that was the first thought in your head as you sat cross-legged on jimin’s couch at nearly midnight wearing fuzzy socks while he searched through food delivery apps beside you.
this was becoming a habit.
dangerously fast.
“you’re impossible to feed,” jimin muttered.
you gasped dramatically.
“that’s literally not true.”
he looked at you flatly.
“you said no to pizza.”
“because you always want pizza.”
“because pizza understands me.”
“therapy might understand you better.”
jimin clutched his chest instantly.
“that was evil.”
you laughed before you could stop yourself.
and there it was again.
that look.
that soft stupid look he always got whenever you laughed around him.
like hearing you happy did something to him emotionally.
it made your stomach flip every single time.
annoying.
very annoying.
“stop looking at me like that,” you muttered.
his eyebrows lifted slightly.
“like what?”
“like…” you gestured vaguely. “that.”
he smiled slowly.
“still not specific.”
you groaned loudly and shoved his shoulder lightly.
big mistake.
because the second your hand touched him, both of you went still.
again.
the apartment suddenly felt too quiet.
too warm.
your hand was still resting against his shoulder.
jimin looked down at it first.
then back up at you slowly.
your heartbeat stuttered immediately.
because his eyes changed.
softened.
something deeper slipping quietly into them.
your hand moved instinctively to pull away—
he caught your wrist gently.
not forceful.
just careful.
like he was asking.
your breath caught.
jimin’s fingers loosened immediately.
giving you room to leave.
you didn’t.
that seemed to affect him more than anything.
his eyes flickered across your face slowly.
your eyes.
your lips.
then back again.
and suddenly breathing felt strangely difficult.
“jimin,” you whispered.
he swallowed softly.
“yeah?”
except he sounded gone already.
completely gone.
your heart slammed painfully against your ribs.
because you knew this feeling.
that terrifying moment right before something changes forever.
you should move.
seriously.
immediately.
instead your body leaned closer without permission.
just slightly.
jimin noticed.
of course he did.
his grip on your wrist loosened even more before his fingers slowly slid against your hand instead.
intertwining carefully.
your stomach flipped so violently it almost hurt.
“tell me to stop,” he murmured quietly.
you stared at him.
because the craziest part was—
you didn’t want him to.
not even a little.
his thumb brushed lightly across your knuckles.
gentle enough to ruin you emotionally.
“you’re staring again,” you whispered weakly.
“can you blame me?”
your face burned instantly.
jimin smiled faintly at your reaction, but it disappeared quickly.
because now he looked nervous too.
really nervous.
like this mattered to him.
a lot.
“i’ve been trying really hard,” he admitted softly.
your brows pulled together slightly.
“…trying what?”
his eyes searched your face for a second before he laughed quietly through his nose.
not amused.
more like defeated.
“not to kiss you.”
silence.
your brain completely stopped functioning.
oh.
oh.
heat rushed violently into your face.
jimin watched every reaction carefully like he couldn’t help himself.
then his gaze dropped toward your lips again.
slower this time.
lingering.
your heartbeat became unbearable.
“you make it very difficult,” he murmured.
you should say something.
anything.
instead:
“…you smell nice.”
mortifying.
absolutely mortifying.
jimin blinked once.
then laughed softly, forehead dropping briefly toward your joined hands.
“baby,” he whispered.
your stomach exploded.
because that was the first time.
the first pet name.
and he said it so naturally.
like it already belonged to you.
your lips parted slightly before you could stop them.
jimin looked up again immediately.
and that was it.
that tiny movement destroyed whatever self-control he had left.
he moved slowly.
carefully.
giving you every chance to stop this.
his free hand lifted hesitantly toward your face before brushing softly against your cheek.
your eyes fluttered slightly at the touch.
warm.
so warm.
jimin looked wrecked by that alone.
“just one,” he whispered softly. “just one kiss.”
your heart physically hurt.
because he sounded like he wanted it too much.
like he’d been holding this in for weeks instead of days.
you nodded once.
barely.
that was all it took.
jimin kissed you gently at first.
soft enough to make your chest ache instantly.
his hand cradled your face carefully while your joined fingers tightened between you both automatically.
your brain went completely quiet.
because oh.
this.
this was why every love song sounded insane.
jimin kissed you like he was trying not to scare you away.
slow.
warm.
careful.
and somehow that made it worse.
your hand slid instinctively against his chest, fingers curling lightly into his shirt.
a quiet sound escaped him immediately.
like that tiny touch affected him far too much.
then he kissed you again.
deeper this time.
still soft.
still sweet.
but needier now.
like he couldn’t help it anymore.
your heartbeat was so loud you could barely hear anything else.
jimin’s thumb brushed beneath your eye gently while he kissed you.
like he was handling something precious.
your chest tightened painfully.
because nobody had ever kissed you this carefully before.
when he finally pulled back, both of you stayed close.
too close.
breathing the same air.
jimin stared at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.
like kissing you made things worse instead of better.
“…oh,” he whispered.
you blinked slowly.
“…oh?”
he laughed softly once.
completely dazed.
“i’m in serious trouble.”
a/n: yeah… so they kissed. finally. no more pretending it’s just “neighbors.” this is the point of no return, emotionally speaking. if you’re still normal after this chapter, i did something wrong. but i swear in 06, their is smut so- enjoy that!
updates will be irregular because i sleep like a normal person (unlike him.)
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☾ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Namjoon can't sleep more than three hours. Eden's in desperate need of fast cash. When a desperate girl and exhausted idol meet through a cuddle service what starts as a miserable arrangement builds into something more.
☾ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Idol Namjoon x Black Fem OC
☾ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ MDNI, Profanity/Coarse Language, Namjoon can be rude at times, Insomniac Namjoon, Emotional Distress, Anxiety, possible slow uploads
☾ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Slow burn, Strangers to Lovers, Black Reader, Angst, Forced Proximity, Contractual Intimacy (Non sexual), Cuddle Service AU, Mutual Healing, Eventual Smut
☾ 𝐖𝐂: 6.1k
Status: ONGOING
FOUR
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Eden walked down the street with a little pep in her step as she neared Dawoon's apartment. It was Monday and she was ten minutes late.
And Dawoon didn't do late.
Eden learned that over the last three sessions they've had. Dawoon lived by his routine, down to the minute, and her being late could throw off his whole schedule. Every Monday and Thursday she always made sure to plan her day around their sessions to ensure she would be right on time, but unfortunately for her every worst possible thing that could have happened today did and she was paying the price for it. Now she was standing outside of his door hoping and praying he wouldn't freak out on her.
Out of breath, she straightened herself out before giving the door three slow knocks.
It opened immediately.
Dawoon stood there looking stressed. His hair disheveled, eyes filled with anxiety, and his hands balled up at his sides. She could tell he had been pacing. Her tardiness definitely the cause.
"Dawoon I am so sorry!" She rushed out, exchanging her shoes for slippers. "The bus was late."
He didn't answer. His eyes darting from hers to the clock. His fingers busy squeezing at his arm for comfort like he did the night they met. This went on for a minute before he finally let out an admission, his voice soft. "I thought you forgot about me."
Her heart dropped. He didn't even know that her sessions with him had become the highlight of her week. She could never forget about him. Her cuddle sessions with Dawoon had slowly turned into therapy. Her the client, him her honest and blunt therapist. She couldn't recall what prompted the change, but she knew Mondays and Thursdays were now easily her favorite days of the week, and she hated he felt that way.
"How could I forget someone as cool as you?" She said, giving him an exaggerated pout hoping to put his mind at ease.
It seemed to work because a goofy grin broke out on the man's face instantly, "I am pretty cool."
Eden let out a laugh, the tension breaking as she climbed into his bed. The fresh smell of laundry overwhelmed her in the best way as she made herself comfortable. The smell always encouraging her to melt into his sheets. She loved this smell. Almost as much as her new found love for sandalwood and amber. Namjoon's smell.
It had been a week since their last session. A week of no texts and the lingering feeling of guilt for chatting the whole time when she should have been encouraging him to sleep.
Had she talked too much?
Was she fired?
Was he upset?
The bed dipped beside her as Dawoon settled under his weighted blanket. She waited for his little nod, the signal he was ready, before wrapping her body around him giving him a big squeeze. His body relaxed in her hold instantly.
"Hey Dawoon," she whispered after a few moments.
"Yes."
"What would it take for you to never book with me again?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. Probably if you stunk. Or if your voice was annoying like this girl's in my class."
She gasped, "Wowwww! So you'd fire me if my voice was annoying?"
"Yes," he answered. No hesitation at all.
What a brutal man.
"Why do you ask? Is this about my counterpart?"
Eden laughed. Dawoon had been calling Namjoon his counterpart ever since she started ranting about their sessions to him. He had been treating the idol like his evil twin. "I haven't heard from him in a while. Just wondering if I'm fired that's all"
"If he wanted to fire you he would have fired you when you called him a dickhead to his face."
She winced. He did have a good point. Namjoon had countless of opportunities to fire her. Like the time she fell asleep or the day she showed up unbeknownst to him. Maybe she was just thinking too much into it.
"You're right. He's probably just busy." The media had been buzzing lately with rumors of a BTS comeback. She was sure he was probably just swamped with his duties as an idol.
Her excuse for him still not easing the embarrassment of jumping at every notification, thinking it was him.
"If you're so curious just text him first," Dawoon murmured. "What's the worst he can say?"
There were a million things Namjoon could say that would probably make her want to bury herself alive, but she couldn't admit that out loud. "I don't know...Fuck off?"
"He wouldn't say that," Dawoon sighed. "You're a nice person."
His words hit her harder than she knew he intended. She squeezed him tighter. "Thanks Dawoon. You give me too much credit."
"I'm not. You are nice," he nodded. "Nice people shouldn't be cursed at."
She smiled.
"I don't think he believes that, but maybe I can convince him yeah?"
"Yeah."
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The sounds of tapping fingers and Jungkook's hums filled the HYBE conference room as they waited for their meeting with the concept team to start. The group was having a hard time finalizing a tracklist for the album. They had over 200 songs to choose from, so it was suggested they held a meeting to pick a final concept to guide them in the right direction.
Namjoon was running off of an hour of sleep and pure adrenaline. Him, Yoongi, and Hoseok had been in the studio with producers for days deliberating and tweaking songs. The only difference between Namjoon and the rest of rapline was the fact that they went home and got a good nights sleep. Namjoon didn't even leave the Hybe building once this week. His apartment collecting dust and his plants left to be watered by Mr. Song at the front desk.
He knew by the way everyone gave him looks of sympathy and worry that he looked horrible. His own reflection scaring him every time he passed by a mirror. His face pale and sunken in, the bags under his eyes more prominent.
The conference room soon filled with bodies and mood boards, none Namjoon could bring himself to focus on. The sounds of their voices had long been replaced by a pounding in his head. A migraine settling right into his temples taking all of his attention away from the task at hand.
From across the table Yoongi looked at him with concern etched deep into his face. He could always tell when Namjoon was in pain because the man would unknowingly scrunch his eyebrows together and hold a slight grimace on his face. No longer able to see his friend in obvious pain he cut the meeting, "Let's take fifteen."
Reluctantly, the staff agreed stepping outside of the room to give them privacy.
As soon as the door of the conference room clicked shut, six pairs of eyes turned to Namjoon with looks of worry.
"Hyung you need to go rest," Jungkook spoke out, voice cracking. The corner of his eyes brimmed with tears. He always had a soft spot when it came to Namjoon and seeing him hurt made him hurt too.
Putting on a brave face Namjoon waved the boy's concern off, "Hyung is okay Kook-ah. Don't cry."
Yoongi wasn't having it today, "Namjoon give me your phone so I can call Eden. This has gone on too long."
Something snapped in Namjoon.
"I don't need a girl to sleep Yoongi! I just need this whole process to be fucking over," he exclaimed, annoyed at the fact they thought Eden was just going to solve all of his problems.
"Bullshit Namjoon! You are tired and need to go home." Hoseok shot from his side of the table, his voice low by a few octaves so you knew he was being serious.
Namjoon ran his hands over his face, irritated that they all were trying to tell him what to do, "There's too much shit to do I can't just fucking leave."
"But you can and you will," Hoseok replied sternly. "You aren't ANY fucking help if you're a walking zombie Namjoon. Stop being so stubborn and take care of yourself for gods sake!"
The slam of Hoseok's hand against the table caused everyone to flinch. He was always scary when he was upset, but he never directed his anger towards a member like this, let alone Namjoon.
Looking around the room his heart broke looking at the faces of his brothers. Jungkook and Jimin were crying silent tears while the rest of the members tried to calm them. The rest of his protests long forgotten.
"Go home Namjoon."
His shoulders dropped in defeat. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't have much of a choice. His presence wasn't doing anything but making the atmosphere unbearable to be in.
Standing, he gave them a quick nod of his head and left the room. The staff in the hallway jumping at his sudden departure.
He called a car to the front and sat in silence the whole way home, admiring the people who walked the streets of Seoul living their day to day lives not even knowing who was in the car riding past them.
A flash of ginger hair on the sidewalk brought back memories of Eden's soft, fluffy curls and warm vanilla shampoo.
He remembered the way her body melted and molded into his the second he wrapped his arms around her.
How she fit as if she was made just for him.
How he fell asleep from the warmth of her body against his.
How he slept.
He didn't want to need her, but right now he didn't have much of a choice.
Fuck it.
rpwprpwp: Need you tonight.
He tossed his phone on the seat next to him letting out a deep sigh. He could have worded his text differently or elaborated a little more, but he didn't have time for that nor did he care. She knew what he meant.
His phone buzzed not even a minute later.
gardenofeden: On my way.
Relief pooled in his stomach.
Simple and straight to the point. He liked that. He wasn't up for the back and forth of it all tonight.
When he got home he immediately beelined to the bathroom for a shower. Always finding comfort in pretending he could wash the day away under the pellets of water. Steam quickly curled up against the glass of his shower door - a sign the water was probably a little too hot, but he ignored it on a mission for any type of relief.
His muscles twitched beneath the spray of scalding water running down his back. He rolled his shoulders in a feeble attempt to alleviate the knots in them, days of endless work and tension finally catching up to him. His body sagged forward, his head resting on the cool tile. His eyelids were heavy. Too heavy. Everything inside of him screaming for sleep, but he knew it wouldn't come. Not without-
He pushed the thought away. His lack of sleep had his mind all messed up.
He stayed leaned like that for a while just letting the water run down his body as he let out shallow breaths. The burning sensation behind his eyes was back, taunting him of his lack of sleep.
He scrubbed through his routine blindly, hand missing his shampoo bottle three times. The weight of his body grew heavier the longer he stood there. His knees threatening to buckle at any minute. Pushing himself off the wall he cut the water off and stepped out.
The cold air outside of the glass walls cleared the haze from his head, grounding him long enough for him to dry off and pull on a pair of sweats and a shirt. He couldn't have been bothered to do anything else.
Eden arrived just as he walked out of his room. The loud melody of the doorbell announcing her arrival. He froze, eyes shifting to the intercom. There she was biting her lip again. A habit of hers he couldn't get behind.
Another wave of nausea hit, pushing him forward. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, breaking the barrier between them.
They locked eyes.
Her eyes instantly softened as she took in the sight of him, the worry in them unmistakable. He despised pity, most people finding themselves victim to a harsh glare or muttered curse. With Eden though, he didn't feel the same. It was almost endearing...like he was flattered she cared.
Her soft voice broke their staring contest. "Why didn't you call me sooner Namjoon?"
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The man in front of her looked nothing like the Namjoon she was used to. Since she's known him Insomnia was always present in his looks, but this was different. The crescents under his eyes had grown darker, his skin was pale and tight with pain, his body hunched over like he could barely hold himself up. His eyes didn't even look focused or alert. His stare far away as if he was looking through her and not at her.
When he didn't answer, Eden pushed past him gently to step into the penthouse. The sound of her shuffling into the extra pair of slippers filling the quiet space. When she heard the soft click of the door behind her, she turned her attention back to him.
Namjoon was leaning with his back against the door and his eyes closed. His knees bent like they couldn't bear to hold him up any longer.
"Namjoon?" Worried, she rushed over wrapping her arm around his waist before he could slide down the wall. His skin burning under her hand, the deep cut of his muscle shirt offering no coverage. "Hey...what's going on?" She whispered softly, steadying him.
He sagged into her touch, unsteady. She guided him towards the couch, shifting their weight causing her to stumble a few times. They had almost made it when he shook his head no. "Bedroom," he murmured, voice rough.
She threw away her number one rule of staying in a neutral place when she noticed the tremble of his legs and his face pinched with pain. He needed to be comfortable.
Eden walked down the hallway holding up as much of his weight as she could, glancing up at him every now and then to make sure he was okay on their journey. When they reached his room Namjoon grimaced sharply, something in the space bothering him.
"Hey," she murmured, squeezing his side to get his attention. "What's wrong?"
"Too much light."
Of course it was the lights. The soft lighting of the living room transitioned into harsh florescent lighting the second they stepped into his room. He had the big light on instead of the bedside lamps. Scrambling, she guided him onto the bed gently before running around the room to fix the lighting.
"Is this better? I have a client who likes dim lighting during our sessions too, so don't hesitate to tell me if it needs to be darker."
"S'fine," he said, jaw clenched.
She walked over to his side of the bed and pulled back his blanket, her voice softening. "Here. Get under, and I'll get behind you. We can spoon tonight."
He didn't argue. He just collapsed on the mattress like he couldn't sit up anymore, slipping beneath the covers without hesitation. Once he was okay, she crawled into bed behind him and wrapped her arm lightly around his waist.
Head rested on his back she didn't hesitate to breathe in his scent, the smell settling the worry in her chest. She wasn't prepared to see him like this. Whatever he'd been dealing with this week, paired with the insomnia, was eating him alive. And even though he was an asshole, seeing him unravel like this stung.
For a while they lay in silence, breathing in sync, until he abruptly groaned.
She blinked. She didn't realize he was still awake.
He sat up breaking their embrace.
"This is not working," he snapped. "My fucking head feels like it's going to explode."
She pushed herself up, eyes catching his in the dim light. They were glassy, pained, and unfocused.
"Have you taken any medicine?" She asked carefully.
He shot her a glare. "Obviously Eden."
Okay. Dumb question.
She scanned the room helpless. Lights already dim. The room quiet. He'd already taken medicine. And still he sat in pain, hands gripping his head, body rocking like he needed any kind of distraction from what was happening inside his skull.
Her gaze landed on her phone. Maybe Sunhi would know what to do.
"I'll be right back," she whispered, slipping into the hallway as quiet as she could.
Sunhi picked up on the first ring.
"Hey girl! You on your way home?"
The sweet sound of her friend's voice eased something in her chest.
"Hey Sun. I'm with a client and he's having a really bad headache. He's taken medicine, the lights are down, and it's quiet. What do I do?"
"Hmmm." She hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe a temple massage? Remember my mom used to give them to us when we were younger?"
Eden smacked her forehead. How didn't she think of that?
"Sun, you're a genius. I love you."
"I know," she said, voice cocky. Then whiny. "I am a little jealous though."
Eden's eyebrows shot up.
"...Why?"
"You get to have a hot man between your legs while you give him a massage!" Pout evident in her voice. "No fair."
Eden froze. Oh. Right. That position.
"Hello?? You still there E?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
Sunhi let out a dramatic groan, "Please dont do that thing where you think too much E! Just go with the flow and help the man out."
That was easy for her to say. She didn't have to go back into that bedroom and tell a very tall, handsome, and moody idol to get between her legs so she can make him feel better.
Maybe it didn't have to be worded like that, but still.
A soft groan traveled into the hall.
"Thanks Sun gotta go."
She hung up and walked back into the room. Her heart beating a mile a minute, the anxiety of the situation getting to her. She grabbed her folder of positions from her bag and climbed back into the bed, back against the headboard.
"Namjoon?" She whispered, terrified to be too loud.
He shifted, turning his head toward her. "Hm?"
"T-there's a cuddle position in my folder. If we position ourselves like it I could give your temples a massage. Only if you want it!" She rushed out, wincing at the slight raise of her voice.
He took the folder, barely glanced at the open page, and tossed it aside.
"That's fine," he muttered. "Open your legs."
She felt a pool of warmth rush to her lower body, 100% sure he got her a little wet with his words. Her face grew hot. She was a terrible person. This man was in pain and all she could think about was how she'd like him between her legs doing something else.
She obviously didn't move fast enough for him because his hands pulled her legs apart like it was nothing, and he settled his head right between her thighs.
Startled by his boldness, she looked at him slack jawed.
Did he have no shame?
Her hands ran through his hair, rubbing slow circles, starting the massage. He let out a deep, relieved hum. His scrunched eyebrows relaxing, his shoulders following soon after.
10 minutes into the massage his deep voice cut through the silence. "How much time's left?"
She paused, she hadn't started a timer. So caught up in trying to help.
"I can't lie...I forgot to track the time."
He looked up at her, his hand resting on her thigh to pull himself up. Jaw clenched like he was choosing his next words carefully.
Breaking eye contact, she absent mindedly continued to stroke his hair to distract herself from their position.
His hair was cut short, the tips dyed almost a silver blonde color. His hair pretty damn soft for someone who dyed it often.
"Can you forget the timer?" He murmured. "Just stay?"
Her eyes cut to him. He was asking her to spend the night?
"Namjoon-"
"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need it Eden."
Her mind spun. This broke every rule she set for herself. Every rule of the service.
One could argue she's already spent the night, but that time was an accident. This time it would be intentional, and she didn't know if she could do that.
"How much money do you want?"
Her lip curled up in disgust. Now it just sounded like she was an escort or something.
"It's not about money. It's about professionalism."
He flipped his body. Head still between her thighs but he was on his stomach now.
"Nothing about this arrangement is professional Eden. Show me on any aptitude test where 'cuddler' is listed as a profession," he said annoyed. "I'm literally laid between your legs, inches away from your pussy and you're preaching about professionalism. What a joke."
Now he was just being rude. Pushing him away she climbed out of the bed, on the verge of tears.
He sighed, "Eden where are you going?"
"Home."
She grabbed her bag off the floor pushing through the door.
"Shit. I'm sorry just come back."
He was shuffling off the bed now. Eden not caring as she took adamant steps to the door.
"Eden can you just hold up a second damn!"
She made it to the hallway when her steps faltered giving Namjoon the opportunity to grab her arm. He turned her around, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
She shoved him away. "Get the fuck off me."
He froze.
"You are actually so fucking rude. Do you know that?" Her voice shook. "I have been nothing but kind to you. I've been worried about you! And as soon as it comes to a boundary I have set for this job you treat me like a fucking prostitute and shit on a service YOU use!" She exclaimed, poking his chest. "You think I want to put myself in the position to cuddle strangers all the fucking time?! I do it because I have to!"
A tear slipped from her eye, face growing hot in anger. She didn't know why his words affected her so much, but something about the whole situation triggered her.
He stepped forward reaching out for her. She moved back, trembling.
"Eden," he whispered.
She shook her head, "No."
He took another step, and another. Then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace, chin resting on her head.
She was crying harder now.
She hated how sensitive she was.
Hated how easily she folded into him.
This wasn't even that serious. She should have been able to just say fuck off and never see him again, but she always had a hard time saying no. Always had a hard time being mean, even if someone was mean to her.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair. "Please don't cry baby."
If anyone saw them they'd think it was a lovers quarrel, but in reality they didn't know each other from a can of paint. Yet she still let the man hold her close and whisper small apologies.
Pulling back from his chest she wiped her tears, still trapped in his arms but not as close. "You're an asshole."
He chuckled softly and tugged her back into his chest. "I know baby I'm sorry," his large hand stroking her back.
There he went with 'baby' again. He was so confusing. Dealing with him gave her whiplash. One minute he was a complete asshole and the next he was soft and comforting. She really didn't know how much more she could handle.
"Can we just go back inside please?" he asked quietly. "Cuddle how we were? I promise I won't push you to stay. I just need another hour."
Unable to resist the sorry look on his face she nodded and followed him back to the bedroom.
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They didn't say anything else when they got to Namjoon's bedroom - only communicating through looks and small touches. He guided her back into bed before climbing in himself, giving her leg a small tap to open up.
Her hands found their way back into his hair as soon as he settled between her warm thighs. The warmth and pressure of her hands taking the tension from his body.
He felt bad for making her cry. He didn't mean to. He just panicked.
She was the first thing to give him a sense of peace in days, and when she tried to take it away, he lashed out like a kid losing their favorite toy.
He rubbed circles on the top of her thighs. Head rested on the inside of her right leg. Her smell was intoxicating in this position. Like warm vanilla and brown sugar. Reminding him of a bakery filled with cupcakes.
The longer he inhaled her smell, the heavier his eyelids grew. The combination of her touch, warmth, smell, and soft material of her sweats coaxing him to sleep.
And just before he lost consciousness he heard her whisper, "I'll stay."
Then he was out.
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The smell of pancakes woke Eden from her sleep. Her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Sunhi rarely cooked unless it was a special occasion and the last time she checked nobody's birthday was coming up.
A soft, steady snore vibrated against her. Her eyes snapped open.
She wasn't at home.
She was at Namjoon's.
Looking around, her mind finally registered the weight of the man asleep on her. Sometime during the night, she made it onto her back, and Namjoon sprawled over her, cheek resting right on her hip. His arm was wrapped possessively around her right leg like it was his lifeline.
He looked so peaceful.
A clattering sound came from down the hall. Followed by hushed voices.
She jerked upright - as much as she could with the heavy man attached to her hip.
"Namjoon!" she whispered urgently, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up! I think somebody broke into your house."
He didn't budge, only burrowing his face deeper into her.
"Namjoon!" she hissed, shaking harder.
It was no use. The man was out like a light.
Her heart dropped to her ass.
What if it was a sasaeng?
Did he have a girlfriend?
Oh god- what if his mom came to visit?
Finally, she slipped from under him. His death grip on her leg loosening after a few more tries. Tiptoeing to her bag she grabbed her taser disguised as lipstick.
Investigating was not in her blood. This was that movie shit she'd be screaming at the main character to run from.
But here she was.
When the end of the hallway came to view she shot a quick prayer to the sky. The moment she turned this corner she'd be face to face with whoever was in this kitchen.
Before she could take another breath, a body stepped right into her path.
She screamed.
"AHHH!!!"
The crackle of electricity filled the air as she pressed the taser trigger on instinct.
"WHAT THE-"
The body dropped to the floor in pain.
Footsteps thundered toward them from the kitchen.
"Hyung!"
"Oh my god!"
"Eden!"
She was surrounded, five pairs of eyes going back and forth between her and the man on the floor.
A familiar man.
Namjoon appeared behind her, groggy and disoriented, taking in the scene with wide eyes.
"So much for waking them up," someone muttered.
She was in a room with BTS.
BTS was here with her in this house.
She just tased a member of BTS.
What was her life.
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Namjoon stared at Jin rolling around the floor. The members surrounding him, half comforting, the others trying not to laugh. Namjoon dangerously close to laughing himself.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" he asked.
Yoongi turned to him with a bored look, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth. "You didn't show up for practice this morning so we figured we'd come check on you," he shrugged.
"Saw you guys cuddled up in bed so we thought we'd make breakfast." Hoseok gestured proudly to the spread on the counter. "Well Jin hyung and Jk. Not us."
They helped Jin back to his feet.
Once he was back on his own two the room filled with protests as Eden went into a deep bow, "I am SO sorry for tasing you!"
Jin waved his hands wildly. "Yah stand up!" he said flustered. "It was my fault."
"I told you we should have woken them up sooner," Yoongi murmured, earning a pinch from Jimin.
Namjoon noticed Eden chewing on her lip, her nervous tell.
"Can you guys give us a minute?"
He waited for his brothers to disperse before looking down at Eden. "I told you about that lip," he murmured, gently hooking his thumb under her lip to free it.
"I for real did not mean to tase him," she said, eyes trailing off in the direction of the boys. "I tried waking you up. I thought it was a sasaeng."
He tilted his head in amusement, dimples on show. "You thought a sasaeng broke into my house and made breakfast?"
"Is that not something a delusional person would do?" she shot back.
She had a point. Namjoon has heard and experienced many sasaeng horror stories in his time of being an idol. "You're right."
Silence settled briefly before he spoke again, quieter, "I slept great. Your thighs are great pillows."
Her cheeks warmed instantly, "I-I think I'm going to go. My class starts soon and I work at Far Ben tonight."
He frowned. He wasn't ready for her to leave yet. Her presence still lingering on him from their night together.
"You can't stay for breakfast?"
She looked up from her phone with a sad smile, "I can't I'm sorry."
As much as he wanted to protest, Namjoon remembered the scene they caused in the hallway the night before and let it go. "Okay."
He walked her back to his room to gather her things, then to the front door, where she waved him and the members goodbye.
Back at the dining table, Namjoon joined his friends without a word. He knew he was being selfish. Eden had a life too. He couldn't expect her to stay just because he wanted her to.
"Namjoon-ah stop pouting and eat!" Jin scolded, dropping a pancake on his plate. "You'll see her again."
"Oh you'll definitely be seeing her again." Hoseok added. "The way you were all snuggled up and snoring?! I'm not letting her get away that easy."
"I haven't seen you sleep that hard in a while Namjoon hyung," Jimin said.
"Yeah Rapmon hyung! You missed practice and everything. Jimin was freaking out."
"Yah Jungkook! Why is he Hyung but I'm not you little brat!"
Yoongi cut in before the argument took off, "What matters is that he finally slept."
"Exactly," Jin said, heading shaking in agreement. "How long did you sleep anyway? It's going on 10 am now."
Namjoon had to think. He left Hybe around 7:00 and after the drive home and shower he assumed she probably didn't get to his house until almost 9:00. After their little exchange it was probably like 11 when they finally settled to sleep. "Like nine hours give or take."
"Holy shit!"
They all had shocked looks on their faces, relief in their eyes.
Namjoon felt bad for burdening them with his stubbornness, especially when they were right all along.
"I'm sorry," he cleared his throat. "For making you guys worry. You were right I needed to rest... and I'm glad you pushed me to do it."
"Aww Hyung! We love you!" Jimin said reaching over to give the leader a hug.
Laughter spread around the table, warmth settling in Namjoon's chest.
Everyone looked at him happily.
Everyone except Taehyung.
Namjoon's smile fell, "Tae? What's wrong?"
The man pouted dramatically, arms crossed.
"Why don't you ever let me hold you like that when we sleep? Like that time in the RV?!"
The room erupted in laughter.
For the first time in a while, Namjoon felt truly rested.
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Eden slid down the door of her bedroom, hands covering her face as the events of the last twelve hours replayed in her head.
She slept over with Namjoon VOLUNTARILY.
Let him sleep between her legs - INCHES away from her Vag. Which he didn't hesitate to point out.
BTS saw.
AND she tased Jin.
She was never going to live this down.
She thanked god Sunhi wasn't home when she got there. The NDA would have been dust if she saw her friend when she walked through that front door.
Eden groaned into her hands.
After a full minute of wallowing, she pushed herself up and walked to her closet. She wanted to skip so bad. Deep down just wanting to rot in bed with the covers over her head, has lighting herself into believing last night was a fever dream.
But she had midterms soon and couldn't afford to miss another lecture. What's the point of cuddling for tuition if you don't go to school?
She showered. Pulled her curls into a cute half up, half down. Touched up her lipgloss. And forced herself out the front door.
The bus ride was a blur. Faces, buildings, and cars flying by as she stared out the window. Stopped at a red light, she looked up at a billboard advertisement.
Namjoon was front and center, the rest of his band mates surrounding him.
The universe had to be kidding...
She shook her head and shifted away. Thoughts of his husky voice whispering "...Your thighs are great pillows." Flooding her mind.
Maybe if she asked nicely the bus driver would run her over?
She sat in her usual spot at the back of her PR and Crisis Management class. The hushed whispers and giggles of her classmates as they mingled with each other filled the room.
Eden didn't have friends, only Sunhi and maybe Dawoon now? She had acquaintances of course, but her quiet nature never put her in the position to make many friends.
She was sure if it wasn't for her parents forcing her to do Kumon as a punishment, she never would have been friends with Sunhi.
Maybe Namjoon was right. It was ironic for her to go into PR.
The classroom fell silent when her professor walked in. Side conversations tossed to the side to give the woman their full attention. She didn't verbally demand it, but everything about her appearance did.
Shoulders squared, bob cut perfectly, and a resting bitch face. The sound of her heels clacking on the floor commanding the room like a drill sergeant. She just gave off the vibe she shouldn't be fucked with.
"Good Morning. We'll be going over the details of your final project today."
Eden's heart sank. Not from fear, but exhaustion.
Her schedule was going to be tight.
Taking notes, she listened as her professor went over the rubric and instructions. The vibration of her phone against the table pulling her attention away.
A notification from her bank. Most likely another bill taken out of her account.
She flipped her phone face down and forced herself through the rest of class, absorbing maybe one or two more topics before escaping as soon as the clock hit the hour.
Eden met Sunhi for lunch, keeping up with her end of their daily routine.
"Oh how I've missed your face!" Sunhi yelled, springing from her seat when Eden arrived at their table.
"Hey Sun," she said, bracing herself for the impact of her friend's tight squeeze.
Sunhi pulled back from the hug, faced turned up. "Oh. So you hate me and want me to die?"
Eden blinked. "Girl what?! When did I say that?"
"You didn't have to. Your actions say it all."
"Oh stop it. You are so dramatic."
"Oh so now you're calling me names?!" She gasped, clutching her nonexistent pearls. "Have one sleepover with a man and you don't know how to act."
The image of Namjoon asleep between her legs flashed in her memory. The back of her neck growing hot.
"Alright, shut up," she said, swatting her arm.
"Then hug me like you mean it!"
They went back and forth for a good thirty seconds until Eden finally caved and gave Sunhi a real proper hug.
Sunhi hummed, satisfied. "That's better. Now sit down and eat I bought lunch."
Eden slid into her seat, pulling her phone out as Sunhi pushed a tray of food toward her.
"Thanks. How much do I owe you?" she asked, bank app already loading.
"What part of I bought lunch do you not understand? You don't have to pay me back. Just do my laundry or something."
Eden shivered, the thought of going anywhere near Sun's heap of laundry giving her the heebie jeebies.
Going to close the app, her breath caught in her throat at a new deposit in her account.
+2,000,000 KRW from: rpwprpwp
She blinked. Refreshed the page. Blinked again.
Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. It was very much real.
She opened cuddle buddies immediately.
gardenofeden: 2 million won?!
gardenofeden: are you actually insane???
She got an immediate reply.
rpwprpwp: You saved me
rpwprpwp: #thickthighssavelives
rpwprpwp: And don't try to send it back or I'll double it.
She sat back in disbelief.
"Why do you look like you just saw a ghost? What's wrong with you?" Sunhi questioned from across the table.
Story Summary: You know what happens when soulmates first meet. But when it happens to you one day at work, you are less than thrilled. Things only get worse when your new soulmate introduces you to his six friends.
Pairing: ot7 x f!reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit (later chapters)
General Tags: soulmates!AU, slow burn, angst, hurt and comfort, long-distance relationships, canonical therapy, eventual smut, an eventual HEA
Fic Warnings: low self esteem, self-harm, past abuse (physical, mental, emotional), lots of talk about food (both in positive and negative ways).
A/N: Is it obvious that feeding people is one of my love languages...
Chapter 24: What Do You See When You Look At Me?
You have one day to make Jungkook's dreams come true.
The evening your soulmates left for Korea, you started crossing off days on the calendar. Weeks away in April, you circled the day Jungkook would arrive and you happily crossed off each day in advance before you went to bed. Jungkook had coordinated with Seijin to get an extra day at the end of his LA trip to visit you. Seijin worked the magic he normally did to make this happen. And, when you sent your next letter to Namjoon, you sent it packaged with several large packs of Sour Patch Kids, a candy you learned Seijin was fond of from touring, but unable to get easily in Korea. It was part thank you gift, part apology for making his life more difficult in the recent months.
Jungkook was set to arrive the next morning after a red-eye flight from LA. You spent the evening tidying up the apartment and making sure that everything was ready for him – fresh sheets on the two guest beds, plenty of snacks, enough towels in the spare bathroom. Though he was only staying for 24 hours, you wanted to visit to be as comfortable and relaxing as possible for your youngest soulmate. You knew he'd be returning to Seoul for weeks of grueling work. And, as you got ready for bed, you looked at the last detail for the weekend: your new dress. It wasn't particularly fancy, knee-length and sleeveless, with pretty floral lace on the bodice, that you found on sale a few weeks ago. But it filled in the gap in your small dress wardrobe between your two casual dresses and your singular gown. You'd gone looking for a new dress when you learned Jungkook was confirmed to visit and you'd started to plan for what you'd do together. It'd taken some coordination and some long-distance scheming, but you hoped your youngest soulmate would enjoy the surprise. And, thanks to Jin and Yoongi, you knew Jungkook was still clueless.
"Hey, are you alone right now?" You asked one morning when on the phone with Jin.
"Yoongi's here," he said, "but everyone else is out. Why?"
"That's okay. Can he come listen?" You waited for a moment as Jin put his phone on speaker.
"Is everything okay?" Yoongi asked. You could practically see his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"Everything is good," you explained. "But I need your help with a surprise for Jungkook. Do you remember the outfit he wore for Tae's birthday?"
"Yeah?" Jin answered.
"I need you guys to convince him to bring that on his trip here. But don't let him know it's because I asked. And please don't tell Namjoon? This is a secret."
You heard Jin laugh a little.
"Why can't you just tell him to bring it?" Yoongi asked. "He'd pack it in a heartbeat if you told him. It might be a little harder for us to convince him. If you don't tell him about the surprise, you could just ask him to bring the clothes."
"If I asked him to bring it, he'd get too suspicious. As soon as I ask, he'll know what the surprise is."
"Okay, we'll do it," Jin said. "But can we know what the surprise is?"
"I'm taking him on a date," you said softly. Honestly, the idea made you blush a little. "He brought it up earlier, so I planned a nice date, just the two of us."
"We'll get him to pack the stuff," Jin said. "Don't worry."
And so, on the day Jungkook was scheduled to leave for Los Angeles, you got a confirmation text from both Jin and Yoongi confirming that the maknae brought the clothes. A reservation for the cute, Italian bistro was confirmed for tomorrow evening. All you needed now was Jungkook.
When you woke up the next morning, bright and early, you headed to Ally and Jay's. They were letting you borrow their car for the day, an attempt to both minimize Jungkook's time around people who could potentially recognize the very identifiable pop star and maximize your time together. As you parked and headed toward the baggage claim, your heart started to race a little. Though your relationship with Jungkook was relatively easy, the thought of being alone with him for the entire day made you nervous. He could oscillate between flirtatious and shy at breakneck speeds, and you were curious about which side would come out more when it was just the two of you. Standing with everyone else who was waiting to greet their arrivals, you looked around for Jungkook. His plane had landed a little while ago, and he was due to walk through the area soon. You heard him before you saw him.
"Noona!"
You looked around, trying to find him in the crowd. You saw a man in dark sweatpants and a bulky sweatshirt push through the crowds. You took off towards him, eyes focused on him. When you got to each other, you immediately embraced. You wrapped your arms around him and Jungkook took the chance to sweep you off your feet. He spun you around as you giggled, then set you back down. Bending over, he touched his forehead to yours.
"I've missed you so much," he whispered.
"I've missed you too," you said, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. "But let's get to the car. We'll go home and relax."
As you drove home, Jungkook talked about his time in LA. How cool the band members were that he worked with, including the drummer who let Jungkook show off his new skills and then gave some pointers. How he watched surfers on the beach each morning from his hotel room. He wanted to learn now, but hadn't had time during his stay for a lesson. But what Jungkook talked about most was the food. From taco trucks to a fine steakhouse the band had invited him to, Jungkook detailed his meals and snacks until your stomach started rumbling.
"You're making me hungry, Kook," you laughed as you let him into the apartment.
"Then can we eat breakfast?" He asked, taking off his mask and shoes.
"We can eat," you laughed, never failing to be amused by your soulmate's endless stomach. "Go put your stuff away and I'll start something."
You watched him go down the hallway, smiling at his presence. Though you weren't as hungry as you joked, you cut up some fruit for yourself and Jungkook to share and got out bread and eggs. Jungkook came back a few minutes later, just as you were finishing the few slices of egg-in-a-nest you made for him.
"Where's your plate?" He asked, standing close behind you and watching.
"I ate something before I came to pick you up. I've got some fruit though." You handed him the plate, smiling.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook said, smile falling from his face. "I didn't mean to make you cook just for me. I could've made myself something."
"It's okay!" You said. You reached out to take his free hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "I know you would've cooked something for yourself. But I wanted to."
"But you don't have to." Jungkook shifted a little, glancing from your joined hands to your face. "You're not my mom, you're not my maid. I can make my own food."
"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"I'm not – It's just," Jungkook tried to talk, but let out a frustrated groan. Wanting to give him time to collect his thoughts, you led him to the kitchen table and sat down. Once the plates were on the table, you took his hands in yours, thumbs tracing his tattoos in an attempt to soothe the younger man. Finally, he sighed and spoke. "It's not that I'm uncomfortable. I just don't want you to feel like you owe us anything."
"I understand," you said. "But relationships are about give and take. Remember how Yoongi talked about accepting help?" He nodded. "Well, if I accept your help, then don't you have to accept my help?" Jungkook nodded again and looked up at you. "I didn't make food because I had to, Jungkook. I made it because you were hungry and I wanted to take care of my soulmate."
At your last words, Jungkook's face became indecipherable. But he pulled you gently into his arms and held you closely. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind as he took deep, steadying breaths. Unsure of how to help, you stayed quiet, just running your hands up and down his back. After a few moments, Jungkook placed a kiss on your cheek and pulled away.
"Thank you, Noona," he said.
You smiled at him and Jungkook turned to start eating. Your hands stayed laced together though, each of you making due with eating with only one hand.
"Can I cook dinner, then?" Jungkook asked after a few bites. "I'm not as good as Jin or Yoongi, but I'm still a decent cook."
"How about lunch?" You countered. Jungkook gave you a confused look and you figured it was time to explain your plan. "I made a dinner reservation for us. A little Italian place with really good reviews. It's kinda fancy, and I think you'll like it."
"Is that why they were so insistent on me bringing a suit?" Jungkook asked, his eyes wide.
"Yeah. I asked for their help in making sure you brought something nice to wear. I've got a dress too. We'll both be dressed up."
His eyes sparkled, now recognizing what you were saying, how you'd taken his wish and turned it into a reality. Jungkook reached up with his free hand and cupped your cheek. His eyes were focused on you and he inched closer. Your breath hitched and you wondered if he was going to kiss you like this, here in your kitchen, both of you in sweats. Jungkook didn't though, at least not as you expected. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, though, before pulling away and smiling his adorable grin.
"I love that plan," he said, kissing your cheek a final time before turning, with red cheeks, to his food
"I just don't think I'm good at video games," you laughed.
Wanting to just hang around the apartment together until it was time for dinner, Jungkook had taken out his Switch in an attempt to get you hooked on Overwatch, his favorite game that involved shooting and a dozen other components that moved too fast for you. Over the last hour, your soulmate attempted to teach you the controls of the game, but you still spent the majority of your gameplay jumping when you meant to shoot or being unable to navigate the map. You didn't mind though, enjoying being squeezed on the love seat with Jungkook, him pressed close to your side and looking over your shoulder at the screen. He wasn't bold enough to try Jimin's move from your last time playing video games, but that was okay. Like Taehyung had said to you, Jungkook wasn't Jimin.
"I thought you were bad at Mario Kart," Jungkook laughed as your character died and respawned again, "but this is almost sad."
"I'm trying my best!" You said, playfully pushing at his shoulder. "I think the first time I played a video game was after Ally and Jay met in high school. I didn't do this stuff as a kid."
Though you meant it as a joke, Jungkook's face fell. Even months later, he still got distinctly upset when you brought up your childhood, even in passing. You put the game down and twisted around to face Jungkook. Reaching out, you grabbed one of his hands, linking your fingers, and you cupped his face with your other. All the humor and laughter had drained from him, his eyes avoiding yours.
"What's the matter, Jungkook?" You asked gently, trying to get him to look at you. He didn't say anything. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad. I didn't think bringing that up would upset you."
"How could it not?" He asked, finally looking at you. You shrugged, honestly not knowing. "I wish I could go back and change it all. If we met sooner, we could've been there for you. We would have protected you."
"We can't change the past," you told him. "And thinking like that – the could've, would've, should've scenarios – it'll just drive us all crazy. My past is what it is, none of us can change that." You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'm okay now. I'm happy."
Finally, Jungkook smiled and squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'm happy too."
"I don't want to upset you anymore, though. I'll try not to bring that up around you."
"But I don't want that," he insisted. "I want us to be able to talk about anything. I just…I can't not be upset when you talk about that. I think it'll always make me sad."
You nodded, understanding what he meant. Jungkook shifted, wrapping you into his arms and pulling you closer until you were essentially in his lap. You moved a little, not wanting to make him bear too much of your weight. He just tightened his arms though, and you gave in to his hold. Wrapping your arms around him, you rested your head against his shoulder.
"I think that way too, though. What would I change if I could?" you said. "I would've stayed that first day when you guys brought up dinner. Maybe that would've been the time to tell you everything, but I don't know. After the dates might've been better," you sighed. "But that doesn't help us now. So I'm just trying to be a better soulmate."
You felt Jungkook nod. The two of you stayed like that, silent with your arms wrapped around each other, for several minutes. Occasionally, you'd run your fingers across his back, or you'd feel his hand caress your shoulder. But you stayed quiet, simply enjoying being so close to one of your soulmates.
That didn't last though.
"Oh, I gotta go!" Jungkook said suddenly, startling you. He started to pull away and you looked at him, curious.
"What's the matter, Kookie?"
"I need to go to the store. I-I forgot something."
"What did you forget? There's a store a few blocks from here. I can take you there?"
"I know where it is already," he said. "I found it on my phone and have the location."
You didn't say anything, but looked at him suspiciously. He was clearly hiding something, but you hadn't a clue what. Though you knew he frequently traveled internationally and lived in a city many times larger than yours, you couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about him venturing out alone.
"You sure you don't want me to come for the walk?"
"I'm good," he said, smiling his tooth grin. "I promise."
With a quick kiss to your cheek, Jungkook put on his shoes, hat, and facemask and left. You spent the next half hour on your phone, alternating between scrolling aimlessly and watching the time. When the door opened, Jungkook popped his head in, the rest of his body still in the hallway.
"Can you close your eyes?" He called over.
"Why?" You asked, trying to see what he had in the hallway.
"Just trust me. Please?"
You closed your eyes and, for good measure, covered them with your hands. You heard him walk by you and into the kitchen, the sounds of glasses being moved around and water running. It sounded like your fridge opened. You were dying to find out what Jungkook was doing, but you waited as promised. Hopefully, you'd find out by tonight.
"Are you almost ready, Noona?"
"Five more minutes!"
You were actually all ready. Your hair in a delicate braid, light make-up on your face, shoes on. But, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you felt the nervous pit in your stomach grow. You remembered how Jungkook looked for Tae's birthday, well tailored suit clinging to his body, his hair perfectly styled. When you stood next to him now, would it look like you belonged with him? Or would you still seem like a mismatched, cumbersome addition to his perfection? You couldn't do anything right now about the size of your body or the few crinkles that already lived in the corners of your eyes, but you hoped that the effort you put into your outfit would make you look good enough for your soulmate.
You were pulled from your thoughts though as you heard the front door open and close. Wandering out of your room, you looked for Jungkook. You called out his name a few times, and checked in the two spare rooms and the bathroom. You paused though, when you saw his shoes were gone from the entryway. As you went to grab your phone and call him, somebody knocked on your door. When you opened it, you smiled.
Jungkook stood in your doorway, looking just as handsome as you imagined he would. His hair was less styled, bangs hanging over his forehead. And, in his hands, he gripped a bouquet of pink carnations. Neither of you spoke for a moment, simply taking each other in. Jungkook's eyes were wide, and you swore you could see yourself in their reflection. There were a dozen things you wanted to do as you gazed at him – tell him how handsome he was, kiss him, beg him to take you back to Seoul with him, hug him and never let go. But you settled on the least intimidating option.
"Why are you standing outside, Jungkook?"
This seemed to jolt him out of his reverie. His face flushed and he ran a hand through his hair, bashful.
"It's how things happen in the movies," he explained. "I'm supposed to pick you up at your front door for a date and give you flowers." He offered you the bouquet.
"I think you watch too many movies," you laughed, pulling him back into the apartment. You took the bouquet though, raising up on your toes to kiss his cheek. "Thank you." You walked to the kitchen, wanting to put the flowers in water before you left. "Was this the errand you ran earlier?" Jungkook just nodded, smiling widely as he watched you. "You're the sweetest, Kook."
Luckily, the restaurant wasn't far away, and the two of you were able to walk there leisurely and still make your reservation. It was everything you hoped for – dimly lit, well-spaced tables, the other couples present too involved in their own romance to bother paying attention to anyone passing by. Regardless, you'd requested a corner table to try and hide your soulmate just a little more, and they were able to sit you there. Jungkook hurried to pull out your chair before sitting himself and taking off his facemask.
"What do you think?" You asked him
"This is so nice," he said quietly, looking around. "It's just like what I pictured."
You smiled widely, glad that you could offer this to him. Jungkook and the others deserved to feel special, and you promised yourself that you would do everything in your power to make them feel as cared for and loved as they made you feel.
Dinner passed easily, conversation flowing over food. You talked about the graduate programs you'd applied to and the clumsy but kind new employee you'd been training at the cafe. Jungkook explained more about what Festa involved, and explained their mini-tour schedule for the fall.
"It'll make your visits a little more structured, at least at the start. We'll still need to be at work, so we won't be relaxing at the apartment all together like in December."
"I can come with you guys, though?" You asked. "If I'm not disrupting your work, can I at least hang around the studio with everyone?"
"Yeah, that should be fine," he agreed. "Plus, I think we'll try to arrange breaks so we can hang out or go somewhere with you. That way you're not just held captive at Hybe."
"That sounds nice. But I promise I won't be a distraction while I'm there."
"You already are," Jungkook blurted out.
His eyes went wide when he realized what he said and he looked at you. You just laughed though, probably too loudly for the restaurant's atmosphere.
When the waiter, who luckily seemed to pay Jungkook no mind other than to occasionally glare at the tattoos on his hand, dropped off your desserts, you watched Jungkook happily take a spoonful of his chocolate lava cake.
"What did you get?" He asked, eyeing your plate.
"Tiramisu," you said. Then you got an idea. "Would you like to try some?"
Jungkook nodded, always ready to try more food. As you scooped some up with your spoon, Jungkook pushed his plate closer to you, waiting for you to place the food on his plate. You didn't though, instead holding out your spoon for him to try. Jungkook stared at you, eyes wide. When you fed Taehyung at his birthday dinner, it was spontaneous and light-hearted. Here, sitting alone with Jungkook though, there was no playfulness. You remembered how he spoke back in Seoul, what he wanted, and you were trying to offer him that. You couldn't bear to look at him, unsure of whether he was ready to take that step. So, when you heard him shift, leaning forward to take your proffered bite, you glanced up shyly. Your soulmate was grinning and blushing brightly, as you sure you were too. He then held out a spoonful of his cake to you.
"Do you – Do you want a bite?" He asked.
His hand was shaking, making the spoon tremble as he watched you with careful eyes. You nodded, afraid that speaking would break the spell that had fallen over you both. You leaned forward and Jungkook guided the spoon to your mouth, hand still unsteady. The cake was probably delicious, but you could barely taste it, completely focused on Jungkook as he leaned closer to you. You leaned in too, willing to follow his lead, to let him kiss you here, but were surprised when his thumb swiped at your bottom lip.
“You had a spot,” he whispered, thumb still against your mouth. Then, as if he was shocked, he stood quickly and pushed in his chair. “I’ll be right back.”
You watched him walk away, trying to catch your breath as he left you alone. Though you’d barely touched each other, you felt as though you were on fire under Jungkook’s eyes and hands. You planned to take him on a walk along the river after dinner, but you weren’t sure if you’d survive that. Part of you wanted to run back to your bedroom and lock yourself in there alone, far away from your soulmate’s heady presence. The other part wanted to get as close to Jungkook as you possibly could, and not leave his side until his flight tomorrow.
You watched Jungkook's confident stride as he made his way back towards your table. You weren't the only one paying him attention now, several heads turned away from their dates and towards your soulmate. A pair of waitresses giggled in a corner. Jungkook either didn't see, or didn't care, his stare focused on you.
“Are you ready to go?” Jungkook asked when he got to you.
“I am.” He grabbed your hand, helping you to your feet before putting an arm around your waist and leading you to the door. “The bill!” You said, trying to get him to slow down. “We need to pay.”
“Already taken care of,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.
You let him sweep you out of the restaurant, enthralled by the sudden confidence he displayed. Once outside, you led him towards the park down by the river. Neither of you spoke during the walk, letting the cool night air attempt to calm the fire that had ignited between you two at the restaurant. There were other people in the park – couples walking, people walking their dogs, a few nighttime joggers – but no one paid you any attention. The dark concealed you in your own world.
“I’m sorry about that,” Jungkook finally spoke up. “I just needed to get out of there and be able to touch you.”
“We could’ve held hands in the restaurant,” you said.
He stopped walking and turned to face you. Both of his hands went to your hips, pulling your body flush against his.
“I wanted to hold you closer, though.”
Between the breeze and his stare, you shivered. You hadn’t anticipated the night to get so chilly, and you hadn’t brought a jacket. Jungkook noticed though, quickly removing his suit jacket and wrapping it around you. He whispered your name softly, one of the rare times he addressed you by it.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” he said softly.
He stared into your eyes, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. He looked like he wanted to continue speaking, so you waited. Instead, he leaned down, hesitating right before his lips touched yours. You reached up though, raising up on your toes and closing the distance between you. As soon as your lips touched, you gripped onto your soulmate’s waist, anchoring you together. His lips were cautious as they moved against yours, and his hand was soft as it traced your cheek. Jungkook pulled away from the kiss first, but rested his forehead against yours.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He whispered.
“We’re soulmates, Kookie,” you reminded him.
“I know. But I really want to be boyfriend and girlfriend as well.”
You smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips.
“Let’s get back home, then,” you said, stepping out of his grasp. “I want to kiss my boyfriend more.”
Jungkook’s face lit up at your words, and he took your hand, following you back to the apartment. The entire walk, he remained pressed against your side, as if being more than a few inches from you caused him pain. His hand pressed against the small of your back as you led him through the atrium of your apartment building and up the stairs. You struggled to pull your keys out of your purse, distracted by the way both his hands moved towards your waist. When you finally unlocked the door, Jungkook wasted no time pushing you into the apartment, arms now fully wrapped around you and tugging your back tightly to his chest. He buried his head into your neck, taking deep breaths of the perfume you’d used earlier. You placed your hands on his arms, fingers smoothing his tattooed skin.
“You okay?” you whispered after a few moments of silence. He nodded against you. You turned your head to the side and pressed your lips to the top of his head.
“Can we really keep kissing?” He mumbled into your neck.
“Of course,” you laughed a little.
You wanted to tease him, to tell him that his hold on you was the only thing preventing your lips from being against his, but you didn’t get the chance. He spun you around, quickly smashing his lips to yours. These weren't the sweet kisses you exchanged at the park. Jungkook’s mouth was frantic, hungry as he pressed himself against you. The kisses were sloppy, his teeth bumping yours.
“Slow down, Jungkook,” you said, pulling away from him. He chased you for another kiss, but you stopped him, placing your hands on his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his face crestfallen. "Did I hurt you?"
"No!" You rushed to reassure him, cupping his face gently. "But you can take a breath. This isn't a race." To show him, you pulled him down into a new, slow kiss, trying to get him to savor the movement of your lips against each other. “There’s no need to rush,” you told him, thumbs tracing over his cheeks. “We have all the time in the world.”
“But we don’t,” he said, his eyes starting to water with emotion. “I leave tomorrow morning. And then we won’t see each other until June.”
“We’ll have time in June. And then again in September. I’m not leaving, Jungkook,” you explained. “I’m only going to be getting closer.”
“Do you promise?”
“The only place I’ll be going from here on out is closer to you guys.”
This seemed to reassure Jungkook. He leaned down to kiss you again, this kiss all slow-burning passion and careful exploration, his hand cupping the back of your head. Without breaking the kiss, you pulled him with you back towards the couch. He followed you without complaint. As soon as he sat down next to you, your hands were on him again, running over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling his carefully crafted muscles tighten under your touch. Jungkook angled his head, trying to deepen the kiss as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip. He didn’t follow through, though, so you took the opportunity to repeat the action to him. His lips parted with a soft moan, and you slid your tongue past them. He couldn’t decide where to put his hands, moving them constantly from your waist to your hips to your thighs, squeezing and feeling every soft part of you. You ran your hands down the front of his chest, feeling the sculpt of his muscles just underneath the pads of your fingers. Jungkook placed a hand on your back, pulling you closer to him, but you wanted to be closer still. You broke away from your soulmate’s lips, placing kisses along his jawline and down his neck. His chest was heaving and you felt it move as you started to work on the buttons of his shirt. But, when you popped the third button open, Jungkook froze underneath you.
“Are you okay?” You asked, pulling away and taking your hands completely away from him. “What’s the matter?”
“I’ve never done anything else,” he mumbled, looking where his hands laid in his lap.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never done anything other than making out,” he said softly. “A little bit of touching over the clothes, but that’s it.” He was blushing and still wouldn’t look up at you. “Between becoming a trainee and debuting so young, I never had time for dating. I’ve kissed some girls, mostly at private parties, but never gone much farther.” He finally glanced up at you, large eyes worried. “Are you disappointed?”
“Absolutely not,” you said. Disappointed, no. But you were a little surprised; Jungkook was ridiculously handsome and wealthy, which could be a seductive combination. But he was shy and had become famous at a young age, which you knew had affected his youth. You reached out and touched his hand softly, wanting him to be able to pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t though, weaving his fingers with yours. “There’s nothing to be disappointed about.” Jungkook started to protest, but you gave him a chaste kiss to silence him. “We can move forward at whatever speed you want. We won’t go any further than what you’re ready for.”
Letting out a held breath, Jungkook leaned forward and hugged you tightly. You hugged him back, glad to see that your soulmate was comfortable again. Running your hands through his hair, you felt his breathing even out.
“We should probably go to bed soon,” you told him. “You have to be at the airport early.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” Jungkook said, tightening his arms around you.
You weren’t sure what to say, or how to comfort him. It was six weeks til your trip in June. And, while six weeks was shorter than the three months initially planned, it didn’t provide much comfort when you both knew how wonderful it was to be in each other’s arms. So you didn’t lie, didn’t try to placate him when you didn’t believe it yourself. You just held on, hands still smoothing over his hair and back. If Jungkook didn’t want to move, then you’d just spend the night like this, curled on the couch with him.
“The others,” he said finally. “They’ve…you guys have,” he struggled, trying to find the right words to proceed. “When we’ve all been together, you and some of the others have slept together?” You nodded. “Would you…would it be okay if I slept with you tonight?” You could practically feel his cheeks heat up as he rushed to clarify. “Not for anything else! I just want to cuddle and be close.”
“I’d like that, Jungkook.”
Despite that plan, you both got ready for bed separately, neither one of you ready for the intimacy that came with changing in front of the other or completing your nightly routines together. Your bedroom door remained open though, an invitation for Jungkook to enter whenever he was ready. He came in several minutes after you finished getting ready, as you were grabbing a spare blanket for the unexpectedly cool night. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, waiting to see what he would do as he hung nervously in your doorway.
“We don’t have to do this,” you said finally, looking at him. He was shifting from foot to foot, not quite sure where to look. You imagined that this was how you looked the night of Taehyung’s birthday – both thrilled and nervous at the invitation. You approached him, putting a hand on his arm. “You can change your mind at any point. If you stay, you can leave later. Or you can leave now and come back later tonight. You’re welcome to do whatever feels best.”
Wondering if having less attention on him would help him feel comfortable enough to make a decision, you chose to go to bed. You raised on your toes to kiss his cheek sweetly, then went to lay down. Bidding him a final good night, you turned off your light. Luckily, this worked. You heard Jungkook walk towards you, and the bed shifted as he climbed in. Emboldened by the darkness, you felt him curl behind you and wrap his arm around your stomach, pulling you against him. And, knowing this would be the last moment like this for weeks to come, you both fell asleep.
A/N: More kisses!
I've never claimed and will never claim to know BTS personally, the characters that I wrote are just based on the public personas they put forward. I don't know what they do personally, and that's not my right. This is fiction. With that all said, the whole "JK is a virgin" plotline aged hilariously fast, even when I first posted this. I came up and wrote this chapter pre-Seven and pre-3D. I thought it would be interesting to explore. So please, make every joke I deserve, but know this chapter predates the horny JK album
Also, special shout-out to @kimmynammy who predicted this chapter's reveal!
° ｡ ° Two years of relentless, public trash-talk was supposed to be your armor, but one look across the crowded Alpha Sig front lawn and you’re right back where you started. Draped in a fitted skirt and craving the very thing that ruins you; "don't you dare walk away." — the lights are low, the bass is heavy, and jimin is ready to remind you exactly who you belong to.
[ 🎀 ] --- rival!jimin x f!reader ⊹ 𖦹 ✧ cw | college au • fraternity/sorority setting • academic rivals to lovers • established tension • secret pining • heavy smut • rough sex • desk sex • fingering • unprotected sex • creampie • praise • possessive behavior • marking • aftercare • explicit content
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°⊹- notes : i couldn't get the image of jimin in a fitted black silk shirt and a sharp undercut out of my head 😭 the tension between these two is literally driving me insane, i just needed them to finally break. hope you guys love this explosive mess as much as i do!!
The neon Greek letters of Alpha Sigma Rho buzzed with a low, electric hum, casting a crimson glow over the massive front lawn. It was the first official rager of the semester, and Park Jimin, fraternity president and campus legend, had pulled out all the stops. The bass from the speakers inside was so intense it rattled the windowpanes, vibrating right through the soles of everyone’s sneakers.
Across the street, standing on the porch of the Kappa Zeta house, you smoothed down your skirt and sighed. As sorority president, your job description theoretically involved leadership, philanthropy, and academic excellence. In reality, it mostly involved babysitting sixty college girls and making sure nobody burned the house down.
"Oh, come on, Prez," Mimi groaned, tossing her glossy hair over her shoulder as she applied a fresh layer of lip gloss. "It’s Alpha Sig. The entire campus is going to be there. Plus, Namjoon promised me he’d save us a spot by the VIP bar upstairs."
"Namjoon is the vice president of a fraternity that currently owes us three hundred dollars for property damages from last semester's homecoming," you pointed out, crossing your arms.
"Details, details," Ellie chimed in, adjusting her cropped top. "Taehyung is going to be there too. He told me he bought a new vintage leather jacket just for tonight. I have to see it."
Mari nodded vigorously, already halfway down the porch steps. "And Seokjin is managing the grill and the bar. You know he makes those mixed drinks that taste like juice but hit like a freight train. Let’s just go for one hour. Please?"
You looked at your three best friends, sighing in defeat. You knew exactly why they wanted to go, and it wasn’t just for the free alcohol. The Alpha Sigs and the Kappa Zetas had a long-standing, volatile, and highly public rivalry. But underneath the prank wars and the public trash-talk, there was an undeniable, simmering tension between the two houses.
Specifically, between you and Park Jimin.
Jimin was the bane of your existence. He was arrogant, impossibly charming, and possessed a smirk that made you want to either punch him or kiss him—a frustrating internal debate you refused to acknowledge. For the past two years, he had made it his personal mission to pick at you, tease your sorority, and push every single one of your buttons. You gave it right back to him, establishing a fierce, unyielding rivalry. What you would never admit out loud, not even to Mimi under a truth serum, was that the mere sound of his voice made your stomach do backflips. You pined for him in the quiet dark of your bedroom, cursing his name while secretly craving his touch.
You had no idea that across the street, standing on the balcony of his bedroom, Jimin was looking through the neon haze straight at you. He took a sip from his red solo cup, his eyes narrowing as he watched you finally relent and walk down the steps with your girls. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. Tonight was the night. He was tired of the bickering. He wanted you, and he was going to get you.
The moment you walked through the heavy oak doors of the Alpha Sig house, the scent of stale beer, expensive cologne, and cheap vodka washed over you. The living room was a sea of dancing bodies, strobe lights flashing rhythmically against the sweat-sheened skin of the partygoers.
"Keep your eyes on each other," you shouted over the music to your girls. "We leave together, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure!" Mimi yelled back, but her eyes were already scanning the crowd. Within thirty seconds, a tall, dimpled figure emerged from the smoke. Namjoon waved, a dimpled smile breaking across his face as he navigated the crowd toward Mimi.
"Hey, Kappa," Namjoon greeted, his voice deep and smooth. "Glad you made it. Come on, I’ve got a booth saved."
Mimi threw you a quick, apologetic wave before letting Namjoon guide her away by the waist. Almost on cue, Taehyung appeared from the kitchen, looking like a runway model in his vintage leather jacket. He caught Ellie’s eye, giving her a slow wink that made her instantly melt into his side.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," a confident voice boomed. Seokjin strode over, holding two vibrant blue drinks. He handed one to Mari, flashing his signature dazzling smile. "Mari, you look stunning. Come to the bar, I made a special batch just for the Kappas."
Before you could even protest, Mari was swept away, leaving you standing completely alone in the middle of the crowded foyer. You let out a frustrated huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Traitors, you thought. Every single one of them.
"Left all alone on a Friday night? That’s a bad look for a president."
The smooth, honeyed voice sent a shiver straight down your spine. You didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. You put on your best mask of icy indifference and turned on your heel.
Jimin was leaning against the grand staircase, looking devastatingly handsome. He wore a fitted black silk shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing his collarbones and a glimpse of his toned chest. His pitch-black hair was perfectly tousled, voluminous and messy on top, while a sharp, clean undercut buzzed tightly against the sides of his head, emphasizing his razor-sharp jawline. He held a solo cup in one hand, his fingers heavy with silver rings.
"Park," you said, your voice dripping with faux boredom. "I see you managed to throw a party without the fire department showing up. So far. It’s early, though."
Jimin chuckled, stepping away from the stairs and closing the distance between you. He was shorter than some of his brothers, but his presence was massive, radiating pure, unadulterated confidence. He stopped just inches away from you, close enough that you could smell his cologne—woodsmoke, vanilla, and something intoxicatingly male.
"Always so sharp," Jimin murmured, tilting his head as his eyes swept down your body, taking in your fitted skirt and the way your collarbones caught the flashing strobe lights. As he shifted, the warm overhead lighting caught the subtle gold hoops and the small stud piercing his ear, adding a rebellious edge to his look. "I throw the biggest rager of the semester, invite your entire house for free, and this is the thanks I get? You hurt my feelings, Prez."
"You don't have feelings, Jimin. Just an ego," you shot back, lifting your chin defiantly.
"Ouch." He pressed a hand over his heart, though the wicked smirk on his lips betrayed his amusement. "Come on. Let me get you a drink. Unless you're too scared to hang out with the big boys?"
"I can drink you under the table, Park. Don't tempt me."
"Is that a challenge?" Jimin’s eyes flashed with something dark and hungry. He gestured toward the stairs. "The main bar is a zoo. I have a private stash upstairs in my office. Safer. Quieter. Just us."
Your instincts screamed at you to say no. Going upstairs into the lion's den with the one man who made your brain short-circuit was a recipe for disaster. But the alcohol in the air, the thumping bass, and the sheer, exhausting weight of your secret pining made you bold.
"Lead the way, Frat Boy," you said, challenging him with a look.
Jimin’s smirk widened, and for a fraction of a second, you saw a flash of genuine vulnerability in his eyes—a look of pure, desperate relief that you had actually agreed. He turned and led you up the stairs, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the crowded hallway.
The moment Jimin closed his office door behind you, the deafening roar of the party muffled into a low, thudding heartbeat. The office was spacious, furnished with heavy leather couches, a mahogany desk, and a fully stocked bar cart in the corner. It smelled like rich leather and expensive bourbon.
"Make yourself comfortable," Jimin said, walking over to the bar cart. He poured two glasses of top-shelf whiskey over large, spherical ice cubes.
You didn't sit. Instead, you walked over to his desk, running a finger along the smooth wood. "Nice place you got here. A little pretentious, but it suits you."
Jimin walked over, handing you a glass. His fingers brushed against yours, and a jolt of pure electricity shot up your arm. You forced your hand to remain steady as you took the glass.
"Pretentious? I call it sophisticated," Jimin countered, taking a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I didn't bring you up here to discuss my interior design choices."
"Oh? Then why am I here, Jimin? you asked, stepping closer to him, emboldened by the heavy silence of the room. "To talk about how your boys completely trashed our front lawn during finals week? Or how you keep trying to outbid us for the charity gala?"
Jimin set his glass down on the desk with a soft clink. He took a step toward you, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. "I don't give a damn about the charity gala, and you know it."
"Then what is it?"
"It's you," he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming rough and thick with a desire he had suppressed for far too long. "It's always been you. I'm sick of the games. I'm sick of pretending I don't want to tear this dress off you every time you look at me with those damn beautiful, angry eyes."
Your breath hitched in your throat. Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. "Jimin... you hate me."
"Hate you?" Jimin let out a dark, breathless laugh. He closed the remaining distance between you, capturing your waist in his large, warm hands. The heat of his palms burned through the fabric of your clothes. "God, you're so smart, but you're so fucking blind. I don't hate you. I'm completely, utterly consumed by you. I pick at you because it’s the only way I can get you to look at me. I tease your sorority because I want your attention on me, and only me."
Your mind spun. The fierce rival, the arrogant president, was standing in front of you, baring his soul with raw, unfiltered honesty. The thick, dark strands of his hair fell slightly over his brow, but the sharp line of his undercut gave him an intense, predatory look that made your knees go weak. The walls you had built up over two years began to crumble, melting away under the intensity of his gaze.
"You... you want me?" you whispered, your voice shaking slightly.
"More than my next breath," Jimin vowed, his eyes burning into yours. "But I know you're not easy. I know you don't just give in. So tell me to stop. Tell me you don't feel it too, and I'll walk away. I'll never touch you again."
You looked at his lips, then back up to his eyes. The pining, the agonizing desire that had kept you awake for countless nights, boiled over. You didn't want him to stop. You wanted him more than anything.
"Don't you dare walk away," you breathed.
Jimin didn't waste another second. He growled, a low, primal sound that vibrated against your chest as he slammed his mouth onto yours.
The kiss was explosive. It was the release of two years of built-up frustration, longing, and undeniable passion. Jimin’s lips were soft but demanding, parting yours with a possessive hunger that left you lightheaded. You gasped into his mouth, your hands flying up to tangle into the thick, dark hair at the top of his head, your fingers brushing against the rough, closely shaved texture of his undercut as you gripped him tightly.
Jimin groaned, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting like expensive whiskey and pure sin. He backed you up until your thighs hit the edge of his heavy mahogany desk. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you by your waist, hoisting you effortlessly onto the smooth surface. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him flush against you.
The feel of his hard length pressing directly against your aching center through your clothes made you let out a sharp whine. Jimin broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin right below your jaw, making you arch your back and gasp out his name.
"Jimin... ah... Jimin, please."
"You have no idea what you do to me," Jimin panted, his hands sliding down to grip the hem of your skirt. He bunched the fabric up, pushing it past your hips until your thighs were bare to his touch. His large hands were warm against your skin, sliding up to your inner thighs, gently forcing your legs wider apart.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and wild with lust. "You're so beautiful. God, you're so fucking perfect."
He reached down, his fingers finding the edge of your lace panties. He didn't take them off; instead, he pushed them to the side, his long, slender fingers pressing directly against your drenched warmth.
You gasped, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as your hips bucked instinctively against his touch. You were already dripping wet for him, completely undone by his words and his proximity.
"Look at how wet you are for me," Jimin whispered, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he stroked his thumb over your sensitive bundle. "You wanted this just as badly as I did, didn't you?"
"Yes," you confessed breathlessly, throwing your head back as he slid one long finger inside you. "Yes, Jimin, please... I've wanted you for so long."
The confession seemed to drive him over the edge. Jimin’s finger moved inside you, pumping rhythmically while his thumb worked your sweet spot with agonizing precision. He watched your face, drinking in every ragged breath, every flush of your skin, every high-pitched whimper that escaped your lips.
"Ah, Jimin, it’s too much... I'm going to..." you cried out, your internal muscles clenching tightly around his finger as waves of pleasure began to ripple through you.
"Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you when you break," Jimin growled. He pulled his finger out, leaving you aching and empty.
With trembling, impatient hands, Jimin reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He freed his length, which was thick, fully erect, and weeping with his own need. You looked down, your breath catching at the sheer size of him, a thrill of anticipation running through your veins.
Jimin grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly to align his tip with your entrance. He paused, his gaze locking onto yours, giving you one final chance to back out. But you only gripped his shoulders tighter, pulling him closer.
"Now, Jimin. Please."
Jimin didn't hesitate. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried his entire length inside you.
The sensation was overwhelming. You let out a loud, breathless scream, the sound muffled against his shoulder as your tight walls stretched to accommodate him perfectly. Jimin froze, a harsh gasp tearing from his throat as your heat clamped down on him like a vice.
"Fuck," Jimin groaned, his veins standing out on his neck as he fought for control. "You're so tight... so fucking hot."
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his fullness, his hands gripping your hips so tightly his knuckles turned white. When you shifted your hips, silently begging him to move, Jimin let out a low growl and began to move.
He pulled back until he was almost entirely out, before plunging deep inside you again. The friction was unbearable, a perfect, agonizing pleasure that made your mind go completely blank. Jimin established a brutal, rhythmic pace, his hips slamming against yours with a raw, primal force that rattled the desk underneath you.
Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of his hips meeting yours echoed in the quiet office, a stark contrast to the distant, muffled bass from the party below. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he drove you higher and higher.
"Jimin, oh my god, Jimin," you whimpered, your tears of pure pleasure blurring your vision.
Jimin was relentless. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands under your thighs and lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders, opening you up completely. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust.
"Tell me who owns this," Jimin demanded, his voice rough and breathless, his chest heaving against yours. "Tell me who you belong to tonight, Prez."
"You," you cried out, your hips bucking wildly against his. "You, Jimin! Only you!"
A dark, possessive satisfaction flared in his eyes. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and more desperate. He was completely unraveled, his usual cool, composed frat-boy persona entirely shattered by the warmth of your body. The jet-black strands of his tousled top fell wildly over his eyes as his head moved, the buzzed skin of his undercut flushed from the heat of the moment. He was a man possessed, chasing the ultimate release inside the only woman he had ever truly wanted.
You could feel your climax building, a coiled spring of pure fire tightening deep within your belly. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming to bear.
"Jimin, I'm close... I'm gonna go..." you screamed, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel it," Jimin ordered, his own voice cracking as he reached his limit. He delivered three more deep, devastating thrusts before your body completely gave way.
Your vision exploded into brilliant white light as your walls convulsed around him in a shattering, violent orgasm. You screamed his name, your entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over you.
The tight, rhythmic squeezing of your climax was the final straw for Jimin. He let out a loud, guttural groan, burying his face in your hair as he gave one last, deep plunge, pinning you against the desk. He locked his hips against yours as his body shook, pouring his warm release deep inside you, filling you completely.
He held you tightly, his heart hammering violently against your chest, his breathing ragged and loud in the quiet room. You both stayed like that for several long minutes, riding out the aftershocks of the explosive encounter, your bodies slick with sweat and fused together.
Slowly, gently, Jimin pulled out of you, a soft groan escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth. He reached over to the bar cart, grabbing a box of tissues to clean both of you up with tender, surprisingly gentle movements. He adjusted his clothes, zipping up his pants before helping you smooth down your skirt, ensuring you looked perfectly put together.
You sat on the edge of the desk, your legs slightly shaky, a soft blush coating your cheeks as reality began to settle in. You looked at Jimin, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable. The fierce rivalry was gone, replaced by a raw, heavy intimacy.
Jimin stepped between your thighs, placing his hands on the desk on either side of your hips. He leaned in, running a hand through his dark hair, his undercut stark and clean in the dim light. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, before finally resting his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss that was a complete contrast to the violence of before.
He looked at you, his dark eyes soft, warm, and filled with a devotion that made your heart melt.
"What happens now is that I take you out on a real date tomorrow," Jimin said, a soft, genuine smile breaking across his handsome face. "No pranks. No trash-talk. Just me, buying you dinner, and showing you exactly how much I love you."
You stared at him, a wide, breathless smile spreading across your lips. The secret pining was finally over.
"I'd really like that, Frat Boy," you whispered.
Jimin chuckled, kissing you one more time before wrapping his arm securely around your waist, ready to face the world—and your chaotic Greek life—together.
synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the city’s most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesn’t just offer advice— he shows you exactly how it’s supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.
warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.
✶﹐word count: 10.5k
The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasn’t the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just… fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadn’t. Not even close.
In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.
Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.
“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.
You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.
You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.
Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.
Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.
The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.
All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.
You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.
By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.
Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.
It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.
You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”
Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.
“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”
The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”
Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”
You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.
The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.
You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.
Finally, the door opened.
Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.
He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.
You couldn’t stop staring.
Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.
After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.
His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”
You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.
You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.
Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.
Jungkook listened intently the entire time.
His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.
When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.
“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”
You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”
The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.
You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”
Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.
“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”
Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”
You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”
Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”
Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.
Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”
You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”
Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”
Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.
“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”
He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.
Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”
Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.
“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”
Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.
A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.
“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”
He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.
Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.
Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”
You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.
A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”
His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.
The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.
He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.
“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”
You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.
After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”
With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.
“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”
Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.
After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.
“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”
Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”
“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.
Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.
Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”
You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.
He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.
Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.
You were on cloud nine.
“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.
Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”
Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.
“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.
Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.
You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.
The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.
Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.
You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.
Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”
You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”
Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”
A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”
Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.
He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.
After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.
You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”
Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.
Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.
“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.
Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”
Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.
Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.
Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.
Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”
His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.
Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.
“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”
He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.
The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.
Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.
“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.
You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.
He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.
“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”
You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.
“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”
Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.
Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”
He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.
You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.
Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”
You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.
Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”
You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.
He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.
You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.
Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.
“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.
A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.
You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.
Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.
Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.
Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.
Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.
A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.
“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.
Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.
“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.
Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.
Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”
Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.
“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”
Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.
A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.
Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”
Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.
You were falling apart between them.
“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”
Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”
Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.
The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.
Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”
You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.
The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”
The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.
“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”
Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.
Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”
You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”
Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”
He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.
As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.
Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”
You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.
Summary: In which Jeongguk falls in love at first sight at a convivence store at 11pm after being stalked by a saesang.
Idol!Jungkook x Black!Reader
Bias Playlist
11k+ words
Preview:
Eyes glued to his phone as he lapped up every video of her doing her thing. She was the most brilliant person he had ever met, eloquent in her speech while still engaging with her audience and bringing tasteful humor when necessary—a natural. Yet he still craved to be a part of the lucky ones that got to see her in action in the flesh.
Well, he wasn’t. More tipsy than anything, but definitely not sober enough to be driving, however, Y/N was drunk.
Very drunk.
In the passenger seat of his car. Singing and dancing along to the music as he drove them home, his head light and cheeks flushed. The party had been far wilder than she had described, and his members had eaten their words as they had to be taken home after getting wasted.
Her friends had all but threatened him in their own state of drunkenness to take care of her, something he didn’t need to be told.
Their life had been nothing short of perfect over the past month. Each day he fell more and more in love with his sweet girl. A fact that was impossible to hide, especially from his fans.
The show had been posted 2 days ago and was an instant success. Many praised Y/N for her abilities and vibrant personality, a feat that was near impossible for someone interacting with them, a woman at that.
ARMYs had already crowned her as the best host and interviewer for the boys as her questions allowed them to talk about their craft far deeper than before. They were thoroughly entertained by the first episode of her show and the concept she had chosen. She was shown high praise for her representation of the group and of her own culture, a culture that had been lost in the sea of more dominant countries. His heart filled with immense pride as he read comments over the past few days and smug when the shipping started.
It was impossible for fans to miss the way his entire face lit up throughout the entirety of the video, even with his members’ efforts to keep their contact at a minimum.
op1: bro JK is down horrendous!
op2: exactly, like he’s not even trying to hide it!!!!😂😂🤣🤣
op3: Joon trying to keep him away from her is sending meeee!!
op4: bro chill! she’s all yours!
op5: JK can you even handle all of dat??!🤣🤣
He was a giggly mess while reading the comments and it didn’t help matters when they posted various TikToks. She had posted videos with the entire group, but it was noted when the only solo video she did was with him.
op6: this was clearly Jk’s idea!
op7: the way he looks at her! AHHHHH
op8: I need someone to look at me the way JK looks at Y/N
His members teased him endlessly about it and it didn’t faze him at all. In fact, he relished in it as it was the closest thing he got until he claimed her openly. These thoughts permeated his mind as he drove, making it impossible to keep the dopey smile off of his face, his slight inebriation not helping matters.
He knew he shouldn’t have been driving, but he was intent on getting his girl home safely. The thought sobering him up slightly to keep him focused on the road. He glanced at her in the passenger seat and felt amused at the sight of her singing and dancing.
He laughed at her antics, finding her carefree nature intensifying while inebriated.
“Yuh pussy ago mek me breed yaaaa!” he barked in laughter as she sang the lyrics with a slur.
His joy turned to panic when she stuck her head out of the window.
“Yah!” he exclaimed while reaching his hand out and grabbing the waist band of her skirt, pulling her back in her seat. She squealed in surprise and faced him.
“Hey! I have a boyfriend!” she enunciated each word with her hand in his face. He snickered.
“Really?” he said cheekily.
“Yeahhhh! He is really strong...He’ll beat you up!!” he chuckled at her antics. Y/N stared at him for a moment, her head tilting slightly before she gasped. He glanced at her and was blinded by her bright smile.
“You’re my boyfriend!!!!” she said with a giggle.
She reached over the armrest, taking her seatbelt off and climbed on top of him. He wouldn’t have minded it in any other circumstance, but he was driving, and he tried to form a reasonable thought and focus, but she had to start dancing on him while kissing his neck.
“I-I need to k-keep my eyes on the road” he said in between moans as she whined her hips along to the music, grinding on his budding hardon repeatedly.
“Pull over” she said with a keen. He groaned at her words and nearly gave in, but she was drunk.
“Ani.” he said as sternly as he could.
“Why? I want you” she whispered in his ear, taunting him before she nipped his ear lobe and proceeded to suck on his neck. He moaned through gritted teeth as she continued her ministrations while he drove.
“Don’t you want me?” Jeongguk whimpered pathetically as she put her hand in his pants and started stroking him as she teased.
“Fuck” he breathed out. Fuck it he thought as he pulled over in the nearest alleyway. She giggled as he relented and maneuvered to pull his seat back. Jeongguk hadn’t even realized the trap she had set until she was on her knees.
“Ohhh fuck.” he moaned loudly when pulled his bottoms down and took his cock into her mouth in one go. He looked down and whimpered as she looked at him through her lashes as she sucked his cock vigorously. He was a mess under her hand as she bobbed her head with purpose, wanting to get him there as fast as she could with no consideration to how completely gone he was already.
“Y-Y/N! I-I-I” he pleaded. His hands were on each side of her head as he tried and failed to get her off before he busted his load. She moaned in response, speeding up her motions, not caring for the way her makeup was now ruined from the tears spilling down her face and the buildup of drool draining down her chin.
“Nghhh f-fuckkk” he whimpered helplessly as his body started to shake with his impending orgasm. She took him out of her mouth and proceed to jerk him off with vigor. His eyes drooped as he whined over and over again at the sight of her pretty hands bringing him over the edge.
“B-baby oh, m’gonna come, fuckkkk” she stuck out her tongue at his words sending him straight over the edge. She moaned happily as his spend landed on her, most of it in her mouth and some stripes of it on her cheek and nose.
He was completely empty at that point, shaking slightly as he tried to come back to his senses. Using his current state to her advantage, she resumed her position on his lap, pulling her thong under her skirt to the side and sunk down on his dick.
“FUCKKK!” he moaned loudly.
The sensation of her tightness overwhelming him. She rode him, chasing her pleasure as he started to harden again. He laid back in the seat of his car, body buzzing with overstimulation as he whined, letting out high pitched moans with each roll of her hips. She wasn’t fairing any better as his name spilled from her lips like a prayer. He was starting to gain his senses, so he brought his fingers to her clit.
“Jay.” she moaned as he rubbed the swollen nub. His eyes were glazed as she brought herself to the edge. She moaned loudly as her walls convulsed around him, falling forward with her face in his neck as she came. He wrapped his arm around her waist and after a few thrusts later he came inside of her while panting in her ear.
Their breaths mingled, the only sound heard in the car as he calmed himself down. He checked on her and let out an amused scoff when he found her asleep in the crook of his neck. He chuckled while rubbing her back softly, not having the heart to wake her, he adjusted his seat and drove them home while still inside of her.
...
They had arrived home safely, a miracle really.
He had woken her up, a feat that was near impossible, but finally succeeded and guided her to the bathroom while she groaned in protest.
His sweet baby had thrown up the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
He handled her with great care after that, helping her bathe while she went in and out of sleep. After putting her in a bonnet and one of his shirts, he tucked her in bed while she whined for him to stay. He obeyed her request, caressing her back softly, effectively getting her to sleep. He smiled lovingly at her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
He had intended to shower until he got a message from his brother, reminding him of the plans they had made weeks prior. He let out a curse at his own forgetfulness and hated the idea of leaving her alone. His mind made up, he invited his brother over.
He returned to their room and felt horrible about waking her. She whimpered in annoyance while she burrowed herself further into the covers. He smiled lazily at this and decided to leave her be. He planted a few kisses to her cheek and whispered his plans and only got a sleepy hum in response and left with a fond smile on his face.
His brother had texted him that he had arrived, so he told him about his girlfriend.
“Girlfriend?!” his brother exclaimed. Jeongguk hit him on the back of his head in response.
“Keep your voice down. She’s sleeping” he furiously whispered. His brother snickered at his response.
“Yahhhh. You’re whipped” his brother teased. Jeongguk rolled his eyes at his teasing and led him to his bar. It was a floor below and thankfully, soundproof.
They laughed over drinks and eventually got into karaoke. Jeongguk was already in the clouds with the liquor flowing through his veins and the cigarette smoke in the air as his brother took a drag. He knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t
*
Jeongguk went live on Weverse.
The live was chaotic to say the least. He was completely loose with his words, at least in regard to the clean-cut persona he was supposed to portray, instead he showed more of his personality without censorship.
He talked about smoking while teasing fans with the lollipop he was eating. About 30 minutes in he decided to check on his baby, while still on live—it was muted of course. He kept the phone on himself and found that his girl was not in the room.
He started to panic until he heard movement in the bathroom. It had been 3 hours since he had gotten them home and when he opened the door, he found a sleepy Y/N sitting on the toilet. he giggled at her and she turned her head to him with a pout.
“Cute” he said in between laughter. She sucked her teeth, the sound drawling out in her tired state.
“Gwenchana?” he asked with a soft smile.
“I’m hungry” she said softly. Jeongguk giggled fondly at her, she was most adorable thing he had ever seen.
“I’ll cook. What do you want?” he asked softly with a smile on his face. She told him it didn’t matter as she got up and cleaned herself. Jeongguk was completely enamored with her as he assessed her while she washed her hands. It took her a second to assess him and she noticed how he had his phone directly in his face.
“What are you doing?” she asked tiredly.
“I’m on live” he said nonchalantly. That woke her up completely.
“What!!!!?!!” she exclaimed. Her reaction produced laughter from her boyfriend. He put the phone faced down on the sink and pulled her into him. After taking the lollipop out of his mouth. He kissed her, distracting her for a moment from the situation at hand.
“Yah! Are you crazy?” she whined. He pushed the lollipop in her mouth to shut her up and laughed right in her face at the shocked look she gave him.
“I muted it. Actually, my brother is here, I want you to meet him.” Jeongguk watched her in a daze as she sucked on the lollipop before taking it out of her mouth. She repeated the same action he had done to her previously and he smiled around the stem of the candy.
“You’re ridiculous” she said fondly and he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and left the bathroom with him following. She put on a pair of his basketball shorts while he watched her intently.
*
He beamed at how well his brother and Y/N were getting along. He had set his phone back up with the live still muted and the camera only facing him and turned his head to his girl.
“Baby, come say hi” he said while laughing slightly. Y/N gave him a deadpanned look that only made him laugh more.
“Yah! You said you’d cook for me.” his brother laughed at her response and Jeongguk snickered and relented in her underlying answer. He wanted to show her off. Badly, but he understood that it was not the right time. He also knew he would get a lot of shit tomorrow for his recklessness, but he didn’t care.
He unmuted the live and made his way to the kitchen. The chat was exploding with questions, the fans wanting to know who he was talking to while muted. He read several comments to himself that asked if he had a girlfriend and smiled widely and nodded while still sucking the lollipop.
They queried further, wanting to know what he meant by the gesture, what question was he responding to. He left them curious as he smiled cheekily and talked about the food he started to make instead.
“Tonight I’m a private chef” he said with a conspiratory smile. An inside joke that the fans tried desperately to decipher. He read the comments, many asking who he was cooking for.
“Someone you know” he said cheekily. He read more comments as he continued to cook and broke out into the brightest smile ARMYs had ever seen from him at the mention of his girl. They were asking if they were together. If the rumors and shipping were true and he took it all in, feeling quite smug.
“Y/N? Did you watch her show?” he said cheekily. His words exploded in the chat, especially with the adoring expression he made while uttering her name. They asked if they had known each other prior to going on her show, if they were dating and if he liked her.
Generally, the comments were good too good, until they weren’t.
Unfortunately, in the throes of excited praises for his sweet girl came the racism. Something he had experienced with the group’s rise to stardom in the west. He should have expected it. Shouldn’t have been so surprised at how disgusting some were being about her. Still, it pissed him off and they noticed.
His gaze had flipped from being jolly and adoring to pure rage as he read the vile things that were being said. The alcohol didn’t help matters. He couldn’t hold his tongue.
“Yah. I don't know where you got the idea that I would be ok with that shit but stop it...Racism?” he scoffed angrily before continuing. “Aish shibal sekiya! Talking shit about my girl. Pissing me off” he mumbled angrily, not even realizing that he had exposed the nature of their relationship until it was too late. When he looked up from his cooking at the comments again, ARMYs defending Y/N and admonishing the racism shown by the few in the chat.
Then came the shock and exclaimed reactions at his wording. Some, those not well versed in Korean took it as a mistranslation, others understood and confirmed it without him saying a word. He toyed with the idea then, to confirm it, and was going to with the smug smile that etched onto his face. However, the woman of the hour texted him and the sound of footsteps had made his head snap forward. She pointed to her phone signaling to him to look at his own. In the message she sent, she told him to wait, his brows furrowed a bit, not being able to fully wrap his head around why she had stopped him.
He went quiet a shift in demeanor that was impossible to hide from his girl and the fans. He remained on live for 10 more minutes after that and when it ended, they remained in silence for a moment.
“Why did you stop me?” He asked, trying to mask his hurt. She felt her heart sink at the way his eyes started to turn glassy, the mixture of the rejection and the alcohol in his veins heightening his emotions.
“It’s not the right time. You’re about to have a comeback, you don’t need any negativity right now” she said carefully. Her words registered slowly in his mind and his hurt turned to anger.
“Negativity? Am I just supposed to let them talk shit about you like that?” She gave him a small smile, a tired thing that made him still. She tried to mask the pain in her eyes with the gesture, but he saw it. It did affect her, even though she wished it didn’t.
“I’m used to it. People have a problem with someone being black for whatever reason. It doesn’t bother me anymore.” A lie. It did bother her. It made her question herself, her worth. She knew it was stupid, that the vile actions and words of others didn’t mean that something was wrong with her, but it made her question herself.
It broke his heart. The way she shifted nervously, not wanting to meet his gaze. The pain turned to anger. It was one thing if it was directed to him alone, but he couldn’t stand her facing any grievance, especially one that was based on her very existence.
“Are you sure?” he asked lowly. She plastered her best smile and turned to him, her eyes glazed over as she tried not to cry.
His mind short circuited for a moment, taking in her attempt at brushing it off. This wouldn’t do.
It happened quickly. He came to her on the other side of the island and threw her over his shoulder. She let a squeal of surprise and protested the enter way to their bedroom, she hit his back and he responded in kind with a firm slap to her behind, earning a choked moan.
“I guess I didn’t make it clear enough. You’re mine, I don’t care what anyone says” he said lowly after throwing her on the bed. She stared up at him, panting, feeling her walls clench uncontrollably at the look in his eye.
He made a show of stripping in front of her. Removing each article with precision while devouring her with his gaze. She was so fucked.
Down to nothing but his jewelry and boxers that did nothing to hide his obvious arousal, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She whimpered pathetically at the action and watched pitifully as he took her shorts off.
“You know how I felt when they were saying that shit about you? You’re used to it? I don’t care. No one gets to treat you that way” he said, scoffing in between, anger in every phrase as he got on his knees.
“J-jay—” she started with a whimper, the words dying in her throat when he plunged his tongue into her cunt. She cried out as he lapped up her juices, putting his all into giving her pleasure, wanting to erase the hurt that had settled over her.
Jeongguk groaned at the taste of her, enjoying the way that she tugged his hair with each stroke of his tongue. She babbled incoherently as he quickened his movements, not being able to get out her words as he bullied that spot inside of her.
She let out a silent scream when he started moving his head up and down, causing his nose to rub against her engorged clit over and over again.
“B-baby, w-w-wait” she pleaded as she felt her orgasm approaching quickly. He didn’t listen, instead he flicked his tongue with more vigor, gripping her hips and ground her wet cunt against his face.
She was brought to tears as she came. Back bending off of the bed as she tried to run from him, but he kept her in place and rubbed her clit and groaned loudly as she made a mess of him.
Her body twitched as she whimpered from the intensity. Jeongguk placed kisses on her thighs and led them up her body, finally resting his chin on the lower part of her stomach.
“Look at me” he commanded lowly. She obeyed and whimpered at the look in his eyes; they were filled with so much adoration that she didn’t know how to cope.
Her head was a mess, unable to form a coherent thought as he stared into the depths of her soul, stripping every negative thought that had invaded her mind. She let out a broken gasp as he slowly inserted his fingers into her pussy.
“J-jay” she said with a sigh.
Jeongguk felt his heart bursting. He loved her so much that it consumed him entirely and the thoughts of her being so broken by the vile things they had said about her brought on a rage he didn’t know he was capable of.
“Don’t listen to them” he said lowly as he stroked his fingers inside of her slowly, crooking them upwards to stimulate that sweet spot that made her see stars. “You’re so special. A light. An angel. And mine, and what they say doesn’t matter. Arasseo?” he fingered her deeply, slow strokes at the end of each word, making her head spin.
She felt so completely bound to the man on his knees before her, all thoughts of insecurity bleeding away until the only thing she could think of was him.
“Look at you. So perfect. You want me to wait? Ok. I’ll listen this time, but don’t worry about me. Let me take fall. Let me take me the pain. You don’t have to do anything but let me love you.” he sped up his movements slowly, taking in every moan and gasp that erupted from her pretty lips.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Love. He loved her.
Her walls convulsed around his fingers. Her orgasm coming on slow as he chased it with each caress of her walls with his digits as he goaded her on.
“That’s it pretty girl. Take it. Just come all over my fingers” he said. Her vision turned white as she obeyed his command. He moaned at the sight of her gushing all around him, taking what she gave without complaint. She was completely gone, the sounds she heard extending her pleasure to heights she never thought possible.
She came down slowly. Her boyfriend whispering praises as he slipped out of her, making her whimper at the loss. She felt him kiss her neck before cradling her face and bringing her back to reality.
“Don’t cry baby” he whispered softly as he caressed her face. She looked at him, not even realizing that she had tears falling. Jeongguk looked at her so softly as her lips quivered. She felt so overwhelmed by emotion, the only thing she could do was kiss him, pouring all of her feelings into the action.
He returned everything with the gesture. It was messy and so pure all at once as they chased each other. He moved his hands to grip her thighs as he broke away, nipping her bottom lip.
“Can I?” he asked softly, needing to be inside of her, wanting to connect with her on the most intimate way physically possible.
“Please” she said while nodding her head.
He entered her slowly and they both sighed at the feeling. She clung to him as he rocked his hips slowly, arms wrapped his neck, hugging him into her. He whimpered into the crook of her neck, whispering praises and fucked her deeply. Nice and slow, not wanting the moment to end.
He brought his face to hers, kissing her softly while speeding up slightly.
“I love you” he said with so much vulnerability, the tip of his cock massaging that spot inside of her with each deep stroke of his cock. She gasped as she started to come and it took it all, ingraining the look into his mind as he groaned over and over again as he followed her over the precipice.
He nuzzled deeper into the crook of her neck as they breathed together after coming down. Y/N massaged his scalp with her hand, nails grazing the flesh lightly with each movement sending trills down his spine before she motioned for him to look at her.
Her brows furrowed as she smiled so sweetly at him, trying so hard to keep her tears away. The emotions were rising within her so intensely that her mind ran rampant with ways to vocalize what she felt.
Jeongguk watched her for a moment, not needing anything from her as he understood already through their connection. It was tacit, something innate that needed no words, just here, there with him.
“I love you” she said in English, unable to even turn over the phrase in her mind to transmit the translation to her lips. He smiled widely at her words and sealed them with a deep kiss, drawing her into his heart even deeper without any thought of letting her go.
[...]
The internet went crazy over the live. As the days turned into weeks, the boys prepared for their comeback and Y/N prepared for her book release, Jeongguk was in the clouds.
Watching his girl work easily became one of his favorite past times. She was meticulous and passionate with her craft. Late nights huddled into the corner of a room with paper sporadically displayed around her like a mad scientist.
Ink staining her fingers as she paced the living room while muttering her thoughts and ideas before putting it in writing. The way her eyes sparkled with joy and twinge of insanity when she finally arranged words in the right order, all of it.
A menoluseum of passion and dedication that reflected in the final piece of each project she deigned to share with the world. His girl, bright and brillant as she laid on his couch while typing away on her laptop as she prepared for her upcoming trip to Japan.
He snuck glances at her often from his place in the kitchen, eyes wrinkling as he smiled with fondness. She was unaware of the love he projected towards her while trapped in her element, a role model for him.
Turning his anxiety and debilitating perfectionism into a force to drive him further in producing his best work, while still ensuring he remained grounded. To stay calm in some moments. To never forget himself, no matter the road ahead.
The world didn’t matter in moments like these. The speculations over their relationship was never ending. They never confirmed it, not truly, but his live was enough for people to connect the dots, and he relished in the support that was given. HYBE had put out a statement, neutral, composed, stating their detachment from the personal lives of their artists.
He was still scolded for his live of course. Not for the things he said but for how they were said. It was more of an offhanded reminder to be careful as to not bring any negative consequences on the both of them and the group.
His members teased endlessly about it. His protectiveness and will to defend her without any thought of consequence and the way he glowed brighter as the days passed.
They were happy that he had found his person.
Someone that was capable to stand at his side without fear or hesitance towards the hectic nature of his career, a consequence of her own influence. Her career reached new heights with the debut of her show.
Her social media numbers had tripled, the restock of her novel sold out 10x faster than the original and the demand for her in scholarlly spaces were rising. Jeongguk couldn’t help but feel proud, the feeling successfully drowning out the negativity.
He never thought he would be someone to settle down easily before her. The fast life of his career pausing his desire for someone to call home due to the unpredictability of it and then he met her. She understood him in ways that he didn’t think humanly possible, was content in him alone outside of the fame. He was content, happy, and in complete bliss, he knew he would be ruined during their separation.
His girl knew it too, with the way he became clingier as the date for her departure approached. 4 days from now, 2 days before the album release, but he didn’t worry about it being an obstacle in their union. They could work around it, he knew they would, she was far too levelheaded for them not to.
“Baby, come eat” he called from the kitchen as he finished preparing their plates down. Y/N blinked owlishly at the interruption and widened her eyes at the time. She had been in her zone for hours without realizing. She sighed and set aside her work before streching like a cat with her eyes closed to bring back some feeling in her legs.
She felt her boyfriend’s hands on her waist as he pulled her up with an amused chuckle. She smiled widely when she opened her eyes to look at him before following him into the kitchen with her heart filled with boundless joy.
Y/N groggily felt around for her phone as her alarm blared. It was a struggle as Jeongguk gripped her so tightly in his sleep, protesting with a groan at the disturbance.
She turned it off when she finally found it and cursed internally when she saw the time—4am. Her flight was bound to leave at 9 but she needed to time get ready and go through the motions of the airport.
She tried and failed 3 different times to remove the muscular arms from around her waist and chuckled when she was finally successful. She heard the man let out a groan in protest at the weight of her leaving his side while sprawled himself over the expanse of her bed, clutching her pillow tightly for comfort in his sleep. She shook her head in amusement before proceeding to prepare for her departure.
Jeongguk blinked his eyes sleepily and felt around for his girlfriend as he started to rise. He groaned in annoyance when he realized he was alone and then remembered what day it was. Travel day he thought with a pout.
He willed himself out of bed and saw his baby in front of her camera setup in the corner of the room doing her lashes. He smiled tiredly at this, remembering that she would be vlogging her trip, that gesture turning into a mischievous smirk when he had an idea.
He got out of bed feeling quite smug in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klien boxers and approached her. She let out a sound of surprise when she felt him nip her ear with his teeth.
“Yah. I’m filming” she said shyly. He chuckled at her reaction and placed a kiss on her neck in response. Earning a breathy sigh as she tried to focus on her task at hand, her lashes.
“Hajimaaa” she whined in amusement at his antics. He sighed and pouted like a child being denied candy and reluctantly detached himself from her.
Jeongguk made it his mission then to make an appearance in every shot of the video capturing their banter and his loving gazes. He hoped she understood what he was doing, and that she wouldn’t edit him out of the vlog.
Y/N stopped in her tracks and looked at her boyfriend with wide eyes through the mirror as he emerged from the bathroom. Jeongguk was clad in nothing but a towel, water dripping down his body as he walked lazily in the direction of her closet for a change of clothes while brushing his teeth. He smirked around the brush at her exasperated look, a slight glare with her cheeks flaming at his audacity.
He had no shame as he grabbed his clothes while humming off camera. He made a show of returning to the bathroom, chuckling under his breath as she had taken to ignoring him with flushed cheeks as she talked to the camera.
His antics didn’t stop there as he kidnapped her camera while she took a shower.
“Hello everyone. I’m JK” he said in English with a wide smile into the camera as he took it with him in the kitchen. “Yahhhh. This is really hard” he noted, switching to Korean as he set up the camera to record while he prepared for breakfast. He put her playlist on shuffle and went through the motions of cooking
It lasted 20 minutes, Jengguk singing and dancing along as he prepared their meal while talking to the camera like he had seen her do in previous vlogs. He was thoroughly enjoying himself when Y/N found him.
She laughed loudly when she entered the kitchen as Jeongguk was singing along passionately to a Sizzla song. When he spotted her his singing became more vigorous than before, seranading her as his hands moved expertly while cooking.
Y/N shook her head in amusement, giving up on keeping him out of the vlog. Instead, she sat and watched as he had his fun and sat in peace at the idea of them confirming their relationship to the world once and for all.
[...]
Jeongguk was getting whiplash with the flurry of emotions that constantly shifted within him.
It had been 4 days since his girl had gone on her trip and Jeongguk was miserable without her presence with him. Then he would be ecstatic promoting their album and preparing for the start of their tour.
They spoke every day, an easy arrangement as they were still in the same time zone, but it wasn’t the same as having her with him. Still his smile was wide and never ending when she went into excited ranting over her lectures and conferences, and he had seen it all through the breaks he took sporadically.
Eyes glued to his phone as he lapped up every video of her doing her thing. She was the most brilliant person he had ever met, eloquent in her speech while still engaging with her audience and bringing tasteful humor when necessary—a natural. Yet he still craved to be a part of the lucky ones that got to see her in action in the flesh.
Y/N wasn’t faring any better. She was on cloud 9 as her conference tour ran smoothly, but in between the podiums her heart ached without him near her. Still, she lapped up the videos. The concert, the documentary, she had squealed with every frame, a fact that received endless teasing with flaming ears from her boyfriend.
3 more weeks.
*
Jeongguk was losing his mind.
He took a deep breath as he looked at the selfie his girlfriend had sent him on her way to the club with her team. It was an innocent photo, a simple mirror selfie showing off her outfit.
That was the problem. The fucking outfit. A mini dress with cutouts at the front that revealed every angle of her figure—her stomach, thighs and ample cleavage, but what was really pushing over the edge was the pretty piercing she had gotten.
The navel ring sparkled at the center of her waist, taunting him. He could feel pure heat travel through his body as the members prepared for their last show in Goyang around him. Yet, the only thing on his mind was taking her out of that dress
He excused himself, making his way to the bathroom. He called her the moment he locked the door, his girl answering after a couple rings.
“Hey baby” she said softly. He heard shuffling around and the voices of her team trail away, and then a door close after her greeting.
“Everything ok?” Jeongguk had to suppress a groan at the sound of her voice once more, letting out a deep sigh.
“Gwenchana. You didn’t leave yet?” Y/N’s voice hitched lowly at the tone of his voice.
“Ani. We leave in bit. Why?” He scoffed softly, confusing her for a moment.
“Nothing. Just wanted to hear your voice.” She nibbled her bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile.
“That’s sweet of you, but don’t you have to perform soon?” he groaned lightly in response.
“Hmmm. The guys are preparing. I’ll join them in a bit...You look so sexy in that outfit...” his voice came out wistfully boarding on a moan.
“O-oh. Thanks” she stuttered in reply. She heard a voice in the background calling his name and Jeongguk clucking his teeth in response before sighing.
“I have to go ok. Be safe and have fun.”
“Hmmm. Don’t push yourself too hard” she scolded lightly.
“Arasseo...I love you” he said with a tiny giggle at the start. She smiled at his words before responding.
“I love you too baby.” After they hung up, Y/N felt hot everywhere, utterly clueless at what her boyfriend had in store for in the coming days.
*
Jeongguk stretched widely on the hotel bed. After the show he had worked out a bit and showered and was getting ready to sleep, those plans shifted when he received a facetime from Y/N.
“Baaaaabbyyy.” Jeongguk giggled at the sound of her voice. His girlfriend had her face directly in the camera with the biggest smile on her face as she dragged out the endearment drunkenly.
“How much did you drink?” he said with laughter.
“I bu’s up (I burst up* Meaning very drunk” she said while snickering into the camera.
Jeongguk laughed at her antics, finding the entire thing far more adorable than he should have. He watched as she propped her phone up in the bathroom, giving him a perfect view of her. He muttered curses under his breath at the sight of her, the most beautiful woman he had seen.
“Did you have fun?” he asked softly as she started taking off her makeup, that task taking longer than usual due to her inebriation. She pouted at his words, eyes welling in tears causing him to stiffen in worry.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with wide eyes. She sniffled before responding.
“I miss you” she whined. Jeongguk felt relief at her words, letting out a chuckle with twirling his feet.
“Oh. You want me to come?” he said teasingly but in reality, he would hop on a flight right away if she said yes.
She nodded her head yes while still pouting, the action causing him to melt at her cuteness. He wasted no time in alerting his members that he would depart without them and booked the earliest flight.
“I’m coming. Wait for me, ok?” Her face lit up at his words and had to bury his face in his forearm to hide the redness that erupted in his cheeks.
“You promise?” She asked with wide eyes as she walked into her room before placing her phone on the bed. He couldn’t see her from this angle, but he heard shuffling of clothes.
“I promise” he said with a smile as she was now in view, clad in an oversized t-shirt that he recognized to be his own. He smiled cheekily at the sight of her, in a daze as she put her bonnet over her braids and tucked herself into bed.
“Don’t break your promise. I’ll fight you!” He laughed at her words that were coming out slurred, her inebriation and tiredness taking over.
He shook his head lightly with a smile as she dozed off.
“Goodnight, my love” he said before getting up and packing his things quickly and got ready to head to the airport.
Jeongguk arrived at her hotel 6 hours later, smiling stupidly as he opened her door. He was met with his girlfriend dead asleep under the covers and arranged his luggage quietly as to not rouse her.
It was a little after 7 am and he was glad that their first show in Japan wasn’t for another 4 days as he stripped and headed to the shower.
When he was done, Y/N was still asleep, making his heart skip a bit at the sight of her. Adorable he thought as he climbed into the bed beside her.
She let out a dreamy sigh as she burrowed closer into his arms. He sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face knowing he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Y/N woke up surrounded by heat and a heavy weight on top of her. She blinked in confusion for a moment as she registered what was going on, she let out a little gasp when she recognized that the crushing weight was her boyfriend who had his face buried in the crook of her neck.
That was when she started to remember the call from the night before and became overwhelmed with emotion. He really came she thought with her heart fluttering.
She rubbed the nape of his neck, dragging her hand up through his hair before pushing it off of his forehead. He groaned and burrowed deeper into her embrace, sighing contentedly in his sleep, bringing a smile to her face.
Y/N’s breath hitched as Jeongguk opened his eyes, the pupils dialated and far darker than she had ever seen as he groaned under his breath due to her minastrations.
“Hmmmm” he hummed lowly, the sound reverberating through her body. She gasped when he surged upward and and kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth, the sound blending with a slight winced as he pressed his body against her more than before, irritating her nipples. He pulled back, head slightly tilted in confusion.
“What is it?” he asked softly, worry lacing his tone. She averted her eyes before responding.
“New piercings” she said shyly. He squinted his slightly, appraising her face at the conspiratory tone she gave him.
“Oh. Show me.” she blushed at his words, contemplating for a moment before switching their positions to straddle him.
Thighs bracketing his hips, Jeongguk stared at her in amusement while he laid on his back with his forearm behind his head. He watched her nibble her bottom lip for a moment, revealing her shyness before she took off his shirt.
She began to squirm at the look he gave her, almost instantaneous, like a hunter assessing his prey. She shivered as he trailed his hand from her hip to her stomach, finger toying around the sparkly ring that highlighted her navel. He gave a slight hum of approval, the sound doing wicked things to her brain and body, before he smirked as he hand trailed upwards.
Jeongguk was certain she was trying to kill him. That could be the only explanation for her to adorn her pretty nipples with silver. He was painfully hard beneath her as his mind started to buzz while he traced the underside of her full breast with his thumb. He smiled wickedly at the slight whimper that escaped her that she failed to conceal.
He said nothing as he continued his movements, thumb trailing to her nipple and rubbing it lightly. The sound she made at his touch was a cross between a moan and a wince, and he knew then that they wouldn’t be leaving this room soon.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, voice husky and so deep that she felt her mind starting to go under.
“A-ani, just sore.” Oh she was shy now? he thought with a devilish smile.
“Want me to make it feel better?” he asked while staring directly into her eyes. She couldn’t form words, instead she whined pathetically in response, earning a teasing chuckle from the man beneath her.
She gasped loudly when he surged forward and brought his mouth to her breast, gripping his hair as he teased her dark areola with his tongue before latching onto her nipple tenderly. She moaned at the feeling, earning a deep groan from him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and guiding her hips to grind against his cock that strained beneath his boxers.
She felt dizzy as he suckled her tits, taking great pleasure in easing the ache the piercings had brought. He rotated between them, giving them equal attention, lavishing in the way she clutched him so tightly while letting out sweet sounds from her pretty lips. Each moan, each whimper and gasp goading him on as his tongue caressed the sensitive buds. He was going to ruin her.
“Jay!” she said loudly as he manhandled her. Jeongguk groaned loudly as he easily lifted her by the hips, preparing to deposit her pretty pussy onto his mouth while he laid on his back.
“I’m heavy” she said shyly. He snarled at her words.
“Shut up” he responded gruffly as he placed her exactly where he wanted. She moaned loudly above him as his tongue lapped up her wet cunt, his hands keeping her firmly in place by the flesh of her hips, using them to his advantage as he rocked them back and forth, her cunt dripping against his tongue.
“W-what the fuck” she moaned helplessly, in disbelief at how easily he made her so malleable under his touch. He grinded her pussy against his tongue, her clit rubbing against his nose with each movement. Jeongguk was starving beneath her, wanting desperately for her to drench him in her juices. He had waited nearly a month, the pent-up tension in his body threatening to snap each day he was without her.
She was slowly being brought to tears as she clutched his hair, trying to get away as the pleasure was becoming too much for her to handle, even though she truly didn’t want it to end. She thought she was successful in doing so but, her boyfriend was far stronger than she was and with deep growl ripping through him, she squealed in surprise as he put her in a different position.
Jeongguk chuckled in amusement at how startled she had gotten when he put her on all fours, fiercely gripping her hips to keep her in place.
“Baby please!” she moaned loudly as he plunged his tongue into her hole from behind. She let out a broken sob at the way he made it his mission for her to cum as hard as possible.
Groaning into her pussy that was creaming around his tongue, strong arms keeping her exactly where he wanted. His name spilled from her lips in between her moans, the sound reaching higher and higher as he moved his head side to side as he consumed her entirely.
He moaned loudly as she started to come, her were legs shaking and starting to give out beneath her, but it was futile as he kept her back arched. He didn’t stop, he couldn’t, she was like a drug, and each drop of her cum was the only thing that could satisfy him.
“J-jay, w-wait! I-I-I can—” The words died on her tongue as her eyes rolled back as she came again, far quicker than she thought possible.
“Fuccckkkk!” he moaned loudly as he rubbed her clit as streams of clear fluid sputtered out of her pussy. She was shaking as she fell flat on the bed, nearly curling into herself at the intensity.
Jeongguk placed several kisses along the line of her hip as he moved her on her back, her body hot and her eyes set in a daze as she tried to regain her senses.
“You’re so fucking perfect” he said lowly while taking his boxers off. Her head lolled as she blinked catching sight of his movements, her cunt clenching with need at the sight of his cock as it slapped his stomach. She whimpered as he used her wetness to stroke himself a few times while he watched her, the pretty jewelry glinting at him, taunting to lay his claim.
He chuckled darkly as she stared with her chest heaving. He gripped her leg, bending it towards her, enjoying the sight of her pretty toes that were brandished with white nail polish. Everything about her lured him without her even trying, so beautiful and entirely his.
He kissed her calf, then her thigh, before placing a sweet kiss upon her lips, enjoying the feeling of her hands on him as she locked them behind his neck.
“You ok?” he asked softly, wanting to ensure she was fully prepared for it.
“I need you” she replied with a slight whimper before chasing his lips again. He groaned into the kiss, rocking against her without even thinking, sending shivers down his spine, he wasn’t going to last long.
He detached from her for a moment, sitting on his haunches while stroking his cock a few times before tapping the fat head onto her clit. She moaned at the action, already sensitive and Jeongguk’s resolve was hanging on by a thread as he felt like he was going to combust.
He dragged the tip along her slit, the friction erupting soft moans from both of them.
“Such a pretty pussy” he said deeply as he pushed inside of her slowly. Her eyes closed as she let out a guttural moan at the feeling, her boyfriend wasn’t fairing any better with the way his body shook slightly as he kept his release at bay.
This first drag of his cock inside of her cunt made her brain turn to mush as he stretched her walls, the tip kissing the fleshy spot inside of her that sent her over the edge. He stilled for a moment, pressing his chest to hers, mindful of the piercings and rubbed his nose against hers softly before pulling in and out slowly.
“Nghhhh” she moaned as he began a torturous pace, slow and deep allowing her to feel each drag. He groaned pitifully with each thrust, knowing that he would cum far quickly than he had intended. The feeling of her clenching him so tightly, her gummy walls sucking him in, choking him like a vice. The way her face was marked with pleasure, tears spilling slowly down her face as her eyes struggled to remain open. Fuck.
His thrusts became faster, unable to control himself as the tip of his cock hit her sweet spot with a bruising space. She began to claw at his back, each drag of her nails making him dizzy, feeling drunk as his body started to shake.
“Oh f-fuck. Baby m’coming, m’coming, Fuckkkk” he moaned helplessly in the crook of her neck and he thrusted erratically, his balls slapping against her with each movement as he emptied inside of her wet cunt. Ropes of him planting deeply inside of her womb as she let out a silent cry, toes curling as she tugged on his hair while she came with him.
Jeongguk felt his breath being punched out of him as she came. Her wetness flowing out of her as he grounded his hips, her clit rubbing against his pelvis to help her ride out the sensation as she creamed all over his cock. He could feel himself hardening again, unable to resist her and the sweet pussy she gave him.
She cried out in pleasure when he sat up while they were still joined together. She was on his lap, straddling him as he hugged her to his chest and thrusted upward with a bruising pace.
“Jay, Please, I can’t, nghhh fuck” she moaned loudly into his ear as she clutched him for purchase. He growled at her words and fucked her with such intensity that she felt like she was drowning in an abyss.
Mind completely under his spell as he grunted with each thrust while his strong arms kept her place. She started babbling incoherently as her walls started clenching sporadically over his shaft.
“That’s it, baby. You can take it. Just take it” he goaded and she could do nothing but obey.
He latched onto her nipple sending her over the edge. Her body shook as she tugged harshly onto his hair, unable to form words as she started to come, her pussy pushing him out of her as streams of clear fluid drained out of her.
Jeongguk guided her onto her back, her fucked out state etched into his mind as he rubbed her swollen clit while she drenched him in her essence. As she came down from her high, eyes trying to focus on the man that had turned her brain into mush, her breaths came out short as she tried to come to her senses.
Jeongguk stroked his cock a few times, grunting as his spend painted her pussy that was clenching around nothing during the aftermath.
His movements were soft as he brought her back to reality, rubbing her stomach softly before trailing kisses from around her navel to her breasts, neck and finally her lips. She sighed contentedly into the kiss, simply wanting to feel him against her.
“I’m right here pretty girl. You were so good for me” he whispered lovingly against her lips. She lapped up the praise as she started to hug him against her, her body and mind completely belonging to him in that moment.
[...]
Jeongguk was in complete heaven.
After their passionate lovemaking he had taken great care of his sweet girl, had their bedding changed, thoroughly enjoyed how shy she had gotten after.
Now he was watching her with a goofy smile as she put the finishing touches on her vlog. He had reassured her that he wanted to be in the video, informing her that the company was aware that they had intended on going public.
She was nervous of course, caring more about the difficulties he would face compared to the hate that would follow her. He ensured that she would be protected and kissed her with such tenderness pouring his love into the action far better than he could with words.
He would protect her, keep her away from the vile words of others. He knew they would be fine, his fans, the real ones at least, wouldn’t allow for such disrespect to go unpunished. His reassurances had comforted her enough to relent to his pleading.
He snickered as she edited sticker over his body in the video, only revealing his face as he had been practically naked in most of the shots.
“Leave it. They’ll love it” he said cheekily in between laughter. She gave a glare, causing him to laugh harder as her expression reflected that of a puppy. She turned her head while sucking her teeth at his antics, smiling without even realizing.
“I don’t care. Only I get too that!” Jeongguk giggled with a blush staining his cheeks at her words.
“Jinja?” He asked cheekily while looking up at her while laid on his side. She sucked her teeth again in amusement and giggled along with him.
“You so fool!” she said in English while laughing. He chuckled and raised upwards and planted a wet kiss to her cheek.
He was in complete bliss.
After a few moments, he chuckled as his girlfriend squealed after the video was posted. It was a long one, over 3 hours of meticulously edited footage that spanned the departure and 3 weeks of her trip.
On instinct, Y/N picked up her phone and was prepared to check her social media, her boyfriend noting the way she nibbled her lip anxiously took the device from her.
“Yah!” she exclaimed in confusion.
“Don’t look for now. I don’t want you to get in your head” he said carefully. She softened at his concern and relented. Jeongguk muted every app and put the device on DND before turning to her with a soft smile.
“Let's go out.”
“Now? Where?” she asked curiously as it was already night time.
“Dinner. There’s a sushi place I like. I want to take you.” she smiled at the flirty look he gave her. She shook her head in amusement at his antics, getting flustered as he made a show of wooing her.
“Arasseo.” He giggled at her agreeance, and they went into they got up and got dressed for their night out.
The sushi place wasn’t that far from their hotel, a 20-minute walk that allowed them to talk and laugh along with one another. Jeongguk was completely entranced with his girlfriend as she babbled excitedly about her trip, as if he had not already known with the way he kept up with her events on social media.
However, he was brought out of his moment of peace when he caught glimpse of a small group as they approached the restaurant.
He went quiet, instincts on high alert as surveyed the group that was gathered near the entrance of the restaurant. There was 5 of them, 4 women and a man, that fidgeted nervously as they approached the entrance.
To anyone else they would’ve passed them off as a simple group of friends that were loitering outside of the restaurant after eating, not to him.
Jeongguk noted the way they each clutched their phones to themselves as they passed, the back cameras facing the couple as they passed. They both wore masks, concealing their faces but it didn’t matter, anyone that knew them, especially him he would be easily recognizable.
His sweet girl was oblivious to the suspicious nature of the group but noticed the way her boyfriend stiffened as they passed the threshold of the restaurant.
“What’s wrong baby?” Jeongguk brought her into his side more on instinct at her question, while they followed the hostess to their private room.
“Wait” he replied softly as they entered the room that would house them both. Y/N stared at him with her brows furrowed as she sat, confused at his shift in demeanor.
Jeongguk took his mask off and pulled out his phone with an angry sigh.
“Jay. What’s wrong?” He looked up at her question, expression softening as to not worry her. He knew she would be though, so he grabbed her hand softly before speaking.
“That group outside...I think they're press.” Her eyes widened at her words, and Jeongguk hated the slight twinge of fear that flashed in her gaze as she quickly composed.
“But they might not be right? Let’s not worry about it” she said nervously. Jeongguk sighed, knowing that their night was already ruined, he would protect her though, no matter what.
He took his hand from hers and alerted his team that came with him about the situation at hand, knowing that they would handle whatever was to come.
“Let’s get our food to go ok?” He suggested and felt annoyed at the press with the way his sweet girl slumped her shoulders slightly at his words, but she understood.
She had wanted to spend some time with him, a nice date like a normal couple but was acutely aware of their positions. As her popularity grew to staggering heights, the normalcy she had been accustomed to was being weathered away each day.
She was logical though, she understood that it was the price of her success, but still, she was only human and she hated the idea that moments like these would be a rarity with the man she loved.
She smiled tiredly at him and took in the way his eyes widened in slight distress at the sight of her dejection.
“Ok.” Jeongguk leaned across the table kissed her forehead softly after her reply. He promised to himself that he would make it up to her, he didn’t know how yet but he would no matter the lengths he would need to go through to make it happen.
About 20 minutes after, they had their food in hand and Jeongguk felt a little better at her excitement over the food. He had gotten a call from his bodyguard that they had brought a car for them to leave, so they made there departure.
As they exited, Jeongguk’s happy mood dissipated instantly as they were bombarded with the press.
“Jay...” Y/N said with wide eyes at the flashing lights and clamoring of people that were pushing mics in their faces.
Jeongguk moved quickly as he clutched her hand, keeping her behind him as he pushed through the crowd angrily. Everything was moving too fast.
Two of his bodyguards got into action, protecting him on instinct.
“Get her!” he barked at them.
They got into action and used their bodies to protect his girl and to get her in the car. Jeongguk felt relief for a singular moment before it was dashed away when someone made a grab at her from behind. He didn’t hesitate as he kicked the hand out of the hand away.
“Get the fuck out of the way!!” he cursed loudly as he finally made it into the car before his guard shut the door behind him.
He turned to his girl who breathed heavily and tried to compose herself. He was fucking pissed.
“Look at me” he said to her softly, grabbing her face softly to turn her to him. Y/N felt heavy with emotion, her nerves going haywire and all it took was for her to look the man to calm her as he assessed her, checking if she was injured anywhere.
“I’m fine” she assured, the words doing little to calm the murderous look in his eye. “Baby, I am ok” she said with a soft smile, reaching forward and pecking his lips.
As she moved, Jeongguk pulled her back to him and kissed her softly, more than the meagre peck she had given. She sighed against his lips, enjoying having him close, before pulling away and giving him a small smile. He returned it and brought her into his embrace, caressing her head as she melted in his arms.
Y/N had already undressed from her outfit, it was casual, but she couldn’t help but fee; saddened at how the night turned out as she undid her makeup.
She didn’t blame her boyfriend, she couldn’t, and she understood that this was the price of fame, but still it annoyed her greatly that they couldn’t even have this one fucking date without being bombarded.
She thought about how angry Jeongguk had gotten, never seeing the crazed look he had in his eyes before, and maybe something was wrong with her but instead of feeling scared she felt nothing but loved. He had protected her amidst the chaos just like he said he would, and now he was on a very heated call with his manager.
She mulled over the night in her mind and knew that there was no turning back. The simple thought of not having him in her life pressed a crushing weight on her heart, if this was the cost of their union that she would pay it. The thought settled over her and filled her with a deep sense of clarity as she exited the bathroom.
Jeongguk looked to her while still on the phone and relaxed his shoulders when she gave him a small smile. He was glad that she was unharmed and felt a deep sense of pride at how well she was taking all of it.
He said his goodbyes to his manager as she set up sat on the floor in front of the table that had their food. He made his way to her and sat down, their knees touching.
“I’m sorry about tonight” he said softly.
“Why? It isn’t your fault” she responded with a soft smile.
“I know, but it’s the principle. The fucking press! I just wanted to take you to a nice restaurant.” she giggled as he spoke with a pout, like a child complaining about not having their way.
“Yah. Why are you laughing?” he said with laughter of his own.
“Cause you’re adorable!” she said with a snicker.
“Adorable? Yah!” he complained with faux offence. She laughed at his reaction, unable to contain the symphony of giggles from leaving her mouth. Jeongguk laughed along with her in complete awe at how well she was handling it, that was when he had an idea.
“We should do a live.” Y/N sputtered and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Huh?” he chuckled at her reaction.
“A live. On Weverse. If they want to be all up in our business, then it should be on our terms. What do you say?” he reasoned. She thought it over for a moment and smiled with a scoff, shaking her head slightly in disbelief.
“Arasseo.” Jeongguk peck her lips quickly and rushed to get his phone. Y/N could do nothing but laugh at his antics, finding her boyfriend to be the cutest thing in the world.
Summary: Taehyun has an obsession with his favorite cam girl but can he be cured of it when he runs into a cute stranger.
Wc: 2k
Taehyun was an ordinary man with a seemingly typical life. He worked diligently in marketing and maintained a regular exercise routine. His good looks did not go unnoticed, as he frequently received compliments on his attractiveness. Despite this, he was never seen with a romantic partner, and his sex life was virtually nonexistent.
The reason behind this was Taehyun's secret struggle: he wasn't just addicted to pornography; he was obsessed with a particular cam girl. It was a sticky situation for him, having to hide his sexual deviancies. His room was a shrine to you, with posters and signed postcards framed and displayed all over his walls and nightstands. He could never let anyone into his room because of this, keeping it locked at all times when guests are over. Who would ever understand his need to worship such a goddess?
He watched your streams religiously, never missing a single one. Even if a stream coincided with an important event, he would simply cancel the event to stay home and watch you. He followed all your social media accounts and was always the first to like your posts, the biggest gifter, and the most active supporter. You knew his username by heart, thanks to all the donations and gifts he had given you. A sense of pride and joy filled his body whenever you said his username to thank him. The only problem was that his favorite goddess remained faceless, always adorning elaborate masquerade masks during streams and in pictures.
As usual Taehyun finds himself out shopping for a new gift to give his goddess. You tend to love plushies more than the sex toys you're often gifted, a trait he finds utterly charming. As he spots a huge Rilakkuma plushie that he knows would be perfect for you, another hand reaches for it at the same moment.
"Oh, I'm sorry," says a sweet voice. Taehyun looks down to see an absolutely adorable girl. Her braided hair is tied up with a cute pink bow, and her bright, round eyes are accentuated with charming eyeshadow. Her dark skin looks soft to the touch, and her wide, cute nose adds to her endearing appearance. Her lips are plump and glossy, enhanced with alluring lipstick. She's wearing an outfit that Taehyun is certain he has seen before. "Oh no, it's okay. I'm sure there's another one I can get. You can have this one," Taehyun says, taking the plushie off the shelf and handing it to the girl. He's never found anyone this cute—besides his goddess, of course—and it's making him nervous. What is he doing, giving away the perfect gift for his goddess? The girl takes the plushie from him, and her eyes light up with happiness.
"Cute," Taehyun murmurs, taken aback by his own words. He tenses up, his heart racing.
The now embarrassed girl hides her face, her eyes peeking shyly over the big plush.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just—" Taehyun starts to ramble, his words tumbling out in a rush.
"No, it's okay. Um, thank you for the plush..." she trails off, waiting for Taehyun to introduce himself.
"Taehyun," he finishes, his voice softening.
"Well, this is a bit forward, Taehyun, but can I have your number? I mean, maybe we can have joint custody," the girl giggles, her laughter like honey to Taehyun's ears. He's never been this taken by anyone before, except his perfect cam girl. This girl is so different—more cutesy and shy—whereas his goddess is confident, sexy, bold, and a mistress in her own right. Her soft demeanor is a stark contrast, making his heart race even more.
"Yeah, sure, here's my contact information." Taehyun isn’t sure why he’s following this girl's whims, but her aura makes him want to do anything for her. After they exchange numbers, the strange cutie toddles off to pay at the counter. Taehyun smiles to himself, thinking about how adorable she looks, until he notices a problem at the register. He hurries over. "Hey, what’s up?" he asks the girl.
She looks at him, clearly upset. "I forgot my wallet. I’m such a ditz, and the cashier says they can’t hold it for me," she says, her voice trembling on the edge of tears. All this over a plushie—she must really love them. "It’s fine, I’ll pay. You can give me half later since we have joint custody," Taehyun says with a reassuring smile.
"Are you sure? The guy says it's $250," she says, looking at him worriedly.
"Yeah, I've spent more on a plush," Taehyun laughs it off, paying the cashier and starting to hand over the plushie. The girl stops him. "No, no, you can have the first week until I pay you back. Then our son is mine," she insists with a playful smile. Taehyun barely has a chance to respond before she leaves the store, waving his number in the window and mouthing, "I'll text you," before disappearing into the crowd. He watches her go, the playful exchange leaving him feeling lighter and more excited than he had in a long time.
It has been exactly a week since then, and Taehyun is starting to wonder if she'll ever contact him. He tells himself he'll be perfectly fine if she doesn't; he can always go back to his original plan and gift the plushie to his favorite cam girl. Sitting in his apartment, he eats a sad dinner of buldak and spam when a ping comes from his phone. He checks it excitedly, hoping it might be the cute stranger. His heart sinks a bit when he sees it's just a notification for a random live stream from you.
He shakes his head—how could he be disappointed when his goddess is doing an extra live for her fans? He abandons his dinner, bolting to his room to set up the stream on his PC for better quality. "Hello, my pups. Today, I have sad news for all you degenerates. I will be taking a hiatus to focus on some other stuff, but don't worry, I'll send out this month's care package and this stream will be extra steamy because I know whatever I do, y'all will like it." The stream is indeed steamy. Taehyun almost pathetically came without even touching himself. You were just so sexy and knew exactly how to move your body, captivating him completely. The way you move, the sultry tone of your voice, and the seductive looks you give the camera hold him spellbound, making him forget everything else.
When your stream ends, Taehyun finds himself rewatching it to get off. He can't do it when you're live; he has to focus entirely on every movement you make. As Taehyun strokes himself through his boxers, his arm flexing, showcasing his muscular stature, with pants long discarded halfway through the stream, he finds himself imagining the face of the pretty girl he saw over your covered one. Thoughts of her glossy lips wrapping perfectly around his hard cock flood his mind. He envisions the seductive scene, imagining how sexy it would be to reduce her to a ruined mess beneath him. The image of her innocent eyes looking up at him, filled with desire, fuels his arousal. That night, he comes harder than he ever has before, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.
While tidying up, another notification buzzes on Taehyun's phone. Glancing at it briefly, he's surprised to find a new number texting him: "Where shall we meet to discuss our 'joint custody'?" Hastily wiping himself clean, he discards the tissue and rubs his sticky hands against the bottom of his shirt. With trembling fingers, he responds, "There's a cozy café near the store where we met. How about meeting there?" Anxious for her reply, Taehyun nervously bites his nails until his screen illuminates with her response: "Sounds perfect! See you there tomorrow at 3."
Today is the day—Taehyun keeps reminding himself it's not a date with the pretty girl; it's just a talk. While tossing and turning last night, thoughts kept him up, and Taehyun realized he never caught her name, and curses himself for not asking. Whilst gazing at his reflection in his coffee cup, fussing with his bangs for the umpteenth time, a sweet voice perks him up. "Hey, hope you didn't wait long." Taehyun smiles up at the pretty stranger, taking in her appearance. She's wearing a stunning red dress, her makeup more glamorous than their first meeting.
"No, I haven't been here long," Taehyun lies. He's been here since the cafe opened at 11 am, though he won't admit it. "I see you brought the goods," the charming woman says, gesturing over to the huge, hard-to-miss bear seated right next to him. "Yep, just as promised," Taehyun smiles. She settles into her seat as the waiter approaches. Opting for the only tea on the menu instead of coffee, she leans in to whisper to Taehyun, "I'm not much of a coffee person." "Oh no, I could've picked a different place," Taehyun furrows his brow, angry at himself for never asking what she would prefer as their meeting place.
She lets out a laugh that's like music to Taehyun's ears. "Don't fret, it's okay," she reassures him, her hands briefly squeezing his before retreating to her side. "Okay, so I only have cash. I hope that's okay," the pretty woman in red starts to pull out a thick envelope, drawing some curious glances as she prepares to hand it over. "Um, I think it's best if we wait," Taehyun nervously says. The woman looks around and catches the hint quickly, putting the money back into her purse.
"How about we go to your place for the exchange? Do you live nearby?" she asks, her eyes shining with anticipation. Taehyun hesitates; he does live close by, but the thought of her discovering his secret makes him anxious. Yet, her expectant gaze softens his resolve, and he eventually admits to living nearby. "Perfect," she responds, rising from her seat and heading to the counter to get her tea to go.
The closer they get to Taehyun's place, the more nervous he becomes. Despite his attempts to play it off, the lady can sense his unease, offering silly jokes and remarks along the way to loosen him up. As they approach his building and ride the elevator up to his door, Taehyun's hand shakes as he turns the knob. The cute stranger notices his trembling and takes matters into her own hands, opening the door herself and stepping inside. She gives a big stretch, her comment breaking the tension, "Wow, with how nervous you were the whole time, I was expecting a dingy, dirty place."
Taehyun's place is surprisingly luxurious, boasting an amazing view and expensive modern furniture. It's a stark contrast to his plain outward appearance. She carefully takes off her shoes and plops herself on the couch, and puts her drink on the coffee table, making herself at home. "Is it that you've never had a woman in here?" she teases, observing Taehyun's reaction closely. Taehyun tenses, a subtle shift that catches the attention of the cutie.
"Oh, you haven't? Do you not go on dates? I assumed with your good looks and all, you were a playboy," she remarks, looking at Taehyun with surprise. Taehyun shrugs, setting the plush on a separate chair before settling himself beside the lady on the couch. "Nope, I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. I'm pretty busy with work and my friends," he explains. "So, are you a virgin?" The lewd question, coming from such a innocent looking girl, makes Taehyun choke on his spit. She looks expectantly at him, as if she isn't asking a very personal question.
"No, I'm not, but at least take me out to dinner first before asking stuff like this," Taehyun jokes, trying to lighten the mood. The lady's eyes widen, seeming to realize the kind of question she just asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm way too open about stuff," she says, her face warming with embarrassment. "That's fine. Do you want some lemon or anything with your tea?" Taehyun offers, trying to ease the tension. She shyly declines, focusing on her drink as Taehyun excuses himself to use the restroom.
Left alone in the living room, the cute stranger's eyes wander around the space. In all honesty, she was on the hunt for a new apartment, and this building looked perfect. She mentally takes measurements of the living room and the kitchen. "Hmm, I wonder how big their rooms are," she muses.
The cute stranger knows it's inappropriate to snoop, especially into someone's room, and if it's locked, she'll give up and go back to her seat. But her line of work requires a spacious bedroom, so her curiosity outweighs her morals as she turns the doorknob. To her surprise, it's unlocked. She flicks on the light and is taken aback to find a bedroom shrine dedicated to her.
"What the hell?" Taehyun's voice, filled with a blend of anger and surprise, startles you as he swiftly moves behind you, shutting the door with a firm hand. "I—" you mumble, ready to explain yourself, but stop. "Actually, why aren't you explaining yourself? You're the stalker," Taehyun looks taken aback. "Stalker? You came over to my place and started snooping around. I don't care how pretty you are; that's just not cool," he crosses his muscular arms. A normal person would've thrown you out by now, but Taehyun was willing to overlook this if you could overlook his obsession.
"You mean you didn't know?" you say, looking incredulous as him. His face twists in confusion. "Oh god, you really don't," you exclaim. You gently pry Taehyun's hands off the doorknob and stride into his room. Taehyun follows, intending to usher you out, but you begin undressing, causing him to blush and close his eyes. "Open them," you demand, Taehyun obliges. His body is unable to resist your command. You're seated on his bed, legs spread, and Taehyun swallows nervously at the sight. "All of this," you gesture around the room, "is me," you declare. Taehyun is less surprised at your announcement because as soon as he saw your stunning naked form, he knew. How could he not? He studied it nightly, thinking of all the ways you could use him.
Taehyun's mind races, from the situation at hand. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, he finds himself drawn to you, his gaze lingering on your captivating figure. You, on the other hand, seem unfazed by the intensity of the moment. With a subtle smirk, you break the silence. "Surprised, Taehyun?" Your voice is laced with a hint of amusement. Taehyun clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.
"I... I don't know what to say," he stammers, his eyes still fixed on you. You rise from the bed, moving closer to him with a confident stride. "You don't have to say anything," you reply softly, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline. "Actions speak louder than words, don't they?" Taehyun is powerless against your intense gaze, not knowing what to do next. However, you do and so you take charge, closing the distance between you two and pulling Taehyun into a steamy, lustful kiss. You reach for his hands, guiding them to your ass. Taehyun quickly catches the hint and squeezes it, bringing you impossibly closer to him.
You roam your hands under his shirt, relishing the feel of his defined abs beneath your fingertips. Taehyun's confidence grows as he takes the lead, guiding you backward until you fall onto his bed, with him on top. You try to assert your dominance by nipping and sucking on his neck, playfully calling him your pup, but Taehyun's exploration of your body quickly overwhelms your senses.
His rough hands send electric waves of pleasure coursing through your needy body, and you let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as his lips pepper fluttery kisses down your neck. You're accustomed to being in control in sexual encounters yet you find yourself completely dominated by Taehyun's presence. As his fingers expertly trace circles on your wet pussy, you surrender your body entirely to him, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. "More," you pathetically whimper into Taehyun's ear, and he happily obliges, shoving two of his fingers inside your soaked, aching core. Your back arches in pleasure as Taehyun flicks his fingers inside your cunt, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your body. You had pegged him for inexperienced, but how wrong you were; he effortlessly has you panting and moaning with just his fingers.
"I'm close," you moan out as Taehyun expertly flicks his fingers in a steady pace. Instead of accelerating, chasing your orgasm as you desperately want, he removes his fingers, making eye contact as he sucks your juices off them. Before you can whine or protest, Taehyun lines himself up with your pussy and roughly shoves himself inside, eliciting a loud moan from you. Taehyun sets a teasing rhythm, causing you to beg him to go faster. Ignoring your pleas, he continues to use you as he pleases, driving you wild. As he nears his own climax, Taehyun increases his pace. You cling to him, the heightened intensity bringing you even more pleasure.
Lost in the intoxicating haze that is Taehyun, he whispers dirty words into your ear, echoing ones you've used when teasing your stream. Now, he uses them against you, pushing you over the edge. Your body tenses with pleasure as you release around him. Taehyun however maintains his rhythm, smirking as he practically fucks your orgasm back into you. "I'm coming inside," he declares, leaving no room for argument as he fills you with his warm cum.
The now worn-out boy practically collapses on top of you, spent from the intense encounter. "Shit, I'm sorry for being a bit much," he mumbles into your hair. "No, you were amazing. I loved every second," you reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. "So, what do you think about doing this again? Maybe at my place, in front of a camera," you suggest, your voice laced with anticipation. Taehyun just mumbles an exhausted agreement, too spent to realize what he just agreed to.
°⊹- The neon sign in the window of Velvet Whispers hummed a low, buzzing B-flat, casting a magenta glow across the polished hardwood floors. It was 11:45 PM on a rainy Thursday, and you were thoroughly convinced you were the only living soul left on this stretch of the boulevard.
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°⊹- notes : writing this while im at the shop right now because standing around all these lubricants and lace lingerie is literally the ultimate muse 😭 like where is my hot, ink-covered biker man ?? i am officially manifesting jungkook taking a wrong turn on his motorcycle and walking into the exact adult store i work at tonight. corporate please don't check my search history, i'm just a girl trying to survive the graveyard shift lmao. enjoy the ruin.
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You leaned against the glass counter, absentmindedly spinning a velvet-lined display tray of rose-gold cuffs. Working the late shift at a boutique adult store in the city had its perks—namely, peace, quiet, and the freedom to catch up on your reading. It was a high-end spot, less "fluorescent-lit basement" and more "luxury lingerie parlor," smelling faintly of vanilla and expensive leather.
The bell above the heavy oak door chimed, cutting through the low lo-fi beat playing from the store’s speakers.
You blinked, shifting your gaze from the cuffs to the entrance, expecting a frantic couple or a shy college student. Instead, the air in the room instantly grew heavier.
He had to duck slightly to clear the doorframe. Broad shoulders, encased in a scuffed, heavyweight black leather motorcycle jacket, caught the pink neon light. Raindrops glistened on the leather, dripping onto the floor as he paused, pulling off a pair of fingerless leather gloves and tucking them into his pocket. Underneath the jacket, a distressed black graphic tee clung to a chest that looked like it could hold up a collapsing roof.
But it was his face that made the breath catch flat in your throat. High, sharp cheekbones, a pierced lip, and dark, piercing eyes shadowed by a wet mop of raven hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead. A faint trail of ink peeked out from the collar of his shirt, creeping up his neck, while his right arm was a solid, intricate sleeve of black-and-grey tattoos stretching all the way down to his knuckles.
He looked entirely out of place among the minimalist glass shelves and satin-draped displays. He looked like trouble on two wheels.
"Welcome in," you said, your voice smoother than you actually felt. You rested your chin on your palm, offering him a slow, unbothered smile. "Let me know if you’re looking for anything specific, or if you just need a place to dry off."
The man paused, his dark eyes locked onto yours. He hadn't expected the girl behind the counter to look at him with amusement instead of intimidation. A slow, devastating smirk tugged at the corner of his pierced lip.
"Just looking," he rumbled. His voice was a deep, gravelly baritone that felt like a low-frequency vibration straight to your chest.
He began to pace the perimeter of the store. He didn't walk; he prowled. His heavy engineer boots thudded softly against the floor. You watched him open-ally, entirely unashamed of your inspection. He stopped in front of a wall of high-end oils and massage bars, picking up a bottle of amber-scented warming lubricant. His tattooed fingers wrapped around the sleek glass, twisting it to read the back.
"Find anything interesting?" you called out, tilting your head.
Jungkook—though you didn't know his name yet—turned his head, holding your gaze as he slowly set the bottle back down. He walked toward the counter, his movements deliberate, until there was nothing but a strip of glass separating his imposing frame from yours. Up close, he smelled of rain, ozone, expensive cologne, and the distinct, raw scent of motor oil and leather.
"Maybe," he said, leaning his forearms against the counter. The leather of his jacket creaked. He tilted his face down slightly, looking up at you through his dark lashes. "I didn't think places like this came with such captivating views."
You let out a soft laugh, leaning forward just enough to match his proximity. "We pride ourselves on our curation. Everything here is premium quality."
"Is that so?" His eyes dropped to your lips, then traveled down to the collarbone peeking out from your top, before snapping back up to your eyes. The intensity in his stare was palpable, heavy with a sudden, thick tension that made your skin tingle. "What’s your name?"
"User," you murmured. "And you are?"
"Jungkook." He extended a hand, his palm warm and calloused against yours as you took it. He didn't just shake your hand; he held it, his thumb lightly brushing against the back of your knuckles, a slow, deliberate caress that sent a spark straight down your spine. "Do you always work the graveyard shift alone, User?"
"Usually. It's quiet. Gives me time to think." You gently pulled your hand back, though your skin practically throbbed where he’d touched it. "Though tonight is proving to be a bit more... distracting."
Jungkook’s smirk widened, showing a hint of his bunny teeth, a surprisingly endearing contrast to the raw masculinity radiating off him. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his dark, oil-stained jeans. "Am I distracting you?"
"A little," you admitted honestly, leaning back against the register. "You don't exactly look like our usual clientele. Most guys who come in here alone are sweating through their shirts and looking at the floor."
"I'm not most guys," he said simply. He cast a glance around the empty shop, then looked back at you, his eyes darkening with a sudden, predatory focus. "And I don't scare easily. Especially not by things I want."
The directness of it made your pulse spike. "And what is it you want, Jungkook?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he walked around the perimeter of the counter. You didn't move, your heart hammering against your ribs as he stepped into the employee-only space behind the desk. The space was narrow, forcing him to stand mere inches from you. He was a wall of heat, completely eclipsing the cool air of the store.
"I think," Jungkook whispered, stepping so close you could feel the whisper of his breath on your cheek, "I want to see if the customer service here is as good as they say."
"The store closes in five minutes," you breathed, your eyes flitting down to his lips.
"Then lock the door."
It was a command, wrapped in a velvet plea. You didn't hesitate. Reaching blindly behind you, you grabbed the keys off the hook, stepped past him—your hips brushing against his thighs in a way that made him let out a low growl—and walked to the front entrance. You turned the deadbolt with a heavy click, flipped the sign to 'CLOSED', and shut off the main overhead lights.
Instantly, the store was bathed in a deep, moody crimson and violet glow from the accent lights.
When you turned around, Jungkook hadn't moved from behind the counter. He was watching you through the shadows, his silhouette massive and imposing. You walked back to him slowly, hips swaying just a fraction more, feeling an intoxicating rush of adrenaline. You weren't a helpless girl in a dark shop; you were the one holding the keys, and he was the one trapped inside with you.
As soon as you stepped back into the alcove behind the counter, Jungkook’s hand shot out. His calloused fingers wrapped firmly around your hip, pulling you flush against him. The rough leather of his jacket pressed into your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body beneath it.
"You're bold," he murmured, his gaze scanning your face as if searching for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, his grip tightened, his thumb digging into the soft flesh of your waist. "I like that."
"I know what I like too," you retorted, reaching up to rest your hands on his broad shoulders. The leather was damp, but your palms slid up to his neck, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his pulse. "And right now, I want to know if you're all talk."
Jungkook let out a dark, breathless laugh. "You're going to regret daring me, sweetheart."
He moved with a sudden, fluid speed that caught you off guard. In one seamless motion, he hoisted you up, lifting you effortlessly onto the sturdy glass counter. The glass didn't shatter, but the rattle of the display trays inside echoed through the silent room. You parted your legs instinctively, allowing him to step deeply between your thighs.
Before you could speak, his hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, and he brought his mouth down on yours.
The kiss was explosive. It wasn't gentle or tentative; it was a bruising, possessive claim that tasted like rain and raw hunger. His lips were soft but demanding, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a dominant stroke that made a soft, helpless whimper escape your throat. He drank the sound in, his other hand sliding up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your skirt out of the way until his warm palm met the bare skin of your upper thigh.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your fingers gripping his damp hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, burying you in his scent and his heat.
Jungkook pulled back just an inch, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his lips wet and swollen. "Fuck," he muttered against your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He bit down gently on the sensitive skin right above your collarbone, making you arch your back and gasp out loud. "You smell so good. So goddamn sweet."
His hands moved to the zipper of his jacket, shrugging out of the heavy leather and letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Left in just his black t-shirt, the definition of his chest and biceps was devastating. The tattoos on his arm flexed as he reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear.
He looked up at you, his dark eyes burning with an unspoken question.
You answered by sliding your hands down his chest, grasping the hem of his shirt, and tugging it upward. He complied easily, raising his arms so you could pull the fabric over his head, discarding it onto the floor next to his jacket. In the dim, magenta light, his torso was a masterpiece of muscle, ink, and a few faint scars that spoke of a life lived on the edge.
Jungkook reached down and swept your underwear down your legs, tossing them aside. His hand traveled back up, his large, tattooed palm cupping you over the aching center of your desire. You gasped, your fingers digging into the flesh of his bare shoulders as he began to stroke you, his thumb finding your slick core and rubbing in slow, agonizing circles.
"Look at you," Jungkook growled softly, his thumb smearing your own moisture over your sensitive skin. He watched your face intensely, catching every twitch of your eyebrows, every parted breath. "So wet for me already. You wanted this just as bad as I did."
"Jungkook, please," you whimpered, your hips tilting upward against his hand, seeking more pressure.
He smiled, a dark, wicked thing, and instead of giving you what you wanted, he dropped to his knees right between your thighs.
Your breath hitched as his hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading you wide under the glowing neon light. Jungkook didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning against your soaking folds before his tongue made a long, wet stripe from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your swollen clit.
You let out a loud, unvarnished cry, your fingers instantly tangling in his dark, wet hair. Jungkook groaned against your skin, fascinated by your response. He went to work with a brutal efficiency, flat, heavy strokes of his tongue alternating with sharp, pointed sucks right on your most sensitive spot. He inserted two fingers inside you, pumping them deep, mirroring the frantic rhythm of his mouth.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, please," you sobbed, your hips rolling helplessly against his face, completely undone by the wet, suctioning friction.
He swallowed your whimpers, dragging his tongue over you over and over until your body went completely rigid. A violent tremble raced through your thighs as your first orgasm crashed down, your walls gripping his fingers in a vice-like clench. Jungkook stayed right there, lapping up every drop of your release until your tremors subsided into weak shudders.
When he stood back up, his lips were slick and glistening, his eyes completely dark with desire. "You taste incredible," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
But he wasn't done playing. His hands gripped your waist and he turned you around, forcing you on your hands and knees on the cold, smooth glass counter. The change in perspective was dizzying. You looked back over your shoulder, your breath catching as Jungkook unbuttoned and shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his heavy, throbbing length.
Before he covered himself, he stepped closer, his heavy chest pressing against your lower back. He reached around, his fingers gripping your chin, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him.
"Open up, sweetheart," he rumbled.
He guided his thick, pulsing shaft right against your lips. You opened your mouth, taking him in. The sheer size of him stretched your jaw, the heat of him overwhelming. Jungkook let out a low, ragged groan, his hands moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling securely in your hair. He began to move his hips, slowly at first, then with an aggressive, dominant rhythm, face-fucking you right there on the counter.
He pushed deep into your throat, making you gasp, your eyes tearing up as his thick length slid in and out of your wet mouth. The friction of his pubic bone hitting your chin, the raw sound of your wet throat wrapping around him, completely drove him over the edge. He gave a few more deep, forceful thrusts into your mouth before pulling out with a wet snap, both of you panting for air.
He reached over, grabbing a condom from the display jar, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on with a trembling hand.
"Now," he growled, his voice a gravelly command.
He grabbed your hips, lifting your core up, and aligned himself. With one heavy, brutal shove, Jungkook buried himself completely inside you from behind.
"Ah!" you screamed, your fingers blindly scratching at the smooth glass of the counter for purchase. The depth was staggering. He filled you so completely you could feel the thrum of his pulse deep within your chest.
Jungkook didn't give you a second to adjust. He began to hammer into you, his large hands anchoring onto your hip bones, leaving bruising prints as he drove his weight forward. The slap of his thighs against your ass echoed through the empty boutique, a dirty, rhythmic cadence accompanied by your high-pitched gasps.
"Fuck, you're so tight, User," he panted, his chest heaving as he bent down, his teeth gently biting the sensitive skin of your shoulder blade. "Look at how well you take me."
Wanting to change the angle, he pulled you backward off the counter. Your feet hit the floor, but your knees were too weak to hold you. Jungkook caught you effortlessly, spinning you around to face him. He backed up against the heavy oak desk, sitting down on the edge of it, and hoisted you up onto his lap, guiding your hips down so you impaled yourself on him in a deep stride.
You let out a breathless groan, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. In this position, the control was yours, and you began to roll your hips, grinding down against his thick shaft.
Jungkook’s hands shot up to grip your waist, helping you set the pace. His head fell back against the dark wood of the wall, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles bunched. "Like that... fuck, just like that," he choked out, his eyes opening to watch you ride him. The sight of you above him, your chest heaving, completely covered in the crimson neon glow, was almost too much for him to bear.
You picked up the pace, bouncing frantically on him, the friction pushing you closer and closer to another edge. Your internal walls pulsed around him, driving him insane.
"Jungkook, I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he wheezed.
He gripped your thighs, flipping you around in one fluid, powerful motion. He laid you flat on your back on the desk, scattering papers and pens to the floor. He lifted your legs high, resting your ankles over his broad shoulders, opening you up completely to his gaze.
He didn't wait. He plunged back in, his thrusts fast, deep, and utterly relentless. This angle was lethal, hitting your sweet spot with every single strike. You tossed your head from side to side, your fingers digging into the edge of the wooden desk, your entire body trembling under his weight.
"Jungkook! Please, Jungkook!" you screamed, completely lost to the pleasure.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he growled, his own pace turning chaotic, frantic. "Let me feel it."
Your walls clamped down in a violent, crushing climax, a high-pitched cry tearing from your throat as the room spun. The sheer tightness of your release broke Jungkook’s remaining control. He let out a loud, animalistic roar, driving into you three more punishing times before locking his hips tight against yours. He threw his head back, his veins straining against his neck as he came violently inside the condom, his entire body shuddering as he poured himself into you.
The silence of the shop returned slowly, filled only by the sounds of your ragged, synchronized breathing and the distant, soothing patter of the rain outside.
Jungkook remained buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving against yours, his face hidden in your hair. He was heavy, but it was a comforting, grounding weight. Slowly, he began to kiss his way up your neck, gentle, soft presses of his lips that were a stark contrast to the violence of the passion just moments before.
He pulled out slowly, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. He carefully disposed of the protection, cleaning both of you up with a few tissues from behind the counter, his movements surprisingly tender.
Once he had pulled his jeans back up, he turned his attention to you. You were still sitting on the desk, your legs dangling, feeling completely thoroughly wrecked in the best possible way. Jungkook smiled, a soft, genuine expression that melted the hardened biker exterior completely.
He reached down, picked up his heavy leather jacket from the floor, and draped it over your bare shoulders. The leather was cool against your overheated skin, but the interior still held his residual warmth. It smelled entirely of him.
"You okay?" he asked, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek.
"More than okay," you breathed, wrapping the oversized jacket tighter around yourself. "Best customer service experience of my life."
Jungkook chuckled, leaning forward to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. He didn't look like he had any intention of leaving anytime soon. He reached over, grabbed a chair from behind the desk, and pulled it up right next to where you were sitting on the counter, sitting down and resting his hand on your knee.
"Good," he said, his dark eyes sparkling with a dangerous, beautiful promise. "Because I think I'm going to be a regular customer from now on."
SUMMARY -> jungkook, a divorced single dad, falls for his daughter’s nanny.
TROPES -> she falls first he falls harder, yearning, age gap, angst, hurt comfort, absent mother, jungkook is a little pathetic
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01: hired!
you bit the inside of your cheek in nervousness, swallowing as you walked into the house. you didn’t know why you were nervous, you had babysat for years. younger cousins, neighbors. the type that gave big apologies for being late and even bigger amounts of money.
the concept was simple. let the father interview you so he knows that his baby girl isn’t being let into the care of a psychopath. it was nothing. you had babysat your cousins or neighbor’s kids for years, perfect preparation for this job.
what you weren’t prepared for was the man that had opened the door.
you had been told his name was jeon jungkook. founder and CEO of a fast-growing tech company. divorced. rich. busy. you had expected an uptight, slightly arrogant, slightly pretentious tech bro.
you were very wrong.
he was handsome. devastatingly so. he was wearing a simple t-shirt and black jeans. his skin was so perfect you could’ve mistaken him for a model or pop idol. his eyes held a distinct tiredness that made your heart ache.
“hello,” you said breathlessly.
he studied you for a moment, your heart racing. he bit his silver lip piercing as he stared at you like he was trying to figure something out.
“hi,” he said too quietly.
you both stared at each other for what felt like an hour, entranced by each other’s presence.
he cleared his throat and looked away first, like he had caught himself doing something he shouldn’t.
he fidgeted with his hands, “are you here for the interview?”
“yes.” you swallowed, “its mr. jeon, right?”
“jungkook,” he corrected, gesturing for you to enter. “please just call me jungkook.”
you left your shoes at the door and followed as he turned and walked deeper into the house.
the house didn’t feel like a home. it felt like something paused—quiet, dull, apart from the pictures of jungkook’s daughter. him holding her in the hospital, her at the park, her at every single birthday. you bit back a smile. it was adorable.
he led you to the kitchen gesturing for you to sit at the island, “do you cook?”
“yes, jungkook. i actually studied a few kid friendly recipes for your daughter to make with me.”
his brows furrowed, “hm.”
“yes?”
he just stared, something clearly on his mind, “nothing.”
another awkward moment of silence passed.
“sorry,” jungkook muttered. “i just… most applicants didn’t prepare like that.”
your cheeks warmed. “i like kids, i want some of my own someday.”
he studied you again. this time softer.
then, a small voice echoed down the hall.
“daddy?”
jungkook’s whole posture changed instantly, he perked up, immediately attentive to the voice.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled to you. “arin?” he called, “you’re supposed to be napping.”
“daddy, ‘m not sleepy.”
he got up, following the sound down the hallway. you heard little footsteps padding against the cold tile floors.
arin was a very little girl, no older than five , with messy, jet black hair identical to her father that rested at her small shoulders. she hid behind jungkook’s leg.
jungkook turned around and crouched in front her, “princess, this is the girl i was telling you about. the nanny?”
your heart melted. you wanted to meet her. you walked up to them and crouched to her level.
“hi, arin,” you whispered.
her big brown eyes lit up slowly as she stared at you in awe.
“what’s your name?” she whispered.
you told her. she repeated it slowly, giggling.
“princess, you need to go back to sleep,” jungkook picked her up.
“no daddy! i wanna see nanny. i wanna be with you, i—“
“shhhh,” he coaxed, carrying her back down the hallway, “it’s naptime, princess.”
“but, but…” you could hear arin’s pouting.
as the voices faded away, you directed your attention to the kitchen island you were sitting at. arin’s drawings were scattered across the marble, many featuring what looked like her and her father hand in hand. your heart melted.
you glanced at the bare fridge, magnets spread across it. you knew how much it mattered for children to have their art showcased and praised. you grabbed the drawings and put them on the fridge.
“hey, i’m sorry about that, arin’s been—“ jungkook stopped mid sentence as he stopped to watch what you were doing. he froze yet again.
self doubt flooded your veins, “s-sorry. i just thought—“
“no.” he interrupted, still staring, “keep it. it’s nice.”
you returned to the kitchen island and sat beside him.
close enough that he could smell your shampoo.
he ran a hand through his hair, “are you in school?”
“yes, sir.”
“do you commute?”
“yes, sir.”
“that’s a long day.”
“i can handle it.”
he nodded slowly, “you don’t seem like the lazy type.”
“i’m not,” you smiled. it made his heart skip.
jungkook rubbed the back of his neck with his tattooed arm. for a moment, it seemed like he was debating whether to say something.
then he sighed.
“i want you to know this,” he began. “i love my baby. she is…” he paused, searching for words, “everything to me.”
you didn’t interrupt.
“she’s the best thing that’s ever happened in my life,” he continued. “everything i do, every hour I spend at work, every decision i make, it’s for her. i know i’m busy. too busy, probably. but i want someone who understands that she comes first. always.” you saw his eyes start to water.
you leaned in, “i understand.”
his eyes lifted to meet yours. the words hung in the air, something sweet and natural passed between them.
“she is so lucky,” you said, “she has a dad who loves her that much.”
you looked at him with wide, almost adoring eyes. he looked away for a moment.
“can you start on monday?” he blurted.
your face flushed and your heart pounded with excitement. you inhaled, trying to contain it all.
the answer came out faster than intended.
“yes.”
author’s note:
this took way too long to write, sorry!
this couple is gonna be so good once we get further along!! thank you so much for reading and baring with my slow writing process lol <333
SUMMARY -> jungkook, a divorced single dad, falls for his daughter’s nanny.
TROPES -> she falls first he falls harder, yearning, age gap, angst, hurt comfort, absent mother, jungkook is a little pathetic
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01: hired!
you bit the inside of your cheek in nervousness, swallowing as you walked into the house. you didn’t know why you were nervous, you had babysat for years. younger cousins, neighbors. the type that gave big apologies for being late and even bigger amounts of money.
the concept was simple. let the father interview you so he knows that his baby girl isn’t being let into the care of a psychopath. it was nothing. you had babysat your cousins or neighbor’s kids for years, perfect preparation for this job.
what you weren’t prepared for was the man that had opened the door.
you had been told his name was jeon jungkook. founder and CEO of a fast-growing tech company. divorced. rich. busy. you had expected an uptight, slightly arrogant, slightly pretentious tech bro.
you were very wrong.
he was handsome. devastatingly so. he was wearing a simple t-shirt and black jeans. his skin was so perfect you could’ve mistaken him for a model or pop idol. his eyes held a distinct tiredness that made your heart ache.
“hello,” you said breathlessly.
he studied you for a moment, your heart racing. he bit his silver lip piercing as he stared at you like he was trying to figure something out.
“hi,” he said too quietly.
you both stared at each other for what felt like an hour, entranced by each other’s presence.
he cleared his throat and looked away first, like he had caught himself doing something he shouldn’t.
he fidgeted with his hands, “are you here for the interview?”
“yes.” you swallowed, “its mr. jeon, right?”
“jungkook,” he corrected, gesturing for you to enter. “please just call me jungkook.”
you left your shoes at the door and followed as he turned and walked deeper into the house.
the house didn’t feel like a home. it felt like something paused—quiet, dull, apart from the pictures of jungkook’s daughter. him holding her in the hospital, her at the park, her at every single birthday. you bit back a smile. it was adorable.
he led you to the kitchen gesturing for you to sit at the island, “do you cook?”
“yes, jungkook. i actually studied a few kid friendly recipes for your daughter to make with me.”
his brows furrowed, “hm.”
“yes?”
he just stared, something clearly on his mind, “nothing.”
another awkward moment of silence passed.
“sorry,” jungkook muttered. “i just… most applicants didn’t prepare like that.”
your cheeks warmed. “i like kids, i want some of my own someday.”
he studied you again. this time softer.
then, a small voice echoed down the hall.
“daddy?”
jungkook’s whole posture changed instantly, he perked up, immediately attentive to the voice.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled to you. “arin?” he called, “you’re supposed to be napping.”
“daddy, ‘m not sleepy.”
he got up, following the sound down the hallway. you heard little footsteps padding against the cold tile floors.
arin was a very little girl, no older than five , with messy, jet black hair identical to her father that rested at her small shoulders. she hid behind jungkook’s leg.
jungkook turned around and crouched in front her, “princess, this is the girl i was telling you about. the nanny?”
your heart melted. you wanted to meet her. you walked up to them and crouched to her level.
“hi, arin,” you whispered.
her big brown eyes lit up slowly as she stared at you in awe.
“what’s your name?” she whispered.
you told her. she repeated it slowly, giggling.
“princess, you need to go back to sleep,” jungkook picked her up.
“no daddy! i wanna see nanny. i wanna be with you, i—“
“shhhh,” he coaxed, carrying her back down the hallway, “it’s naptime, princess.”
“but, but…” you could hear arin’s pouting.
as the voices faded away, you directed your attention to the kitchen island you were sitting at. arin’s drawings were scattered across the marble, many featuring what looked like her and her father hand in hand. your heart melted.
you glanced at the bare fridge, magnets spread across it. you knew how much it mattered for children to have their art showcased and praised. you grabbed the drawings and put them on the fridge.
“hey, i’m sorry about that, arin’s been—“ jungkook stopped mid sentence as he stopped to watch what you were doing. he froze yet again.
self doubt flooded your veins, “s-sorry. i just thought—“
“no.” he interrupted, still staring, “keep it. it’s nice.”
you returned to the kitchen island and sat beside him.
close enough that he could smell your shampoo.
he ran a hand through his hair, “are you in school?”
“yes, sir.”
“do you commute?”
“yes, sir.”
“that’s a long day.”
“i can handle it.”
he nodded slowly, “you don’t seem like the lazy type.”
“i’m not,” you smiled. it made his heart skip.
jungkook rubbed the back of his neck with his tattooed arm. for a moment, it seemed like he was debating whether to say something.
then he sighed.
“i want you to know this,” he began. “i love my baby. she is…” he paused, searching for words, “everything to me.”
you didn’t interrupt.
“she’s the best thing that’s ever happened in my life,” he continued. “everything i do, every hour I spend at work, every decision i make, it’s for her. i know i’m busy. too busy, probably. but i want someone who understands that she comes first. always.” you saw his eyes start to water.
you leaned in, “i understand.”
his eyes lifted to meet yours. the words hung in the air, something sweet and natural passed between them.
“she is so lucky,” you said, “she has a dad who loves her that much.”
you looked at him with wide, almost adoring eyes. he looked away for a moment.
“can you start on monday?” he blurted.
your face flushed and your heart pounded with excitement. you inhaled, trying to contain it all.
the answer came out faster than intended.
“yes.”
author’s note:
this took way too long to write, sorry!
this couple is gonna be so good once we get further along!! thank you so much for reading and baring with my slow writing process lol <333
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