekends, he’d ask to work from home some days just because you didn’t want to let him go in the mornings. and despite being exhausted, he still intently listened to you ramble on about whatever whilst tenderly rubbing your back each night.
you thought this trip might be helpful for jungkook, might give him a deserved break from you, even though he’d text you every twenty minutes complaining about how he’d rather be home with you.
you wanted to do something special for him tonight. you wanted to fulfill jungkook’s needs, too. being pregnant meant you two went on a lot less dates, you dressed up less, tired most of the time. and whilst jungkook claimed this was definitely not a problem - you just felt like you weren’t really trying for him anymore.
he had called you fifteen minutes ago, asking how you felt and if you had eaten. you lied to him, saying that you were just about to go for a nap, when you were most definitely not.
jungkook had just gotten into the taxi to get home, which meant he’d be back in around an hour, leaving you enough time to get ready for him. he had sounded so exhausted and frustrated over the phone, the poor thing. apparently he’d already eaten, you just hoped it was something light since you’d planned to be his dinner tonight.
you had just finished shaving your body head to toe - difficult with your bump, but not impossible. “sorry, baby.” you had whispered when you accidentally scratched your belly button too hard whilst putting lotion on. you weren’t going to half ass this, you were going to make sure jungkook had one of the best nights of his life.
earlier that day, the new lingerie set you’d ordered arrived - crimson, lacy, and with minimal coverage - jungkook’s favourite. you carefully slipped it on, the lace hugged your curves beautifully, highlighting your bump without feeling too uncomfortable. you also curled your hair and did your makeup, finishing the look by applying some sultry lipstick.
as you adjusted the set in the mirror, your gaze drifted to the clock. perfect, jungkook would be home soon - and you looked hot.
you’d planned to wait for him on the couch, but your impatience started to get the better of you. but who could blame you? you were 8 months pregnant, missing your husband, and your sex drive impeccably high.
around five more minutes had passed, and you soon found yourself reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand where you and jungkook kept a series of sex toys - dildos, kegel balls, restraints, whatnot - and took out the baby pink vibrator jungkook had bought you just a couple of weeks ago.
you’d used it continuously during his absence, and you were already so wet at the thought of him finally coming home that sound of the vibrator made you drip even further.
legs spreading, you moved your panties to one side and edged it closer to your aching folds. the cold air made you gasp, and the moment you pressed the vibrator against your clit - you became a moaning mess.
thoughts of your husband filled your mind - him putting together furniture in the nursery all shirtless and sweaty, the way the veins on his arm popped out when he flexed it just because he knew it turned you on. “ah. fuck.” your eyes rolled back as you pressed the vibrator harder against you, that sweet feeling already forming in your lower stomach.
in between your gasps and moans, you faintly heard the front door unlock. finally, jungkook was home - and what a sight he’d walk into. you didn’t turn the vibrator off, didn’t get up, you just waited for him to come and find you - pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.
jungkook was so happy to finally be home, to find you and hold you after what felt like forever. as he closed the door and put his suitcase to one side, he noticed that the lights were off and the living room empty. had you fallen asleep?
“baby?” jungkook called out, voice slightly hoarse from the wind outside - you didn’t respond. he slipped his shoes and jacket off, dropping his keys on the side dish, and started walking to your shared bedroom. if you were asleep, then he wanted nothing but to join you as soon as possible.
as he approached, he could hear soft muffled sounds. what were you doing? the bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and when jungkook pushed it open, his mouth immediately went dry at the sight before him.
you, legs spread wide and shaking with your vibrator pressed against your core whilst your free hand played with your nipple erotically - luscious tits now spilling out of your sexy lingerie.
your head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes closed and biting your lip as the vibrator circled your dripping clit. “mm…baby, is that you?” your eyes stayed closed. “I missed you so much, kookie - ah..” you gasped as you turned the vibrator to a much stronger, harsher setting, pushing the tip of it inside you now.
jungkook was stunned. he was frozen, eyes wide, just stood there in the doorway watching you - cock already straining his pants - you’d never pulled anything like this before. christ, you looked pornographic right now, and he’d never been more turned on. the sounds of the vibrator pushing in and out of you were actually obscene.
he quickly found his voice again, though it was quiet and slightly shaky. “b-baby, what are you doing?” jungkook inched closer, now stepping fully into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. his gaze landed on your bump, so plump and full with his baby - the fact that you were pregnant made this even hotter.
you giggled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. fuck - he looked so good - a mixture of confused, exhausted, and aroused - standing there in a white button up and black slacks, hair slightly messy. “i couldn’t wait anymore…had to take care of myself without you…” your breathing was starting to become laboured, it was clear you were nearing your release.
jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, desire replacing the confusion. he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to throw that vibrator across the room and pleasure you himself. he quickly lowered one knee onto the bed and dove in, taking the vibrator from your grasp and tossing it somewhere behind him, then quickly sliding your drenched panties off.
his mouth closed over your clit immediately, licking and sucking enthusiastically. “yes…fuck..” your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you whilst you wrapped your legs around his head, effectively trapping him in between your legs so you could grind against him easier. jungkook loved it when you did that, especially when you were so wet like this - you tasted so sweet, he wanted to be buried in your pussy forever - even if it suffocated him.
his hands dug into your thighs - not hard enough to hurt - and pushed his skilled tongue inside you, quickening his pace just to hear you moan louder. “there…kookie, yes..!” his nose pressing against your clit sent you over the edge - eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to see stars. “yes! oh!” you yelled. jungkook smiled against your pussy, his pace never wavering as his tongue lapped up all of your juices. he kept swirling his tongue and licking until your legs stopped shaking, loosening around his head.
jungkook pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before coming back up to look at you. his eyes finally met yours - your light hazel eyes glistened with contentment - his favourite sight ever. jungkook’s lips quickly found yours, the kiss was heated and your tongues immediately intertwined - now reunited after days apart. you could taste yourself on him, and you loved it.
your hands cradled his face as your lips continued moving, then jungkook reluctantly pulled back for some air, resting his forehead against yours. “i missed you so fucking much.” he murmured as his hands gently rubbed your belly - right where the baby had been kicking more lately. “baby ok?”
you nodded, still a little out of breath, your hands now at the nape of his neck - caressing his soft skin. “never better.” jungkook smiled and pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, before looking down at your body, his finger hooking into the strap of your bra as he raised a brow. “new?”
you giggled and licked your lips. “yes. wanted to surprise you.”
jungkook hummed. “red. good choice.” he murmured before burying his face between your velvety tits - his hand started travelling back down, slipping between your folds which were already wet again - but your hand stopped him, wrapping around his wrist and pushing it away.
you shook your head and sat up, one hand on your belly as you got off the bed. “no more. I want to make you feel good.” you stated as you carefully kneeled on the floor in front of him and patted the mattress for him to sit on.
but jungkook frowned - cock still painfully hard. “baby, I can’t have you kneeling on the floor at 8 months pregnant.”
you rolled your eyes and patted the mattress again. “jungkook.” you licked your lightly swollen lips, and jungkook was halfway to going insane again, then you asked sweetly. “I want to suck your cock - please?”
yeah, jungkook was a goner. he couldn’t possibly say no to you when you sounded so fucking pretty and sinful. he did want to shove his cock so hard down your throat until you cried - the fact that you were pregnant and sensitive was the only thing stopping him. well, not anymore. you were being a brat tonight, and he had no choice but to put up with it.
“alright - fuck.” jungkook swiftly repositioned himself on the mattress so that your head was now between his legs. you started to massage his thighs through his pants, he undid his belt whilst you did that, tossing at across the room as you started to pull his pants down. once they were off, jungkook leaned back on his forearms and sighed, cherishing the feeling of you touching him after such an exhausting fucking day.
you started palming his huge cock through his boxers, thumb circling the tip - your mouth watered. “you’re so hard, kookie.”
jungkook groaned, one tattooed hand - the one with your initials on his knuckles - coming down to grab your hair as his hips buckled. “god…” his voice was low and quiet, you hadn’t even begun to blow him and he was already close to cumming.
after stroking his length some more, you finally pulled his boxers down - his massive cock springing out towards your face. it was so hard and thick - you’d missed the sight of it so much that it nearly brought you to tears, your wetness starting to drip onto the floor beneath you.
you licked your lips then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his tip and licking off the little bead of precum.
your tongue swirled around the tip - wet and slow - then you wrapped a hand around the base and started to stroke gently. jungkook muttered a series of tender curses as you continued to lick and tease his needy cock.
you pulled back and admired your work for a second - your saliva coated him all over now - his cock glistened in the low light. then you finally started to take him deeper, mouth stretching to accommodate his size, his breath hitched as your tongue serenaded his cock.
the feeling of his warm, salty, wet length on your tongue felt so heavenly, heat pooling low in your belly. jungkook’s delicate fingers tightened in your hair as you took him fully inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down just how he liked it. “fuckkk…baby, I love you so much.” his eyes were hazy as he watched you - tired but full of love. “you’re so beautiful like this, light of my fucking life…”
another deep moan escaped his lips, motivating you to take him further. your nose brushed his pelvis, tears beginning to pricking at your waterline from his thick length against your throat - but your motions didn’t waver. saliva started to form at the corners of your mouth, progressively dripping down your chin. you just hummed, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his balls with your thumb.
jungkook’s hips began to thrust - gentle at first. when you started to moan loudly, some tears falling down your cheeks, his thrusts got bolder - your eyes were so soft, so watery all because of him. jungkook’s eyes never left your face, he always loved to watch your mouth get fucked by him. “come on, princess….you’re so good, you can take it…” his voice was hoarse, and airy - strained by your mouth.
it was evident jungkook was starting to lose control - his thrusts got meaner and faster, the lewd sounds of you taking his cock making him even more eager. the bedroom was full of quiet gagging and slurping sounds from your lips, spit was dripping to the floor now - along with your wetness. you sucked him off with complete love and care, smiling when his thighs began to tremble.
jungkook’s thrusts continued to get even rougher - his cock now practically buried down your throat. his moans began to get relentless and needier - as did your own - you were so turned on that you were grinding onto the floor subconsciously, whining and whimpering into it. his free hand came to wipe a tear falling down your flushed cheeks, whilst the other tightened in your hair, guiding your head up and down faster. jungkook’s breathing was erratic as he desperately tried to hold on and murmured to you. “gonna cum, pretty….gonna fucking fill you. you gonna swallow it all up, yeah?”
you hummed and nodded eagerly, and jungkook moaned your name deeply as he finally let go - white, hot ropes of cum beginning to shoot down your throat. “y/n…you’re such a good girl for me…yes..” he whispered breathlessly as you swallowed it all up greedily, not daring to waste any. your own orgasm came crashing down on you - eyes tightly squeezing shut - moaning and whimpering against your husband’s cock as you continued to grind and leak shamelessly all over the floor.
you kept your mouth around him the whole time, taking every last drop until he was trembling and starting to get hard again. jungkook had let go of your hair, now stroking gently. you released him with a soft pop, your lips glistening and glossy - chin still dripping his release.
jungkook hadn’t even realised you had cum too - too overwhelmed by pleasure. his eyes darkened again as he took in your face and the floor beneath you. “get on this bed now.” his voice was low and commanding, still hoarse from before - it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. he didn’t have to tell you twice, anticipation brewed in your lower stomach again as you quickly got up off the floor (as fast as a pregnant woman could), and got on the bed.
jungkook’s strong hands immediately found your forearms to steady you, you were still completely bare apart from that lacy bra and the evidence of your earlier orgasm still dripping down your legs. he shook his head and tutted whilst rubbing your belly, you gave him a confused look “hm?” - then his hand drifted down to your pussy, spreading your folds and dragging his ring finger over your swollen clit. “baby, you had to fuck the floor because of me - we gotta fix that.” his tone was apologetic yet teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.
jungkook smiled, gently rubbing your clit now - you were already so wet again (thanks to pregnancy), it was all he ever wanted to see and feel. he crashed his mouth onto yours again, gently sucking on your bottom lip, then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. he could taste himself on your tongue, but jungkook didn’t mind - if anything, it turned him on more. you had blowed him so fucking good he was sure his dick was going to snap in half.
you whimpered again when jungkook pulled away, his hand still working between your legs. you wanted him so badly - right now, completely inside of you.
your hands came up to his chest- still covered by that useless shirt - and lightly pushed him back against the headboard, he raised a brow. “want to ride you, kookie…” you sounded like an angel, grinding your hips against his.
jungkook’s breath hitched, he didn’t want to wait anymore either.
much to your delight, his shirt came off in seconds, revealing those delicious muscles. your hands immediately latched onto his biceps, just squeezing and feeling them. jungkook was so fucking big now compared to a couple of months ago, and you loved it. he had been going to the gym for some time, forever going on about how he wanted to be fit and healthy for you and the baby, but holy fuck - this was on another level.
jungkook let you explore for a minute, just sitting there quietly rubbing your inner whilst you basically drooled over his body - until he started getting impatient.
his hands moved up to your hips and lifted you onto his lap, looking straight into your eyes. then he leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot under your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose against it. “thought you said you something about riding me, hm?” he whispered. you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.
a whimper escaped you as you nodded at his words. jungkook just hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your drenched folds - smearing your arousal all over it. you moaned instantly, your head dropping against his shoulder. jungkook pulled you closer so that your bump could rest comfortably in between you two, then he began to push the tip in.
low curses escaped you both as his thick cock started to stretch your walls - warmth filling you quickly. jungkook buried his head in your neck as you fully sat down on his length, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could. he let you get comfortable first, then started to slowly thrust his hips upwards. “oh…” you murmured at his slow motions, hands gripping his biceps again.
you started to move up and down - jungkook was not ready for that. “fuck, baby-“ his hands flew back to your hips, helping you move yourself up and down.
the pace was still slow, just how you two liked it - not short and sweet, but long and loving. jungkook’s lips kissed down your neck, collarbone, to the column between your tits. one of his hands started to massage one gently through your bra. he was so mesmerised - pregnancy had changed your body significantly, and jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. you looked so full now, full with his baby, full of love - he wanted you pregnant always.
“so pretty for me, baby…” he murmured as his hands continued to play with your tits. his breath hitched when you reached back and unclasped the bra, tits spilling free.
you started getting bolder, quickening your pace, using him to fuck yourself. jungkook didn’t mind at all - he wanted you to take all the pleasure you could get. the image of you bouncing on his cock was always his favourite.
“ah! yes!” you moaned as his cock went deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. jungkook’s mouth then closed over your nipple, licking and biting gently. you whimpered at his actions, nails digging into his back as he started to move his hips faster up to yours.
jungkook kept sucking on your nipple, and that’s when he felt it - a warm, sweet liquid - your milk. he let out a low, loud moan as it continued to come out, it turned him on so much. your milk tasted so fucking good, jungkook lapped it all up without missing a drop - he was almost jealous of your unborn baby for getting this milk.
jungkook could tell you were reaching your peak now - your back was arched, your nails were scratching and digging into his back, and the sounds coming out of your mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock were nothing but obscene - he couldn’t torture you any longer, his own release was building in his lower stomach.
“I know, beautiful, I know.” he murmured, groaning as your lips met again. his hand travelled back down, finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles over it. “let me help you. let go, baby..” you moaned into his mouth at his words “yes! jungkook!” and finally let go, your cum and squirt coating his cock all over.
jungkook came with a guttural moan as soon as your walls clenched around him. your name left his lips continuously as he continued to thrust into you - fucking you gently through your high - until they began to get sloppy. “good girl.” he praised when you were finished.
he stayed buried inside you for a bit, head resting against your shoulder until he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. jungkook then brushed some hair out of your face and moved so that you two were lying side by side, still not pulling out.
he adjusted the covers over you then pulled you closer - one arm draped over your waist and bump whilst the other gently stroked your hair. jungkook could tell you were exhausted by now, your quietness the main hint. he murmured an ‘I love you’ to both you and the baby before adjusting the pillows again. you hummed, only registering the press of warm lips against your forehead before dreams finally pulled you under.
summary. when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no.
after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?
pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader
genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff (?)
word count: 5.1k
warnings: you’re gonna get sick of the title loll, brief alcohol consumption, this is lowkey pwp (there will be more plot soon i promise) swearing, explicit sexual content (mdni), kissing, making out, fingering, oral (m. receiving), he’s very cocky but also pathetic, multiple orgasms, lots of banter and teasing as dirty talk, petnames (baby), jk calls oc a brat x2, multiple positions, insinuated aftercare, let me know if i missed anything!
notes: you guys built this fic!! this was supposed to be out on thursday but i realised i was being wayy to ambitious cuz i definitely needed more than two days to write this loll. but alas, it’s here :3 as always, likes, comments, reblogs, feedback and asks are very appreciated! enjoy reading angels <33
ps. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!!
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You fumble with your keys, swaying just slightly as you try to jab the right one into the lock. Behind you, Jungkook’s laughing under his breath, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on the back of your neck.
“Need help?” he asks, the amusement in his voice unmistakable.
“I’ve got it,” you say, jabbing the key with exaggerated precision. The door finally clicks open, and you push it in with a triumphant, “Ha!”
“You’re so competent,” he deadpans, clapping a mock applause as he follows you in. His shoulder bumps yours as he passes. “It’s honestly inspiring.”
You kick off your shoes, tossing your keys into the bowl by the door. “And you’re so annoying,” you mutter, but there’s no heat in it.
Jungkook drops onto your couch like it’s his own, sprawling out like he owns the place. Which, in some ways, he kind of does.
A hoodie of his is already slung over the back of a kitchen chair, from some night two weeks ago when he stayed too late and decided not to drive home. There’s an energy drink in your fridge with his name written on the lid in Sharpie. The blanket he’s tugging over his lap? That’s the one he gifted you for Christmas, mostly so he could use it whenever he came over.
It’s always been like this.
He tosses his denim jacket on the couch as you grab two bottles of water from the fridge, chucking one to him without warning. He catches it with the ease.
“You were definitely flirting with that bartender,” he says, unscrewing the cap and looking at you with that maddeningly smug smile.
You scoff. “He had a mullet and called me ‘miss.’ It wasn’t flirting— it was survival.”
“Sure,” he says, nodding like he totally believes you. “That’s why you laughed at everything he said, even when he asked if you liked your tequila neat.”
“It was neat!” you say, defensive and laughing at the same time. “And besides, you flirted with the girl in the fishnets for, like, an hour.”
He shrugs. “Guilty. She had good taste in music. And thighs.”
You groan and flop down beside him on the couch, letting your head fall back against the cushion. Your thigh brushes his, but you don’t move. Neither does he. The buzz from the party is still warm in your blood, and the apartment feels too quiet now — too intimate without the noise and lights and other bodies.
“You ever think we’re just... really bad at dating?” you ask, staring at the ceiling.
“Constantly,” Jungkook says, without hesitation.
You glance at him. “Like, maybe we peaked in college.”
He makes a face. “Don’t say that. I refuse to believe my best years happened while I was still eating instant ramen and failing comp sci.”
You laugh, and he turns his head toward you, watching you with that soft-eyed expression you know too well. There’s something about Jungkook when he’s like this — no bravado, no teasing smirk, just... present. His hair is a mess from the wind, and a dark tank top hugs his figure.
He’s too comfortable here. Too familiar.
“I genuinely think I’ve forgotten what a good kiss feels like,” you say, mostly to the ceiling, like it’s a throwaway thought.
Jungkook hums. “That bad, huh?”
“It’s not even bad, it’s just...” You trail off, searching for the word. “Empty. Mechanical. Like everyone’s going through the motions, but nobody’s actually there.”
He shifts slightly, angling his body more toward you. “So no decent kissers at all lately?”
You shake your head. “No decent anything, if I’m honest.”
He raises an eyebrow, curious.
You hesitate, but the alcohol in your system makes it easier to say what you probably wouldn’t sober. “I haven’t slept with anyone in like... almost a year.”
Jungkook blinks, not in judgment, just surprised. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” You rub at your temple with a laugh. “I didn’t plan it or anything. It just kind of... kept not happening. And then it became this weird streak, and now here we are.”
He’s quiet for a moment.
“Well,” he says eventually, “maybe your standards are just too high.”
“Or maybe men are just mid,” you shoot back.
That gets a laugh out of him, loud and bright. He tips his head back, and you watch his throat move as he laughs. Too long. Too hard. When he calms down, he gives you a look — something mischievous that you've grown to know too well over the years.
"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him with a smile.
He shrugs. “I mean... I could help."
“With my standards?”
“With the streak.”
You snort. “What, you offering?”
“Maybe.”
You tilt your head. “So what? You wanna bang it out?”
It’s meant to be funny. You’re grinning when you say it. But when you look at him — really look — he’s not laughing.
His gaze lingers on your mouth for a beat too long. Then his eyes flick up to yours.
“Just this once?” he asks, voice low. Careful. Like he’s giving you an out.
You don’t answer right away. The room goes still. The hum of the fridge feels too loud. His eyes are still on you, and it’s not a look you’ve ever seen from him before.
Your heart stutters in your chest.
You swallow. “Wouldn't it be weird?”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away.
“Only if we let it be.”
You sit there for a second, the weight of it all hitting a little too fast. Your brain’s still catching up to your mouth, to the way your body’s buzzing — not from the alcohol anymore, but from him. From the heat in his eyes, the way he said it — almost like a dare.
And then his expression shifts.
His eyes flick away, and his tongue runs over the silver ring on his bottom lip, like he’s pulling it back, reeling it in.
“Only if you want to, obviously,” he says, quieter this time. “We don’t have to.”
He starts to lean back like he's resetting the mood — like this moment can still be folded back into the safety of your usual teasing — but you stop him.
You move first.
You grab the front of his tank top — not hard, not dramatic, just enough — and you pull him in.
You kiss him.
It’s abrupt. Heat over hesitation. A split-second decision that tastes like tequila and impulse, like comfort and fuck it all wrapped up in the same breath.
At first, he doesn’t move, frozen in surprise. But then he kisses you back — really kisses you back — and suddenly you're not thinking anymore.
His hand slides to your thigh, just enough pressure to ground you, and you shift toward him instinctively, knees brushing his. His mouth moves against yours with a kind of focused laziness, like he’s savouring it. Like he’s trying to figure out exactly how you taste.
You pull back half a second, just to breathe, lips brushing his as you mutter, “Took you long enough.”
He laughs into your mouth, low and smug. “You kissed me.”
“Yeah, well. You looked like you were gonna bail.”
“I was being respectful,” he says, voice muffled against your jaw as he starts kissing along it. “But sure, let’s call it bailing.”
You gasp a little when he nips at your neck, just enough pressure to make you arch toward him. Your hands slide under his top, fingers skimming the warm skin of his back, and he shivers under your touch.
“Jesus,” you murmur. “How are you this built? You eat, like, gas station snacks and leftover noodles.”
“I work out,” he mutters between kisses, grinning as he drags his mouth back to yours. “Also, you’ve seen me shirtless.”
“Yeah, but not like this.”
“Like what?”
You tug him closer until your chest presses to his. “Like I get to touch.”
That shuts him up real quick.
He kisses you again, this time more urgently, and you feel the change in the air — less teasing, more want. Your legs shift to straddle his lap without thinking, your hands sliding up into his hair, tugging just a little.
He groans, deep and rough, biting down on your bottom lip before kissing it better. You rock your hips forward slightly and he bucks up into you with a hiss.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
You smirk against his mouth. “You offered, remember?”
“Yeah, and I’m rapidly realising that was a dangerous choice.”
You laugh, breathless, before kissing him again. He tastes like beer and something sweeter — probably the gum he always chews. You bite his lip and feel him groan into your mouth, hips jerking beneath you.
His fingers slip under your shirt, warm on your skin. Not rushed, just exploring — like he’s been curious for a while and is finally allowed to look.
You roll your hips again, slower this time, and his head drops back against the cushion with a low fuck that makes your stomach flip.
“You still sure about this?” you ask, teasing, as your hands drag down his chest, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
His eyes open — dark, focused, amused.
“You gonna stop me if I say no?”
You shake your head. “Nope.”
“Then yeah,” he says, breath hitching as your fingers reach his abdomen. “I’m very sure.”
He catches your fingers before you can finish unbuttoning his jeans.
You raise a brow, breath still uneven. “Seriously?”
He nods, steady, calm in a way that only makes your pulse pound harder. “I said I was helping you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but I thought that was like... a mutual helping situation.”
His mouth twitches. “You always gotta argue when I’m trying to do something nice?”
You open your mouth to throw something back — something biting, something stupid — but he leans in and kisses you before you can get the words out. One hand still wrapped around your wrist, the other cupping your jaw.
He pulls back just enough to speak.
“Let me take care of you.”
You stare at him for a beat, heart kicking hard in your chest.
“Fine,” you mutter, trying to sound unbothered. “But don't expect any thank yous or shit.”
“I’ll survive,” he says, already smirking as his fingers work at your jeans. “Though, for the record, I think you’re gonna want to.”
You snort — right before he pops the button of your jeans and drags the zipper down, knuckles brushing your skin. You shiver.
“God, you’re cocky.”
He glances up, eyes flicking to yours. “You saying I haven’t earned it?”
You don’t answer. Your breath stutters when his hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties, palm flush against you.
He stills.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice dropping. “You’re wet already?”
“Shut up.”
He smiles cockily.
You roll your eyes — try to, anyway — but your thighs are already parting, your body moving without conscious thought. His fingers slide into you, testing the waters, and your head tips back with a soft sigh.
He watches your face like he’s waiting for something. When your mouth parts, when your hips twitch toward his hand, that’s when he moves.
His thumb finds your bud and he's gentle at first. Circling, then rubbing just a little firmer. You bite your lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of the noises building in your throat.
“Still not thanking you,” you say through clenched teeth.
“Oh, you will,” he says, low. “Eventually.”
You glare at him. He grins back, fingers dragging lower, slipping in without resistance. You suck in a breath, and he laughs softly under it.
“Okay?” he asks, suddenly serious again.
You nod, maybe too quickly. “Yeah. More than okay.”
He starts moving his fingers — slow at first, too slow. Like he’s enjoying making you wait. You squirm, trying to rock your hips into his hand, but he tightens his grip on your thigh.
“Nuh-uh,” he says, eyes gleaming. “You’re letting me do the work, remember?”
“I hate you.”
“You’re literally grinding on my hand right now.”
You reach out blindly and smack his chest. He doesn’t even flinch — just slips another finger in, and your breath catches so hard it punches the air from your lungs.
“There it is,” he murmurs.
His thumb picks up a rhythm again, and the pressure starts to build fast. He knows it, too. His free hand slides around your waist, steadying you as your body starts to shake. Your fist curls into the soft fabric of his top, needing something to hold onto.
“Still hate me?” he asks, voice rougher now, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.
“Don’t flatter yourself— fuck—”
“Yeah?” His fingers curl just right, and your whole body tenses. “Right there?”
You nod, desperate, eyes squeezed shut. Your thighs are shaking. You’re so close you can’t even keep up the bit.
“Say it,” he says.
“Say what?”
“Tell me how good I make you feel.”
You groan. “Jesus, Jungkook—”
He slows down suddenly, barely moving his hand.
You whine. Actually whine.
“That’s not what I asked for.”
“God, you’re annoying,” you say, breathless.
He grins. “You're the one being the brat here.”
You drag your eyes open and glare at him, but it’s all heat now. All want. You lean in close, lips pressing against his.
"Fuck— fine. You feel so fucking good, Kook. Please, just don't stop."
He doesn’t.
He kisses you hard and fast, and his fingers start again, slick and firm and relentless. Your body clenches around him and this time, you don’t even try to hold the sounds back. His name leaves your mouth like muscle memory, and he groans into your kiss, like he’s the one coming undone.
When you break the kiss to suck in air, he presses his forehead to yours, voice rough in your ear.
“That’s it. Let go for me.”
You do.
Your body arches, thighs trembling as the orgasm washes over you sharp and fast. Your fingers dig into his back, into his top, into anything that keeps you tethered.
He doesn’t stop until you’re gasping, twitching, pushing his hand away because you’re too sensitive now.
He pulls back finally, breath warm against your skin, his fingers wet. He looks at you, gaze heavy, lips parted.
Then, without a word, he brings his fingers to your mouth.
“Open,” he says, low and steady.
You blink at him, your body still humming, brain half-melted. “What—?”
He brushes two slick fingers against your bottom lip, and your mouth parts on instinct.
“You said no thank yous,” he says, smirking. “So this’ll do.”
You glare at him, but your lips close around his fingers anyway. He watches every second — the way your mouth wraps around them, the way your tongue slides against the pads. His expression flickers from cocky to wrecked.
“Shit,” he mutters, voice rough now, the smugness cracking around the edges.
You suck once, slow and purposeful, eyes locked on his, and he jerks slightly under you — hips twitching like your mouth is on him instead. When you pull off with a soft pop, your lips are swollen and wet.
“You said mutual help,” you murmur, breath still catching on the end of every word. “It’s your turn.”
He blinks, like he’s short-circuiting.
You slide off his lap slowly, hands dragging down his chest, and his breath catches when you settle between his legs on your knees. You palm him over his jeans, and he hisses, already hard under your touch.
“Fuck,” he mutters, head tipping back.
“You okay there?” you ask, voice sweet, taunting. “Or do you need me to go slower?”
He looks down at you, pupils blown, jaw clenched. “Don’t be a brat.”
You unbutton his jeans, real slow, enjoying the way he twitches under your hands. “No promises.”
You drag the zipper down, tugging his jeans and boxers low enough to free him. He’s flushed and heavy, tip already glistening, and you swear you see his hips flex at just the sight of your mouth this close.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You look way too good down there.”
You wrap your hand around his cock, giving one slow stroke, and he groans like it surprises him.
You start slow. Just your hand. Thumb brushing over the sensitive ridge under the head, watching his thighs tense beneath your touch. His head drops back against the couch cushion, and you feel the way his hips subtly shift toward you, like his body’s trying to chase more without him even realising it.
You lean in and lick a slow stripe from base to tip, tongue flat, deliberate. His breath catches — then shudders out of him like you’ve knocked the air from his lungs.
“Shit,” he mutters again, voice strained.
You hum like you agree, and wrap your lips around the head, just barely. You suck, not hard — just enough to make him twitch. Your hand works in tandem, slow, steady strokes, and your mouth follows, inching lower until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
He moans, raw and wrecked. “Fuck, baby—”
The pet name is barely more than a gasp, almost like it slipped out without permission. Your stomach flips at the sound it.
His voice borders on the line of sounding pathetic, and it makes you want to press your thighs together.
You fall into rhythm — your lips sliding over him, tongue pressed firm underneath, hand twisting where your mouth leaves off. Every now and then, you let yourself get sloppy. Let the sound of it echo between you, let him hear what he’s doing to you.
He’s falling apart above you. You can tell by the way his hand flexes and releases in your hair, the way his thighs tremble every time you sink a little deeper. He’s breathing hard now, jaw slack, eyes barely open. Watching you. Like he still can’t believe this is real.
“God, your mouth—” His voice cuts off into a moan when you swallow around him, deep and slow. "You're gonna be the death of me."
You pull off just long enough to breathe, lips slick, chin wet. “You deserve it.”
He laughs, but it breaks halfway through. Your hand doesn’t stop moving.
“You like watching me fall apart, huh?”
You look up through your lashes, tongue flicking over the head. “More than a little.”
You go back down — deeper this time — and he chokes on a groan. His hips jerk up too sharply and he curses, hands fisting hard in your hair.
“Shit— I’m—” He’s panting now, thighs shaking. “I’m not gonna last if you keep— fuck, don’t—”
You suck harder, then moan around him just to hear the sound he makes. It’s almost a whimper.
“Baby, stop— wait— fuck— please—”
You pull off with a wet pop just before he tips over the edge, lips red and swollen, saliva clinging to your chin. He’s barely keeping it together. Chest heaving, flushed to the neck, cock twitching where it rests against his stomach.
“You were right there,” you say, feigning innocence, voice soft and ruined.
“Exactly," he says, sitting up. "I'm not done with you yet."
He drags the fabric of his top over his head, tossing it aside without a second thought. The moment it’s off, your breath catches.
Fuck.
He’s all golden skin and sharp lines, chest heaving, abs flexing with every breath. His tattoos curl over his shoulder and down his arm, black ink stark against flushed skin. His cock’s still hard, flushed dark, resting against his stomach, twitching when he sees the way you’re looking at him.
And you — still kneeling between his legs — can’t look away.
Then you rise, shaky but determined, and pull your top over your head, letting it fall. His eyes snap to your chest, lips parting like he’s just been punched in the gut. You're movements are purposefully slow as you pull down your jeans, then your panties.
“Jesus,” he mutters, eyes dragging down your body. “You’re a fucking dream.”
You crawl back into his lap, your bare skin meeting his, and the contact makes both of you gasp. You straddle him, knees on either side of his thighs, and he groans the moment your heat presses against his cock.
He fumbles for a condom, pulling it out from an inner pocket in the jacket he’d draped onto the couch earlier.
You watch as he tears it open and rolls it on, fingers practiced but tense. You reach between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, and the second his tip slides against your soaked folds, his grip tightens on your hips.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice shaking.
You sink down slowly, inch by thick inch, and your nails bite into his shoulders as you stretch around him. He’s big — your pussy gripping him tight, wet and pulsing as he fills you up. Every nerve lights up, every breath gets harder to catch.
“Holy fuck—” His head drops to your chest, groaning against your skin. “You’re so tight. So fucking warm. Gonna make me lose it.”
You whimper as you bottom out, walls fluttering around him. You can feel every vein, every twitch. It’s almost too much. Almost.
But not enough.
You start to move — slow, dragging lifts of your hips, circling them on the way back down. He watches, hands clamped on your ass, guiding the grind of your body like he already knows how to make you fall apart again.
You ride him, pace picking up fast, desperate. Every time your hips drop, the base of his cock grinds against your clit, slick sounds filling the room with every slap of skin against skin. His cock hits deep, stretching you wide, and a moan passes your lips.
He groans are low and guttural, eyes locked to where your bodies meet. “Goddamn, baby. Watching you fuck yourself on my cock— shit— never gonna forget this.”
You’re panting now, thighs burning, rhythm faltering. You try to keep going, but your legs are shaking.
He notices.
Without a word, he shifts under you, plants his feet flat on the floor, and grabs your hips tight.
“Let me help you, yeah?”
You nod. “Please.”
He starts thrusting up into you.
You cry out, spine arching, hands flying to his shoulders to hold on as he fucks you from underneath, sharp and deep. His hips snap up into you, cock pressing into your sweet spot over and over again.
The new angle is obscene. Filthy.
“Fuck, Jungkook— holy shit—”
He smirks up at you, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “That’s it. Take it, baby. Look at you— so cockdrunk already.”
Your pussy clenches around him, soaked and messy, and the sound of it is downright pornographic. His balls slap against your ass with every brutal thrust, and you can’t even think anymore. Just feel.
Your head falls back, hips rocking with his. “W-we’re still best friends, right, Kook?”
His rhythm stutters, hips slamming up too hard, too deep, and his jaw drops slightly like he’s not sure if he actually heard you right. His pupils are blown, face flushed, and he stares at you like you just kicked the last brain cell out of his skull.
“What the fuck,” he pants. “You can’t say that. Not when I’m— fuck— inside you.”
You whimper, walls clenching around him like your body’s reacting to how wrecked he sounds.
“That’s so fucked up,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Say it again and I might actually come on the spot.”
You huff out a weak laugh at that, hands tangling in his hair, and he groans, fucking you harder, deeper — like he needs to wipe the thought of friendship off your brain with every snap of his hips.
“Y-Yeah,” you gasp. “So close, fuck— don’t stop—”
He doesn’t. One hand slips between your bodies, fingers rubbing tight, fast circles over your clit while he pounds into you. You sob his name, hips stuttering, body locking up.
“Come on,” he grits out. “Wanna feel you squeeze me.”
That’s all it takes.
You break with a cry, body clamping down around him as your orgasm hits like a fucking freight train. Your pussy pulses around his cock, milking him, soaking him, your whole body shuddering with the force of it.
He slows just a little — just enough to let you ride it out — but he doesn’t pull out. He’s still hard inside you, jaw tight, eyes blown wide.
You collapse forward, panting into his neck, spent.
His hands slide down your spine, warm and possessive. “You good?”
You nod, still breathless. “Yeah. Jesus.”
"Good." He swiftly lifts you off him just enough to slip out, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness. But he doesn’t give you time to think.
He shifts, guiding you onto your back, his body following yours down to the couch. His hands frame your face as he settles between your legs, and when he presses back into you — thick and hard.
His eyes roam over you like he’s never seen anything more obscene or more beautiful. Your lips are swollen, parted in a messy moan. There’s a faint smudge of mascara under one eye from when you’d cried out his name, and your skin’s glowing — sweaty, flushed, wrecked.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he says, voice gone rough. “All fucked out for me.”
You pull him down into a kiss before you can think. It’s open-mouthed, greedy, teeth clashing a little. His hips start to move again, slow at first — long, deep thrusts that make your breath catch every time he bottoms out.
You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. His chest brushes yours, sticky skin against sticky skin, and your nails rake down his back.
He gasps into your mouth. “Fuck—”
“More,” you breathe, nails dragging again, leaving angry red lines down the muscle of his back. “Please.”
His hips snap harder, pace picking up again. He braces one hand beside your head and the other slides up your thigh, gripping tight enough to bruise. Your body rocks with every thrust, his cock slamming into you, the slap of his hips against yours louder now.
“You feel that?” he grits out, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “How tight you are around me? Fuck— I’m so deep, baby, you’re taking me so fucking good.”
You moan loud at his words, head falling back against the cushions.
He kisses down your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast — open-mouthed, wet kisses that make your skin burn. Then he’s back at your mouth, kissing you like it’s the only way he knows how to breathe.
He watches you with the kind of hunger that makes your stomach flip, watching how your brows pinch, how your mouth trembles, how you twitch around him with every stroke like you’re on the edge all over again.
And fuck, you are.
“Touch me,” you gasp, voice raw. “Kook, please—”
His fingers snake down your stomach, rubbing tight, perfect circles against your clit, synced with the rhythm of his thrusts. You cry out, thighs shaking around his waist, and he just watches — eyes dark and wild, like he can’t believe what he’s doing to you.
You clench hard around him, and he curses, slamming into you deeper, grinding at the end of each stroke.
“Gonna come again?” he pants. “Wanna come on my cock like that, baby? Let me feel you soak me?”
You’re nodding before he finishes, tears prickling in your eyes from how fucking intense it is. “Yes— yes, fuck, don’t stop—”
He kisses you as you fall apart — moaning into your mouth, swallowing every sound. You come again, whole body seizing around him. Your nails dig in, and he hisses at the pain, thrusting through it, fucking you right through the high.
When it ebbs, your body goes limp under him, chest heaving, lips swollen, slick dripping between your thighs.
Jungkook fucks into you again — slow, deep, like he’s trying to memorise the feel of you pulsing around him. His breath stutters, muscles drawn tight, every thrust rougher than the last.
“I’m not gonna last,” he pants, voice wrecked.
You bring your hands up to his hair, lightly tugging at his locks as you whisper, “Wanna feel you.”
He chokes on a moan, slamming into you one final time as he comes hard, cock twitching deep inside as he fills the condom.
His arms shake, muscles locked tight, and his face is buried in your neck as he rides it out, breath ragged, skin flushed and burning. You feel every pulse of it, every tremble in his frame, and all you can do is hold him there — legs wrapped tight around his waist, arms tangled around his shoulders, your nails still leaving stinging trails across his skin.
He presses kisses against your neck and jaw, eventually trailing up to your lips before pulling back to just look at you.
"I— you're perfect."
You smile, a familiar warmth enveloping your cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, you can stop with the flattery."
But he doesn’t smile back right away. He just watches you, quiet. Like he’s still catching up to the weight of what just happened. What’s still happening.
His hand drifts to your waist, thumb brushing lazily over your damp skin. “Let me run you a bath.”
You blink. “A bath?”
He nods, lips brushing your temple. “Yeah. You’re shaky. And I kinda wrecked you.”
You snort, catching the smugness in his voice. “What happened to, ‘Shit, baby, if you don’t stop I’m gonna come down your throat’?”
He groans, laughing. “Okay, first of all— rude. Second, I don’t sound like that.”
“Mm, you definitely do.”
He pinches your side lightly. “Keep talking, I’ll re-enact it right now.”
You shut up. But you’re smiling.
He stands a moment later, disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the water running, the soft clatter of bottles, his voice humming something low and familiar.
When he comes back, he tosses you a towel and holds out a hand, that same easy smile on his face. The one you’ve known forever. The one that makes everything feel… normal.
Even now.
You lace your fingers with his, let him pull you up.
Your legs are jelly. His hand doesn’t let go.
And as you follow him into the bathroom, skin still marked by his touch, lips still swollen from his kiss, a quiet thought flickers at the edge of your mind.
You guys were still best friends.
Right?
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Jungkook hangs out with ARMYs again by doing a live show on Weverse like he usually does. However, something’s off about him today.. Like he can’t speak very well. You knew why. Only you and Jungkook knew why.
ᝰ pairings ➜ idol!jungkook x fem!reader
ᝰ words ➜ 2.3k
ᝰ tags & warnings ➜ bts dorm era, secret relationship, mentions of sexual content, drabble, explicit content, pwp, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), dirty talk, mini oneshot, squirting, surprise at the end
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The dorm was quiet. You had your phone in your hand, scrolling boringly on Tiktok. Edits of Jungkook commonly appear on your for you page. You had your feet crossed, laid comfortably on his bed. Jungkook’s bed.
And Jungkook? He was there on his desk, talking to ARMYs on his Weverse live. He made sure the camera could only see him. He made sure you weren’t visible. Not even a little bit. He was extra careful, especially with how much your outfit looked.
You were wearing his shirt, with nothing underneath. It bothered him. Seeing you with just his shirt on and with nothing underneath made him hard. So in order to get rid of his angry evident bulge, he went live to distract himself from looking at you.
It seemed to have worked, considering how relaxed he looked now. He seemed tense earlier.
—
“Koo, can I borrow one of your shirts?” You turned to him while putting your bag down. He looked at you before nodding. “Of course baby, take whatever you need in my drawer.” He replied.
So you did. You took one of his plain white shirts. But you didn’t wear anything underneath, just to test him.
Once you had changed, you asked him. “Baby, is this okay?” You looked down, pulling the hem of the shirt a bit to show him. When you looked at him, he had nothing but a surprised—very surprised—look on his face. You tried to read his expression. But it was obviously too easy to read.
He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down. Checking you out. You looked at his eyes and realized it seemed to be filled with desire. Dark, bad desire. As if it was hunger.
“Yeah.. you look beautiful baby.” Was all he replied before awkwardly turning to his computer.
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With how bored you were, you stopped scrolling on your phone. Putting it down on the nightstand, charging it. You just looked at him, started watching him. He read comments on his live, oblivious to the stare behind his back.
So, you got an idea.
You quietly, carefully, got off the bed. Crawled to him and sat underneath his desk. Careful to not let him catch you. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, he was too busy looking at comments so he didn’t know what you were planning to do. Not until he felt your hand on the hem of his shorts.
He looked down at you with wide eyes, eyes asking what the hell were you doing. You just grinned, putting a finger to your lips. Indicating for him to stay quiet. Before you can let him react, you’ve already pulled his shorts down. All that’s left is his boxers, and apparently his still raging bulge.
He never calmed down.. You thought. He looked back up to the camera, he saw comments asking him about what he was looking at. He quickly explained that it was just a little bug that he thought he felt.
You can see that he gulped when you started touching his hard rock bulge. He was tense. Obviously more tense with your hand on his clothed dick. You bit your lip, thinking of your next move. Without hesitation, you licked his bulge. The action surprised him. Immediately reacting with a small gasp.
“Everyone, I’m sorry I think I have hiccups.” He said almost immediately to avoid suspicion. You smiled at his lie, licking more and more. He was biting his lip, he tried reading comments but he couldn’t.
You pulled his boxers down, his cock springing up promptly. He softly hissed from the friction, and the cold breeze that surrounded it all of a sudden. You held it with your hand, examining how rosy the tip looked. You looked up at him, he had his mouth a bit open. His hand covered the bottom portion of his face so it wouldn’t be obvious to his fans.
While looking up at him, you took the tip in your mouth. Licking it intensely, playing with it as if it was a lollipop. He tried so hard to stop himself from moaning. But you can tell how his breathing quickened. He was breathless, to be exact. You quietly groaned, liking how he was struggling because of you.
He closed his eyes for a bit, your groans sent vibrations to his dick. Unfortunately turning him on even more. With his reaction, you took him completely inside of your mouth. His eyebrows furrowed, head down low. Not even looking back at the camera.
You sucked him off, sending pleasure all over him. He looked down at you and gripped on your hair with his free hand. He started guiding your head, bucking his hips up a little bit just so he could go deeper inside.
He slipped out a moan by mistake, coughing after in an instant. He looked back at the camera, licking his lips before speaking.
“ARMY, you won’t be mad if I leave a bit early tonight right?” He asked, smiling sweetly and apologetically at the camera. “I’m having a bit of a headache right now. I’m sorry everyone.” After saying his reason, he pushes up into your mouth again, completely catching you off guard. His hand was gripping your hair harder than he did before. He pushed your head down, as if telling you to take it all in.
After reading comments telling him that it’s okay to go, wishing for him to get well soon, and fans asking him that he should get some rest, he says goodbye to his fans and ends the live show.
Oh he’ll get some rest, for sure.
He looked down on you, pulling your head back and off his now wet dick. “Couldn’t wait, huh?” His eyes were dark, taunting. “You wore my shirt without wearing anything else underneath on purpose, too.”
“Wanted to test you.. see what you’d do.” You smirked at him, licking your lips. You loved provoking him. He scoffs, pushing his cock inside again. And you just took it all in.
“Fucking slut.” He groaned, “That’s what you are, right? A fucking slut. My slut. My whore.” He started fucking your mouth. Tears were brimming in your eyes but you didn’t care. He didn’t care either. “You think you deserve this cock huh? You think you can play with it anytime you want?”
You moaned, brows furrowed from his dick reaching the back of your throat. He growled, mumbling incoherent cusses. You’ve seen him lose control, but this hits differently. As if your actions tonight were enough for him to completely snap.
“Shit baby.. your mouth feels amazing.” Jungkook grins down at you, fucking relentlessly. “You probably got turned on knowing I couldn’t talk to you like this in front of the camera. In front of my damn fans.” His hips stutter, but his pace never stops. A few more thrusts and he’ll release in your mouth soon enough.
“You like being in control, don’t you?” He taunts. You moaned long, enough to make him groan out loud. Enough to make him cum inside your mouth. “Fuck..” he sighs.
You pulled away, swallowing his cum inside your mouth. He wipes the edge of your lip, smirking. “Knew you were a fucking freak, baby. Swallowing my cum like the thirsty slut that you are.” He stood up, pulling you up and carrying you with no difficulty. He laid you down on his bed, taking his shirt off to reveal his crazy muscular body.
“Jungkook..” you shyly called out. His hands roamed all over your body, looking at you with his lustful eyes. “Hmm?” He replied. You reach out to his shoulders as he moves on top of you. Completely trapping you.
“Please,” you pleaded. “I need you. So bad.” You looked up to him, panting a bit. “You don’t know how bad I fucking need you too, Y/N.” He went down to your neck, sucking dearly as if he was a vampire. You felt his teeth sinking into your skin. That’s how you knew—Jungkook was marking you.
He moves down more, kissing all over you even if you still had his shirt on. Hands still roaming, cupping your breasts, gripping your waist. He was touchy and you loved it. Until he stops just between your inner thighs.
“Baby, look at you..” He starts off, admiring your cunt. “So fucking wet for me.” You squirmed. Feeling his hot breath ghosting over your glistening pussy. You felt shy, even though he has seen you numerous times.
He carefully licks a long stripe of your folds, slowly and teasingly. “Koo please—your mouth, do something.” You cried out. He hushes you, “Be patient, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”
And he does. He slides two fingers in, fucking you with his fingers. As he did, he plays with your clit. Licking it playfully.
“Ah! Kook—!” You moaned blissfully, although not too loud. Wary of his other members hearing you. However, Jungkook continues abusing your cunt. Absolutely making you feel the pleasure. You felt dazed, grabbing his hair and grabbing the sheets. Your eyes were closed from time to time, but still open them enough to see him literally devouring you.
It doesn’t take long for you to cum, you didn’t even have the chance to warn him. “Jungkook—ngh..” You sighed out. He stays quiet for a moment. You wonder why he’s quiet, so you look at him. And his mouth was wet, his face in shock. “Baby? Why?” You asked, worried.
He looks at you, “Y/N you just.. squirted.” He explained. And now it was your turn to be in shock. Flush of rosy colors immediately covers your cheeks. You couldn’t believe it too. You squirted?!
And Jungkook? He just giggles. Evil thoughts were coherent through his small laugh. “You can do that again, right?” He smirked, moving on top of you again. His cock lingering too close to your cunt. “I—I don’t know.. that was the first.” You replied, looking up at him. For a second, your eyes looked at his cock, and it was hard. Again.
“You’ll do it. Around my dick this time.” With no warning, he pushed inside of you. “Jungkook!” You arched your back, filling absolutely full because of him. Jungkook leans into your ear and whispers “Be quiet. A member might walk in.” He pulls out a bit. You nodded at his words.
But when he slams into you hard and deep, you couldn’t help but moan so loud. Too loud. And Jungkook doesn’t stop there. He fucks you fast, pounding into you over and over again. His pace was steady, and you couldn’t stop moaning. He kissed you to shut your moans up. However it was only little help as you kept moaning into the kiss.
He pulls away, putting your arms above your head. Trapping it with one hand, the other hand gripping your waist. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He groans.
“Maybe I should go back to ARMY, show them what I’m doing right now, hm?” He suggests. And that absolutely makes you moan more. You couldn’t do anything but moan, whine his name all the time. “We should set up the camera. Show the fans how slutty you look right now. Show the world how much of a fucking whore you are for my cock.”
He continues. You kept babbling incoherent words and cusses, begging for nothing. “Please please please—“ He chuckled. Seeing you helpless below him turned him on too much. “Please—Koo, gonna cum” you pleaded.
“Gonna cum hm? You like having my cock in you so much?” He questions, still fucking you like a beast. “Come on baby, cum all over my dick.”
And you do. You released, arching your back. And he felt it. But he didn’t stop chasing his high, his hips didn’t stop moving. He lets go of your arms that were pinned above your head. Gripping the sheets beside you instead as he fucks into you.
You can tell he was losing focus, heat and lust overwhelming him and his speedy thrusts. To let him forget everything, you pushed him deeper using your hands that were almost stuck to his back. With the way you pushed him deeper, he swore he just saw stars fly out of his eyes for the first time. It felt so good. Too good.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He moans. You whimpered, scratching his back. “Inside. Do it inside.” With your words, he miraculously fucks you faster, deeper, and harder.
His brows are furrowed, too turned on. Looking down at you. “Want me to fill you up huh? Shit.” He throws his head back from the scratching you did. Your insides were all hot and you were clenching down on his dick. “Gonna cum, baby. Fucking take it—take it like the good fucking girl you are.”
Before you know it, he slams his cum into you. Absolutely filling you up to the brim. He groans, hands still gripping the sheets of his bed. And when you both chase down from the high, he pulls out and plops beside you. Pulling you close.
“Koo I’m all sticky” you complained flatly. But he doesn’t care. “I’ll clean us up a bit later, just let me hold you close for a little while. You smell good.”
“I’m reeking the stench of your cum baby, how do I smell good?” You both giggled. “You still smell good, especially because you reek of sex.” He grinned. And you playfully smack his shoulders. But you still hold him close nonetheless.
—
On the other hand, inside the next room—Taehyung was awake. And with his hand inside his pants, gripping his painfully hard dick, he chases his own high. He had just listened to the both of you having sex, it shouldn’t have had turned him on. But it did.
author’s notes 𖤝 i haven’t written in YEARS so forgive my smut writing skills 🙏🏻 also this hasn’t been proofread but i swear i will !! 👻 hope you enjoyed this <3 feel free to leave recs !
synopsis: going to the beach won’t stop you and your needy boyfriend from having some summer fun.. warnings: 18+ mdni, size difference, pwp, clit/nipple play, semi public sex, ‘good girl’, unprotected sex (don’t), nsfw, soft dom!jjk (no rough sex/ daddy kink!)
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‘Be quiet baby or someone is going to hear us’ Jungkook murmurs as you whimper his name when you fully sink down on his cock. Although you highly doubt if the small tent will hide all your noises you bite your lip trying to mute your moans.
Jungkook’s hands find your hips as you begin to ride him, whimpering as it hurts since you’re not fully used to his size yet. ‘Are you okay love?’ He murmurs as he notices you struggling to fully take his length, he pressed soft kisses along your jaw while rubbing soothing circles on your back.
‘Mhm I can take it’ you manage to say as you take a deep breath lifting your hips and sinking back down slowly making your eyes roll back in pleasure, causing Jungkook to loudly groan as he lays back letting you ride him.
‘Ah kook.. you’re so big..’ you whimper as you find yourself bouncing up and down his girthy cock. ‘Mhm you can take it, just be a good girl and bounce up and down for me can you do that?’ He murmurs as his lips find your right nipple, his tongue lapping circles around your areola as he fully takes the peak of your breast into his mouth. Biting it softly and then soothing it with his wet tongue causing you to sigh in pleasure. His other hand finds your left tit, he lightly squeezes it as he rolls the hard peak between his fingers. Giving both your tits attention he switches to sucking your left boob, also lightly biting it causing you too whimper his name uncontrollably.
‘Kook.. I’m close-‘ you whimper as the double stimulation is making you go insane, you feel a familiar coil in your stomach as he keeps on hitting your g-spot with each of his deep thrusts. your body running out of energy. Jungkook immediately notices as he rolls you onto your back, he hovers on top of you as he sucks hickeys on your neck, leaving a mark to make sure you remember him the next day.
He now thrusts into you from a deeper angle causing you too moan loudly. He slowly sucks a hickey right under your pulse point causing you too cry out in pleasure, the teasing being too much. He quickly stuffs two fingers into your mouth muffling your sounds, wanting to avoid getting heard by other visitors on the beach. ‘Mhm be a good girl and suck on my fingers’ he groans as you eagerly suck on his pointer and middle finger. Your orgasm building up as you clench around his hard cock.
He then soothingly presses wet sloppy kisses over his hickeys knowing they sting from the soft biting. You dig your nails in his back leaving red marks as you are on the verge of cumming.
‘Are you close baby’ he asks noticing how you continuously clench your gummy walls around his cock, your only answer being a weak whimper. He releases his fingers from your mouth capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he speeds up his pace, also chasing his own release.
He starts circling your puffy and neglected bundle of nerves in quick circles as your orgasm crashes over you like a truck, your vision turning black for a second as he burries his face in your neck painting your walls white with his hot seed. You squirt on his cock, your mixture of arousal and his cum leaking onto your towel as you breathe heavily.
‘Mhm good girl take all my cum’ he groans as he falls limp onto your body pressing soft kisses all over your face. ‘You did so good baby, squirting all over my cock’ he praises as he pulls his cock out of your leaking hole with a small plop, causing you to pout as your hole is left empty. He rolls onto his back pulling you on top of him, making sure to not touch your oversensitive clit or pussy. ‘Thank you baby’ he coos as you relax against his toned chest tracing his tattoos with your finger.
‘Mhm love you koo’ you whisper as you press a soft kiss to the mole under his lips.
‘I love you more pretty’ he murmurs as you close your eyes and melt into his touch.
He is yours, forever.
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when it comes to love, she could be an all-nighter (nuts, pt 1) | k.nj
idol! namjoon x fem non-celeb! reader
ᝰ nuts masterlist
rating/genre: slight? age gap (reader is 22, namjoon is 31), located on the las vegas strip, angst, fluff, idol namjoon x non celebrity reader, reader doesn't know who he is, confident!bold reader, joon is very dominant and possessive (and lowkey a whore), nicknames, porn with some plot
summary: reader has NO IDEA who namjoon is. during a late night on the vegas strip, a stressed namjoon goes to his hotels rooftop, only to find a girl smoking a cigarette there. he asks her for one and the rest is history.
warnings: sexual themes, explicit & descriptive smut MINORS DNI 18+ hard dom namjoon, age gap & size kink, public sex, unprotected sex, soo much dirty talk, cigarettes and drinking, shotgunning, edging/teasing, fingering, oral, cowgirl, missionary, like a lot of positions actually
word count: 3.8k
this is who nuts was written about, iykyk
i’m on some random resorts rooftop, wine drunk, smoking a cigarette. just like the hangover, which I’ve watched a billion times.
the wine is sweet, most importantly cheap. my motto is all alcohol gets you to the same place.
i’m zoning out looking at the view when the door to the rooftop clicks open, i freeze, maybe someone found out im not supposed to be here. i don’t dare turn around but instead smoke my cigarette a little faster.
i hear it slam shut, footsteps making its way to where i am. i really hope i don’t have to throw this cigarette away if i get kicked out.
“can i have one?”
i turn to the voice that said that and sigh in relief that it’s not someone trying to get me out of here
“they’re 305s is that alright?”
“as long as it’s a cigarette”
this guy knows what’s up
i give him one and light it up for him
“i like 305s better than american spirits, which is apparently a controversial opinion according to any of my friends or the widespread public. but i just think american spirits are way too strong” i yap and yap and yap
“i actually don’t even know what any of that means. i’ve never had anything but korean cigarettes” he says
“oh, are you korean?”
he hesitates for a moment before replying “yeah”
“i’ve never had korean cigarettes and this is your first american one, guess you owe me one now”
he looks at the ground before saying “i like this one”
he’s being so dry but i guess that’s how people are. i have no filter, or shame for that matter, so i really just talk anyone’s ears off, even if they seem like they don’t want anything to do with me.
i take another swig of my wine, half the bottles already gone
i’m not quite sure why he’s still standing next to me if he doesn’t want to entertain a conversation, but i still need entertainment so i keep talking, “so are you like from korea, like living here or do you still live there?”
“i still live there, im just here…” he takes a drag slowly and blows it out before continuing, “…on business”
he turns his whole body, which was previously preoccupied with looking at the view, to look at me, “what are you doing in vegas?”
i turn too, “the wind blew me here”
i can’t help but notice how tall he is, and how his dimples are so evident even though he’s far, far away from smiling
at this point i’m tingly and smiley from the wine and previous drinks i had. im sure i look somewhat like a whore right now, wearing a backless halter dress, it’s silver and has some sparkle to it. the hoop earrings paired with the fact that i’m leaning into a cute stranger with a half empty bottle of wine in my hands ties everything together
“do you want some? rude of me not to even ask” i giggle while handing him the bottle and he very unexpectedly smiles at me and i get to see what his dimples actually look like
he takes the bottle from my hand and chugs a good amount of it
i hope this will make him less stressed out
“wow that wine is terrible” he says, “but i liked it”
i laugh and press my body on the wall, enjoying how cold it still feels, “yupppp, cheap wine”
“how old even are you?” he asks
“twenty two, what about you? i reply
“thirty one”
“we got an old man over here”
i laugh but he doesn’t
he stays looking at me with a look i can’t quite place. i know when guys wanna fuck me and i know when they hate me, but the way he’s looking at me is somewhere in between or maybe not even on that chart at all
i get annoyed trying to figure it out so leave to sit down on the outdoor couch
and for some reason he follows me there,
then sits down too close next to me,
then i make up some lame excuse how i need to stretch out my legs just so i could put them over his lap
for a split second i think i must be making him uncomfortable and i move to get my legs off his lap,
but then his hands are pushing me back then and one of them is a little too high up in between my thighs
it really feels like we’re just an adventurous couple, out in vegas, but i actually don’t even know his name
“i’ve had a day” he says
“i could tell”
“damn, was i that obvious?”
“you weren’t friendly at first, i’ll tell you that” i answer, “but now you’re getting real friendly”
his hand squeezes around my thigh when i say that,
“where are you going dressed like that?” he asks
“well, i was planning on going to the club next to ceasers palace but i just wanted to pregame a little before i went…” i pause and trace his bicep, “…but now im not sure i’ll even make it there”
i’m not sure he’s picking up on the hints im dropping at him. i don’t usually hook up with random strangers but it might seem like i do to him, i mean after all he doesn’t know me and i don’t know him. for all he knows im fucking everyone i come across.
i get a little insecure about this, so i take my legs off of his lap and pull my knees to my chest
but that only makes it worse because im wearing a dress.
out of frustration of how i might be perceived i say “i dont usually get that close with people i just met by the way,”
i look at him in the eyes to make sure hes listening to me
“never thought you did, princess”
my face rests my knees, i keep looking at him and he keeps looking at me,
then his hand travels to my bare back and traces up my spine
surprisingly, i don’t shiver. we just keep looking at each other
he’s so… large
like in a man way, he’s tall and he’s buff and if he was my boyfriend i know id never have to worry about anything ever again, because he’d be there to guide me through the crowds and open all the doors
and fuck me properly
but i’m getting way ahead of myself here and before i can really start to daydream about the man right in front of me he mumbles
“today was rough, you were right”
“tell me more” i reply
“just some bullshit with… weird people. my job isn’t difficult in the traditional way but in other aspects, it’s the most complicated one out there”
i want to ask him what he does but i figured if he wanted to tell me he would’ve by now
“but that’s enough on my part, what’s going on with you?” he continues
you’d think were old friends catching up with the way he said that
“you know, just the usual, kids and the husband” i reply sarcastically, knowing i’m so far away from having either
he gets the joke, thankfully, and laughs
his voice gets deeper and it hits me like a brick when he says “i miss your legs on my lap, get back over here”
-
after my whole bottle was drank, me and this cute stranger are talking about our whole lives
he tells me how he learned english with the tv show friends, i tell him how ive never watched it
“what? how have you never watched friends? it’s like more famous than jesus himself”
i giggle and say “yeah but that’s worse than not even knowing what sex and the city is!”
he shakes his head while laughing, we’re both wine drunk and it’s the best feeling ever
i bring another cigarette to my lips and as im fiddling with the lighter he pauses me and lights mine with his
“i didn’t even know you could do that”
he smokes the last of his before putting it out and saying “you know what else you can do?”
“what else can i do”
he takes my freshly lit cigarette, inhales a long drag, grabs my face and blows the smoke into my mouth
i’m only shocked for a second before i snap back
“oh but you know what else i can do?”
“what else can you do?” he replies
i take a drag from the cigarette between his fingers, blow the smoke on his neck, then suck the little vein that goes along it
“i’m seeing a lot of things you can do…” he says, “…but i think you need to see what i can do”
“hmm, okay cute stranger, and what’s that?”
he gives me back my cigarette and slides his hand up my thigh, higher and higher until i break eye contact
i really don’t regret being so bold when we first sat on this couch
“tell me about the last guy that made you come”
i look up at him again, “really good, he was tall… i really love tall. he fucked me really good too”
i know most girls couldn’t say great things about their sex lives, but i somehow got lucky to have had all the guys i’ve slept with cared about getting me off
his hand kept going higher
“he knew what he was doing, he treated me really well… knew every last inch of my bo-“
i get cut off by him pulling my thong to the side and running his fingers up my cunt
“cmon princess, keep talking”
well now i fucking can’t
he’s rubbing his fingers on me so good i can’t even think
i open my legs a little more out of pure desperation, lifting my hips up so he can get the signal to take my panties off
but he doesn’t, in fact he stops all together. and just as i’m about to get mad at him he takes my hand and stands up, leading me back to the wall we met at
he places me with my back against it, gets on his knees and lifts up my dress, hooking his fingers on the sides of my thong and slowly, so fucking slowly, pulling it down
i could genuinely drool at the sight of him on his knees
he grabs the back of my knee and swings my leg over his shoulder and kisses my inner thighs, over and over
i let out a shaky whine when his tongue is finally on my clit, my hands instinctively tangle in his hair and my legs feel weak
but he’s there holding me up
his tongue feels so good, he’s really taking his time with me despite the fact anyone could walk through that door
he’s alternating between flexing and flattening his tongue. it all feels so good and then he adds two fingers and i lose it
the wine drunk part of me is a whining (no pun intended) mess, but the wine drunk part of me is all of me right now
“my legs are so weak i don’t know if i can stand up with you making me feel this good” i say
“hm, can’t handle my tongue on your pussy?” he mumbles against me and i whimper
“shut the fuck up, you’re so cocky…” i say, “i can handle it”
he stops what he was doing so fast and stands up, “who do you think you’re talking to like that you stupid fucking whore”
i’m looking up at him, both angry and turned on, he’s so tall and big he blocks everything else so all i can feel and see is him
“good girls stay quiet and let their man make them feel good,” he says while sliding his fingers inside of me once again
i’m out of breath by how good his fingers feel in me, everything he’s doing is so good,
but i’m a brat so i say “my man? i don’t even know your name”
he keeps pulling his fingers in and out of me, staying so close to me i can feel his heartbeat
it turns me on how much taller than me he is
his fingers slide out of me to softly tap at my clit
“i don’t usually do this either, but do you want to go to my room?”
i force myself to make eye contact with him then get on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear “only if you promise i won’t be able to walk tomorrow”
just like that my legs are around his waist, we’re making out and he’s fumbling for the card to his room, mumbling something like “it was just in my pocket” before finding it
when he finally unlocks the door, he puts me down on the desk, my panties are somewhere but i’m not quite sure where
i reach to take off his belt and he tries doing it himself but i slap his hand away, “nuh uh, let me take it off”
“you’re such a brat” he replies
“weren’t you just calling me a princess?”
“most princesses are brats, you’re proving me right”
his belt is in off and in my hand and i jokingly slap it on the desk, he smiles and tells me he’s going to ruin me tonight
i push him back until his knees hit the bed and im on top of him, im straddling his hips while my hands are going up his shirt.
his hands are all over me, bunching the dress above my hips, going under it and squeezing my nipples
“oh fuck, ohmyfuckinggod” i moan
“you like that, huh?”
i nod rapidly, my nipples have always been sensitive. he flips me over, concerningly easily, so he’s on top.
if i didn’t have a weird sense of trust with him i would be concerned about his ability to hurt me. but that turned me on in a way, i knew he was never going to lay a hand on me in a harmful way.
he was here to make me feel good, and i could tell he needed to fuck
“let’s see how pretty your whimpers can get princess”
he bites down on my nipple so softly, yet it makes me feel everything. my moans have never been loud or over the top, the expectation for good sex is loud pornographic moaning but that’s just not true, and he got that so well. he knew how to get genuine sounds out of me, the kind of moan that’s a whimper because of how good it feels.
“can you please please please put your dick inside of me already?”
“since you asked so nicely”
he starts talking his pants off in front of me, i get on my knees on the bed and let him slide my dress off. now he’s just in his boxers and i’m so wet. i rub him through the fabric, he feels painfully hard, like i’ve never felt a dick be this hard before.
“you’re so hard for me”
“i’ve been wanting to feel you around me ever since you lit up my cigarette”
“hm, so like four hours ago?”
he responds by taking off his boxers
wow
how is that going to fit in me?
two of his fingers already made me lose my train of thought… this is going to break me in half
“you’re fucking huge, holy shit…” i say “…my pussys tight, you’re gonna break me”
then he lets out the darkest laugh i’ve ever heard, my core tightened at it and every sense i had tingled
maybe i wanted him to break me
“guess ill just have to fuck you nice n’ slow princess” he says while guiding me back on the bed. he gets on top of me again and rubs his tip against me, i gasp because this man has been teasing me for hours now and i’m so turned on and i need him to ruin me.
“nice n’ slow? maybe in the morning… but right now, tonight, i need you to fuck me properly” i say, not daring to break eye contact with him
he stops, breathing shortening
“i don’t need you to be polite. i need my pussy to be ruined, i need you to be rough. bruise me, choke me, use me. pound into me”
he still isn’t moving, it’s like i’ve short circuited the mother board
“you don’t know how bad i needed to hear that”
it’s truly beautiful when two people have sexual chemistry. when you both want and are into the same things
but what’s even more beautiful is when a girl needs to get pounded into the mattress and a boy needs to pound a girl into said mattress. when a girl is stressed and a boy is also stressed, so he eats her out. when a boy is stressed so he needs to ruin her.
when a random stranger meets a bold girl on a rooftop that she’s not supposed to be at and feels his heart strings get tugged at.
“i’m gonna fuck you so good princess”
and that begins it, he’s pushing into me and i didn’t think i could’ve taken him but i’m so wet that it slides in. it fills me up and i gasp when his tip went in me, and again when he bottomed out.
“fuck, your dick is massive. how do you walk around with that thing on you?”
he giggles and rubs my clit to alleviate the pressure, i keep talking like a broken record
“no wonder you were stressed out, you’re so hard i can’t imagine how frustrating that is”
“your pussys doing me good”
i smile and reach around his back, raking my nails along it, he groans. he feels so good inside of me
“alright now fuck me like you need me”
all the sudden i’m flipped on my back, arched like a cat, and he’s fucking me relentlessly. pounding into me just like i needed him to, just like he needed to.
“you’re so good to me” i whimper out
my face against the pillow, him pinning my wrists against my back, my head almost hitting the headboard. his large, tall frame hovering over me.
“such a pretty fuckin girl, wish i could take you with me everywhere.” he holds my wrists with one hand so he can lean over me and grab my face, he grabs it so hard i’m sure i’ll feel the ache in my jaw days from now.
“open your mouth”
i obey, i open my mouth and he spits in it.
i feel so filthy doing this with someone i met just a few hours ago, but at the same time it felt like i’ve known him for longer. he had a weird reserved demeanor to him, but maybe that was shyness. whatever it was, i feel like it was being uncovered now.
he reaches over to my nipples and rolls one between his fingers, it feels so amazing and all the senses are getting to me. at this point i’m on my hands fucking myself into him. his arms wrap around my waist, i can feel myself close.
his grunts start getting stronger, his thrusts are deeper, and he spills inside of me.
“oh fuck, princess. you’re so good, pussy so good. sorry i came inside you, couldn’t help it, you felt so good”
he slowly thrusts, fucking his load into me so none spills out
by the way he was fucking me, i don’t think he could be reserved about his life after this. he sure as hell deserved something from me after making me feel that good. i turn to face him and say, “let me ride you”
he smirks, looking at me up and down. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you”
i roll my eyes, “sit down, back on the headboard”
“you gonna bounce on me good?”
“don’t fall in love”
i slide down on him, back facing him, hands on his thighs so i can move deeper and faster. this angle is even better, i feel so full.
his hands are holding onto my hips so hard i’m sure ill wake up with a bruise. i just hope ill wake up with a bruise next to him.
“you’re trying to top even when i’m riding you” i turn as much as i can to face him
“what do you mean?” he replies
“i mean that your hands are gripping me so hard if i ever walk out of this room with you and people see us they’ll know i’m yours”
i feel his dick twitch inside of me when i said that
“guess i better bruise you up good then…” he kisses my back, “…so everyone knows you’re mine”
hmm, not so fast. i hop off his dick and say “they need to know you’re mine too”
i turn to face him and sink back into his dick. this new position is really intimate, my chest is fully pressed to his, my arms are around him and his around me.
i stay still for a second before kissing him. all of this feels so real all the sudden. he deepens the kiss that i initiated and intertwines his hand with mine.
i start bouncing again, letting go of his hand and wrapping my arms around his neck. his hands roaming up and down my sides, over my thighs and hips.
we’re tangled up in each other like we’ve never spent a day apart, he’s grunting like we do this every night.
but i know that after this we won’t ever see each other again.
“such a pretty girl bouncing on me” he breathes out
“yeah i’m a fuckin pro rider”
he rubs me the right way and i squeeze around him with a moan, he cums inside of me again
-
“you know i don’t even really like the west coast that much” i say, “i mean i love las vegas, genuinely, but id rather be in new york”
we’re on his rooms balcony, smoking while watching the sunrise. we haven’t slept and we’re both so tired but somehow both still up, just to talk to each other.
“you really need to watch friends, if you love new york you’ll love that show” he replies
his hand has been rubbing circles on my inner thigh, but not in a sexual way; something deeper and softer. so intimate, like we’ve been together forever.
“i’ll watch it” i want to say i’ll watch it for you, i’ll tell you how i like it, but something about knowing him after this feels forbidden.
i don’t know his name and he doesn’t know mine either, i think that’s the way it’s meant to be.
what i’ve learned in my twenty two years of life is that some things need to be left alone, even when it’s bothering you at your core.
even when a hot stranger is making you feel things deeper than you’ve ever felt and you think you could really love him, sometimes you need to let go.
“lets go to sleep, princess”
“let’s go”
a/n : i hope u guys liked this, it's my first bts fic ever and it was inspired by an actual situation that happened to me... LOL!
let me know if you want an epilogue, it'll be heartbreaking and oh so angsty but i'll provide if that's what the public wants.
xoxo, love yall
a/n #2 : uploaded the epilogue… :3
a/n #3 : guys it’s a series now. the master list is pinned on my page ;)
the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.
after jungkook’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.
“such a pretty slut for me.”
his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.
still holding his length, jungkook swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops his balls further into your gob.
he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.
“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”
jungkook’s sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.
the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb. your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves himself as far as he can, the corners of your lips beginning to pain as they stretch from taking his balls in your mouth.
when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.
“want your cum !”
he hears you whine out, jungkook biting his lip at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.
his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.
“what a good girl.”
he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.
the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.
