|| War of Hearts || Three.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin Description: Thinking too much can be a bad thing, especially if you end up getting turned on without your fuck buddy to get you off. Bad quickly turns worse when your ex texts you, and worse goes to shit when you decide to let your ex in when you're in such a state. After everything is said and done, you're left feeling more confused than before and you decide that wine and sleep will be your best friend tonight. Genre: Angst, smut. Word Count: 7.0k Warnings: Heavy dirty talk, derogatory name-calling, “Daddy” kink, spit play, HEAVY breath play, lots of hair pulling, sensory deprivation & overload (y’all, i went all-in), rough sex, emotional turmoil? Tags: @lunaticgurly, @legendaryangelmoneylawyer, @mrs-jeonjk *At any point in time, notify me to be added or removed from this list!* A/N: So I’m super sleep-deprived since I traveled across country and back in 4 days by driving and I have to get up early for my wisdom teeth surgery (which I’m terrified about), but goshdamnit, I’m gonna publish this before I’m doped up on drugs. Enjoy (and please leave me lovely feedback so I can be happy while I’m dying from this procedure)! | Playlist | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |
You’re currently curled up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. To say that you’re bored out of your mind is an understatement; however, an unidentified, hazy feeling stops you from getting up to do something. Your brain has been floating around to multiple topics, but somehow it always goes back to Jimin.
It’s only been about two weeks since the whole break up ordeal, but it seems longer. During the time, you and Jimin have been getting quite close, and now it’s unusual for you two to not see each other longer than two days. It all still feels weird to you, especially since you were against turning your one-time-deal into a regular thing in the beginning.
“Quit running.” Jimin’s hot breath hits your neck as he pins you to the wall in his hallway. You want to ask yourself how you got in this situation, but you know you’re the only one to blame.
“I’m sorry, I was under the influence. I made a mistake, and I wasn’t in my right mind.” You start spitting out the first thing that comes to mind to help you get out of this dilemma, but as soon as they come out, you feel guilty since you know that’s not entirely true.
“I’d say you were in your right mind. At least enough to badger me about safe sex.” Jimin retorts, and that makes you forget about trying to not look at his gorgeous face— at least enough to give him a shocked expression and a smack on the arm. “Jimin!”
He quickly laughs and backs away enough for you to breathe. A part of you is thankful since you can finally breathe without getting high from his intoxicating smell; however, you can’t seem to smother that small yearning that wants to pull him right back in again. “I’m just joking! I already told you, I’ve scheduled an appointment to get checked. I was very serious and in my right mind when I said I wanted there to be a next time. I hope you were too.”
A blush creeps upon your face, and you curse Jimin for being so honest about the way he feels. “I-… I want to, but…” you start to say; however, he quickly interrupts you.
“But you’re still scared, right?” You glance up at his understanding gaze before looking back to the floor and giving a sheepish nod. Without a second thought, he diminishes the space in between you two again as you feel one arm of his wrap around your waist tightly, and the other hand comes to hold your cheek. “I won’t do anything you feel uncomfortable with. And if I do, be vocal about it. I’ll stop immediately. We go at your pace, okay? If you want nothing to do with me, tell me.”
As his thumb begins to slowly caress its way down to your lips, you make eye contact with him, and you see a small shift in his eyes as they focus in on the way you unconsciously slide your tongue across your bottom lip and softly bite it. “If you want me to kiss you, say it.” You notice how his tone’s become guttural, and there’s suddenly neediness to it, and you can’t help but lean into him more, desperately wanting to see what’s next.
He leans down and softly bites your earlobe, making you arch your back and push your chest into him. “If you want me to touch you… say it.” He whispers into your ear, gliding his hand down, and ever so lightly tracing your curves around your waist until he gets to your thigh. Smoothly lifting your leg around his waist, his hand starts slowly travelling upward again, this time under the hem of your skirt. With his other arm still wrapped around your waist, he pulls your hips closer and grinds his hips into yours, making your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder.
Jimin’s hand reaches your hip and digs his fingernails into your skin. “If you want me to—,” he begins to say as he scratches down, but hesitates as his hand quickly goes back to your hip. You feel his thumb wipe across your skin where your underwear should be. He slides your skirt up over your bum to confirm that you, indeed, were not wearing any panties. A small needy groan leaves his mouth, and you feel a puff of hot air on your neck before he pulls back, looking at you with blown-out pupils. “Fuck…” is all he could say before you leap up and he carries you back in his room.
A sigh leaves your lips as you think back to the first time the both of you saw each other after the first encounter. “Well that didn’t last long,” you mumble, commenting about your fleeting negative feelings you once had.
As you flip over onto your side, you notice how thinking back to the two of you makes you start feeling hot and you suddenly can’t seem to stop another flashback from popping up in your mind.
“By the way, I’m sorry you only got to come once during our first time together,” Jimin says as he sets you down on his bed and crawls on top of you.
You wrap your arms around his neck and gently grapple fistfuls of his smooth, black hair, beginning to softly play with it. Giggling, your eyes twinkle in amusement as you respond, “don’t be sorry. Besides, I was too focused on making you feel good to care”.
You notice the tiniest movement of him pulling back, and his eyebrows scrunch together. Afraid you said something weird, you ask him what’s wrong; however, he quickly recovers, and a bright smile graces his face. “Nothing, you just surprised me, that’s all.”
“How so?”
“Well, for starters, I don’t really think I’ve had a girl solely focus on making me feel good,” Jimin states and, this time, you raise your eyebrows in shock. “I don’t know if they do it intentionally or not, but it’s just usually always been vice versa.”
You don’t know why, but a small part of your heart squeezes at the thought that you might have been different from the other girls; however, you quickly try to smother that feeling down, mentally yelling at yourself that it doesn’t matter anyway. Before you can get into an internal argument with yourself, Jimin goes to slide your shirt up and starts peppering your lower stomach with unhurried kisses. As he gets to the hemline of your skirt, he looks back up at you with a hungry gaze and speaks in a confident, breathy tone, “don’t worry, this time you’ll be begging me to stop because you can’t take it anymore”.
Feeling heat rush to both your cheeks and your lower parts, you groan as you grab your phone quickly and pull up Jimin’s contact. You’ve been trying not to be the first one to reach out to him since a part of you is still getting used to the whole ‘friends with benefits’ idea; however, this time you’re at your breaking point.
This is the longest you haven’t seen him, which has been four days, and quite frankly, you’re desperate. He’s been busy on his end, and you don’t blame him for that in any way, but you know he should be getting his results back soon and the thought of you guys finally getting to have sex without a condom is leaving you feeling needy.
You: Hiya, how has your day been? I, uh, just was.. ya know, wondering if maybe you’re… free?
You reread the text you just sent and huff at your idiocy. Wow, _____, could you try to not make it sound so much like you need someone to talk to? Not. Cool.
You: Like, idk, you feel like coming over?
Again, you read the text that you sent too quickly and curse your trigger fingers for sending it faster than you can really think about how it sounds. Fuck this shit.
You: Look, I’m horny. And I want you to fuck me. Come over.
Does pushing yourself too far make you crudely honest, maybe, but you think that’s just something you’ll have to live with as you toss your phone aside and give him a chance to respond as you get up to get a glass of water. You run a hand through your hair and take a big sigh, maybe I’m too thirsty…heh, no pun intended. But seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?
While downing your glass, you have a mental conversation with yourself discussing what is wrong with you for acting like this, but as you finish drinking and put your cup in the sink, you decide ‘to hell with it; out of sight, out of mind’, and move on.
Leisurely walking back to the couch, you notice your screen glows to let you know you got a text, so you saunter back faster than you’d like to admit, eager to see Jimin’s response. Reading the new message, your heart starts beating uncontrollably, and your hands start shaking; however, not in a good way.
That Guy: _____. Talk to me. That Guy: At least hear me out. That Guy: I need to talk to you. That Guy: Please?
You sigh and run an aggravated hand through your hair, wondering what to do. Your mind flashes back to how Jimin told you to straight-up ignore him; in fact, he was pretty adamant about it.
Jimin rolls off of you as he plunks down beside you. You turn your head to him, smiling, and are just about to compliment on how great the sex was when your phone goes off. You roll over and grab your phone, curious as to who’s texting you at this time.
That Guy: _____, it’s been a week. Can we please talk?
You open the text, and your thumbs hover over the keyboard, planning on responding but not knowing what to say when Jimin wraps his arm around your waist and peaks over your shoulder. “‘That guy’? Who is that?”
“Jungkook.”
You swear you feel a moment where Jimin tenses around you; however, it’s gone before you can even think more about it. “What does he want?” Jimin asks while starting to pepper soft kisses on your neck.
You roll your eyes and respond, “to talk, like always”. At this, Jimin spins you around to where you’re on your back and facing him while he hovers over you. “So he texts you a lot still?” An inquisitive eyebrow is raised on his face, and you feel the need to explain yourself for some unknown reason. “Yeah. But I haven’t texted back yet. I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s nothing to say. Just don’t respond.”
“Yeah, but I dunno… I kind of feel bad for doing that. Maybe. I don’t even know…” You mutter, glancing back at your phone as thumbs still hover over the keys. Jimin tilts his head to the side for a moment and looks at you, almost like he’s trying to analyse what you’re thinking. Swiftly, he gets back on top of you and gently pins down your wrists. You instinctively tighten your hand around your phone, but Jimin’s thumb slowly slides under the phone. His eyes seem to send you a message to kindly do what he says, and you can’t help but loosen the grip on your phone.
“He broke up with you; you don’t owe him anything. You shouldn’t worry about him anymore; in fact, there’s no reason to talk at all,” Jimin says in a very persuading, yet gentle manner, and you note how it’s not fair because you know he’s going to win when he sounds so genuine. He takes your phone and sets it back on the bedside table before turning his attention back to you. “Anyway, let’s go another round. I’m almost ready,” he says once more as he begins to slide down to your nether regions. As your mind notices he’s eating you out even more passionately than before, you begin to forget what you were even talking about a few moments ago.
“Ignore him. Just ignore him, _____. You’d do good to listen to Jimin’s voice of reasoning,” you speak to yourself, trying to remember all of the reasons why you shouldn’t respond to Jungkook. You toss your phone back on the couch before walking away and beginning to pace. “Don’t do it. You’re only opening up Pandora’s box if you do.”
Your phone goes off again making you stop mid-pace once more. Looking over at your phone as if you’ve just seen a ghost, you begin to crack your knuckles, trying to stay strong.
Jeez, you’re acting as if he’s some drug that you haven’t had in years and suddenly it’s floating right in front of your face. Don’t be weak, he’s just a guy… that you spent two years with and planned on spending more… that you. CAN. GET. OVER! Come on, _____!
“But.. let’s be real. You’re alone… you’re in the mood.. and Jimin is nowhere to be seen or heard, and he’s not answering any of your texts…” You mutter and go back to pacing, except this time you swear you’re about to go mental. You run another hand through your hair, trying to calm your stress levels before glancing back at your phone from the corner of your eye. Can you blame a girl?
“Oh, fuck it…” You hiss before stomping over and fumbling for your phone. With lightning speed, your thumbs tap the screen to type out a message, and it’s a wonder they don’t get tangled together. You press the send button and then try to calm yourself from how fast your heart is racing.
You: What’s there to talk about?
Expecting it’ll be a while for him to respond, you lock the screen right as he sends an immediate response back. Biting your lip, you notice how it’s taking everything in your power not to start hyperventilating at this moment.
That Guy: Actually, I’m on a run right now, so I’m only a few minutes from you. Can I stop by? That Guy: Please?
Oh, ____, you are SO going to regret this, you think as you shake your head and bite down harder. You wince from the pain, but a quick, nagging thought says maybe you deserve that for being so stupid right now.
You: Fine. You: But make it quick.
You look around the place to make sure it’s tidy before you quickly walk into the bathroom and face the mirror. Doing a once-over, you make sure you, yourself, look nice enough for company and make eye contact with your reflection. “Why the hell am I doing this…” You mumble to yourself. Because you’re in the mood and you’re desperate, you stupid girl, your conscience answers condescendingly. You hear the frightening knock and do one last look before sighing and walking out to go answer the door.
“Jung—“ You swing the door open quickly to prove you’re not going to take any of his shit; however, the moment you see him, all bets are off. In front of your doorstep is a very sweaty, and very hot, Jungkook standing there shirtless with all of his tense muscles on display for you to see. Oh, this is not helping, you think as you shame yourself because you know your face is showing just how flabbergasted you are, yet there’s no way you can control it.
You swallow quickly and shift to your other foot to try and get yourself to stop focusing on the fact Jungkook’s shirtless right now. If Jungkook knows you’re checking him out right now, which you’re sure he does, he doesn’t show it. In fact, surprisingly, he looks rather serious as he blurts out the reason why he’s here, getting straight to the point. “I can’t get you out of my mind, and I swear, I’ve tried. I think about you all the time.”
You take a step back, holding onto the door and trying to regain your balance since he’s making your mind spin out of control. Analysing his face, you try and find some sort of guilt or sign to see if he’s lying or not; however, if he is, you sure can’t tell. Giving him one last glance, you swiftly turn around and walk in the bathroom to grab a towel before going back.
“Wipe yourself off, you’re drenched.” You softly sass as you throw the towel at his face. He grabs it with a small look of surprise, and you know that the shock he feels isn’t from the towel-throwing action, but from your acceptance of his presence. Just before you turn your back to walk towards the couch, you catch him throw a lopsided smirk at you as he shuts the door behind him. Have I just let the devil into my home?
Jungkook plops down next to you, and you’re incredibly hyper-aware of how your legs make contact with each other. He leans back with ease and supports his head by propping his elbow on the back of the couch. You know he’s doing this on purpose, presenting himself as if to taunt you ‘here I am in all of my stupidly-attractive glory’; you know it’s a fucking trap, and yet, here you are, struggling to swallow from the scene in front of you. “You need to put on a shirt,” you mumble, quickly casting your eyes downwards to pick at your fingers.
“Well, I can’t exactly fit into one of yours, now can I?” He says jokingly while giving you a lopsided grin and tilting his head to the side. You softly pout and rack your mind to try and remember if you have anything that would fit him; unfortunately, your words are tumbling out faster than your brain can keep up, and you forget who you’re talking to for a minute.
“You can wear one of Ji—.”
The words get caught in your throat as you quickly clamp your mouth shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I did not just almost say ‘Jimin’, you scold yourself a thousand times mentally as you wish a hole would swallow you right up. Swiftly, you glance up to see Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together, and you can tell he’s confused as to what you could possibly mean. The silence slowly starts to gnaw at you, and the longer it grows, the more you feel like you’re starting to sweat as you watch the emotions change on his face and his jaw gets tenser. Just when you think you’re going to have a confrontation, he just sighs and looks you up and down.
“You look good… like really good,” he mumbles out the end; however, you can still hear him clearly. The petty conscience in your brain throws out the thought ‘it must be because I’m not yours anymore’, but you swallow your spite down and opt on trying to focus on Jungkook. As you watch his tongue quickly dart out to pull his bottom lip in and bite down softly, you quickly come to regret your choice because suddenly you’re blushing and finding it hard to meet his eye yet again. You’re in such a state, you don’t even notice that you’re pressing your thighs together unconsciously to seek release; however, Jungkook certainly does.
He takes this chance to slide closer, now eliminating any space between the both of you. His arm is behind you resting on the back of the couch while his other hand moves towards you. You notice there’s a moment of hesitance, but it’s such a small one that you wonder if your mind is just playing tricks on you. Gently, he lays his hand on top of your thigh, and you can smell his minty breath softly hit your cheek as he hovers over you. You haven’t been this close to him, mentally or physically, in months, yet somehow you’re struggling terribly to gain back control over your own body. “W-what do you want?” You try to sound firm and unyielding; however, neither of you miss the stutter in your voice.
“A second chance,” he breathes before closing in on your neck. You feel him lightly nip at your neck and your breath hitches in your throat. You wish you could do something, throw him away or tug him closer, you don’t know nor care which, just something damnit, but your body and mind aren’t synched, and so you end up not moving at all.
His hand has now slid your oversized sweater down to expose your shoulder, and he’s slowly kissing and licking at your soft skin. As you feel his other hand slide up your thigh agonisingly slow, you realise your body has betrayed you by opening up your legs in the slightest. Your mind is screaming at your body, yelling for it to listen, yet, it seems your body is a fucking stubborn traitor. As if noticing your dilemma, Jungkook speaks up.
“If you say stop, I’m on the other side of the couch. You know I’ll stop if you don’t want this.” You hear him say, and somewhere in your mind, you feel like that should give you the strength to stop all of this. You know you need to send him on his way and not talk to him, just like Jimin told you to; however, it seems some part of you wants the exact opposite. Your mind is hazy, and your brain is beginning to hurt from thinking so much, so… fuck it.
In a blink of an eye, you have your hands twisted and entangled into his hair and knocking the breath from you by slamming your lips to his. You’re hungry, no, starving for his touch. You’ve been craving it for so long that it seems like something in you just snapped.
It genuinely surprises you when Jungkook responds with just as much vigour as he quickly hovers over you to yank your sweater off. His mouth greedily bites down on the skin around your chest as the both of you claw your back, racing to take off your bra. You both seem like absolute animals, and the thought only solidifies when you hear him growl as he snatches your shorts and thong off.
“Condom,” you rasp as you start to tug his grey sweatpants down. Hurriedly, he reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet before tugging one out. You’re sure you would make some snide comment about keeping them in his wallet, but your hormones are too far gone for you to focus on anything but getting fucked.
Wasting no time, he pumps himself a few times before quickly rolling the condom on. He pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him before you notice he grips your hips as if he’s about to lift you up. “Your bedroom’s still the one to the left, right?” He asks, and it takes a minute for you to actually process what he’s asking.
You’re about to sass him that it’s only been two weeks since you’ve broken up so, of course, it’s still in the same room; however, a thought hits you like a ton of bricks. You and Jimin have seen each other so much, he’s left multiple pieces of clothing in your bedroom. You’re not cheating since you and Jungkook aren’t together, and you both know the two of you are sleeping around, so you don’t understand why it would be a problem if he saw it; however, something in you still doesn’t want him to find out its actually Jimin you’ve been sleeping with.
“I can’t wait; I need you— God— just fuck me here.” You quickly respond, slamming your lips to his once again as you sink lower onto his hips to emphasis you aren’t going anywhere. It seems to work because he leans back, letting his eyes roam your hovering body as he rubs hard circles into your hips.
One of his hands slip down to where you need him the most, and as he runs his middle and ring finger through your folds, he lets out a needy groan before pulling his hand back up in front of the two of you. He looks from his hand to you, and you can see just how blown out his eyes look as he wriggles his fingers to show just how needy you are. “Holy fuck, _____, just how long were you horny for? You’re absolutely dripping.” Jungkook grunts before making eye contact with you and sticking his fingers in his mouth, making sure you watch as he sucks your arousal clean from his fingers.
“Fuck, I can’t wait— please. I need, oh fuck, I need—“You struggle to get yourself together to at least say something; however, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and thrusts fully into you before you can finish. Your eyesight turns bleary, and you cry out at the sudden feeling of being full, but it feels so good, you can’t help but try and move your hips for more.
“Me. You need me.” Jungkook groans as his hands help set and keep pace for your hips to move on top of him. “You need me to make you feel good like the needy bitch you are, am I right? Is that why you actually responded to my texts for once? Hm?”
You can only moan as he tells you filthy things and you feel the imaginary knot in your stomach begin to form already. It’s been so, so, long since you’ve had sex with him; however, both of you still move together as if it’s only been days. That’s one of the things that you always loved about him, the chemistry in bed between the two of you was constantly hot, and he’s always known your body so well; it’s infuriating to know your body still thinks it belongs to him.
“Ah—I can feel you getting tighter, but you’re only going to come when I tell you to, right, baby? Because you’re still such a good little slut for me?” You mewl at his words, and even though you feel the tight, burning cramp in your hips, you keep pushing forward, trying to please him.
He sits up, wrapping his arms completely around your waist and holding on tight to not let go. You’re sure his grip is going to leave bruises, but even if it does, you don’t care at this point. His head dips down to bring a nipple into his mouth, and you thread your fingers into his hair, pulling him in even more. Your hot bodies are pressed together, and the closeness helps edge you nearer, feeling him thrust deeper inside. Your hands are roaming everywhere, and as you rake your nails harshly down his well-defined abs, you hear him groan into your skin, and there’s a quick, rough shove into you that makes your hips tingle. Without thinking, you moan out Jungkook’s name; however, a growl rips from his throat, and you realise the mistake you made all too late.
In a blink of an eye, he lifts you off of him and twirls you around to face the couch. You try to complain at the sudden feeling of being empty, but he pushes you forward, and your knees fall onto the cushions. He grapples onto your hips roughly as he enters you again and you start to moan at the feeling but are quickly cut off when his other hand grabs your hair and yanks it back so your throat’s at an awkward angle and exposed. You feel his hot breath hit the side of your face as he murmurs into your skin, “It’s only been a few weeks, and you’ve already forgotten my name, darling?”
The spitefulness and pettiness that you tried to swallow down earlier surges inside of you once again as a smirk spreads upon your face. “A few weeks? Huh, try a few months,” you scoff, trying your best to move your head to the side to see a better view of him; however, the tight grip he has on your hair doesn’t let you go far, “We stopped fucking long before we broke up, Jungkook.”
You see his infamous tongue-in-cheek move that you know he does when he’s getting irritated, and you just hate to admit that you’re the one getting under his skin. “I guess—ngh— that may be true; however, I still remember just how bratty you are,” Jungkook grunts into your ear before pounding into you sharply again, “and I still remember how to tame you”. With each sentence, his hips slam into yours deeper and harder, making you fall onto the couch’s back for support.
The hand that was once around your waist slithers up and grasps your neck, tightening until you’re barely getting any air supply, and slowly, your senses start to numb as your lips tingle, and the pressure in your ears build up. Jungkook releases his hold on your hair and quickly shoves his middle and ring finger down your throat as far back as it will go. You sputter and lightly gag as you try and rush to breathe; however, with his vice grip on your airway, it’s almost impossible.
His thrusts are agonisingly slow, and he makes sure you can feel every time he slips out before ramming back into you. His pace is deliberate, taking his sweet time to let you know your release is in his hands; however, he’s unyielding at how rough he’s with you. He wants you to know he’s there; he’s the one fucking you right here and now. He continues fingering your mouth, and you can feel the drool drip down and fall on your chest. You try and swallow to lessen how messy you must look, but he quickly catches on and shoves his fingers down onto your tongue, not allowing you to do so. Your nostrils flare, desperately trying to get more air into your lungs as a sound of pleasure slips out from your mouth.
“God, baby, look how filthy you are. You’re getting so dirty, yet you love every minute of it. You hear those sloppy, slick sounds coming from your pussy? That’s you needing me.” There’s something animalistic in the tone Jungkook is using, and you haven’t heard it in so long that you swear you’re about to come if he keeps speaking to you like that.
Once his hand is completely covered in your spit, he removes it from your mouth before putting the two fingers on your clit, making you moan loud enough to worry if your neighbours two doors down could hear. The mixed feeling between the heat of his cock inside you and the chill of his spit-covered fingers on your clit makes your back arch in indescribable pleasure as you listen to the sloshing from Jungkook rubbing you. The combination of your arousal and slobber makes you soaking wet, and you know there’s no way you’re not dripping on the couch; however, you’re too far gone to care.
You notice the grip on your throat loosens by just the slightest— not enough to stop the blood pounding in your ears, but enough to breathe in a small amount of oxygen to use this opportunity to beg. “Please, please! Shit, I’m so close. Please, let me come,” the words are rolling right off your lips without you even having to think about it, you so desperately need this, and you’ll be damned if Jungkook refuses you.
Quickly, the clutch on your throat tightens again, cutting off any further words. His fingers that were once going at a moderate pace are now going as fast as he possibly can, flicking your clit and making you cry out as your heart races in ecstasy. Your knees spread out further to try and allow him more access, making you sink down and Jungkook quickly adjusts, his body in tune with yours. The pressure in your ears is at a maximum, and your lips are buzzing from the lack of oxygen. All senses are about to be deprived, and if it were anyone but Jungkook, you’d be scared to death; however, you trust him—more than you’d like to admit— during rough sex like this.
Your house is filled with nothing but vile sounds of wetness, skin slapping, Jungkook’s grunts, your extremely loud moaning. If anyone were to walk by, they’d think this was a whore house, yet, you’d have no problem with that at this point. Your voice is raspy from all of your cries, and once more, Jungkook leans in until his tongue is licking the shell of your ear before biting down on it.
“Say it. What’s my name, baby? God, no one but you can use it—fuck—, just say it, _____. Say it, and I swear you can come.” This time it’s Jungkook’s turn to plead in your ear. You almost don’t hear him from him depriving your senses; however, you can tell the needy tone in his voice, and it sparks an ignition inside of you. He’s teetering, on the verge of whimpering, and he wants this just as bad, if not more.
“Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy!” You scream out his former name you used to call him in bed, no longer able to contain yourself, and hearing what you said, he’s right there with you. He lets go of your neck and allows the oxygen to come rushing back inside your lungs, overloading all of your senses. Suddenly, you’re hypersensitive to his cock pounding into you and his fingers playing with your clit, the impact of your skin touching and his breath hitting your skin; it all overwhelms you enough to be your final push to orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for Daddy— holy fuck, you’re so tight; it’s throbbing, ngh, shit!” Jungkook grunts loudly, swiftly moving up his hand that was once around your neck to grapple your hair once again. Your scalp stings in pain, but your high overrides it and makes it pleasurable.
You can feel his dick twitch from inside of you, and you know he’s close to coming. Still flicking his hand to get you off, he pulls your hair a little tighter, and you reach back to grab his ass and pull him back into you, this time deeper than he’s been. It’s enough to send him over the edge, all of his strength and weight colliding into you and making you fall onto the couch’s back. He whines out your name before biting down hard on your shoulder as he finishes riding off his high.
You have a quick thought, wondering if the bite will mark since it feels like it’s broken skin, but as he slides out of you, the question’s suddenly lost. You fall to the side, completely exhausted, and being mindful of the wet spot on the couch. Your eyes glide over to the beauty that’s still hovering in the same place, his arm supporting all of his weight and he’s heavily panting, looking completely spent. He swallows, lets out an exhale, and rakes his fingers through his sweaty hair before giving you a glance.
Jungkook swiftly gets up and reaches for the towel you threw at him earlier while sliding off his condom. He goes into the kitchen and discards it before wetting the cloth and coming back to you. Before you can ask what’s he doing, he speaks “spread your legs” and begins to wipe you down.
After he’s done cleaning you, he crashes down next to you and swings an arm around your head. Still feeling the after-buzz, you don’t think much as you lean into him and readjust your head, so he’s supporting it. He starts playing with your hair lazily, and you giggle. “Thanks for the aftercare.”
“Mm,” is all he responds, continuing his action while you both lay together, silently catching your breath. “I’m surprised you didn’t freak out when I went right in to choke you and turned rough,” Jungkook randomly notes.
You turn your head slightly until both of you are making eye contact. Making sure your face shows how serious you are, you softly respond. “You’re one of the only people that knows me so well sexually. I spent two years with you.”
Thinking Jungkook would look away from the amount of honesty you’re giving him, it genuinely surprises you when he looks you dead in the eye, returning your blow with his own words. “Spend more with me.”
Your heart clenches in emotional pain and turbulent confusion, and you can’t help but turn away, not wanting to look at him anymore. His words make the reality come crashing back down on you as you’re left realising you just had sex with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, when you’re desperately trying to get over him. You don’t know what makes you decide to ask, but whatever it is, it’s too late to stop it as the words are already tumbling out of your mouth. “Are you seeing anyone?” Nicee…Good job on sounding like you don’t care.. not.
You can feel his body go rigid, and his hand movements of playing with your hair come to a stop. You quietly sigh, knowing he took it the way you didn’t want him to take it, so you quickly clarify. “I know you’re sleeping around, Jungkook. Hell, I am too,” you try and assure him, “I just want to know if you’re seeing or talking to anyone in particular.” You quickly add the thought, technically I’m only ‘seeing’ Jimin, but Jungkook sure as hell doesn’t have to know that.
“Oh, then no, not really,” Jungkook responds, easing up slightly before turning the tables back to you. “Who are you sleeping with?”
This time, it’s your turn to close up and try and find an out to this. You turn to look in Jungkook’s eyes, trying to read his facial expressions to see if he’s just lightly continuing the conversation; however, he’s as serious as can be. There’s a moment of silent hesitance before speaking up in a slightly-joking tone, “that’s only ‘boyfriend-candidate’ perks”.
You sit up, needing to get as far away as you can from him and quickly pick up your sweater. “How do I upgrade?” Jungkook responds, sitting up to follow you with the same serious look on his face. You hurriedly shove the sweater over your head and stand up to hover over him, not liking the mental disadvantage of being the same level as him. “It’s none of your business.”
Jungkook sighs, letting the disappointment visibly show on his face as he gets up and puts his pants back on. As he quickly slides on his shoes and tidies his hair, you make a comment about how it’s getting late to try and get him to the door quicker. He nods, noting how he should get going now, yet his feet trudge to the door slower than you’d like.
As you open the door for him and he steps out, he turns back to you once more to open his stupidly-perfect mouth. “Think about us?” He breathes out, and you can see the pleading look swimming in his eye. All you can do is sigh, not feeling the fight enough to try and say anything snarky, so instead, you just respond “okay” before closing the door.
You make sure Jungkook walks off your property completely before your knees give out and you sink to the floor. “What am I doing?!” You scream aloud, your tone full of frustration as you rake your fingers through your hair. You’re confused and so conflicted, it feels like the world is spinning faster than you can handle.
Before your mind can spiral out of control, your phone ‘dings’ letting you know you’ve gotten a text. Pulling yourself together, you walk over to grab it and quickly read the screen, tsking.
Jimin: Got my results back, I’m clean~ Jimin: -photo attached- Jimin: I’m so sorry, I was busy at work >.< but I’m finally free! Jimin: You still in the mood? I can swing by
You should be ecstatic that you can finally fuck bareback with him; however, your mind’s shut down from all the events, and you’re definitely not in the mood now.
You: sorry, but not tonight. You: i’m not feeling too good anymore so i’m going to sleep
Locking your phone, you head to the kitchen and open the fridge, dying of thirst. You have various different fruit juices and milk; however, your eyes immediately fall to the bottle of unopened Moscato. Flashbacks to the night of you and Jungkook flood your mind, but your mood is already down, so the memories couldn’t possibly make it worse; in fact, your sour state of mind is ready to fight anything, especially the god-forbidden flashbacks.
“Fuck it,” you mutter angrily, grabbing the whole bottle and opening it. Your eyes glance back at the cabinet that stores the glasses; however, you just jeer at it as you take a swig from the whole bottle, planning on drinking the entire thing.
Walking back into your bedroom, your eyesight falls to Jimin’s clothing that’s on the floor, and it makes you check your phone, wondering if he even responded.
Jimin: That’s totally fine! I hope you feel better soon~ Jimin: I’ll check up with you tomorrow, let me know if you need anything <3
You know you shouldn’t blame things on Jimin, and you know it’s not his fault deep down; however, you’re tired and angry, and you don’t want to take responsibility for your own actions, so you choose to blame him anyway.
“Fuck you, Jimin. Why are you so good to me?” You angrily exclaim to no one before taking another hateful swig of the sweet wine. “Why couldn’t you respond sooner, damnit. Then maybe I wouldn’t have done this, and maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking confused. Ugh. I hate men and I hate fate.”