During the few free hours after the first rehearsal, and well.. after the car ride. Jimin had found himself imagining their dynamic, trying to make sense of the two overly dominant men, how they worked.
He knew he should turn around. He should walk back to his seat, pull his hood over his head, and pretend he had heard nothing but the hum of the engines. But he was caught in a voyeuristic trance. The sheer intimacy of the moment, the fact that they were right there, just a few feet away, made his head spin.Â
A soft, rhythmic rocking against the leather of the seat began to echo, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin sliding against skin.
"Almost there..." Jungkookâs voice came again, strained and breathless, sounding far more desperate than he had ever sounded on stage. "Baby, please..."Â
"Patience," Yoongi murmured, his voice a low, gravelly command that sent a shiver down Jimin's spine. "You're being too fucking loud."Â
Jimin was losing his fucking mind.Â
Just as he reached the last row, making sure to stay just far enough back to stay out of their line of sight, his eyes landed on the scene over the row.
Every single ounce of Jungkookâs dominance was completely stripped away from him at that moment. Every teasing comment, every touch that lingered on Jiminâs skin, even the way he carried himself, was completely melted away.Â
Yoongiâs long, ring littered fingers were sifted through the stands of Jungkookâs hair, practically shoving the side of his face into the back of the leather seat. It was reclined, so it created more of a flat surface to work with, amongst the crowded surroundings.Â
Easily the best chapter in the series thus far, I've been working towards it for a week now. I'm very very proud of how it came together.
I'm taking a mini break after this, taking care of personal things but I'll be back as soon as I can. At least, you're left off with this chapter in the mean time.
UPDATED DISCORD FORMATTING ⥠updated reference sheet for those newer to discord (or those who aren't familiar with markdown in general) ! my last post didn't include links, headers, or lists. you can access the google doc version in the source link.
âOnce you get out there, you hear the crowd, the noise.. I promise itâll be less nerve wracking.â Jungkook said softly, his hand slipping from his own hair, to fix a few strands of Yoongiâs.Â
Jimin desperately searched both of their gazes, attempting to see anything that might hint acknowledgement of earlier events.Â
Yoongi didn't even flinch at Jungkookâs touch, though his dark eyes flickered momentarily to the weary expression laced in Jiminâs eyes. There was a heavy, weighted silence between them, the kind that vibrated with unsaid things. Yoongi's thumb traced Jimin's jawline again, more deliberate this time, the cold silver of his rings contrasting sharply against Jimin's flushed skin.Â
"Youâll definitely have eyes on you, Jimin," Yoongi said, his voice dropping into that gravelly tone that made Jimin's chest tighten. "But youâre not alone out there. Just remember that"
âYou really like that damn lip ring, donât you?â Jungkook cut through the silence, his eyes glued on the duo across from him.
Jimin nearly choked on his own breath.
His eyes darted sharply down to where Yoongiâs silver piercing caught the passing lights through the window, his cheeks heating up as if the metal itself were burning through his skin. Yoongi didn't even blink at the question. He just leaned his head back against the headrest, watching Jimin struggle with a slow, knowing smirk.
"Obsessed." he followed simply, his voice dropping an octave.
"Youâve been staring at it all morning.â
Jimin wanted to melt into the seat.
âNot all morning..â he managed to slip out, his eyes wavering, feeling the gaze of Jungkook peer into his profile.
"Oh, honey, you have to be on stage in 10 minutes" Taehyung murmured.
His thumb pressed against the flat of Jimin's tongue, applying a soft pressure, holding it there.
"I can make you cum in five." Jimin breathed out.
His words were muffled, almost intangible. It was hard to speak clearly with fingers in your mouth.
Taehyung's hold tightened, the taller man's index finger tilting his jaw up. He felt like Taehyung's eyes were burning into his, watching something dark flash across them.
"Never thought he'd be so desperate to have a cock in his mouth." A gruff voice cut through the tension. "It's never enough for him, is it?" Yoongi continued, his footsteps echoing off of the furniture of the dressing room. Taehyung's head lifted.
A small, amused smirk peaked at the corner of his lips.
Yoongi continued to step towards the duo, stopping firmly next to Jimin. He slowly lowered himself down, squatting down, his eyes glued on his parted lips.
Leaning in closer, he let his lips briefly graze the skin of Jimin's cheek.
"Be good for us, yeah?" he whispered, the chilled silver lip ring grazing his cheek bone.
"We have a show to put on."
summary: in which bts find themselves completely and utterly infatuated with one of the members of hybe's newest girl group, le sserafim
warning: 5-10 year age gap, oc is of consenting and legal age, yandere bts, unhealthy possessive, and obsessive behavior, violence, smut, idol au
ratings: 18+ (minors dni)
pairs: ot7 x reader
chapter warnings: none
author's note: these chapters are truly getting worse and worse please keep your expectations to the floor
word count: 4181
masterlist
It had been approximately two weeks since Garam's hiatus was announced and you were beginning to grow restless without her by your side. After Source Music posted the notice, Garam packed up her bags and decided to head home for the time being as she felt like there was no use for her to stay at the dorms. With the entire group being out because of promotions, she would be alone at the dorms being reminded of what she lost due to the scandal so she decided to head home for the time being.
Today was the first day the group was filming for music shows without Garam. You were currently in the dressing room at the KBS building, getting your hair down while munching on the fruit platter that one of the staff members brought in. Yunjin was on the side looking at you in disgust, mortified by the way you were eating the fruit as if somebody had starved you for days.
âYou are so gross, Y/L/N.â She tossed a napkin at your face as strawberry juice dribbled down your chin while your makeup artist and stylist screeched at you for making a mess.
âWhat? Iâm hungry.â You mumbled, shoving a grape in your mouth.
Chaewon snatched the platter out of your hand, moving it out of arm's reach. "You're not hungry, you're stress eating. If you keep eating, you'll end up with indigestion at this rate."
You grumbled but sat back in your seat regardless, apologizing for making a mess with the strawberries. Even if you had been scolded, Chaewon was right about the fact that you were merely stress eating and not actually hungry. Though Le Sserafim had performed numerous times over the past few weeks, you were still a tad nervous about performing. Appearing on national television for the first time following Garam's hiatus didn't help either. After you were done, you hopped off the chair and joined Eunchae on the couch, lounging around until the group's call time.
The last couple of weeks had been nothing short of exhausting, but the choreographers and vocal coaches had been extra hard on the group. With one member lacking, the rest of you had to make up for Garam's lines and adjust the choreography for Fearless and Blue Flame accordingly. While there weren't any drastic changes, having to change the choreography that had been muscle memory was more difficult than any of you thought.
âHave you seen Mingyu sunbaenimâs live?â Eunchae asked, shifting her body to look at you.
You shook your head, âNo I havenât. Why?â
âHe talked about you earlier today.â
âHe what?â
You sat upright, an alarmed expression on your face from the sudden news. Your heart began racing at the mere thought, wondering what Kim Mingyu couldâve possibly said about you during his live. The conversation you had with him at the Le Sserafim debut party was no news so unless you had done something, you couldnât figure out why he would even think about you. âWhat did he say?â
âHe talked about the conversation that you had with him at our debut party. Apparently he remembers it vividly and is embarrassed about the way he acted in front of you.â Eunchae explained.
You frowned, âOh, well he has nothing to be embarrassed about. I thought it was funny.â
âI donât think he sees it that way.â She handed you her phone, playing the video that she pulled up on Twitter.
âDid I tell you how I embarrassed myself in front of Y/N a few weeks ago?â Mingyu asked.
Seungkwanâs interest was piqued and he looked at him curiously. âFrom Le Sserafim? No, you never told me.â
Mingyu sighed, an embarrassed smile forming on his face as he debated whether or not it would be appropriate to reveal online. âWhen I met her, I told her that she smelled nice, like flowers. And when she called me âsunbaenim,â I insisted that she called me oppa and she gave me the most judgmental look I have ever seen in my entire life.â
âYou sniffed her?â Seungkwan appeared mortified, a hand covering his mouth as he pictured the interaction.
"I didn't sniff her!" Mingyu quickly defended. He then looked at the camera. "I didn't sniff her. I hugged her, and her perfume was strong, so that's why I said she smelled nice. Please don't misunderstand, this is how rumors start."
You realized that Mingyu purposely left out some of the story's details to protect both of your images. You snickered at the watered-down version, as it didn't make any sense without more context. "Ah, he has nothing to be embarrassed about. I honestly don't care because he was drunk."
"He was drunk?" Eunchae screeched.
You winced, pushing her away from you. "He obviously can't say that he was drunk because it would raise too many rumors and problems. But yeah, Mingyu oppa was drunk which is why he hugged me and smelled me. I'm sure he wouldn't have acted like that if we met sober."
The maknae sighed enviously, sinking back into the couch cushions. "I wish he smelled me." She said wistfully.
You scrunched up your face before flicking her forehead. "Don't be weird, Eunchae."
"Oh, don't act as if you didn't smell him when he hugged you. I know you sniffed him like a police dog."
You scowled at her, simply standing up with a huff before leaving the dressing room to put on your microphones. Eunchae laughedâno cackled at your disdain as she followed you backstage, thrilled by how easy it was to push your buttons. All it took was a few snarky remarks before you were cursing her out for annoying you.
After the sound team attached your microphone accordingly, you began to pace around the back of the stage, mumbling the lyrics of Fearless under your breath despite performing it countless times and having it memorized weeks, maybe even months ago. However, singing the lyrics and (unnecessarily) pacing allowed you to ease the slightest bit of anxiety you had about performing. It only took you about a month of promotions for you to overcome the nerves of performing on stage but with Garamâs hiatus, it felt like you were back to square one. You simply needed to accept that this was going to be how your life would continue as an idol and that you couldn't have a panic attack every time you went on stage.
"No more losing, I'm ready for my payback, bring it right now to me, mm-mm-mm-mm, I'm fearless." You mumbled under your breath, cracking your fingers one by one as you paced back and forth.
"You're making me dizzy, Y/N," Chaewon said, growing dizzy from watching you move back and forth. "Get in position, we're going on in less than five minutes."
You immediately walked over to her and stood by Yunjin before mockingly saluting her. "Yes, ma'am."
The leader rolled her eyes before checking with the staff that the stage was prepared for you guys to perform. The stage crew was clearing off the stage for your performance as the group before you exited the stage.
One by one, the Bangtan members came leisurely strolling off the stage as if being at Music Bank was just another work day for themâwhich it wasâbut they no longer were nervous about performing. Nine years of being an idol must have paid off and you wondered if it would take you that long to be able to perform in front of hundreds of people without batting an eye. Even though they sang two new songs that they had yet to perform prior to Music Bank, they were unbothered, remaining calm and collected as they walked past you.
"Good luck, ladies." Jimin winked as he walked past the six of you, brushing his shoulder against yours before disappearing back to their dressing room.
You didnât even know that BTS had new songs to perform, let alone new songs to release. You and the other members were pleasantly delighted when they performed two new songs, realizing that it must be for their upcoming anniversary within the next week or so. It had been a while since they released any new songs and it was just in time for you as you were wrapping up listening to their discography.
âI hope they swept the stage today.â You remarked as you laid on the stage and fanned your hair out above you. âIâm not in the mood to dust the stage.â
âEw, Y/N, why would you say that?â Chaewon complained, standing up to see if the stage was dirty below her.
âYou have no reason to complain, unnie. Your hair doesn't go past your shoulder.â You quipped.
Your manager shushed the two of you and instructed Chaewon to lay down, muttering something about how you guys had to talk until the last second before the curtains went up. You shared one last look with her while settling on the stage, snickering to yourself.
It was weird with six people on the stage as opposed to seven. Even having one less person made the entire performance different and it was certainly bittersweet not having Garam beside you. It also didnât help that the remaining six of you split her lines amongst yourselves and every time you sang one of her lines, you couldn't help but feel as if you were betraying her. You had joked with the remaining members about receiving therapy after the controversy but now you were seriously considering it.
Every second that passed by increasingly became more difficult, as the reality of the situation began settling in. More likely than not, six members were going to be the future of Le Sserafim moving forward, and no matter how much Yoongi insisted that HYBE could cover up the scandal, you no longer believed him. You mustered your best smile for your ending fairy pose, even making a half-heart with your hand and placing it against your cheek. The second the cameras shut off, you dropped your hand as your smile immediately wiped off of your face. You heaved a sigh, following Sakura off the stage while trying to take off your microphone yourself.
"That was quite literally the hardest performance of my life."
"You can say that again."
"No kidding."
"Tattoo that across my forehead."
Before any of you fully stepped into your dressing room, you collapsed on the ground out of sheer exhaustion. You covered your eyes as you groaned loudly. Politely clasping your hands together, you placed them against your stomach and stared up at the ceiling to reflect on what happened since you woke up. Sakura laid down next to you, reaching over to grab your right hand before giving it a squeeze.
"Good job today, Y/Nie. You've been doing great lately."
"Oh? What's with the sudden compliment?"
She gave you a knowing look, immediately catching on with how you were deflecting the compliment because of the worries you had since the debut. "Y/N. It's okay to acknowledge that you've been doing a good job. You don't have to brush off every compliment, you know that right?"
You bit down on your lip, looking away from her and staring at the ceiling again. "I know but I feel like I could've done better."
Sakura sighed, brushing her hand through your hair and gently untangling all of the knots. "Well, I think you did amazing and I know for a fact that everybody else agrees with me. I hope you're as proud of yourself as I am of you."
You weakly smiled at her. "Thanks, unnie. I really appreciate it."
Before she could reply, a knock on the door startled the both of you out of your conversation. You quickly sat up, wondering who could possibly be visiting the group a mere few minutes after performing. Any team staff member simply walked into the room and the KBS workers really had no reason to be visiting so the two of you were extremely curious about who was knocking on the door.
"You've got to be kidding me." You mumbled, your mouth hanging ajar as you stood up from your place and moved further into the dressing room.
"Oh, annyeonghaseyo!"
You watched as your bandmates immediately greeted the Bangtan members while you reluctantly bowed, weary of their sudden presence. You were truly getting creeped out at the way they appeared wherever you were and while you brushed it off at first, it seemed too purposeful to be coincidental. You didn't want to assume but sometimes it felt like they were purposely going places where you were or made their way to bump into you. Part of you was still in denial because you seemed to be feeding into delusions.
"We just wanted to congratulate you on your debut since not all of us were at the party and also wanted to congratulate you for your promotions." Namjoon explained.
"Thank you so much." Chaewon bowed again.
"If you guys aren't busy or too tired, would you like to join us for dinner? We would love to treat all of you." Seokjin smiled.
You shared a glance with your group mates, wondering if anybody else found his request absurd but everybody else seemed shocked and excited. Eunchae gave you a knowing look, the point that she made after you first met your seniors coming to light but you ignored her, simply shaking your head to dismiss the burning question on her tongue.
"It would be an honor to have dinner with you guys." Yunjin replied.
"Perfect. Does anybody have a preference for what to eat?"
"Will you stop pinching yourself?" Kazhua smacked your hand away from your thigh, noticing the red marks beginning to bloom across your skin from the constant pinching.
You sheepishly smiled. "Sorry, I just can't believe this is real. Are we sure I'm not dreaming right now?"
"I can check by dumping your water on you."
"Never mind."
You were still in a state of disbelief despite sitting in the restaurant across from Jimin and Taehyung for the past half hour. The thirteen of you were sitting in a kalguksu restaurant per Yunjin's request, slurping away at your noodles while making small talk.
Namjoon and Chaewon had been caught up in a discussion about what to expect as a group leader alongside the hardships that come with it, as the latter had asked for advice on what it takes to be a good leader. The worry of being a leader was gradually growing, and with Garamâs scandal, you knew Chaewon felt she wasnât doing enough leader. She told you how she wanted to talk to HYBE's other group leaders to get advice on what it meant to be a good leader and move forward following the situation with Garam. In your opinion, you thought there was nobody better to ask than Namjoon, who had become a leader through a time of hardship and worked hard to help build BTS from the ground up. He was charismatic, wise, and caring, and words couldn't explain how he was perhaps the best leader in the K-pop sphere.
Eunchae, Yunjin, Jungkook, and Hoseok were talking about some dance-related topics that you tuned out long ago while Seokjin and Yoongi seemed interested in the many different lives Sakura lived before she debuted in Le Sserafim. Even after months of knowing Sakura, you struggled to keep up with what she did before joining the group and it was clear that she did more than the average person during her twenty-four years of living. It was amazing, really.
Jimin had trapped you and Kazhua in a conversation about ballet and contemporary dancing the minute you ordered your respective noodle dishes, eager to know about your careers. There weren't too many idols who had a background in ballet so he was excited to talk to people who ended their ballet career not too long ago. You had no idea why Taehyung was equally as engaged in the conversation nor did you know how he was extremely knowledgeable about ballet but it was nice having him in the conversation nonetheless. You quickly tuned back into the conversation, realizing that Jimin asked what your favorite performances were.
"I would have to say that The Nutcracker was my favorite performance by far. I had the role of Clara and the Sugar Plum Fairy and both were quite fun." Kazhua answered.
"Wow, those are both significant roles in the performance. That's an amazing feat." Jimin nodded his head, thoroughly impressed by how she landed such important roles.
"I miss The Nutcracker." You reminisced.
Kazhua scoffed, "You don't miss the performance, unnie, you miss Henry."
"You're right, I do miss him." You sighed dreamily.
The only time you had ever been envious of Kazhua being the Sugar Plum Fairy was when she was performing the Adagio from the Sugar Plum grand pas de deux. Her partner was a handsome ballerina named Henry, who was an amazing dancer and a mere two years older than you. It was his final year attending the Royal Ballet School when he performed with Kazhua so you never got the opportunity to do a piece with him. He transferred to Joffery Ballet School in New York and you hadn't seen him ever since but occasionally, you wondered how he was doing. He was the last person you had a crush on before solely focused on ballet and training for Le Sserafim since.
"I hope he's doing well. It was nice looking at him every day."
"Yeah, I'm sure he enjoyed you ogling at him every day."
"I did not ogle at him every day."
"Yes, you did."
"I'm sorry, who's Henry?" Taehyung intervened.
"The most handsome man to ever walk this planet."
The quick response caused him and Jimin to frown, displeased with how openly you discussed the adoration for the unknown man. Had you no shame?
"Hey, you can't be going around giving random men that title when I exist." Seokjin suddenly butted in, making you roll your eyes.
"This conversation doesn't involve you, Kim Seokjin-ssi." You emphasized his name to get your point across.
The eldest scoffed. "It does when you're discussing who the most handsome man is. Which is me, by the way."
Namjoon stuck his head into the conversation, appearing apologetic as he grabbed Seokjin by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Please forgive him, he inserts himself into any conversation that discusses one's looks. He's egotistical like that and doesn't know how to act."
"Excuse me?" Seokjin squawked, whipping his head to look over at Namjoon.
The four of you quickly looked away, choosing to ignore Seokjin angrily scolding Namjoon rather than get involved. You could hear the man ramble away, his voice getting louder and words becoming faster as he became more heated. Taehyung and Jimin smiled, leaning closer toward you and Kazhua in an attempt to mask what was happening beside the group.
"What's your favorite performance, Y/N?" Taehyung asked.
"Probably Swan Lake. It was a difficult performance but I enjoyed every single second of it." You answered.
Jimin nodded his head understandingly as if he had ever performed Swan Lake in his life. "I bet. Performing 32 fouettes in a row was extremely difficult."
You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly finding him suspicious. You don't recall ever telling him or anybody outside of Le Sserafim that you performed in Swan Lake let alone landed the role of Odile, the Black Swan. As far as you knew, there weren't any videos of the show anywhere on the internet so he must have had to search hard if he did end up watching it. "How did you know I was the Black Swan?"
"I searched it up, of course." He acted as if it was old news, causing your suspicions to grow even further.
"But there are no videos of it. You'd have to search for ages just to get a microwave-quality clip." You argued.
Jimin laughed, shaking his head. "Somebody uploaded the video a few weeks ago. I guess somebody who recorded the performance posted it once you debuted so they could get some views off of you."
You hummed, still weary of him regardless. "I see."
"What made you guys choose to be an idol over a ballerina? It seems like both of you had the potential for an extremely successful career."
That was probably the number one question you and Kazhua received whenever you met somebody. Why would you guys give up on a lifelong career and start anew going into adulthood?
"For me, I was always wanted to be an idol deep down inside. I never went for it at a younger age because of ballet but when I was given the opportunity to audition, I just went for it. I honestly did not see myself where I am right now."
"Me too, I was always adamant about remaining a ballerina for the rest of my life but one day I discovered K-pop and now I'm eating dinner with two members of BTS." Kazhua added.
Your mouth dropped open as your eyes widened, turning your head to look at Kazhua. "Wow, you described my life perfectly. That's exactly what happened to me."
The two of you burst into a fit of giggles much to the confusion of the men across from you. While neither of them understood why you two were laughing over your sudden change in careers, Taehyung and Jimin were simply relieved that you decided to audition to be an idol, further grateful that Source Music had chosen you to be part of Le Sserafim's lineup. The more they heard your backstory prior to your debut, the more they felt like it was fate for them to meet you; almost like it was meant to be.
"It must've been hard having to give up ballet after working so hard towards it." Taehyung pouted while Jimin nodded his head in agreement with the same expression.
Kazhua slowly nodded her head as well but felt as if she wasn't supposed to be answering what he said. His statement seemed completely directed toward you and she was beginning to feel left out. Ever since they decided to sit across from you and struck up a conversation, she felt herself being pushed to the side as the night progressed. You weren't oblivious to what was happening and constantly pulled her back into the conversation but there was only so much you could do. She could finally see what Eunchae met after she had first met the Bangtan members with you; how they all showed extreme interest and were quite clearly attempting to flirt with you. Kazhua didn't believe it at first until witnessing it firsthand. She didn't know whether or not to find their behavior strange.
"Kang Juha is my number one girl always. We go way back."
You tossed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to you before placing a dramatic kiss on her head. Kazhua's hand immediately flew to her head as she moved away, smacking you on the shoulder embarrassedly.
"Unnie!" She hissed.
"Kang Juha?" Jimin echoed.
You smiled, "Don't you like the Korean name I gave her? She looks like she would come from the Kang lineage."
"No, she looks like a Lee." Taehyung mused.
You booed, "Lame. That's part of the big 3, that's too basic."
He scoffed, genuinely offended and displeased by your jab. "What's wrong with Lee? That means you think Jiminie and I have a basic last name because we're Park and Kim."
"You thought correctly."
Their loud gasps startled not only you and Kazhua but the rest of the table, causing the two of you to turn your heads in embarrassment. Taehyung and Jimin ignored them, beginning to berate you for the insult on their last name as if they were going to war to protect their identity. You easily retaliated, growing heated the further along the conversation went. In any other situation, you would stop yourself from talking back to your seniors but you also felt as if you were going to war defending the Korean name you thought of for Kazhua (who was watching the quarrel in amusement).
She remained silent, once again observing the interaction from a distance. She noticed over the past month or so how much closer you were becoming to the Bangtan members. Every time you saw them, you seemed to open up a bit more and what was typically a junior-senior relationship between idol groups seemed to be turning into a close friendship. Kinda strange considering how busy the group tended to be if she had to be honest, but she also wasn't surprised after learning that you were an extrovert and extremely good at making friends.
Though she was oblivious to the fact that you were becoming friends with the wrong people under HYBE and that perhaps BTS was the one group you should steer yourself clear from.
Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).
âĄïž pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
âĄïž genre: friends with benefits to lovers, college au, smut
âĄïž word count: 2.9k
âĄïž warnings: pussy drunk jk because there's no way he wouldn't be, jk's a simp, they're kinda corny but whatever i like that about them, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), cunnilingus, handjob, overstimulation, cum eating.
a.n.: jk in a tank + hooded jacket has me acting up bruh, quick put me in jail âŒïž
literally wrote this in one night send help. as always, don't thank me đ please, tell me if you liked it or not đ«¶
"Stop..." You whine, gripping his hair in your fists. "Jungkookie!" You insist even more as you try to push his head away from the area between your legs, but Jungkook doesn't budge an inch. You squirm around and cry pathetically, but it doesn't alert him at all.
He keeps licking and slurping until no arousal is left, but more always comes out of your hole, so he continues and continues... Oh, you wonder how this man can be so hungry even after eating the whole plate he ordered. You told him to not follow you into the bathroom, but Jungkook never listens, does he?
You pull on his black locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.
He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.
You're so overstimulated, but his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud have you over the edge again. It hurts badly good. Does it even make sense? Whatever, it makes sense to you.
You two hooking up in a bathroom while your friends are waiting outside is bad, while having Jungkook's head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man is good. A little too good.
You place a hand behind you on the counter, the other holding tightly his hair in your fist, not caring if you pull too harshly. If his scalp stings, it's in no comparison to the heavy pulsations in your clit.
"Jungkook, fuck," you curse, throwing your back against the wall, just beside the mirror. "God, this is too much!" You yelp and close your legs, pushing his head away from your drenched pussy.
He doesn't fight back and he peeks out from between your thighs, looking up at you. Your heart skips a beat when you see his face and how messy he looks because of you.
His lips and chin are glistening in your juices, tongue darting out to lick them clean. Some of his curls are broken, hair tousled around, and you really can tell you were pulling on them seconds ago. Just the thought that his face was buried between your legs, insanely making out with your cunt, makes your stomach clench.
How can he be so passionate about something that isn't even his? He's really trying hard to make you fall in love with him and you have to admit he's doing good so far. If dating Jungkook means receiving head everyday you might stop rejecting him and consider letting him have a chance.
But you don't feel like it right now, even though he's treating you like a real princess. Being chased is really fun, you're about to become addicted to that treatment.
"Just a little bit more, okay, baby? Just another one, let me do that, please," he begs, but in the end he always does whatever he wants to you. You rarely say no to him and his filthy mouth, and even if you would say no, you doubt he would listen.
"My clit will fall out," you sigh, so weak against his pleas. Nonetheless, you slowly pull your legs apart, revealing your core to him again, totally at the mercy of his insatiable hunger.
He looks at your crotch, pouting slightly, showing a bit of compassion. But him having pity for you doesn't mean he'll stop, oh no, not at all.
"Don't say that," he scolds, staring at your swollen clit. "It'll feel really good, I promise, baby," he coos and you can only believe him. He softly blows on your sensitive bud, making you flinch, and a smug smirk appears on his face.
"Okay..." You capitulate, gasping when his mouth finds its spot on your pussy a second time.
On the other hand, there are your nipples, hard and puffy, wanting Jungkook's attention badly. You wish he would focus on something else than your cunt, but he's stubborn and when he wants something, he has it.
You play with your nipples through the material of your dress since you decided to not wear a bra today. You pinch and pull on them, moaning sweetly as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens with Jungkook's ministrations.
His strong and veiny hands hold up your thighs while he enters and exits your pussy with his sturdy tongue, his big nose brushing against your clit so deliciously.
You can't believe he uses his nose voluntarily, actually knowing it's doing something, unlike most men who literally have no idea what they are doing with their hands and mouth. Jungkook is so passionate about cunnilingus, you're lucky to have him, honestly.
"Close," you warn him hurriedly, scrunching your eyes shut as you feel your high approaching really soon. It's going to be intense, you sense it. It burns in your belly, it twists and it tightens, making you go crazy over Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, Kookie, please!"
You rub your pussy in his face and he groans deeply, appreciating your enthusiasm for his incredible skills. He hears you and fastens the pace of his tongue, moving his head from side to side, his nose pressing against your clit.
Your orgasm shoots through you and you moan out your pleasure, cumming hard on Jungkook's tongue. He hums contently as your thighs shake beside his head, his hand palming your soft flesh, leaving beautiful marks behind.
You come down from your high, letting out a long sigh, totally pleased with what just happened. He licks you clean, collecting your arousal on his tongue and drinking it as if it was pure water.
He stands up when he's finished, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You look absolutely dead, which is understandable after Jungkook just forced three orgasms out of your poor body.
He looks satisfied, and you wonder if he's still hungry. He probably is, which would be insane, but what's not crazy with this man.
He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, tasting yourself on his tongue, fighting for dominance as you let him have it. After all, you're too tired to fight for anything.
Though you're exhausted, the bulge in his pants catches your attention. He presses it against you and you feel it really clearly, erected and hard just for you.
You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you slide off the countertop. "What do we do about that?" You purr, sneaking a hand between your two bodies and reaching his hard cock trapped in his jeans.
He hisses, grabbing your wrist as if to remove your hand, but he keeps it there, even though he's really sensitive. "We leave it as it is," he says seriously and you frown, a pout forming on your lips.
"Oh, don't be a gentleman, Kook," you reply quickly, determined to return the favour. "Let me suck your dick, please. I'll be such a good girl," you insist and he can't refuse you.
"I'm all yours, then," he grins, letting go of your wrist.
You push him against the nearest wall and you drop on your knees instantly. Your bones hitting the floor tile isn't gentle, but you'll suffer through any pain if it means sucking this pretty man's dick. Right, maybe you're a little whipped for Jungkook, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it...?
You stroke him over his pants, feeling his length and his girth under all those pieces of clothes. You extend your arm to reach the zipper of his hooded jacket, tugging it down open. You look up at him while doing so, noticing his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He's focused on your movements, watching your hands on him as if it's a movie, wanting to remember each second of it.
You go under his white tank top, running your delicate fingers over his abs, loving the feeling of his muscles under your palm. They tense a little bit at your contact and you can't help but smile, enjoying how much Jungkook isn't indifferent to your touch at all.
"Stop playing," he breathes out, wanting you to get your hands on what's really aching right now.
"I'm sorry," you apologize in a low tone, even though you don't really feel bad for him. He gave you three orgasms one after the other without listening to your complaints, didn't he?
You finally free his cock out, this one springing out excitedly, standing tall against his stomach. Jungkook releases a breath of relief, burying his tattooed fingers in your hair by reflex. You don't mind the pulling, you love it, in fact. It tells you he's enjoying himself and it reminds you he still has control over your actions.
"You know what happens to bad girls, sweetheart," he says and it sounds like a warning. A quite exciting warning, you won't lie. "Make me proud and act good," Jungkook orders from above, your eyes up on him as you nod your head in response.
Your gaze shifts down to his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein along it. You lick your lips, now understanding the hunger Jungkook felt when he had your pussy in his face. The eagerness to please him is real.
You wrap your fingers around him, liking how stiff he feels under your palm, and put his leaking tip into the warmth of your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, his head rolling back and hitting the wall behind. He closes his eyes, feeling every inch of his length that enters your mouth. "So fucking good."
As he praises you like you're nothing less than a goddess, you swallow his dick, exactly the way he likes it, the way he showed you. You breathe through your nose, Jungkook being specially big for your mouth, but you surely won't give up so soon.
You said you'll pay him back and you stick to your words. Especially after those fantastic orgasms he gave you tonight.
You palm gently his balls â which he's really sensitive to â while you start bobbing your head over him. Your eyes are quick to water and you blink to pry the tears away, unbothered if your makeup gets smudged. You hear deep moans and groans from Jungkook, telling how good you're being.
You keep your tongue flat underneath him and hollow your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head over his cock as he watches it disappear and reappear between your lips.
He's entirely coated in your spit, length glistening under the bathroom's lights as you bounce your head over him. The situation feels really filthy and the fact that you're in a restaurant, your friends probably wondering what's taking you both so long, is making everything more arousing.
Jungkook didn't even hesitate when he discreetly followed you to the toilet, locking the door before sneaking his large hands under the skirt of your dress. You've let him touch you, let him sit you down on the sink counter, let him slide your panties off. And you don't regret it.
You're even grateful he followed you because now you have to listen to his beautiful moans like it's a melody and suck his dick like it's a cherry lollipop â your favourite.
"Let me... Let me," he rasps out, swallowing to ease his dried throat. You glance up at him when you hear him begin to talk, wondering what he has to say. "Ask you out on a date," he finishes and the lopsided smile on his face has your stomach fluttering.
You pull him out with a 'pop', stroking his wet cock as you collect your thoughts. Is he really asking you out right now? As you're sucking the soul out of him?
"Aren't we already on a date?" You wonder, knowing it's not the answer he wants. You're just not totally ready to give a response to that, not even think about it. You prefer to avoid, prefer to tease.
He frowns cutely, passing his fingers through your tangled hair. He wets his pink lips and looks at you as he reflects, shaking his head. "This isn't a date," he replies. "I want to be with you, only you, baby."
He's referring to your night out with your friends, explaining a real date will be you as his only company. He sounds sure of himself, completely convinced that what he wants and needs is a date with you.
Somewhere you'd choose because he believes the place doesn't matter as long as you're happy with it. Somewhere he can learn more about you, more about your personality and the people you love. He wants to get to know you, know how much sugar you put in your coffee and know if you take your shower in the morning or at night.
He wants to know the simple and the difficult things.
Everything. He wants you to tell him everything about you because he's absolutely in love. Stupidly, drunkly in love with you.
"I want to know you," he confesses and you swear your heart just did a jump in your chest.
"You know me more than anybody else, Jungkook," you flirt, smiling as you stroke him gently, elongating the pleasure. "In every way and angle possible."
It makes him chuckle, his eyes blown out in lust. He shows his cute bunny teeth, a smile you realize you don't want to lose â yes, even when giving him a handjob.
"Let me have my chance, you won't regret it," Jungkook promises, his thumb passing over your cheek, leaving your poor heart incredulous, but still wanting to believe every single word that escapes his mouth.
You don't respond right away, a bit lost in your own thoughts. You've only said good things about Jungkook since you started hooking up and all of your girlfriends are team Jungkook since the beginning. You've even lost the count of his green flags.
Maybe you should let yourself be more vulnerable and be open with him about your feelings. You realize that all this time the one you weren't trusting with your emotions was you, not him.
"I'll fuck you right every day, you'll just have to ask," he adds on and you roll your eyes playfully, smiling at his silly words. "Even on the week-ends. Especially Sunday," he smirks, saying everything to convince you, even what seems stupid because at this point, he knows you've already fell for him.
You swallow him in a swift motion, lubricating his cock more as there was a bit less saliva left on him. You pull out and start pumping him again.
"Why Sundays?" At your question he grins even more, as if he knows his answer will please you.
"Because it's the day of the week you hate the most," he explains, biting down on his bottom lip as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten. "Gonna make it the one you love the most."
You can't help but grin back, connecting your gaze with him. You break eye-contact to tilt your head down and take him back into your mouth. He takes a hold of your hair again and his grip is rough, making your scalp burn.
You whine around him, sucking him like there's no tomorrow. He quickly comes close to his high, saying a bunch of profanity under his breath. He directs the movements of your head, making you take all of him at once, then sliding back up to just have the tip in your mouth.
"Shit, baby," he slurs out, wet curly bangs covering his forehead. His big brown eyes don't leave you, watching you like you're a living piece of art. "Gonna cum, don't stop," he announces and you doubt you'll stop with his hand behind your head, controlling each one of your moves.
You hum around him and place your hands on his strong thighs, sensing his muscles tensing up as he comes undone in you. He steadies your head over him, nose pressed down on his shaved pelvis.
He softly moans, pink lips parting to let the sounds out. He fills your mouth up with his cum, cock twitching as he spills everything he can in you.
He carefully slips out of your mouth and you don't wait to swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to prove him. He smiles, patting your head gently. "What a good girl," he compliments, satisfied with your instant obedience.
You stand up on sore legs as Jungkook stuff himself back in his pants, pulling the zipper of his jeans up. He replaces his tank top over his stomach, covering the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that peaks out.
He brings you closer to him by the waist and you giggle, playing with his silver chain he wears around his neck. "What do you say?"
You sigh, pretending like he annoys you, but your smile totally betrays you. "One date," you accept and he's about to kiss you, but you stop him before he can. "But I chose where we go... and you can't follow me to the bathroom anymore!"
Jungkook chuckles, cupping your jaw and giving you a kiss on the lips. "Deal." As you're about to go back to your table, he hands you something and your eyes widen when you see your panties. "Don't forget that, I'm the only one allowed to see what's under that pretty dress."
You take back your underwear, stepping into the holes then sliding them up your legs. "Shut up," you quickly say before exiting the bathroom, Jungkook behind you.
If there was one thing about you, it was your crazy love for coffeeâwith oat milk, no sugar and two shots of espresso to be exact.
So, when Jungkook, had slept over after the little argument the previous night, and with your parents conveniently away for the weekend, you knew you had a whole day to yourselves.
Now, Jungkook being Jungkook, takes it upon himself to plan the perfect date-day. On the top of his list? coffee.
"Fuck" Jungkook rubs his eyesâIt's no surprise that the day had to begin with Jungkook waking up at the ass crack of dawn. Damn you for being an early bird, so he had to set him alarm as quiet as possible and to 5am.
"They use the perfect amount of milk" you nod your head taking a sip of your coffee "I've tried to google what milk they use but I think it's a secret or something, I wanted to order some for myself" he remembers you saying
With this in mind, he ordered your favorite coffee and an Americano for himselfâmaking sure the barista used the right amount of milk as he eyed him carefully, ready to say something if the coffee didn't look perfect
He could tell why you liked this place so much, it was very...pink
Safely placing the coffee in the trunk of his Harley, the engine's sound matched the beat of his heart as he drove back to your place, taking him around 10 minutes.
It was now around 5.45 am and he prayed you weren't awake yet, wanting to surprise you with the coffee and snacks he'd stopped by to get at a convenience store.
Removing his helmet, he stood in front of your balcony, reality hitting him as he realized he had to climb the tree again. The only problem? Carrying the snacks and coffee without spilling them.
"The things I do for you, sugar" he sighed, making a bee line to your porch and unlocking the door with a trick he learned from someone he'd rather not mention.
Once inside, he quickly searched for your room, as this was the first time he was actually in your house instead of just climbing up the tree to your balcony. So, after a few failed attemptsâaccidentally opening your parents roomâhe finally found the right door opening it as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb you.
Carefully placing the items on the desk in front of the TV, he smiled. "Fuck yeah"
"Kook?" You ask, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
Fuck. He thinks to himself, frowning
He had planned to wake you up personally, maybe with a kiss or two, but fuck it, this will do. "Good morning, Sugar," he says, "sleepyhead" he adds flashing a smile, as he waits for you to fully open your eyes and take in the goods he got for you two.
His arms are crossed, muscles bulging and tattoos more noticeable than usual. What a sigh to wake up to
"Did you-" you frown "What's this for?" You laugh yawning right after due to still being sleepy
"Uh," he scratches the back of his head "fuck, I realized I should have texted you before just showing up yesterday?" He starts, sounding a bit confused, if there was one thing about Jungkookâhe was horrible at apologies
"I mean, you were right, your mom could have caught us, and I'm sorry," he finishes, nodding towards the breakfast he bought. "So, to make it up to you, I decided to grab us some breakfast."
You smile and shake your head. "You really didn't have to do that."
"But I wanted to," he interjects. "LookâI basically got everything that looked yummy from the convenience store, even those weird strawberry fruit sandwiches everyone seems to be obsessed with" he scoffs "I mean, seriously, what's the hype with this? They probably taste like airâ" he starts to ramble, but he stops abruptly when he locks eyes with your amused expression
"Sorry" he laughs but you shrug, putting your hair into a temporary bun
"You're fine, I was thinking we'd have pancakes for breakfast, but this looks way better actually" you giggle, standing up and walking over to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Did you wash your face yet?" You ask poking his cheek pursing your lip
"No..." he looks down "I had to hurry, I didn't want you to wake up while I was still gone" he explains and you let it slide
"Mh" you hum giving him a small side eye laughing, tugging on his shirt as you look up at him "would you have done it if you were in no hurry?" You ask teasingly only to earn a small poke of his finger in your rib, making you sqeak.
You steal a quick glance at each other, the tension from yesterday's argument still somehow in the air. You can't help but bite your lip and look down, feeling a little embarrassed about your outburst. You clear your throat, trying to find the right words.
"Hey, Kook, I didn't mean to yell at you yesterday," you whisper softly, reaching out to hold his hand gently. Your fingers play with the rings on his fingers, a habit you've grown used to. "I could make up some excuse like it was because of my mom or I was having a bad day, but that's not fair. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, and I'm...just really sorry"
Could you be any more angelic? Jungkook thinks to himself
You can't help but pout a bit, feeling genuinely bad. Placing his hand on your cheek, Jungkook gives you a reassuring smile
"It's alright, really" he says, his voice understanding. "Let's just forget about it, 'kay? No hard feelings. I'm not mad at you, and I hope you're not mad at me either." He chuckles softly
Nodding in agreement, you look up at him "Yeah, no hard feelings," you reply, copying his words
"Good"
"Now, how about we have breakfast. I'm hungry, and I bet you are too." He playfully nudges you, and you can't help but giggle
"Eating sounds fantastic, actually" you agree, feeling the warmth of his hand against your cheek
Breakfast turns out to be quite good and you find yourself eating the strawberry sandwiches while Jungkook jokingly complains about how they taste like air.
You can't help but chuckle at his way of teasing you. More for you, you think with a grin
"You know, my Mom and Dad left for the US last night" you casually mention, munching on your food
"I know, your mom was practically knocking down the door yesterday" he teases. Your eyes widen at his comment, "wha-" but before you can speak any further, he places a finger on your lips, grinning
"I'm kidding," he whispers, and you can't help but hit his chest, "But seriously, it's nice to have some freedom, even if it's just for a little while."
Freedom...yeah, maybe you can finally ask Jungkook...what you've been meaning to ask him
"We should make the most of it,"
Jungkook's eyes light up with curiosity. "Oh? What do you have in mind?" he asks, intrigued as he sips on his coffee and finishes his fourth sandwich, he wasn't lying when he said he needed to eat more these days...
"Well-uh-oh..." you trip on your words as you take a sip of your own drink and purse your lips "well actually-no it's nothing" you tap out, a bit too embarrassed to ask him
Frowning Jungkook looks at you, mimicking your pursed lips "you can tell me" he shrugs "its okay if you want to spend time with your secret boyfriend" he sighs dramatically earning a laugh from you
"You're a pain" you mutter pouting now "I was just wondering if I could...well if we could do something at your place?" You whisper the last parts as you avert your gaze "im just really curious" you add
Jungkook hums, his eyebrows raising "Mhh, you wanna? I just figured you preferred your place since... you know, we always did stuff closer to your home in case you needed to head back," he explains with a casual shrug toying with the lighter in his pocket "its a bit messy too"
You give it a moment's thought, realizing he's right. "Yeah, that's true. But... visiting your place sounds like fun too. Messy or not, who cares?" You smile
He smirks, giving you a light nudge. "I usually dont give a fuck about the mess either, but when its my girl visiting? I wanna make a good impression on her" He teases
You raise a brow
"It's not that bad, I promise," he retorts, laughing. "You know, it'll be more fun with you around anyway," he adds with a wink
You smile contentedly as you get up to put on some actual clothes, taking your time to pick out a nice outfit
Jungkook watches you with careful eyes, his gaze never leaving you. There's something about you that makes him want to protect you, to shield you from the world. He watches you intently, in case you trip or stumble, ready to catch you in case you fall
Retrieving your makeup stuff and bringing it back to the table with a small mirror, you arrange them neatly in front of you.
"Actually, one more thing," he says, rubbing the back of his head in an endearing way "I hope you don't mind dogs. Remember how I told you about Bam? He usually stays at my grandparents' home, but they can't take care of him right now, so he's at mine again," he explains, "I hope that's fine with you..."
You can't help but smile at his concern, "Of course, I don't mind at all," you reply warmly. "Bam sounds adorable, and I'm totally cool with dogs" you shrug bouncing your legs a bit, even more excited now
Jungkook's face lights up "totally cool?" He repeats in the same tone as you, there was nothing that brought him more joy than teasing you, it was just way too easy
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"You really need to stop smoking so much Kook" you pout, sitting on the back of his Harley still in front of your home, swinging your legs and enjoying the warmth of his leather jacket. "That's your first one today?" you raise an eyebrow asking
"Yeah, it is," Jungkook replies, letting out a cloud of smoke and then taking another drag, scrolling through his phone, answering or ignoring texts from his friends "why?"
"I'm just worried...Smoking's not good for you," you mutter, looking down, your lips forming a pout. You didn't mean to annoy himâit's just that you never quite got why people smoke
Jungkook lets out a sigh, taking another drag from his cigarette. He decides to brush off your commentâhe's well aware that smoking isn't the smartest of habits, but it helps him relax, even in nice moments like this
"Kook..." you sigh
"Damn, I'm not fuckin stupid okay?" Jungkook groans, crushing the cigarette under his boot. "I know what I'm doing," he says, gently tilting your chin up with his fingers watching your eyes avoid his
That hurt
"I'm sorry" he throws his head back, "fuck I'm sorry don't get sad, sugar"
You hum "its okay", opting not to say anything more, which makes Jungkook let out a sigh. He hands you his spare helmet, "Put that on, yeah" He pokes your cheek as he scoots you back a bit on the bike to make room for himself.
"Can you help me?" you shyly ask, causing Jungkook to smirk. "Sure," he responds, helping you, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you. "Ready?" he asks, starting up the engine
You nod
Before he starts driving off, though, he lets out a sigh, turning back to you with his face concealed by the helmet, not too far from yours. You raise an eyebrow, but he just...stares at you. You give him a smile, but he keeps looking at you, turning back after a few seconds
You don't question it, he's been acting a bit weird ever since the Namsan Tower incident
Suddenly, he reaches back, grabbing your hands from behind, and guides them around his waist
"Tighter" he tells you, voice firm. You scoot forward, following his word, before he finally starts driving off
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The wind gently blows through your hair, and you can feel the cool air on your face and the tousling of your hair. You've been on this bike before, and each time, you find yourself growing more used to the rush of adrenaline that comes with riding it.
It's a feeling of freedomâit's new
With your arms tightly wrapped around Jungkooks waist, you lean your head against his shoulder, as best as you can at least, taking in the scenery around you.
You observe the way Jungkook concentrates while he drives, gripping the handles with his leather clad knuckles, and you find it almost fascinating. Lately, you've been noticing that you've been more desperate to see him, and you've been longing for him more than you did just a few weeks ago.
After 15 minutes you finally reach Jungkook's place, and he parks the bike in the garage of his apartment building before helping you down and taking off your helmet. "Good?" He asks holding you in place since he knows how dizzy you get.
You nod "Yeah, good"
Placing both helmets back into the bike trunk, Jungkook lets out a small sigh, fixing his hair. "Again, it's a bit messy,"
"Jungkook, I'll survive it," you respond with a laugh, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. You purposely use his full name to emphasize your seriousnessâor the lack thereof. Messy or not, you're just curious
"I'm just saying, if you see a dead rat laying-" he starts, but you don't let him finish, hitting his chest to stop him. "That's disgusting, Kook! Don't even say that!" you exclaim, cringing at the thought, gagging a bit
As you both make your way towards the elevator, Jungkook casually presses the 24 button, indicating the floor you're heading to. "You live pretty high up," you mention. With your hands intervened, you swing them back and forth, occasionally stealing glances at each other in the elevator's mirror. Fixing your makeup a bit, you catch Jungkook gazing at you, and his smile growing wider
"Yeah, it's the last floor, I own a penthouse," Jungkook mentions as he watches the elevator door open.
"A penthouse? look at you, living the high life" you tease, giving him a nudge with your shoulder. "I'm excited to see the view from up there" you say with widened eyes as you follow Jungkook into the living room, you notice how it's both luxurious, boy-ish (?) And definitely owns a touch of Jungkook.
The living room feels cosy and warm, and the scent of his cologne lingers in the air. You can't help but feel comforted, this place was like hugging Jungkook without him having to be there.
"Okay it's not as messy than you let on," you say, looking at his living room with curious eyes. We're those motorcycle magazines on the desk? Cute
You knew that Jungkook has several interests like his bike, boxing, and just staying fit in general, but seeing him incorporate them into his home makes you feel giddy
He laughs, running his hand softly against your back "Alright, alright, I might've exaggerated it a bit"
You noticed some random clothes and plates lying around. Clearly, he got too lazy to put them away, but despite the slight mess, the place looked cozy and comfortable, just a big contrast to your own room.
"I didn't really think this through. What do we do now?" feeling a bit awkward, you muttered to yourself as you took a seat on the couch, removing a sweater that layed on it.
Jungkook hummed as he removed his leather jacket and sat next to you, pulling you onto his lap. "Usually when I bring girls over, I know exactly what to do," he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, which earns him a hit on his chest from you.
"Ugh, you're such a pervert," you roll your eyes
"Hey, I didn't say we had to do that, unless you want to," he smirks.
Settling on his lap, you remove one of his rings, placing it on your own finger "looks better on me" you tease but jungkook just goes, "you can have it,"
Shaking your head you blush "I was just messing around." You nervously chuckle and hand the ring back to him quickly.
"You know, I got this after winning my first fight." He starts fiddling with the ring in his hand, adding, "Won ten grand and blew it all on jewelryâgot this ring and Bams collar." He nods, sitting up straighter, clearing his throat, "By the way, Bam's in my room. Wanna go say hi?"
You can't help but smile at that
"Please," you practically plead, getting up from his lap and reaching out to grab his much bigger hand.
But then, it suddenly hits youâyou don't even know where his room is. You can't help but let out a little giggle as you turn to him "Actually, you lead the way." You smile, and Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head as he starts walking towards his room
As he opens the door, you're greeted by the sight of his dog, cooing at his cuteness.
"Bam, sit," he commands in a much deeper voice, and you're left in awe as you watch the dog obediently follow his orders.
"Wow, you've got him under control, huh?" you clap your hands, leaning against the doorframe and glancing between the dog and his room
Speaking of his roomâit's a bit messy too, a few shirts and boxer shorts laying around here and there. Your eyes sparkle with delight as you notice a selfie you both took a few weeks back, printed out and sitting neatly on his nightstand
"So you printed it out huh?" you ask, picking up the photo and holding it up. "That was such a fun day" you say biting your lip, remembering how you got ice cream together and Jungkook dropped his not even 5 minutes after buyig it.
Jungkook smiles at the memory, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat
Sitting down on his messy bed Bam immediately makes his way over to you, licking your legs and resting his head on your lap "he's so cute" you whisper, patting his head in adoration
"Yeah" jungkook nods looking at your two "not as cute when he gets mad though, hes trained to protect" Jungkook adds and you nod
"You must be a proud dad then" you say watching Bam head back to his cage, laying down and closing his eyes
"Who takes care of him when you're gone?" Lying down on his bed you close your eyes waiting for Jungkooks reply
"My housekeeper or grandparents, depends on where he is" Jungkook responds, walking over to you, his hands wandering over your exposed tummy as he lays beside you
You lay there in silence, with Jungkook by your side, taking in the moment and trying to process everything that has happened over the morningâthe shared breakfast, bike ride, and kisses. Your mind races with thoughts and feelings, not just good ones.
You were actually dating this man, and right now was one of those moments where it just felt too real
After a while of cuddling in bed, Jungkook's arm around your shoulder and your eyes closed, he breaks the silence with a question that catches you off guard.
"What did you and your mom argue about last night?" he asks, his hand coming down to caress your cheek.
You take a deep breath and open your eyes. The memory of it flooding your mind, and you can't help but feel frustration wash over your endtire body.
You hesitate for a moment, not really wanting to talk about it, but you know that Jungkook only cares about you and wants to know.
You start to explain, slowly at first, but soon find yourself pouring out all the details of the argumentâhow your mom was upset about wound, how she accused you of not trying hard enough, how you felt like you could never live up to her expectations.
"It's not as dramatic as it sounds" you try to downplay but deep down you and him both know that it was
As you speak, Jungkook listens carefully, his expression one of concern and and slight anger. When you finish, he pulls you closer to him, kissing your cheek. "You want me to be honest?" he murmurs against your cheek, asking
You tilt your head towards him, finally opening your eyes again to look jnto his eyes "well now I'm scared" you pout, smiling weakly.
"I think your mom's fucking horrible," he starts, sitting up a bit and manhandling you up with him so that you'd look him in the eyes.
You heart skips a beat as you try to process his words. His concerned gaze locks with yours, and you feel that fluttery feeling in your chestâthe one you got before auditions.
You try to look unaffected, but your reaction must have been pretty obvious because Jungkook shakes his head gently, his expression softening
"take a breath," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "I just don't think you fully realize how much your moms fucking with your head."
he's not holding back, is he? You think to yourself
Taking a breath you furrow your brows "jungkook I don't think you should...get involved in this" you sigh
He takes a breath, gently wrapping his arms around you in a hug, pulling you on his lap but you back off, nervous. It's like his touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your heart racing even faster now.
His brows furrow, surprised at your rejection if his affection, where you mad?
He's there for you, and you know you can trust him, but this was definitely not a soft approach to the situation
As he continues, his tone becomes more soothing "sugar" he sighs, "Hey baby, please don't shut down on me now" he sighs, gently touching your cheek
You find yourself torn between wanting to defend your mom and accepting that there might be someâa lotâof truth in his words
"I don't think you understand kook" you sigh, grabbing his hand away from your face "this is not about her messing with my head" you start "It's about me being stupid and continuing to hurt myself when I know it's bad for me"
Jungkook's frustration was palpable as he gased intensely at you, his piercing eyes revealing concern and annoyance.
The air in the room seemed to thicken by the second as both of you grow agitated with each other. "I mean, seriously, are you just pretending, or do you actually believe everythingyour mom tells you?" he asks, his words hitting you like a ton of bricks
You couldn't help but feel a knot forming in your stomach as you tried to find the right words to say
"Sugar, please open your fucking eyes," he scoffed, continuing, "your mom is some weird witch trying to live her dream through you." The words stung, but there was a truth to them that you couldn't deny
You shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet his intense gaze as you bite your lip. Your relationship with your mother had always been complicated, filled with both love and hate. She had pushed you relentlessly to pursue a certain path, one that didn't go with your true dreams.
And you spent years trying to live up to her expectations, believing that your happiness could only be achieved by fulfilling her dreams, by becoming a ballerina.
Jungkook tries to calm you down, his hand reaching to your your own but you pull away, unwilling to let your emotions come up in front of him. You didn't want to break in front of him
"You don't know what you're talking about, you barely know her," you muttered under your breath, your voice shaky
His hand brushed against yours again, a gentle attempt to offer comfort, but you twitch, backing away "I don't want to talk about this right now," you mumbled, trying to keep your composure, but tears were threatening to spill
Jungkook could sense your pain, "It's okay to let it out, you know," he said softly, "youre not alone anymore."
"I don't want to talk about this," you repeat, hoping that he'd understand. You didn't want to burden him or anyone else with your troubles "Please don't make me talk about this," you cried, your voice finally cracking
Jungkook hesitates, torn between wanting ti help you and respecting your boundaries
He couldn't help but feel frustrated as well, why weren't you letting him help you? He was your boyfriend, it was his job to protect you
"Fuck" he curses under his breath, standing up and watching as you curl up in his bed, hugging one of his pillows
Without a single word he leaves the room, leaving you alone in his bedroom, crying.
He wasnt perfect, of course he shouldn't have done his, but what else was he supposed to do? You weren't letting him in, you were shutting him out
-
The gym was loud with the familiar sounds of clinking weights, loud machines, and the sound of feet on treadmills. It was always a full place, wether it was the holidays or not and today was no exception.
He could feel the weight of the glances thrown his way. Being practically famous came with its downsides, and one of them was the constant attention, especially at his gym
He was well aware that his looks didn't go unnoticed either, adding another annoying point to the curious glances he received. But, Jungkook had grown used to these, learning to remain normal by the stares and whispers
Without sparing them a glance, he made a beeline for the changing rooms. The gym was his escape, a place where he could focus on himselfâlet off some steam like right now, away from the noise
"Hey, isn't that Jungkook?"
"Yeah, he looks familiar. I thought he only came in the mornings or late at night...whats he doing here at 2pm"
"Must be nice to afford a private room here."
"He looks kinda mad..."
These comments were not unusual, but they still tugged at a nerveâespecially that last one. Yes he was fucking madâat himself and at...just fucking everything.
It was frustrating to see you cry and not being able to do anything about it
"Damn," he cursed under his breath, he knew that getting upset wouldn't change anythingâbut it'll make him stronger, maybe break the punching bag like last time
He wasn't embarrassed, he didn't even apologise to the gym, he simply gave them the money they needed for a new one and moved on
Arriving at the changing room, be tossed his gym bag into a corner, quickly getting dressed in his workout clothes. He didn't even bother to greet some of his friends who passed by
Stepping out onto the gym floor, ready to let out his frustration, he notices Wendy and her gang trying to sneak glances at him from afar, giggling when he locks eyes with them
"He looked at me!"
"No idiot! He looked at me!"
"Back off losers" Wendy scoffs "he was totally checking me out"
Choosing a spot away from them, he began his workout, loud grunts leaving his lips.
With each hit, each grunt, he felt his anger build and build until he finally hand enough and delivered one last pinch before thworing his gloves to the floor with aggression "fuck" he curses
He could feel the adrenaline in his body, but there was something else tooâa tinge of irritation. Wendy seemed to have her eyes on him again. Usually, it wouldn't bother himâhe didn't pay much attention to girls like her, seeing her as just another girl. But now that he had youâa girlfriendâhe didn't want her admiration or anyone else's for that matter. He wanted to focus on his workoutâaka beating up the punching bagâ without any distractions
He couldn't help but notice Wendy watching his every move. It was starting to get on his nerves, and his annoyance was clear. He was no longer interested in the attention he used to enjoy from her. Being in a relationship with you had shifted his priorities for the best
Trying to shake off the irritation, jungkook kept his gaze down, but he soon realized that he had been staring back at Wendy for a while. Annoyed with himself, he sighed
As if on cue, Wendy made her way over, flashing him a smile and adjusting her sportsbra "Hey, Kookie,"
"Don't call me that," he interrupted, growling as he picked up his gloves and started putting them back on
"Oh," Wendy seemed to love pushing his buttons biting her lip, "is my like Kook upset? Let me guess, it's cause of that little girlfriend of yours." Her tone lingered with sarcasm as she mockingly giggled. "The cute ballerina one? I must say, Kook, she's sweet."
His jaw tensed "You don't know anything about us," he replied, keeping his voice casual "I'm focused on my own life, and she's a big part of it. I dont know what you want from me, but i can tell you this" he points between the two "this is never gonna happen"
Wendy's smirk faltered slightly, "Oh, come on, Kook, I was just kidding...a little joke" smirking she took pleasure in provoking him, holding up her phone, displaying a picture of you and Jimin together.
Jungkook's frown deepened as he grabbed the phone from her, studying the image closely. You had assured him that there was nothing between you and Jimin, but the photo seemed to tell a different story
Clenching his jaw, Jungkook felt anger rising within him. He tried to keep his jealousy at ease, but this picture was making it difficult. In a moment of frustration, he threw Wendy's phone to the ground, causing her to gasp in surprise
"Where did you get that photo from?" he growled
"Joy," Wendy replied, still wearing that mocking smirk on her face. "Oh, Kookie, did I make you mad?" She fakely pouted, her sarcasm dripping in every word. "I didn't mean to,"
Jungkook took a deep breath, hr knew Wendy's intentions were to hurt him, and falling into her trap wouldn't help the situation
He needed to talk to you, but not in his state. Fuck what was he gonna do
"This isn't a joke, Wendy," he said firmly, trying to keep his voice normal. "This is my life."
Wendy's smirk faltered for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by Jungkook's seriousnessâit's not the reaction she expected
"Oh, come on, Kook," Wendy retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand and a flip of her hair. "I'm just teasing, having a little fun. Why so serious?" she asked, glancing at the picture of you and Jimin and pursing her lips. "They do look cute together though," she added, trying to provoke Jungkook even more
"Yeah, yeah, Wendy, very funny," he replied, "you dont wanna go down that road with me i promise you that" he warns
Wendy's smirk didn't fade, "I know, I know," she said, feigning innocence. "Just messing with you a bit. It's amusing to see you all riled up." She smiles "its hot"
"You've got a strange sense of humour," Jungkook groaned, taking off his gloves again, done for today
"So, how's your workout going? Getting those gains?" She bites her lip "you do look buffer, new weigh category you're training for?" She asks and Jungkook couldn't help but groan, why did she have be so good when it came to boxing knowledge. Of course she spent almost everyday here probably figuring out a thing or two over the years
"none of your fucking business, Wendy," he replied brushing her off and before she could reply, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked away, feeling the need for a smoke or two to clear his head
Once outside lit up the first cigarette, taking a drag and feeling the nicotine rush in. As he exhaled, he could feel the frustration still lingering in his mind. Wendy's words hadnt hit a nerve, but the picture did, and he couldn't help but let it bother him more than he wanted to
You with another guy? Fuck no
"Get a fucking grip Jungkook" Jungkook muttered to himself, taking another puff. He reached for another cigarette, needing a second one to fully shake off the negative vibes
"Shit" he mutters trying to talk himself into a better mindset. He took a few deep breaths, the smoke mixing with the windy air around him
Getting worked up over this wasn't worth it. He needed to gain some perspective. After all, the only one he could trust was you
Mentally thanking his cigarettes Jungkook knew he couldn't rely on them to solve his problems. He had to find healthier ways to handle his emotionsâand that healthier way was you
With a determined look, Jungkook put on his helmet, getting on his harley. He was gonna make things right.
-
As Jungkook's footsteps slowly faded, the silence in the room felt deafening. You were left there, alone. Not sure if you were supposed to leave now or wait for him to come back. Part of you wanted to storm out in tears, beg him to stay, while another part told you to stay
Exhaustion suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. You were completely drained. Your body felt heavy, and you found it hard to keep your eyes open. So hugging the pillow tighter you slowly fell asleep, and the fact that his pillow smelled like him didn't make it any better
You dont exactlyknow when you wake up, was it just 15 minutes since you fell asleep, or was it an hour? You don't know, but when a wet nose nudged against your cheek, and you felt a wet, sloppy lick on your face you fjnally open your eyes. "Hi Bam," you mumbled, your voice sleepy as you reached to pat the dog's head
You wiped away some sleep from your face, trying to shake off the drowsiness. Yawning, you stretched your arms above your head, feeling feeling your top rise a bit exposing your tummy, you were a bit hungry now that you thought about it
"Thanks for waking me up, Bamie" you said to Bam, who sat beside you, tail wagging happily
As you rummage through the bed, searching for your phone to finally check the time, you couldn't help but smile for a moment remembering how you and him just layed here earlier without any worries
Finally finding your phone, you glanced at the screen, 2:45 pm. Jungkook had left around 45 minutes ago. "Okay," you whispered to yourself, taking a deep breath to regain your composure. You knew you needed to sort things out with him, but maybe it was better to give it a little time
Running your hand over your face, you tried to shake off the sleepiness. Leaving now and giving yourselves some space to cool down seemed like the right thing to do
With your phone in hand and your small bag, you walked into Jungkook's living room. The sight of the sofa where you had sat together earlier made your heart ache a little. You bit your lip, trying to push the emotions aside and focus on leaving before he came back
As you made your way towards the door, your hand on the doorknob, you hesitated for a momentâit was hard to walk away
But just as you opened the door from the inside, you were met with a surprise. Jungkook was about to walk in, and his expression was not good. Was he mad? "Y/n?" he said, his voice soft calming you down "Are-are you leaving?"
He poked the inside of his cheek, a habit you knew all too well when he was lad or agitated. You felt your heart skip a beat, torn between staying and talking it out right now or going with your original plan
"Yeah, Kook, I think it's best for both of us to take a little time," you replied honestly, your voice gentle. "I don't want us to say things we'll regret."
Walking inside, Jungkook looked at you with concern, placing his gym bag casually on the counter. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently
You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, looking up at him with a soft smile. "I just needed a moment to myself."
He let out a relieved sigh, taking a step closer to you. "I should've given you space when you needed it," he admitted, regret evident in his eyes. "I'm really sorry for pushing you earlier. I didn't mean to upset you."
You reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, your touch comforting and reassuring. "It's alright, Jungkook," you said, using his name with affection. "Im sorry too"
He leaned into your touch, grateful for your understanding "I hate seeing you upset, and I never want to be the cause of it."
You smiled warmly at him, "I know you don't," you replied, "and I don't want us to fight either"
"Yeah," he nods
As the tension melted away between you and Jungkook, he pulled you close, his hands gently resting on your hips. You couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at you, just like that time at Namsan Tower when he seemed so lost in his thoughts
He frowned slightly, his eyes locked with yours, and licking his lips unconsciously
Nudging his nose against yours playfully, the familiar scent of cigarette lingered, mixing with his own scent
Taking a deep breath, gathering his courage to say something important his hand cups your cheek "Y/n, I..." he began, sighing and breaking eye contact, struggling to find the right words
You gently placed a hand on his chest, encouraging him to continue "You can tell me anything, Kook."
He glanced back into your eyes, his expression serious. "I...I lo-" he started again but stopped himself, as if the words were too heavy to say
You caressed his chest, a gentle smile on your lips
His lips brushed against yours as he leaned in, "I wanna kiss you,"
Without a second thought, you closed the distance between your lips, kissing him tenderly. It was a sweet moment, expressing all the unspoken feelings you both had been holding back.
As your lips moved together, a warm sensation spread through your body. You could feel his strong arms tightening around you, pulling you even closer. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue gently explored your mouth
The kiss was both sweet and steamy, leaving you feeling both giddy and well...
As his hand cupped your butt and gave it a gentle squeeze, you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of pleasure, surprising not only yourself
Somewhere in between kisses, he moved down to your neck, leaving his marks on your skin. Each touch of his lips sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch your neck to give him better access, tugging on his hair
Finally, he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with desire. There were no words needed between you two as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. Laying you down on his bed, he continued to kiss you, letting his hands roam your body and exploring every inch of it leaving you breathless.
"Are you okay with this?" Jungkook whispered into your neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. You paused for a moment, feeling nervous and unsure, before biting your lip and looking up at him.
"Yeah, I think so," you replied shyly
"You think so?" Jungkook chuckled, his eyes sparkling amused. "Sugar, I need you to be 100% sure about this," he continued, licking his lips. "Whatever we're about to do...I need you to be completely comfortable with it," he added, highlighting the importance of your consent.
You nod "I am, I want this," you sighed, leaning back and feeling Jungkook's lips trail down your neck to your collarbone. You couldn't help but feel your body respond to his touch. You let out a moan as you grind into him, feeling the his bulge. Jungkook groaned in response "fuck"
His lips start at your hips, driving you insane, he goes lower, planting a sweet kiss right below your belly button.
With your approval, he takes off your skirt, leaving you in your pink Cinnamon Roll panties, chuckling he plays with the hem "cute"
You're losing your mind in all the best way possible, you could stay like this forever. Your hand tangled in his hair, your lip between your teeth, as he goes even lower, planting kisses over your pantiesâright where your clit is.
It's a whole new sensation you've never felt before. Was Jungkook really good in bed, or were you maybe just inexperienced?âfor all you know it might have been both
"What do you want me to do?" he asks in a low voice as he plays with the lace of your panties. You pause for a moment, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks
"I'm not sure, this is my first time."
You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, his fingers stilling on the edge of the fabric. "It's alright," he murmurs, leaning up to you, his lips grazing your ear, "I'll take care of you." His words send shivers down your spine.
You've heard stories from your ballet friends about their first times, some good and some bad, but you don't know what to expect, but you knew you were in good hands with Jungkook
As he leans in to kiss you, you close your eyes and let yourself relax into the moment. The feeling of his lips on yours is sweet, and you can feel his hands moving over your body, helping you relax
"We don't have to rush things," he says, his fingers gently rubbing your sides as he gazes into your eyes. "I want to savour every moment with you," he adds, causing your cheeks to blush even more. You nod in agreement, your hand now caressing his chest
"I want to eat you out," he continues, his hand teasingly playing with the waistband of your panties before moving to cup your heat, eliciting a moan from your lips. "Can I?" he asks, his eyes filled with desire
You feel his fingers slowly and carefully sliding down your waist, sending shivers down your spine. As you make eye contact with him "I want you completely naked". he confesses in a low voice, Jungkook always had a thing for thatâpleasuring the girl while she's completely naked
You take a moment to process his words, but then you nod in agreement. Sitting up, you begin to take off your top, revealing your lacy bra. Jungkook doesn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you, his fingers toying with the clip of your bra. "Can I?" he asks with a soft voice, and you nod, feeling your heart beating faster.
He carefully takes off your bra, and as you sit there exposed, he stares at you smirking "You're so pretty" he whispers, licking his lips in anticipation of what he's about to do next
As he lays you back down, straddling your waist, you feel his strong hands on your breasts. He starts with a soft squeeze, and then applies more pressure, pinching your nipples. You moan in pleasure, enjoying the sensation. He wants to explore the things you like and what turns you on. "You like that huh?" he chuckles
As his teasing continues, you feel his warm breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He begins to place kisses on your cheek, starting there and moving down to your neck. You feel his lips wrap around your nipple, gently sucking and flicking it with his tongue. The sensations are so overwhelming you burry your hands in his hair, and you can't help but moan his name.
"Kook" you whine, pushing his face deeper into your chest
Switching to your other breast, you feel the cool air on your now hardened nipple, causing a shiver to run through your body. His touch is intense, perfect
As he hums in acknowledgement, you can't help but crave more of him. More of this
"Jungkook" you whine again thsi time a bit louder
Without saying a word, Jungkook seems to sense your desire and moves away from your boobs, a smirk on his lips, his lips still slightly wet. He gets up, scooting back to sit between your legs, he gives your lips a kiss and then dives down, his nose nuzzling your clit, as your legs are supprted by his shoulders. You arch your back and your head hits his pillow as you moan in pleasure.
"that good?" he playfully teases, his lips turning up into a smile
You nod in agreement, feeling a rush of pleasure as he eagerly buries his entire face in between your legs. You can't help but moan softly as his warm breath tickles your sensitive skin. Wiggling his face around, you feel his lips brush against your inner thighs, ypu let out a gasp as he moans, "You smell and taste like heaven, sugar."
With his big hands supporting your butt, he dives in even deeper, taking your clit into his mouth and starting to suck on it in a way that almost drives you off the edge. You arch your back even mkre and let out a loud moan as he works his magic around your most sensitive parts
"Fuck" he curses, growling into your heat
He moves his tongue, teasingly at first, gently sucking and letting go again. As he feels your hole start to tighten around his tongue, he knows that you're getting close. Normally, he would want to make the pleasure last longerâtease and tease you until you begged for it
However, he understood that today was all about you. So, he continued to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Eventually, you reach the your high, and he feels the muscles around his tongue contract as you orgasm. Your moans are like a symphony to his ears, proud that he was the one to make you feel this way
Without wasting any time, he looks up at you, his eyes scanning your face to see your level of comfort. He watches as you cover your face with your hands, still trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm that just overtook your body.
As you lay there in a state of pleasure, he takes a moment to appreciate your bodyâyour beautiful body.
The way its still trembling with pleasure, the way your breathing is still uneven, the way you still whine a bit.
He gently leans in to kiss your forehead, murmuring soft words of comfort and love as he holds you close
Jungkook chuckled lowly, his hand gently roaming your body in a soothing way "Are you okay?" he asked carefully, "Need a minute?"
You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I think I do," you replied honestly, leaning back. He laid down beside you, throwing his arm around you in a protective way
As you looked into each other's eyes, you couldn't help hide your face in his neck "Aw, don't tell me you're embarrassed," Jungkook teased playfully, poking your side and making you squeak
"I'm not," you confessed, though you knew you were, just a little. "Just overwhelmed," you added, smiling into his neck as you placed a soft kiss there
"Take all the time you need," he said, his voice gentle, his fingers softly tracing patterns on your arm. "We don't have to rush anything. Just relax sugar"
You nodded, feeling comforted by his words. "Thanks, Kook,"
"You know," he said with a playful beam in his eyes, "you got me all hard now" he teasingly pouts. You leaned in and kissed him sweetly,
"you can...teach me" you say, whispering. "Teach me how to make you feel good" you clarify.
Laying there, staring into his eyes, you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand reaches out and gently caresses your face, and you can't help but feel giddy. You kiss him again, this time more passionately, and he responds, hands pulling you closer to him
You want to satisfy him, to make him feel good, and you realize that you don't quite know howâyouve never done this before
But you're willing to learn. You want to learn how to touch him, how to kiss him, how to make him moan with pleasure like you did.
What did he like?
What didn't he like?
Was he dominant? Submissive?
Would he like it if you touched him?
Would he like it if you kissed his body like he did with yours?
You want him to show you what he likes and how he likes it. You want to explore his body, to learn every inch of him, and to make him feel as good as he makes you feel
You're not stupid obviously you knew what sex was and how it worked, your curiosity made you look up porn before. But experiencing giving pleasure for the first time was so different from how you'd imagined it
You could sense the tension in the air as he took your hand and guided it towards his crotch. You could feel how hard he was down there, and the smirk on his face only made it more apparent.
He paused for a moment "This is all you, this is what you do to me."
"But don't feel like you have to do anything, I pleased you because I wanted to, not because I want something in return." As he said this, he gestured towards his rock hard member
"I'm not someone who believes in giving to receive," he clarifies, his voice low and serious. "I prefer to give more than I receive, anyway," he adds, smirking and brushing his hand against your cheek.
You can feel the warmth from his touch, and your heart begins to race. You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Please let me do this for you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to show you how much you mean to me, and how much I care about you."
He smiles, "I know," he says, pulling you into another kiss. "Ill show you.â
That's how you find yourself on your knees in front of him, hed removed his pants, leaving him only in his white t-shirt and black Calvin Klein boxers. As he stood before you, you couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants. You couldn't tell whether it was big or small, as you had nothing to compare it with, but one thing was certainâit didn't look small.
Your mind began to wander, imagining what it would be like to please him, you wanted to be perfect for him
"Okay," he sighs, his hand on the back of your head as he stroked your hair affectionately. "Try touching me through my boxers, squeeze it a bit if you like, especially at the base," he tells you with a grin, watching as your hand goes up to his bulge, gripping it lightly through his pants, making him sigh
He keeps his eyes on you, watching your every move, and feeling himself becoming more aroused with each passing minute. He thinks about how much he wants to feel your soft lips wrapped around him, and he can't help but let out a low moan when he looks down at you.
He lets out a deep sigh as you begin to touch him. "squeeze it a bit? Yeah, just like that," he moans in pleasure.
You tighten your grip and rub your hand against him, causing another moan. His head falls back for a moment and he lets out a low growl "Okay, fuck," he says, brushing his hair back. "Take it out," he demands, his voice low
You comply, feeling a sense of satisfaction He looks at you with a gaze full of want
Without hesitation, you tug down the waistband of his shorts just under his balls, revealing his erect member. You watch in awe as it springs free, nearly hitting you in the face, causing a giggle to escape from you.
"Sorry," he laughs along with you, gripping his member and giving it a few strokes to demonstrate how to do it
"Is this what you want huh?" he asks, eagerly awaiting your response tapping his dick against your lips playfully. You can feel your heart racing as you watch his penis slap back against his stomach
You take a moment to fully appreciate it. It's red, with a prominent vein running just under the base and leading all the way up to the tip. You feel your mouth start to water, your subconscious already anticipating what yorue about to do.
It's pretty
You look up at him and lean in, taking his head between your lips and savouring the tasteâit's salty, but less weird than you expected
As you place a tender kiss on the head, he lets out a deep sigh. You couldn't help but notice how his tigh muscles relaxed as he leaned into your touch. "I have a tendency to force the head down" he warns "but don't worry, if I do that, just pinch my leg or something. I won't do it purposely." He adds
You nod once then twice, unsure of what to do next. You've never done anything like this before.
Jungkook smiles, sensing your hesitation. "Don't worry," he says reassuringly. "You can take it slow. Just start by sucking on the tip, and we'll go from there."
You try to relax as best you can, reminding yourself that you're in control of the situation. You take a deep breath and lean in, gingerly placing your lips around the head
As you begin to suck, you feel his hand on the back of your head, guiding you gently
"Fuck that's good"
"Does that feel good enough, though? Don't you want me to do more?" you ask, your uncertainty clear in your voice. He shakes his head reassuringly.
"It's your first time, and I want to make sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself," he tells you with a gentle smile. You pout, wanting to please him and make the experience just as good for him as it is for you.
"But I want it to feel super good for you, just like you made me feel," you say, and he chuckles softly, his hand stroking your hair.
"If that were the case, I'd be fucking your mouth right now, sugar. But I'm not gonna do that. I want to take things slow and make sure you dont get hurt. How about you be a good girl and suck just the tip for now?" he suggests, still holding your gaze with his warm dark eyes
Without hesitation, you take his dick a bit deeper, not enough to choke though, and you stroke the rest of his length as you bob your head, just like he showed you earlier. "My balls," he moans, "squeeze them a bit-fuck!" You do and he moans again in pleasure.
You can feel his hands on your head, guiding you little by little, but you take control and increase the pace. You look up at him and see the pleasure in his eyes
The moment you start gagging, the sound of it drives him crazy and he feels amazing. As you moan against him, it sends shivers down his entire body, his tights tensing. Approaching his climax, he curses, "I'm gonna cum so hard. Fuck!" He guides your head a little faster, a little deeper, and can feel himself getting closer to the edge. Your hand playing with his balls only adds to the pleasure. He can't stop groaning, "Yeah fuck, good girl,"
As you take him deeper, your eyes start to water. You try to take it all in, but he goes a little too deep and you start to gag around him. You can feel his excitement building up as he reaches his climax, his warm cum spilling down your throat and leaving a salty taste in your mouth. A tear spills from your eye as you try to catch your breath
He let out a deep moan, tilting his head back in pleasure while pulling your head away from his sensitive and now softening member. Catching your breath you gaze up at him, still feeling the warmth of his cum on your lips.
As he looked down at you, he smiled. Without a care in the world, he helped you stand straight and wiped the rest of his cum off your lip, wiping it on his shirt, chuckling and jokingly teasing "sugar-coated." Making you giggle at his casual attitude at the whole situation
It didn't feel awkward at all
"How was it?" You ask shyly
He looks at you with a smile and nods, "It was fucking amazing." As he falls back onto the bed with you still in his arms, you can't help but laugh at his response. You let out a huff, cuddling into his side.
"So we're okay?" You ask biting your lip and locking eyes with him
