A day of golf goes better than expected despite being ditched by your bestfriend and spending the afternoon with your so-called rival.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
High society of sorts, Richie Rich type of wealth.
Warnings: Oral (m/f), sexual jokes, dig bick Jk, playful banter, unprotected sex, squirting, throat fucking, sexual tension, one-shot. (Did I miss something?)
A/N: I wanted to write more but I thought it ended ok. My knowledge on golf is based on Wii which I stopped playing a long time ago. So bear with me.
I have no way to know how long but enjoy.
Because some of you asked nicely
PART 2 PART3 PART4 PART 5 Complete
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You groan in frustration as you read Namjoon's text saying he left with the girl he met at the club lobby.
It was a nice sunny afternoon, perfect for golf. At least Namjoon was gonna fill holes either way and that irks you the most. He's had women, left and right, while you struggled with your types.
All you want was a man who shared the same things you like. Golf was your thing, Namjoon came for the women who thought they were stealing him from you. When in fact, Namjoon was your cousin/best friend.
"Alone today?" The attendant, Jean, always met you with a smile and your golf clubs.
"Yeah, unfortunately my cousin can't last a second without a mouth around his dick." Her face flushed a deep crimson. "No offense." Yup, she and Namjoon did it too.
"None taken, I'm over it." She shrugs and grabs the golf kart key from the shelf. "Shall we?"
"I think I wanna go solo today, Jean. Thanks." You take the key from her and she nods. She knows better than to say no to you.
Your custom lavender colored Kart waited for you, your initials in mettalic purple on the front. It was parked next to several other custom karts.
You arrived at your first course. A man was already standing there, setting up his own stuff. No caddie in sight, you notice his arms and very much know who he is. You look at the deep purple colored kart next to yours.
"No girls to fuck on this fine afternoon, Jeon?" You smirk as you step out of your kart.
He stands up straight at the sound of your voice, he doesn't need to turn around to know its you.
"I wondered why the birds stopped singing." He continues to set up his tee. "No dicks to suck?" He quips.
"I don't fuck on the weekends." You're unfazed having been bantering like this for about a year now.
"Oh look, we do have things in common." He calls 'fore' before swinging his club.
You both watched as the ball lands near the hole. Out of respect you clap your hands, that was a good swing.
"Namjoon?" He finally turns to look at you, his eyes rake over your legs, your skirt is too short for golfing and your top hugged you so well he could outline your tits.
"Found a poor soul in the lobby before he could even touch some grass." You snort and pull out your own driver and ball.
He steps back, clearly you both could use the company even if it meant mean retorts.
You take position, he doesn't even try to be subtle about oggling at your ass.
You and Jungkook are neighbors but you studied abroad for middle school and highschool. Why you chose to come home for college, you're not sure. But you and Jungkook are in senior year now and you have common friend groups but not really that close until...
A year ago, you finally joined your parents to the Jeon's hunting weekend, it was an annual thing. It was going smoothly for the most part but when you and Jungkook shot the same boar at the same time, that's when the mean comments started. It was a rivalry of sorts, one trying to become better than the other.
Contrary to what he said earlier, you have too many things in common being raised in high society.
You see each other all the time at sport events and even charities but nothing beyond those events.
To be here with him, without anyone else is a first. You both won't admit that you've been crushing on each other but your society knows there's tension between you two.
"Nice ass." He comments just as you swing. Your ball landing a bit far from the hole.
"You did that on purpose." You frown at him, he was already smirking with that cute bunny looking face, his nose scrunched up.
"I did. Now look, looks like you need two more strokes to make it." He snorts as he walks towards his kart and you groan as you follow him.
"Title of your sex tape." You comment under your breath, he laughs.
You both drive down the path towards the hole.
You study the distance of your ball to the hole and his distance. You can make it in one, if you're lucky.
He lines himself up.
"Nice ass." You say back as he swings and it goes right in. You roll your eyes.
"Two strokes." He winks and moves to stand next to you. Shoulders touching, suddenly it feels warmer.
You stop to feel the wind, you work on your angle and with one stroke, it goes in too.
"Impressive." He claps his hands too and you made a little curtsy. "Never thought you'd be this good at golf."
"You see me here all the time. Doesn't that make sense?" You take both balls from the hole.
Instead of putting the ball in his palm, you make a bold move of standing in front of him while slipping both in his pockets.
"There, now you have a pair of balls." You look up at him, for a second his eyes darkened but the smirk was back.
He leans down, lips nearly touching. "YN, if you wanted to touch my balls, all you need to do is ask."
Your cheeks feel hot and it doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. But you never back down.
"I thought you didn't have any." You lean closer, one more move and your lips would be touching.
"I can show you right now." Your face moves back. "All talk and no walk, a shame." He stands up straight. "But if you want it so badly. When I do a hole in one, you be my caddie. And if you do a hole in one, I'll fuck your brains out."
You snort but can't help feel the rush of wetness from between your folds.
"You say that like fucking you is a prize." You step away from him. "The only hole you'll get to fill today are on the course. But..." You flip your hair to the side, a mischievous glint in your eye. "If you wanted to, all you have to do is ask."
"Oh? Then, YN, can I fuck your brains out?" Oh, he's bold. You roll your eyes and walk back to your Kart.
He follows you, with a grin plastered on his face.
"Are you scared you might actually like it?" You scoff and look at him. Your heartrate suddenly spiking.
"I'm afraid I might get disappointed." You start to feel hot. Its only been one course, if you go back now. Jean will definitely say something.
"Oh baby, I could live up to your gold standard. I am gold standard." He's cocky and arrogant but god it would be a lie to say you're not turned on.
"See you at the next course, Jeon." Your kart starts backing up and he rushes to follow you again.
You both arrive at the same time, this time at a more difficult course.
"The next course we should do is intercourse." He hasn't even reached you yet and he's already teasing.
"Shut up before someone hears you." You forcefully stick your tee on the ground.
"Why? Its not like we're both kids, plus nobody is around." He looks around, the next group of golfers are a hectare away.
You sigh and face him again. He loves riling you up, it was just playful banter before and now that you've entered this kind of teasing, he loves your reactions.
"Okay." You declare. His grin ceasing a bit, his eyebrows raised. "I'll tee first, if I do a hole in one, you get on your knees and..."
"Beg for your forgiveness? Princess I don't beg." He smirks again, he licks his lip piercing.
You step even closer, your tits touching his chest and he loves the feeling. "No, I want the golden boy to get on his knees and show me what that mouth can do other than tease." His throat runs dry.
Shit. "Is that supposed to be a punishment? You'd probably beg for more once I'm done." He kicks his leg, hopefully to free some space in his pants for his growing boner.
You hum. "Another thing we have in common, I don't beg." Lie, you always beg in bed.
"Deal. But if I make a hole in one, you're the one getting on your knees." He's confident. Given your 'punishments' aren't really punishments. He'd love to eat you out, but he won't tell you that.
But you know this course, you've hit holes in ones in this. Yout heart is beating loudly almost clouding your senses. Jungkook has a permanent teasing smirk on his face you'd like to kiss off.
Out of all the places you could have teased each other into fucking, you didn't expect it to be at the golf course.
"Don't worry princess, I'll be gentle... At first." He chuckles.
You take a deep breath and swing. You both watched the ball as it flies over the field. You bit your lip at it lands an inch away and it falls right in. Your hands fly in the air cheering for yourself.
"Are you this excited to have me eat you?" He was standing directly behind you, his warmth and scent engulfing you. "My turn."
You step away and wink at him. He takes a deep breath and swings. You both watch as it takes the same speed and the same arch and his ball lands the exact same way yours did. A hole in one for the both of you.
He turns to you with a satisfied grin.
"I hope your throat is ready for me princess." Your nerves are going haywire at his voice. Did it get lower?
You quietly head to your kart, you nod to the side, gesturing him to follow you and you drive away.
The thing with this club house is, both your parents are partial owners, hence you have access to the many rooms the place offers if you asked.
Lucky for you, you already planned on staying the night since it was a free weekend.
You barely parked properly, tossing the key to the valet. You meet Jean and you ask for a room key, she eyes you then behind you, sure enough Jeon Jungkook was standing there, watching your ass again.
She hands you the key card. No more words exchanged between you, sexual tension builds in its wake.
You head to the elevator and head to the third floor. The suites.
Your breathing is starting to get ragged as you feel the fragile tension inside the elevator. Jungkoom just stood there, eyes forward, hands in his pockets. He refrains from moving since this place had security camers and your neighborhood would have a field day if you fucked in the club elevators.
But all he can hear is his heartbeat, all he can smell is you, and all he can feel is the tightness in his pants.
He follows you down the hall, and you swipe the key card. The moment the two of you cross the threshold and the door securely locked. You turn to face him and his hands are already on you, pulling your face into feverish kiss. You moan into the kiss as he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his torso.
He takes you to the couch. He grins into the kiss.
"What?" You pull away, you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.
"I was thinking who should get their prize first." His hand was on your cheek, thumb caressing your lower lip. You take it into your mouth and suck on it. "fuck." He mumbles and his breath gets caught in his throat.
"Since I'm being generous." You get off him and get on your knees in front of him. "Wouldn't want to keep my goldben boy waiting." The way you called him yours made his heart skip a beat.
It was a joint effort to take his pants off. What he didn't expect was for you to take your top off, a sexy lace bra underneath it. Usually, you wear a sports bra but you didn't feel like it today. Now you know why.
He's huge. Your wetness growing in your panties. Eager to have him, you take a hold of his base and rub his dick over your face.
You moan and finally take him into your mouth. He hisses and moans.
His fingers weave through your hair. The way you look up at him as you take him deeper almost made him cum. Fuck, for years you basically ignored each other despite everyone teasing you about ending up together since your parents were basically best friends, had you known that his dick would fit perfectly in your mouth.
You moan around him, the vibrations sending Jungkook into pure bliss.
"Keep going." His head was thrown back as he moans loudly. "So fucking needy." You took him deeper to show him how needy you can become.
He takes your hands and places them on his thigh. "Double tap if you can't take it." You nod knowing what he'd do next. He did say he'd be gentle at first.
He weaves both hands into your hair this time and fucked your throat. Your tears and drool flow freely, you look like a fucking porn star and Jungkook loves it. You're taking him so well he moans out loudly.
"I'm gonna fucking cum down your throat." He forces his words out and you simply take in his thrusts. With one last shove he shoots his load down your throat, you swallow around him. "Holy fucking shit, where the hell have you been all my life." His breathing was ragged as you pull off him, grinning like the slut you are. "Who knew that a princess like you loved to be treated like a whore, my whore."
He makes you stand up, you use your shirt to wipe off the drool, you avoid your tears that made makeup run down your cheeks, that's going to stain.
Jungkook kisses your pelvis as he rids you of your skort. The lace thong that matches your bra peek through and he's starting to get hard again.
He takes off his shirt and pulls you down for you to land over his shoulder. He stood up like you weigh nothing, you shriek and giggle at the way he's handling you.
He literally throws you onto the bed, but the way you landed seemed so graceful in Jungkook's eyes. So pretty, so delicate, like you were made of porcelain with the sex drive of a succubus.
His eyes were glassy, hazed from the mindblowing head he received. Crawling towards you as you scoot up to the headboard.
"Time for your prize princess." He uses his teeth to pull down your thong and expertly unclasping your bra.
"I better get my money's worth, Mr. Gold standard." He captures your lips in his before slowly kissing down on your skin, your eyes roll to the back of your head as he finds the sweet spot near your clavicle.
Your scent is addicting, what he'd give to get a taste of you everyday. He can make that happen, he will make that happen.
After all, high society is all about marrying each other to keep the weath from seeping out of your grasp. He's hypnotized by the way your chest rises and falls as he inches towards your needy pussy.
You've lost it the moment his tongue comes in contact with your folds. He wastes no time devouring you, you sound so good.
This is bad, so bad that he hasn't even fucked you properly and he already wants to marry you. Keep you close because nobody else should see what he's looking at right now.
His tongue works wonders, lips sucking on ever inch. You were chanting his name like it was a prayer. "Holy fuck baby." The petname sounds so nice coming from you.
It wasn't long until your moans become more high-pitched as you fuck yourself on his tongue. What threw you over the edge were the two fingers he inserted. You were squirting all over his face, your body shaking like a leaf.
"That was hot." He smirks up at you, putting both hands on your face as you tried to control your breathing. "You okay?" He moves up to hover over you, prying your hands away.
"I've never... IâI haven't..." Squirted but you can't seem to say it. Jungkook captures your lips again, you taste yourself.
"I'm honored, princess." He teases and you blush. How can he make you feel giddy when you literally just came all over his face.
Something inside you tell you that you'll never find another man who can make you feel like this, who can make you cum like that. No, you need this everyday.
"Jungkook." You reach down towards his erection. "I want you to fuck my brains out." Referring to your earlier conversations.
"Fuck yes baby." He dives in to kiss you with much more need than the previous one.
The tip of his head was rubbing against your opening, he was waiting for you to protest and ask him to wrap it up but you dig your heels on his ass instead.
"Fuck me." Your fingers scrape through his hair. "Please, baby." He chuckles.
"I thought you didn't beg?" He finally pushes in you, your mouth falls open but you don't make a sound other than a small squeak. "You're made for my cock. So fucking tight." He grunts.
You start begging him to go faster and harder, Jungkook happily obliges. With your thighs thrown over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat, he could get used to this. You feel so good and he wasn't holding back from telling you what a good whore you are.
He lifts your ass up just a little hitting you at an angle you never knew felt so fucking good you're cumming again.
He fucks you, over and over. One orgasm after the other, you've lost count of how many. It wasn't until he spills his load all over your tits that he finally collapses next to you.
After care be damned, you both fall asleep in each other's arms covered in cum.
Your phones ring at the same time. 6pm sharp.
"Hey dad." He groans into the phone.
"Mom." You pick up your own phone.
Legs still tangled around each other as you both spoke to your parents. You both answer the same thing.
"Let me guess, dinner?" Jungkook tosses his phone on the night stand as you lay yours gently.
"Yeah, at your place." You mumble. "I think we passed out." You giggle.
"Fuck yeah we did." His bunny toothed smile. "Wanna shower together?"
With your body aching like crazy you decide to shower here. The warm bath helping you recover, of course you two fucked again.
He drops you off at your house before parking his car at their mansion next door. He waves at you as you both enter the house.
Your mom was standing by the window with a huge grin on her face.
"Did Jungkook drop you off? I though you weren't close like that?" She asks as you step up the stairs.
"Yeah, but we... We went golfing today. It was fun." You smile, and your mom simply nodded.
It was more than fun. It was definitely gold standard. The best hole in one you've had.
I wish that I could tell you that it's over. I wish that I could walk away from pain. My life is like a broken roller coaster. But maybe I'm the only oneâtoâblame
Because 2026 min yoongi has me in a choke hold. My 2024 fic needs to see the sun.
Stream arirang pls
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Min Yoongi has been divorced for about three years now.
He's pretty sure he is. Given that his girlfriend, if you can call her that, of 3 weeks is standing before him trying on a new piece of clothing she wanted him to buy.
He knows she's just in it for the attention, money and his looks, they met through a friend and she's 8 years younger than he is. She treats him like a bank.
But she's a good fuck so he'll take it.
Yoongi yawns as he waits for Songhwa to come out of the curtains. God, he's in his 30s but why does he feel like he's 60.
His mind wanders, he didn't know what urged him to step out of the dressing room and wander into the aisles of the department store.
But the moment he bumps into someone making their tiny basket spill onto the floor, his heart skips a beat.
"I'm so sorry." Yoongi says as he starts picking stuff off the ground.
"You still have no spacial awareness?" That voice made chills run down his spine. He slowly looks up. "Hi." You give a small wave.
You're wearing a mini skirt and a pretty off shoulder white blouse. Now, why would you do that to poor Min Yoongi's heart?
"HeyâŠ" Yoongi breathes out. You still leave him breathless after all these years. "When did you get back?"
"Yesterday. I needed to do a few stuff then I'll be back in Hawaii." Your palms started to sweat given how you're rubbing your palms over your knitted top. "How's the firm? Have you made it into your corner office yet?"
"I have. For a year now" You nod your head as your eyes lock into his. Yoongi was about to ask you about your job but a high pitched voice called his name and hands wrapped around his torso.
Making you both freeze. Shit. He completely forgot about her.
"Yoongii. Why'd you leave me?" She whines, Yoongi can see your eyebrow twitch. "And you are?" She sneered even Yoongi had to force her arms off him by the tone of her voice.
You knew he hated these type of women yet he's dating one.
"I'm a friend." You offer your hand and she just stares at it.
"Why were you talking you my man?" Feisty. Not at all what you expected Yoongi to date. You retract your hand and just give her a tight smile.
How he missed watching your face.
"Oh we were just catching up, we're... old friends. I was just about go too." You forced a smile. "See you around, Yoongi." The sound of his name from your mouth was perfect.
"Yooongiiiii." Songhwa whines again. "I don't like it when other women talk to youuuu." Yoongi continues to watch you until he lost you in the crowd.
"Songhwa, we need to talk."
Yoongi wished he would run into you again. But he was too swamped at work. You guys had common friends, why hasn't anyone organized a get together?
Why did Yoongi want to see more of you? Its been three years. He shouldn't miss you as much anymore.
"Hey Mr. Big shit." Hoseok knocks on his door.
"What?" Yoongi looks up from the case he was reading.
"So I'm having a party tonight. Its my birthday." He takes a seat on one of the leather couches.
"Happy birthday." Yoongi greets plainly and goes back to reading.
"You should come to the party." Hoseok has a grin on his face. "She's going to be there." He finally spits.
Yoongi stops his reading and looks up. Hoseok was watching him react to the news and figured exactly who heâs talking about.
"In fact she was here, just a few minutes ago." Yoongi stands up and was about to step out. "But she already left, something about meeting up with someone." Yoongi stops.
Of course. If he moved on, you probably have too. He clears his throat and sits back down. But, you could've at least dropped by to say 'Hi' if you had an appointment with Hoseok.
Meanwhile, Hoseok was enjoying Yoongi's slight panic over your presence.
"She's looking very very verryyy pretty Hyung. You should've seen her." Hoseok teased. "She brought me cake, at least someone remembered.â Hoseok rolls his eyes at his so-called best friend.
"I have. We saw each other the other day." He tries to hold back the smile. "By the way, I broke up with Songhwa."
"I figured. She told me she met her. I did receive a text from Songhwa yesterday saying you're an asshole." Hoseok wasn't bothered that his friend broke up with an acquaintance of his. It wasn't meant to last long. Hoseok was just helping Yoongi get some.
"So you're coming tonight, right? Its last minute but since sheâs is back, it wouldn't hurt to celebrate my birthday." Yoongi accepts the invitation. Hoseok stands to exit the room. "I'll text you the details."
Hoseok, being the rich chaebol he is, has rented out a penthouse for his party. Said he didn't want to clean up the mess at his own place.
As always, Yoongi arrives early. Dressed in white snug tee, black cargo jeans, a jacket and his cap since his hair got long.
Hoseok opens the door and grins widely. He hears a sweet laugh coming from inside.
"Guess who's early too." Hoseok opens the door wider for Yoongi to come in.
You were seated on the couch, your back facing Yoongi, giggling with... Seokjin. Yoongi's eyes turn to slits.
Seokjin is also from their firm, he's the one he had to fight to get his promotion. They always butted heads at court, he would charm his way to the jury and Yoongi would have to persuade them with facts.
He didn't like how you threw your headback laughing as Seokjin cracks one of his awful dad jokes again.
When they approach you turn around with a smile, your cheeks a little flushed from laughing too hard. Damn. You're so pretty.
"Hey!" You stand up and speedwalk around the couch to hug him. He hesitated for split second before he wrapped his arms around you, his nose nestling on your neck.
You swayed for a second, you both pulled away but stayed in each others arms, your eyes shining brightly. He misses you, that's for sure.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't drop by earlier. I had an urgent appointment." You kept your arm around his torso and his on your waist.
Yoongi doesn't miss the look Seokjin was giving him, he couldn't help but smirk as he acknowledges him.
You slowly walk around the couch to sit back next to Seokjin, now both men on either side. Yoongi keeps his arms on the back of the couch behind you.
You reach over to pour some scotch neat into a glass and hand it to Yoongi as you pick up on the conversation you were having with Seokjin who was burning holes at the glass you just made.
"Wait, so you how do you two know each other?" You lean back almost into Yoongi.
Clearly, speaking to Seokjin drained your social battery.
"Oh... Well, he's my... ex." You take a sip of your wine.
"Ex? What did Min Yoongi do to lose a woman like you?" Seokjin was grinning. He likes making Yoongi uncomfortable.
Before you could answer the door rings and Hoseok was fast enough to open the door.
"The fun has arrived!" Jungkook, Tae, and Namjoon file through the door. "We brought booze!" Jungkook jumps.
You stand up again to hug each of them, but none like the way you had just hugged Yoongi. Their eyes dart between you and Yoongi.
"Stop being weird." You smack Tae's chest.
"I'm not. Its just, well the last time we saw you two in the same room was atâ" Your shared home, you were moving your shit out while Yoongi helped loading up the car.
"Who wants tequila?" Jungkook interjects scared that it might be too soon to bring that up.
The small group cheers but as time passed more and more people arrived, some from their firm, some from Hoseok's college, others they don't know. But you stick next to Yoongi even as you converse with other people.
He doesn't know if you're doing it on purpose but you refill his glass whenever you notice it was empty. And he handed you some of the food that you liked and you gladly accepted it without missing a beat.
When you stepped away to take a call, that's whan Taehyung hounds him.
"How are you?" Tae smiles genuinely. "You guys seem pretty comfortable with each other."
"It was a long time ago. I think we've entered the platonic stage in our relationship." Yoongi casually sips on his drink. "Besides, we ended on a good note."
"Yeah but does she know you drank yourself to sleep for a year?" Yoongi glares at Taehyung.
"Yoongi!" Songhwa grabs his attention, sitting on your spot. She seems a bit drunk. Of course she's here.
"Songhwa." Yoongi sits up straight, he pulls his arm off the back of the couch.
"What, you thought you could get rid of me that easy?" She leans forward shoving her face in Yoongi's personal space.
"Songhwa, Iâ" Before he could finish his sentence she already locked her lips with his.
Yoongi pulls back to see you standing over them. Your eyes darting between them then at Taehyung. You force a smile.
"Excuse me." You reach in between them to grab your purse.
"WaitâŠ" Yoongi says but you just smile so weirdly then headed to the Kitchen where Hoseok was standing with Namjoon.
He should chase after you, but Taehyung noticed his hesitation.
"What? Its not like you have to explain to her anymore." And he gets up to leave. Taehyung was right, you're not together.
Songhwa starts talking but Yoongi ignores her, his eyes trained on you as you pour yourself more alcohol and laugh with the two other men.
When Namjoon excuses himself, Seokjin takes his spot. Not missing the way you distance yourself from his touch. You didn't do that when he was the once who tapped your shoulder earlier.
Songhwa was a yapper. She doesn't even notice that Yoongi wasn't paying attention to anything she said. His friends left him and her on the couch while they gathered around the kitchen island with you.
You look beautiful. You lost weight but you look healthy, your hair has highlights now, the new cut suits you. It made you look much younger. You've changed your makeup style as well, as much as he loved your red lips, he thinks a little pink made you look happier.
Oh, you finally got your piercings, he counted 4 new piercings weaved together by one earring. Jungkook praised you for it. Suddenly arms wrapped around you, you turn to see Jimin finally arriving. You and Jimin were the closest after him.
Yoongi has no right to miss you. He asked for the divorce because he knew you wanted it. When he handed you the papers you just signed and left, no questions, no tears. The next time you saw each other was in the court room finalizing your divorce with that old judge who took so long to discuss the matters at hand Yoongi almost changed his mind.
After that, you simply nodded and left. Yoongi went home to drink himself to sleep, the house you once shared was sold within the week, your car was now with Jimin, your belongings were packed and shipped to Hawaii. It happened so fast, Yoongi wondered if you had planned it beforehand.
You didn't have social media, he had no way of knowing if you were okay except through his friends. Eventually, they just stopped talking about you. Jimin refused to talk about you, something about wanting Yoongi to move on. It took him a year to stop looking for you, another year he threw into work, and the past year, he did try to move on. He went on dates, nobody really stuck because they simply weren't you.
Songhwa was just persistent that's why she's still yapping his ear of. He should be there, next to you, his arm should be around your waist as he whispers in your ear on how sexy you looked tonight.
"Yoongi, do you wanna tour the place?" That was code for sex as Songhwa finally blocks his line of sight.
Before he could say anything, she's already up and dragging him along towards one of the rooms.
You watched him get dragged. You watched until they disappeared down the hall.
"So, how long has Yoongi been dating?" You finally ask the group but everyone shuts up about it.
"I think he's been seeing her for a couple of weeks now." Seokjin answers for the group, he doesn't know what you two went through. "How long did you two date?"
Without missing a beat. "12 years." Seokjin chokes on his drink.
"Holy shit." He coughs out.
"We were married for 3." You plainly say and you empty the wine you had and reached for the vodka.
"Oh no." Namjoon gave Jimin a worried look.
Vodka was your bestfriend when Yoongi divorced you. You were often passed out in Jimin's apartment for the most of your final month before moving to Hawaii.
You don't even know why you chose to move to Hawaii but you eventually found a job on the finance team of a huge hotel chain. It was peaceful living there, but it was lonely.
You often facetimed your friends but even as time passed, it died down. You focused so much on work that you barely had time to think about anything else. You tried to date, you had sex but it wasn't it. There was nothing there other than the need to get off.
Clearly Yoongi moved on better than you did. You never imagined that he'd be with a screetching yapper.
Down the hall, Yoongi was trying his best to makeout with Songhwa. But why does he feel like he's cheating on you? There's a feeling in his chest. He shouldn't be feeling anything other than horny right now. But his mind keep reeling back to you.
"Okay, what is wrong with you?" Songhwa finally pulls away, annoyed at how Yoongi is giving the bare minimum.
"I'm sorry." He won't admit that he's thinking about you. "I'm not in the mood tonight, Songhwa. You're drunk, we just broke up, let's not."
Her face contorts into something he can't read. Suddenly she's off him gathering her jacket and walking out the door.
She walks back down the hall, says goodbye to Hoseok then leaves. You were surprised just as everyone was.
Nobody says a thing as Yoongi joins the party in the kitchen. There was an awkward silence in the air, you were staring at the 3/4th bottle of Vodka.
Fuck it.
You fill a shot glass and hand it to Yoongi. He's staring at you. "Come on, its a party! Let's do some shots." You hated awkward moments.
Yoongi grabs the shotglass and throws it back. The entire party cheers as each one does shots, regular shots become body shots, the vodka turns to tequila. It happened so fast everyone was drunk. You were walking around pouring tequila down peoples' throats, and Yoongi just watched you from his spot on the couch.
"She came back with that american party vibe." Jimin casually says. "Shit. I don't know how I'm gonna get her home. I'm drunk too."
Yoongi turns his head to Jimin. "She's staying with you?"
He waves his hand lazily. "No. She stays at that hotel down our street." Jimin is so close to passing out. Yoongi frowns, this is the hotel down his street.
You stand infront of them with a huge grin on your face, you were flushed from all the pouring and walking.
"Park Jimin, you better not fall asleep!" You shout but still, the man started to doze off. You shook his shoulder. "Fuck. How am I gonna take him home?"
"I'll help you." Yoongi instantly responds. "We'll take a cab though, I can't carry him down the street."
You just nod and walk away again, taking a seat across him. You've avoided sitting next to him since Songhwa.
You're talking to Tae and Jungkook about work, and that they should come to Hawaii.
"How does it feel to be around your ex wife?" Namjoon takes a seat next to Yoongi.
"Honestly?" Yoongi turns to him. "It makes me feel fuzzy."
"Probably from the vodka." Namjoon teases. "Seriously. Three years of zero contact and yet, you're both talking to each other and whatnot. Before she left she could barely stay sober." Yoongi frowns.
"Stay sober?" He clarifies.
"Didn't Jimin tell you? She kept passing out at his place for the most of the month before she left." Oh. Yoongi looked at you again. "I never really understood why you guys divorced." Namjoon shrugs and sips his beer.
You divorced because after 12 years together, nothing seems to be going right. You quit your job, Yoongi was struggling at his firm. You kept talking about writing your book but you never did, and then when you had thought you were finally starting a family, you got depressed every time the test came negative.
Its not like you didn't try hard enough. But since you got married you didn't fuck as much as you thought married couples do. He was busy being the big lawyer and you were struggling to find a career.
Nothing aligned. So you both signed the paper and moved onto the next.
Slowly the party dies down until it was just Yoongi, a passed out Jimin, Hoseok who was just about to leave, and you.
"Hey, go talk to her." Hoseok gestures at the balcony where you stood, facing out into the open air.
Yoongi finished the rest of his watered down drink and moved fast to get to you. Before he stepped out he fixes his hair, jacket, and checked his breath. It reeks of tequila.
You turn to check who joins you on the balcony, a warm smile makes it to your face as you face your ex husband.
"Hey. You're still here." Your voice is barley above as whisper.
The wind blows and you visibly shiver. Yoongi shrugs off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders.
"Thanks." You pull the jacket tighter. It smells like Yoongi. "So... Songhwa?"
Yoongi chuckles. "Yeah, I never thought too." Rests his elbows on the banister next to you. "She was a blindate gone okay. She's gone now though."
"And why did she leave so early?" You both stare into the open city.
"Because I wouldn't fuck her." There's no point in sugar coating things. This is you, you can read Yoongi like a fucking brochure.
You giggle. "Bet that got her pissed." You had your eyes closed as you felt the wind on your face. "I missed being home."
"How's Hawaii treating you?" Yoongi scoots closer.
"You'll love it there. The beach is just a 10 minute walk from my house, I got a view of the mountains too." You open your eyes to look at him. "You should come some time. The hotel I work at is great, you can take Songhwa."
The last part of your sentence sounded sarcastic making him chuckle.
"You hate her."
"I do."
You two burst out laughing. "Why are we even laughing. You shouldn't talk about your girlfiend like that." You bumped shoulders. But you didn't pull away.
"She's barely a girlfriend." Yoongi admits.
"So just a good fuck then?" You tease. "She must be good for you to be lasting this long." Your words carried something, jealousy?
"Are you jealous?" Yoongi chuckles.
"Sad to say, I am." Yoongi freezes. "But I'm not here to get you back. Just on some business." You turn to him only to see the look on his face. "Oh don't give me that look, I can be jealous. I was your wife."
The words Was and Wife used in the same sentence burned through Yoongi more than anything.
"Well, you seemed pretty comfortable with Seokjin too." Yoongi quips but you just snort.
"His dad jokes were funny." You take a deep inhale. âBut I donât plan on fucking him.â You both chuckle and settled for a comfortable silence.
"So... What made you come back?" Yoongi turns his whole body to face you now. "Work?"
"Sort of." You turn your body to face him too. "I'm here to fix my name."
"Your name?"
"I left so fast three years ago, never got to have my name changed." Somehow that made Yoongi's heart skip a beat. "So, up to this day, I'm still Mrs. Min." Now his heart is beating so fast. "The embassy won't process my papers so I had to come home to fix it."
"Do you need any legal help?" You laugh at his offer.
"I already asked Hoseok. It would be morbid to make you take Min off my name." Your smile disappears as you say the last part of your sentence. "But I may need help tomorrow, I'm going to the court to get a copy of the divorce. Unless you had one?"
"I don't. I didn't want to." He admits, you just nod, it made sense. "I can take you tomorrow."
"If its not too much." You smile.
"Its the least I could do." He nods.
"Thanks. We should head inside, its getting late." He follows you inside the house to a snoring Jimin.
"I think we can just move him to one of the rooms. I'll just wake him up tomorrow. You can stay here too if you'd like." You try to poke Jimin.
"Are you staying here?"
"My room is two floors down. I don't like penthouses. Too much space for one person." You shrug. Yoongi hauls Jimin over his shoulders.
You open one room to find Jungkook cuddling with someone. You immediately shut it, your face was red, Yoongi tries not to burst out laughing.
You open the door across and thank god it was empty. At least Jimin won't be alone here.
You make your way outside, you grab your purse from the counter, Yoongi is right behind you following your steps. You exit the penthouse, you press the button that leads to two floors down.
"Let me walk you to your room." Yoongi says and you nod, it was a short elevator ride.
You walk the long hallway, you stop in front of a door.
"This is me." You turn to face him.
The hall ways suddenly feel small.
Should you?
You should.
"I'll come pick you up tomorrow. 9o'clock?" Hands were twitching to touch you.
"9 o'clock." You repeat softly and pull out the key card.
You open your arms to hug him and he hugs back. You take a deep inhale of his cologne. You pull apart but not fully, you look up at him through your lashes.
And like many many times before, Yoongi bends down to capture your lips in his. These was fervor in his kiss, his hand travelled from your back to your neck. Slowly pushing you forward, you reach behind you to swipe the keycard over the door handle and he pushes you through it.
Once inside you both kick off your shoes, he shrugs off his jacket and cap. Your fingers run through his hair making him groan. The bed was at the center of the room.
"Yoongi." You moan as his lips started to travel down your neck. "Baby." The petname gave Yoongi life.
His hands frantically rid you of your shirt and your skirt, your fingers rake his skin as you pull off his shirt. You get on the bed and he follows on top of you. He expertly unhooks your bra.
"Please." You beg, you know he loves it when you beg. "Please Yoongi, baby, I need you." He's about to explode.
You undo his pants and push it down with your feet. He kicks it away moving you both higher on the bed.
"Wait wait wait." You try wriggle from underneath him. He sits up with worry on his face.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn'tâ"
"No! You should. I mean, its just..." You dig from beneath you, your charger was digging into your lower back. Yoongi grins as you toss it to the side.
His lips back on your chest, his fingers running along the line of your underwear, the pretty pink laceVictoria's secret underwear rips you gasp.
"Oops." Yoongi's apology wasn't even sincere.
"Make it up to me." You smirk, he's gladly make it up to you.
This was your way of apologizing to one another for 12 years.
He lowers himself until he was in line with your pulsing pussy. Glistening with your juices, waiting to be tasted. He does a few licks around it, not really getting to the point.
"Please, baby." Your voice a pitch higher. "I fucking missed that tongue. Give it to me, please. I want it so badâ" Your pleas were cutoff with his mouth finally on you.
That fucking ungodly tongue working his wonders it wasn't long untill you were cumming and screaming.
"Fuck!" You looked down and he had a stupid grin. "Don't judge me, I haven't... I haven't had good head since⊠you." Somehow that gives him a sense of pride.
You pull him up by his hair to kiss him again, this time flipping you both over. You take your time kissing down towards his cock. His missed looking down at you like this.
When you finally reach him, you take off his boxer briefs and relieve him by rubbing his cock. You drool at the sight, fuck.
"Come on. Remind me what that mouth can do." Yoongi pets your hair. You waste no time taking him in your mouth.
Just when he thought you'd bob your head back up, you show him what you learned abroad. You swallow him until your lips were on his base, he groans and moans as you continue to swallow.
"Fuck fuck fuck." He weaves his fingers through your hair. You continue bobbing up and down all the way making it impossible for Yoongi to hold it in. âBaby. I don't want to cum yet." He forces out as he holds your head by the hair, you smirk as you pop your mouth off him.
He pulls you up by your hair making you fall on his chest.
"I don't event want to fucking know how you learned that. But fuck, I want that every fucking day." He kisses you again.
You climb on top of him, your cunt hovering over his cock. The tip starting to breach your entrance.
Yoongi used condoms with Songhwa but with you, no point in using protection. He's been fucking you raw for the most of 12 years. You've never fucked anyone raw since Yoongi.
He slides in so easily with how wet you've become from fucking him with your throat.
"Fucking hell. Baby, so fucking good." You moan out as he bottoms out.
You look glorious above him. You bend over, your tits righ on his face as he captures one of them with his mouth and squeezes the other, you brace yourself on the headboard and start moving your hips. He throws his head back in ecstacy.
As much as he loved you on top, he wants more. He flips you both over again, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked you open. Your head was empty as you look at Yoongi's face contort into a blissful smirk.
He drops your legs and flips you onto your hands and knees. He bends over you as he pushes in again.
"This pussy is mine, always have been and always will be mine. Mine to taste, mine to fuck, mine to fill." His filthy words making you fuck into him, you moan and ask for more. He his hand roams your body whispering how he owns evevry inch of you.
God, you missed being his. Yoongi was possessive, teritorial, he was obsessed with you. He has no idea why you divorced. Why did you have to agree to everything he says?
"Baby â I can't." You sob into the pillow. "So fucking good. I'm close." Your voice a pitch higher.
He feels you clench around him, he's close too. He pulls you up by the hair so he could whisper more filth in your ear and rub your clit.
With a cry of his name you cum all over his cock, you felt him pump a couple more times before he stills and fills you with his cum.
You sag against his chest. You're both breathing heavily, he falls to the side spooning you. His cock still stuffed in your pussy.
You wish he won't have post nut clarity. You wish you would just stay like this forever. You wish you were back with him.
The thought of him being away from you again brings tears in your eyes, your breathing becomes ragged. You feel him peek over and he hugs you tightly.
His face planted on your shoulder, you can feel it starting to get wet. He's crying too.
All he wanted was you. For fucks sake he married you. You both fucked that up. Miscommunication lead to no communication and you both just assumed that's what you both wanted.
That was Yoongi's biggest mistake. He looked for you for a year but you refused to be found. All while you thought it was best for him not to find you since he served the papers.
"I love you. I still do." He finally breaks your silent crying. "This is not some heated moment. I always want you."
His now soft cock slides out of you as you turn to face him. You wipe away his tears and he wipes yours.
"I looked for you, I wanted to take it back." He admits. "Nothing is the same. But when I saw you the other day, its as if the world was vibrant again. It was as if I could breathe clean air."
"You're such a sappy poet." You giggle but you couldn't hold back the tears. "I was scared that I would disappoint you over and over again. I hated being a burden."
"I thought you were pulling away because you didn't want me anymore." His eyes searched yours, he's a decent lawyer, he can tell if someone is lying. But you would never lie to him.
"You wanted a family, you aimed for a great career, you wanted a successful wife." You voice breaks as you speak.
"I wanted you, a family with you, a great career with you. fuck. baby, you are a successful wife." He kisses you. "Fuck. We were idiots."
"We were." You giggle. "But do you still want this?" Your eyes now fill with worry.
"This is what I want. The only thing I want. Do you?" It was his turn to worry.
"I do." Yoongi got flashbacks of the day you exchanged vows.
He pulls you closer, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if he was afraid you'd disappear.
You took a shower together and slept in the same bed. Sure, you fucked some more through the night, and it was more than you wished for when you decided to come home.
Your phone alarms at 7am the next morning, making Yoongi groan and reach over to kill it before he realized the song that was playing.
"Five more minutes." You groan into his chest.
"Was that my song?" Your eyes shoot open as the beats of Tony Montana continues to play.
Yoongi always made music as a hobby when you were younger, it just died out when law school got hard. But he was able to upload a couple of songs on his sound cloud.
"Its a really really good song." You defend and he just leans down to kiss you before he actually puts your alarm off.
"Did I tell you I love you?" He smirks.
"Over and over baby. I love you." You squish his cheeks. "Come on, this hotel serves a killer breakfast buffet."
As you change in to a simple dress, you notice Yoongi sniffing his shirt. You chuckle and he frowns.
You reach into your luggage to pull out a FOG shirt and hand it to him, his eyes widen.
"I thought I lost this shirt. You kept it this whole time?" He fake gasps. "You thief, you should pay with your mouth on my cock." He cages you against the wall.
"As much as I'd like to swallow you, I'm starving and I don't wanna bite your dick off." You're loving the playful banter, its as if the 3 years of separation was nothing.
You go hand in hand towards the elevator, theres a skip in your step. You can't keep your hands off each other in the elevator. His marks peeking over the edge of your dress.
You reach the floor for the restaurant. Yoongiâs arm was around your waist as you walk next to each other, you were greeted warmly by the attendant. You grabbed a bit of everything and you watch Yoongi fill his plate with bacon, beans, and eggs.
You sit on a round table, he takes the seat next to you.
He leans in for a kiss.
"Holy shit, what the fuck." You both freeze and look up after hearing Hoseok.
Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin. Standing in front of you. Hoseok looked like he just came from a run and the two looked like last night.
"I can't cope with this. Do not move untill we get our breakfast." Jimin frowns, he clearly has a hangover.
You both are in shock even as they leave you to get their breakfast. As quick as they left, they're back seated across you two.
Hoseok had shit-eating grin, Jungkook looked confused, and Jimin looked pissed.
"What's happening?" Jimin gestures between you two.
"Last night happened." You answer confidently not at all embarrassed that you got back with your ex husband after one night together.
"Sweetie, weren't you here to get Min off your name and now you're telling me Min was on you last night?" Jimin has his eyes screwed shut, he takes a sip of his coffee before sighing.
"We talked about it." Yoongi holds your hand on the table. "We were idiots." He simply states.
"So what, you're back together now?" Jungkook digs into his buddha bowl.
"Are we?" Yoongi whispers and you slowly nod, his gummy smile. "Yes, we are."
"It hasn't been a week since you arrived." Jimin was slowly easing up. "You're already back with the man who broke your heart. Yoongi, you're my friend too but pull yourself together." He sighs and a beat of silence fell over the table. "You know what? You're both full grown adults in your 30s. Whatever you two decide, I'm happy for you." He stands up to engulf you two in a hug but whispers threats in Yoongiâs ears.
"Did your hangover disappear?" You ask as he kisses the top of your head.
"Sort of. I'm starving." He goes back to his seat and digs in.
"Why are you here, didn't you leave last night?" Yoongi turns to Hoseok who was casually enjoying his meal.
"Came back for the free breakfast." Spoken as if he wasn't a chaebol.
You enjoy the rest of the breakfast with your friends, in an hour you're back up stairs showering together as you ready for today's errand.
You drop by Yoongi's place before heading to the court to grab a copy of your divorce.
"Are you still removing Min from your name?" Yoongi asks as he drives.
"I don't want to anymore. I never wanted to but legally, I am not Mrs. Min." His heart breaks at your response but it heals right back up as you massage your thumb over the hand that was intertwined with yours.
Yoongi changes into something more formal, he is a lawyer after all and he knows people at the court.
"Hi. For Min. I requested for a document and its scheduled for pick it up today." You speak to the clerk.
"Oh. I remember, but let me just check. I think there was a problem which is why we asked you to come here personally." The clerk guided you into the office. "What brings you here Mr. Min? WaitâŠ" She connects the dots by looking the file she holds. "How dare you divorce this woman." She scolds and invites him into the office as well.
Another woman in black robes came in a minute later.
"Hello, Missâoh, Mr. Min, didnât expect you here today. I'm Judge Cha." She nods at him. "Honestly, I've never met a couple pick up their divorce papers together before.â She gives a warm smile.
You both chuckle. She takes a seat and sifts through the papers.
"Ah. Right. Its good Mr. Min is here too." You looked confused. "You see, Judge Lee... Expired... Before she could finish her workload." You both sit at on the edge of your seats.
"Meaning?" You push forward.
"Meaning she didn't get to sign your divorce and you don't have a decree of divorce." She states slowly and clearly.
"Pardon?" You heard her clearly but you just wanted to make sure.
"She never signed your papers, so legally, to this day, you two are still married." She shuts the folder. "Now, we can proceed with this divorcâ"
"I would like to withdraw my petition." Yoongi speaks a little too quickly for the judge to cope. "I would like to formally withdraw my petition for divorce." He repeats slowly
"Oh. Do you consent?" She looks at you but you had your eyes on Yoongi, tears brimming your lash line.
"Yes, I consent." You turn back to face her. She has a warm smile on their face.
"Well then, Mr. Min I expect you know the process for withdrawing. If that's all for today then we shall ajourn this meeting. Have a nice day." She stands up and walks you towards the doors.
As soon as the door shuts you're both standing engulfing each other in a long warm hug. Tears free flowing down your face.
You head straight for Yoongi's apartment after the courthouse, he said something about cooking dinner but you're filled with excitement that you barely hear him.
You watch him cook like the frustrated chef he is, this man could do a silent cooking show and you'd watch it everyday.
The steak was served, he had some buttered vegetables on the side, some red wine and even lit a candle. Whatever they say, romance is not dead.
Yoongi disappeared for a moment before dinner. He was walking slowly, and he looked like he was sweating a lot.
"Are you okay?" He stops before you, okay he's definitely sweating a lot. You reach up to see if he has a fever but he seems okay.
âBaby, I'm sorry for being an idiot, but the last three years have been empty without you. I know its too soon but..." He bends on one knee. You put your hand over your mouth. He opens the ring box with your engagement ring and wedding ring. "Will you be my wife, again?" You nod and jumped to hug him.
His shaky hand slips on your rings. He pulls his ring out of his pocket and hands it to you, you slip it back on his finger too.
The world felt better, you felt better. No, you feel on top of the world. You shriek and jump on him again for a kiss.
The next day, you check out of the hotel and haul your stuff into Yoongi's apartment. You talked about what you're going to do next.
Thankfully, your company's sister hotel has an opening, the same job you had in Hawaii.
"Baby, will you be able to take some time off work?" You ask Yoongi as you sit in his office, going over some paperwork for your transfer.
"I haven't taken a leave in a year, so I think I can. Hoseok can cover for me." He works on one of his cases too.
"I need to go back to get my stuff. And turnover my work." He nods.
Its been a week since you were told your marriage was still valid. You've been working remotely from his apartment and some days, his office.
"Knock knock. Heyy cutie." The familiar high pitched voice comes through the office. "Oh... What are you doing here?"
"Songhwa, what are you doing here?" Yoongi just looked tired of her.
"You weren't picking up my calls or answering my texts. You keep telling me we broke up but I don't accept." You snort from your spot across the room. "Is something funny?" You raise your hands in surrender.
"Since you're here, let me formally introduce you to my wife." He gets up to cross the room towards you. "Babe, this is Songhwa, a friend of Hoseokâs"
Songhwa chuckles bitterly until she notices the rings on your hands and that Yoongi was dead serious.
"When the fuck did you get married?" She snarls but doesnât wait for a response before she shrieks. "You're such an asshole!" She shrieks agan and storms away before Yoongi could explain.
Hoseok comes in just as she leaves.
"What was that about?" He steps in to see you two giggling like teens. "I could hear her from down the hall."
"Hoseok, Hi. Its good you're here, I need a lawyer." Yoongi gestures for him to sit across the table from him.
"What is this about?" Yoongi grins at Hoseok who had a million thoughts run through his mind.
"The judge never got to sign our divorce." You blurt and you grin as wide as Yoongi.
Hoseok gasps. "That means you're not divorced!" You both raise your left hands to show that the rings are back. He gasps again. "What do I say? Congratulations? Again? So that's why Songhwa was pissed."
"Well, anyway, my wife has to go back to Hawaii in... 2 weeks?" You nod and blush as he addresses you as his wife. âAnd I'm coming with, I don't have much but could cover for me?"
"Okay. Of course, how long will you be gone?" Hoseok smiles.
"A month." His smile fades.
"Bitch. That's a long time, I have cases too." He scoffs.
"Then I'll give some to Hyunjin, no biggie." Yoongi sounds like he's got it all planned.
You arrive in Honolulu, you haven't been feeling well the past couple of days but you had to power through it.
"Does your head still hurt?" Yoongi asks, worry fills his face as you finish another bottle of water.
"A bit. We're almost there though." You watch the familiar roads that weave through the island. "I'm gonna miss this place."
"We can always come back." Yoongi assures and that makes you smile but not enough to rid you of the goddamn headache.
Your apartment was big enough for one person, it looked like a college dorm room except it was cute and artsy. Your hobby box sitting in the corner, Yoongi chuckled at the unfinished quilt inside.
"Take a nap babe. I'll order in some food." You agree with Yoongi, feeling bummed out that you had to be sick when all you wanted was yo explore the island with him.
The smell of Kalua Pig fills your nostrils, at first you felt the hunger but then something else was bubbling up inside you.
You speed walk past the small kitchen/dining area and into the bathroom, not even bothering to answer Yoongi as he called your name or even closing the door.
You empty your stomach into the toilet bowl, Yoongi holding your hair away from your face and rubbing your back. When you were done, he already had a glass of water with him.
You drink the water, swish some mouthwash and took a deep breath. That definitely made your headache go away.
"You should rest your stomach before you eat babe." Yoongi looked very concerned.
You follow his advice, as always. You ate just enough before you wretched it out again.
"I think I have a stomach bug." The last time this happened, you ate too much Poke.
"Well you did say the meal on the plane tasted funny." Yoongi cradles you on the couch as you both watch a late night show.
You rest for the night, tired from the trip. The next morning, you're up early. Way early. You counted the days since you arrived, the days you had sex.
Its been approximately three weeks since you started having sex, you've missed your period for a week now. You quietly rummage through your small medicine cabinet for the tests you keep, not that you needed them before.
With the amount of water you drank before bed you wouldn't be surprised how much pee you had.
You stood there, waiting for the results on the two tests you opened.
But before you could see, your stomach couldn't handle another minute so you throw up once again. Shit, it would be impossible for Yoongi not to hear you.
Like you expected you hear his hurried footsteps and you feel his warm hand on your back again.
"Its okay, let it out." Once you're done, you brushed your teeth making sure to cover the tests that were brewing in the corner of the sink.
You didn't want to get Yoongi's hopes up again. He was nodding off by the door frame.
Once you've finished brushing the bitter taste away you took a deep breath and flipped the two tests over.
Two red lines on each test. You put a hand over your mouth and start sobbing, Yoongi's eyes snap open at the sound of your cries.
"Hey, what's wrong?" You turn to face him to hand him the tests. "Is it...?" You nod and he hugs you tightly.
You cry in each others arms. The sun had barely risen but you two feel much more alive. Finally.
Maybe the 3 years apart was necessary, you'd been together for 12 years. You needed the space but it was too much space, you broke your vows but then mended it back together.
You were both tired and frustrated at one point but now you realize you just needed to sit and talk, since you got back together you were more vocal. You both built a new foundation in your relationship, you felt young again whenever you were with him.
No more grumpy mornings. When you fought, you promised not to got to sleep unless it was resolved and that lead to a lot of sex, but at least you weren't fighting anymore.
"Baby, can you please get in bed? You can finish your book in the morning." Yoongi groans. "Its not good for the baby if you stay up late."
"I know, just let me finish this part. Five more minutes."
You need time and space for yourself, but don't forget the people around who needs you too.
A/N: what was supposed to he a pining trope turned into a slight yan.
Kim Namjoon.
A name she knew all too well. He came around when he needed her, or she needed him. Even when he blew up and became an artist. Heâd see her once or twice a year. That is, until he didnât.
Three years of nothing, the message was clear. No text, no call, just the occasional likes on her instagram stories. Nothing more.
She heard he was in town for a quick break. She wasnât expecting anything.
Knock knock. 2am.
She was still up anyway, too busy to know the time.
âNamjoon.â She breathed out. He looked fresh, like heâd taken a shower before coming to her doorstep.
âHey, its been a while.â He smiles like he wasnât gone for three years.
In those three years, a lot happened. A LOT.
âIt has, come in. Iâm sorry for the mess.â She clears the table a bit.
Namjoon noticed the bowl of ramen.
âWas that your midnight snack?â He chuckles and gets comfortable on the couch. âYou finally replaced the old one.â He runs a hand on the back of the couch.
âIt started to break apart. Canât keep holding on to it.â She chuckles back and sits on the opposite side. âIâm so glad to see you.â She smiled.
That smile did something to Namjoon.
âMe too. First things first, Iâm really sorry for⊠disappearing.â He looks away but she just gives him a small smile.
âYou didnât disappear. You got busy, you were dominating the world. I went to your concert last year before I⊠well, before life happened.â You rest a hand on his thigh. âHow have you been?â
âIts great. More than I imagined.â Namjoon rests a hand on top of hers, his thumb caressing the side of her palm. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too.â Namjoon took it as a chance to pull her on his lap.
âI really did. You have no idea.â Namjoon rests his head on her shoulder, breathing in her scent. It gave him goosebumps. He canât help himself, he lands a kiss on her clavicle, knowing damn well what that does to her.
âNamjoon.â His name came out breathy, she was holding it in. âYou canât just do that.â His hold on her waist tightens.
He doesnât stop. He runs his tongue up her neck, earning a moan. And just like that, he tore down all the walls she had built up to keep her sane.
Suddenly she jumps off him.
âI canât.â She was on the verge of tears. âIâm engaged.â She looks away from him, the guilt eating her up.
âIâm aware.â Namjoon doesnât falter. Heâs aware, yet he came here to see her. In the dead of the night, just like he used to. She looks at him, she didnât know what to feel.
Regret? Anger? Disgust? Shame? Love? Desperation?
Her heart didnât beat as fast as it does now when she was with her fiancĂš.
âYou need to go.â She tries to sound composed. Her back to him.
âYou donât want that.â Namjoon stands up and wraps her in a back hug. âYou want me.â She does. Every fiber in her being wants him more than she can express but she canât. Not anymore.
âHeâll be home any minute.â You lie.
âWe both know heâs in Tokyo and wonât be home for a while.â You arenât surprised he knows. Heâs got connections. âI knew how he proposed to you at some mediocre restaurant with some cheap ring even though youâve only been together for what, 10 months? Thatâs low.â
You jab your elbow into his ribcage but he dodges, knowing you too much. He chuckles.
âI know you more than he will ever do.â Your eyes tell him all that he has to know. âYou donât love him.â
âFuck you.â Your rage was going above your limit.
âYes, baby, I do want to fuck you.â Namjoon steps closer again, his hand wrapping around your little throat.
âYou need to go.â You say again, but knowing damn well that if he pushed you a bit more, youâd cave.
âLike thatâs going to happen.â He chuckles and crashes his lips into yours.
All sense has left the room, your legs wrap around his waist the moment he lifts you up, clothes being peels off as you make it to the bed room.
He has you right where he wants you, with lega wide open, pussy drenched for him to slide in so easily without any foreplay, thereâll be plenty of time for that later.
Ah yes, your moans fill the air just how he likes it. Your scent staining his skin, your mouth calling his name. Itâs what Namjoon has been imagining for years.
Each woman he fucked, he would call out your name, they couldnât do anything about it. They were his toys to pass some time until he came home to you.
When he heard you were dating someone, he supposed it was temporary. But then you got engaged, he had to see you.
You arenât allowed to be owned by anyone else but him. Not now more than ever since has his cock inside you again.
If he canât have you, nobody can. He told you that when he left three years ago. You took it as a joke but he was dead serious.
âNamjoon, donâtââ You warn a little too late. His cum already filling you up as your pussy pulses around his thick cock.
Youâve been off your birth control in preparation for your marriage. Itâs not like your fiance was around often that youâd fuck all the time.
Your eyes filled with fear and worry were staring into Namjoonâs glossy ones. He knowâs about the birth control, he introduced you to the doctor that gave them to you, he pays a huge lump of cash to the man just so he gets any information on you.
âOne more.â Namjoon drills into you. âCome on, baby.â
âNo, no, Iâm not on birth control.â You managed to say and yet he flips you over and fucks into you.
You on the other hand begs him to stop yet your body completely welcomes him. Deep inside, you want his babies. You want him to fuck you like this every night for the rest of your fucking life. Unfortunately, you donât know if he wants that with you.
Hence, the fiance.
You knew you were settling, being a woman in your 30s, longing for a man who could have any woman he wants was a waste. When your boyfriend of 10 months asked you to marry him on a random tuesday night, all you could do was say Yes.
That was only two weeks ago, two days after he proposed he was selected to join a team that would go to Tokyo to open a new office. and that would be 6 months tops. He said it was a rare opportunity, and it wasnât like you were rushing the wedding. You were okay with it.
Namjoon knew you would be okay with it. He knew you would be left alone, he knew that tonight youâd stay up late because tonight, a new episode of your favorite series was coming out. He likes the thought of being the only person who knows you inside and out.
He knows that if he tilts his cock a little, youâd be screaming just as you are now.
âYouâre mine.â He growls into your ear. âTake off that ring.â
As if you were in a trance, you take it off and toss it on the floor. You were willing to drop everything for Namjoon. And he knows it.
âGood girl. Now, fucking cum for me.â He reaches for your clit and helps you cum again.
You scream into the bed as you both ride your highs. His cum dripping down your leg.
âTomorrow, were going somewhere.â All you could do was nod. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. âI told you, if I canât have you. No one can.â He places a kiss on your shoulder.
âWhere are we going?â You managed to speak before your body completely shuts.
âIts a surprise, wear something white.â You nod again, his words no longer registering in your brain.
Namjoon smiles. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. Heâll make sure of it.
Warnings: use of chains, mentions of drugs, dom namjoon, sudden arranged marriage, mentions of shibari, namjoon is huge, collars, reader had a former dom, sub reader
a/n: i have been balls deep in quinn, or the other way around but i canât help but need a dom!namjoon rn
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Kim Namjoon, son of the biggest business mogul in the continent, the most sought after bachelor is engaged to the Princess.
Arranged marriage of the century.
Wedding of the gods.
The headlines were everywhere. Namjoon sighs and shuts his phone. To be engaged to the daughter of the King is one thing, the publicity is another.
A week ago.
Theyâve only met once at her fatherâs dinner party. She was uptight and completely anti-social while Namjoon was like a butterfly, chatting away with his peers.
âKim Namjoon, the king would like a word.â Namjoon immediately fixes his posture and excuses himself, he noticed you walking in the same direction.
âYour highness.â He bows as you meet each other by the door leading to the hall.
âMr. Kim.â You nod back, you knew his name, why?
As soon as you both walk into the secluded room, you immediately knew what was going down. Both your fathers sharing a drink, your mothers in the corner chatting away.
âAh, children!â Your father stands and you both bow. âCome sit.â He gestures to the couch across him and Namjoonâs father.
âIâm sure you know why we are here.â Your father speaks again, you both slowly nod.
You start picking at your nails signaling uncomfort, Namjoon feels it too.
âYou are to marry each other, next month.â Namjoon tilts his head, so soon? Why the rush? Of course he doesnât ask, instead he glances at you. The same cold face plastered as you nod.
You were the 4th princess, 7th royal child. Your older brothers and sisters were in arranged marriages, it made sense that you would be too. Namjoon knew this was coming, the deal he had with his parents had expired.
The deal that was bound in paper that if he didnât find real love at the age of 30. His parents would arrange it, and you had the same agreement with your parents.
You were not in line for the throne, you are far from it. Which is why you manage business, exporting goods, where your relationship with the Kim family is looped in together.
âYou donât need to worry about the planning, weâve already done that.â Your mother speaks. âA month from now you would be wed, and next year, we expect children.â You cough.
âWould you come and watch us do it to make sure we procreate?â You raise an eyebrow at your mother and Namjoon snickers.
âDonât get smart with me.â Her eyes turn to slits.
âWould that be all? The party is still going. Our parners need to be greeted.â You stand up and excuse yourself.
âNamjoon.â Your father speaks. âYN is a stubborn girl, she doesnât like being told what to do, goodluck!â He raises his glass at him and Namjoon thanks him for the so-called advice.
Namjoon finds you at the bar with a glass of champagne. Your silver floor length dress makes it easier for him to find you, like a magnet he heads straight.
âYour highness.â He bows again, you roll yiur eyes.
âWe are to be wed, Mr. Kim. In a month, letâs drop the honorifics and be⊠casual.â You shudder at the thought but accepted him nonetheless.
âIn that case, call me Namjoon.â He sticks his hand out for you to shake.
âYN.â You shake his hand like a business deal. âSo, Mr. Kim, would you like a drink?â
That night you and Namjoon spoke purely of business, you smiled a couple of times but never really laughed.
Thatâs how the people saw you, you never smile unless its for a photo and even then, it never really felt like a genuine smile. Namjoon challenged himself to get a real smile out of you.
âYouâre marrying the Ice princess.â Jin slams his hands on the table. âHow the hell did that happen?â They were enjoying a nice lunch at his house and Namjoon had decided to tell his friends about your arrangement.
âPolitics.â Yoongi shrugs. âI wish you good luck, Namjoon. Youâll need it.â He chuckles as he stuffs his mouth with pork belly.
âHave you spoken to her? Like, privately?â Taehyung asks from across the table.
âWe havenât spoken since the gala.â A series of goodlucks and oofs were thrown.
âLook, maybe sheâs just putting on a front. Maybe sheâs quirky on the inside.â Jungkook, ever the positive one.
âOr she could be stone cold through and through.â Jimin snickers earing a smack to the head from Yoongi.
âIâm sure things will change after the wedding.â Hoseok gives his speech about how marriage changes people. He was the most recent one to be married, but he married for love.
âWhen is the wedding?â Jin could barely eat, his best friend is being chained to a wall.
âIn three weeks.â They all freeze at his announcement, then suddenly burst into a chaotic debate on whether it was too soon or just right.
Heâs going to miss his weekly lunches with them. Namjoon was a bit skeptic on how his married life would be, would he still be able to roam freely? Go to museums? Meet with his friends? Or would you demand him to stay by your side for the sake of putting up an image? Heâs about to know.
Three weeks pass by in a snap, heâs already walking down the aisle and you two havenât spoken at all.
He was upset but his breath still hitches as you enter the hall, in a beautiful ball gown type wedding dress, your bouquet made of buckwheat and your hair pinned up prettily. He likes looking at you.
Thereâs that tiny smile again as you reached him. He takes your hand in his.
âDearly belovedâŠâ The pastor begins as so does their new chapter.
âThe fuck do you mean you didnât consummate the marriage?â Jungkook shouts over the phone. âDid she refuse?â
âNo, she didnât. After the reception it just never happened.â Namjoon shrugs as he folds his clothes into his new closet.
The day after the wedding, you jumped back into work. As if the day before was nothing, once again he was upset.
âMaybe she doesnât like me.â Namjoon adds.
âNonsense, who wouldnât like you? Sheâs either scared or gay.â Namjoon chuckles at Jungkookâs words.
You both moved into your new house the day after the wedding. Namjoon worked mostly from home but you always liked being in an office, despite your fatherâs wishes.
âStupid fucks!â Namjoon hears your voice rumble through the house followed by a scream.
He was headed out of the closet to check on you but you bump into each other.
âOh. NamjoonâŠâ You looked stressed, completely. âIt was a rough day.â Was all you said before pushing past him into the walk in closet to rummage through the boxes.
You hiss in frustration as you dig into several boxes. Namjoon just stood there, not really knowing what to do.
âDo you need help?â Your eyes were terrifying as you turned to him.
âYes but I donât know if you can give it to me.â You frown and go back to looking for something.
âTry me.â He speaks again.
You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. This is the first time Namjoon will see you uncomposed, might as well go all the way.
âDo you⊠do you happen to know a street pharmacist?â You speak softly.
âA street pharmacist?â Namjoon tilts his head to the side, not entirely sure why you need a drug dealer.
âI need some⊠cannabis. To destress.â You chew on your lip. âEither that or ...â You mumble the end of your sentence.
âI didnât catch that, sorry?â He frowns at your hunched over figure. He wanted you to repeat your words because he might have heard them wrong.
âNothing.â You stood straight. âYou should let the help do these things for you so you can focus more on work.â You try to pass him again but he puts an arm on the door frame, startling you.
He didnât miss the way your eyes widen and your cheeks blush.
âAre you avoiding me, YN?â Namjoon lowers his head to level with yours. âHmmm?â Your breath hitches.
Now, if youâre the ice princess they say you are then you would have pushed Namjoon away and lectured him on personal space. But based on your reaction, it seems you like this.
âI asked you a question.â Namjoon raises an eyebrow his voice is deep, low, commanding. Your finger are itching to reach out to him. You blink rapidly. âNothing? Alright.â He retreats his arm. âThereâs coffee in the kitchen if you want some.â He whispers too close to your ear.
You shiver at his voice, you stood there frozen as Namjoon goes back to sorting his stuff. You hesitate but decide against asking him, you donât want to ask him. Maybe you should just do it? He might be the type to enjoy these things.
Namjoon heard, how you asked if he could fuck you. If he wasnât paying attention then he could have missed it but he heard it loud and clear.
He tries his best not to intimidate you into sleeping with him. He is, afterall, your husband. He can wait, for you to come to him again. To ask him clearly. Probably in a few days?
Your first dinner in your own home was quiet. You sat across each other, the table could fit 20 people. Namjoon sighs and picks up his plate.
You look at him again with those wide doe eyes as he settles on the seat next to you.
âIf weâre going to be husband and wife, the least we could do is have dinner together without 10 feet between us.â He takes a sip of his wine as you cut through the steak.
He watches you as you eat.
âSomething wrong?â You ask without even glancing up ag him.
âNo, you look beautiful.â He states calmly.
But you were far from calm, he noticed again how your cheeks blushed, trying to cover it by drinking wine.
âHow⊠was work?â You clear your throat.
âWeâre looking into purchasing new warehouses down south for easier access to the ports.â Namjoon sits properly and goes back to his meal. âAnd yours?â
âSame old. I donât really do much.â You shrug.
âYou seem more laid back when away from the public.â Namjoon has his eyes on you again. âYou should do that more.â
You hum in response.
Dinner goes by with only a few more exchanges. But the tension between the two of you could be felt across the room. Namjoon kept speaking in that low tone making you squirm in your seat.
Clearly, youâre ovulating. Because how can you be so affected by Namjoon when he hasnât done anything since this afternoon.
After dinner, Namjoon retreats to his new study to line up his books. You each own a shelf and he takes a look at some of yours, one book particularly catches his eye. It was thin than most, the cover was blank. But the first page held the title.
The Essence of Shibari. He flips through the pages and the images are graphic, are you into this? Namjoon feels hot and hard at the thought of you tied up and begging for it.
He puts the book back, he canât face you like this with his cock hard. Youâd probably kick him out of the room.
He pours himself another drink and grabs the nearest book but his mind goes back to your book, its as if it was calling out to him.
He sighs and shakes the thoughts away.
He didnât notice the time until thereâs a knock on the door. Your head peeks, hair messy and your silk robe covering you.
âHey.â Namjoon sets his book down next to his glass. âEverything alright?â
You shuffle quietly into the room. You kept in chewing on your lower lip, like a child trying to ask permission from her parents and Namjoon was amused.
âIâm your husband, am i not?â Namjoon speaks, you nod slowly. âI may not know you well but I know what you want.â His mind goes back to your book.
You move slowly, as if the air was made of glass and would break any moment.
âI canât sleep.â Your voice was low. Namjoon can only imagine how you sound in bed.
âWhat do you need?â Heâs seated on the couch. You chew on your bottom lip. âTell me.â
Your mouth opens and closes. âCome to bed?â Namjoon wasnât expecting that, you didnât expect that. But your tiny head tilt was enough for Namjoon to kneel and follow you to bed.
âOkay.â Namjoonâs breath was a little shaky.
As you both reach the bedroom, Namjoon goes and changes into his sleep wear. Usually just some shorts or pajamas but he didnât want to freak you out.
But as soon as he sees you on top of the covers, in a fucking see through night gown. The shirt is instantly off.
You were reading a book on your side of the bed, the warm glow of your lamp highlighting the profile of your face. He wants to take a photo of the first time he falls for his wife.
Namjoon walks to his side of the bed, your eyes on his bare torso but you donât say anything. Instead, you close your book and get under the covers. Namjoon chuckles, he lays next to you.
The lights have been off for a while now but Namjoon canât seem to sleep. You havenât moved an inch, your back to him. He could trace his fingers over your skin but heâs not a creep.
âCanât sleep?â Your voice breaks his trance. He hums back. You shouldnât have turned around and shown him your pretty tits, heâs barely holding on to his sanity.
âThis is new for me, sharing a bed.â He turns to face you too. You hum as you stare into his eyes. Youâre chewing on your bottom lip again.
âWill you do something for me? To help me sleep.â You finally muster up the courage.
âSure.â Namjoon nods and you sit up turning on your lamp and reaching into the bottom drawer of the night stand.
You donât turn to face him for a couple of seconds. He hears you let out a huff.
You hand him a series of cuffs and chains. Interconnected with on another.
âIts okay if you donât want to⊠But whenever I canât sleep, I have a dominant. He doesnât fuck me but he uses toys. Iâve⊠never been fucked.â You donât look straight into Namjoonâs eyes who have instantly darkened at your confession. âNow that Iâm a married woman, I canât do that anymore. I hoped you were the dominant type when I agreed to this marriage.â
âYN.â Namjoon calls for you and you meet his eyes. âCome here.â Heâs leaning on the headboard.
You shuffle closer and yelp when he pulls you on his lap.
âSeems my princess likes being bound, who am I to deny you, your highness?â He slowly lifts the chains towards your neck for the collar. âIf youâre a good girl, Iâll fuck you until you forget all your toys and only think of me when you want pleasureâŠâ his voice was low, your pussy so fucking wet. âIâm so lucky, so are you.â His breath was shaky as he runs his hands down your chest. âYou may be the princess, but here⊠in our bedroom, you kneel to me. Understand?â You nod slowly, not believing you married a dominant. You are indeed, extremely lucky you could cum, but you hold it in.
He pushes the straps of your night gown exposing your plump, soft and perky tits. You pull your arms through, he snatches your wrists and cuffs them in front of you.
Your heart beating so loudly, youâre sure he could hear it. Your night gown pools at your waist. Namjoon runs his hands from your cuffed wrists up to your collar where he tugs at it to land your lips on his. The kiss was heated, hungry, youâve never been kissed like that before. You moan into the kiss as you grind your hips on his for any type of friction, his hands laced through your hair, tugging your head back as he nips at your jaw and neck.
Fuck.
Youâre so lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck that you startle as he flips you on your back. Your chained wrists tugging at each other. He fully pulls off your night gown down your legs and the prettiest white lace thong greets him.
He lets out a deep growl, kissing your pelvis. Up your tits and all the way down again. Youâre biting your lip.
âDonât hold back baby. I want to hear you.â His voice commanding yet gentle. As he takes a nipple into his mouth you moan, he pinches the other. Switching from each breast.
So fucking soft.
As he kisses you again, he loops both fingers into your thong and pulls it down. As soon as he reaches your angkles he lifts them up to attach the last set of cuffs. Leaving you spread for him.
From the low light of the lamp he can see you dripping into the sheets. Fucking hell.
âSo wet for me, my princess.â He runs his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you any form of relief.
Your breath was ragged. Eyes shut as soon as you feel his mouth on your clit. He hooks both arms around your thighs, licking your sweetness, stopping you from clamping your legs shut.
Namjoon ruts against the bed to help him calm down but your moaning so prettily heâs hanging on a thread.
âTell me what you want, my wife.â You moan louder as he licks a long stripe over your folds and calls you his wife.
âFuck me, please Joon.â Youâre so lost in the pleasure, heâs eager to know just how far you could hold it.
He pulls down his pants, freeing him. You moan at how big his handsome cock. Begging him to put it in you.
âPlease please please Joon!â You grinding your hips on nothing. Jesus fucking Christ, Namjoon felt like he had won the lottery.
His wife, how freaky she may be, is perfect.
His wife is begging.
His wife, the princess seen as uptight and mean, is chained and collared.
âMy wife, stop moving.â He orders, your hips stop. Tears start streaming down your face at the lack of attention. âYou can only cum when I tell you to. Okay?â You nod eagerly. âHeavens, youâre so fucking wet.â
The tip of his huge cock teases your entrance, you donât move just as he ordered. But your breathing has become heaving, your jaw dropping as he slowly pushes in you.
Namjoon had to take deep breaths as well, youâre so fucking warm and tight for him.
He kisses you as he bottoms out, swallowing your moans.
âAre you okay?â He kisses your tears. You nod. âGood.â He lifts himself up. âI canât hold it in anymore baby.â You beg him to move.
His chuckle turns into a moan as starts thrusting. Both your groans and moans filling the room. His hands wrap into the chains contrictinh your arms and legs even more.
Your back arched off the bed. He lands a huge slap on your tits making your pussy clench around him. He does it on the other side, heâs eager to learn just how far your limits are.
He lets go of the chains, his hands lifting your hips for a whole new angle. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
God, if only Namjoon could take a photo of how wrecked you look. Cock-drunk and lust hazed. He pulls on the collar as he drops your hips. Youâre eyes locked on each other.
âLook at me, donât look away.â He squeezes your cheeks togther. âMy princess, my wife.â He can feel your pussy throb. âDo you want to cum?â You hastly nod. His other hand starts rubbing circles around your clit.
Youâre moaning uncontrolably. Face contorts into something out of a porno, your legs start shaking as his hips start stuttering.
âCum with me baby. Come on. Let go.â And on command you moan loudly, your body convulsing, pussy throbbing around his cock.
Not foar behind, Namjoon paints your insides white. Shoving his cock deep inside, you feel so fucking good.
As your moans die down, Namjoon starts uncuffing you as you lay limp on the bed.
As soon as your chains are tossed to the side he rests next to you. You caught him by surprise when you turn to kiss him.
âNot tired?â He raises an eyebrow. You shake your head, but your eyes were droopy. He chuckles, forcing himself out of bed to prepare you a warm bath.
He picks you up bridal style, your arm thrown over his shoulder.
The indoor jacuzzi fits you two just enough. You both sigh as you let your muscles relax beneath the warm water. You rest between his legs.
âWeâre going to be just fine as husband and wife.â Namjoon whispers as he places a kiss on top of your head. You turn to face him, and enjoy another fucking round in the tub.
âI canât believe it took you a week to invite us into your new home. The house warming is long overdue.â Jimin says as he crosses your threshold. âDamn. How many rooms do you have?â He looks up at the grand stair case.
âI havenât had the chance to tour yet.â Namjoon shrugs, one by one his friends areived for their weekly lunch.
He had asked you if that was okay, of course it was. As long as he kept fucking you in different angles, he could sell the house for all you care.
Once all six arrived, they settle into your huge dining room. The help start serving the food Namjoon asked to be prepared.
He was informed by the butler that you had arrived, You were out with your mother for some brunch which you dreaded weekly.
Namjoon stands up and excuses himself from the table, his friends watch as he stood in the foyer.
âLook, sheâs making him wait for her at the door? Isnât that a little too much?â Jin frowns, seeing him stand there. They were watching him since the doors to the dining area is diagonal to the front door. âWhat kind of person needs to be greeted at the door by their spouse?â
âShe hasnât even gotten out of her car and heâs standing there like a big dumb idiot. I bet she makes him call her formally, like your highness.â Taehyung rolls his eyes.
Their prejudice on you was based on what media says.
âSheâs coming. I bet heâs going to bow and sheâd just nod and walk away.â Jimin adds.
âYour highness.â Namjoon has a grin on his face as he greets you with a nod. Eye glancing at your neck.
âI told you so, sheâs a stuck up biâ what the fuck?â Theyâre shocked as they see Namjoon bend down not to bow, but to capture your lips in his. Quite hungrily, his hand on the back of your head. Your arms wrapped around his hips.
His hand travels to your throat where your silver day collar was resting, he had them custom made and delivered yesterday. To think you were wearing this in front of your mothers and their peers.
Its as if youâve been married for years. His friends canât believe their eyes. They look away as if they were intruding on a intimate moment.
âTheyâre coming.â Yoongi warns as you both walk hand in hand towards the dining.
They all stand to bow and you did what they didnât know you were capable of. You giggled and smiled, the genuine smile Namjoon had brought out in you.
âGood day, your highness.â Jungkook greets. You scrunch your nose and smiled.
âPlease, youâre Namjoonâs friends. Call me YN.â They all nod and you gesture them to have their seat.
You turn to Namjoon. âIâll catch up on some work.â Your lips so close to each other, Taehyung had to clear his throat to remind you that they were there.
Namjoon lands a peck on your lips.
âBe ready for me when Iâm done here.â He whispers, only Jungkook overheard that his cheeks blushed and he had to finish the glass of water. You nod and bid goodbye at his friends.
âSheâs not joining us?â Jin frowns.
Namjoon explains how you just got back from bruch with your moms. And how they could join you both for dinner on saturday night with their wives and girlfriends so she could have friends too.
âOkay but I remember you saying you never spoke until the wedding, when did that happen?â Jimin raises an eyebrow. Namjoon just winks. âNevermind. Donât tell me. SoâŠâ
His friends start bickering about whatever is happening in their lives, his mind goes to you. He had found your ropes and laid them on the bed for you to see, Were you being a good girl and preparing yourself for him like he taught you? He shivers at the thought.
Warnings: use of chains, mentions of drugs, dom namjoon, sudden arranged marriage, mentions of shibari, namjoon is huge, collars, reader had a former dom, sub reader
a/n: i have been balls deep in quinn, or the other way around but i canât help but need a dom!namjoon rn
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Kim Namjoon, son of the biggest business mogul in the continent, the most sought after bachelor is engaged to the Princess.
Arranged marriage of the century.
Wedding of the gods.
The headlines were everywhere. Namjoon sighs and shuts his phone. To be engaged to the daughter of the King is one thing, the publicity is another.
A week ago.
Theyâve only met once at her fatherâs dinner party. She was uptight and completely anti-social while Namjoon was like a butterfly, chatting away with his peers.
âKim Namjoon, the king would like a word.â Namjoon immediately fixes his posture and excuses himself, he noticed you walking in the same direction.
âYour highness.â He bows as you meet each other by the door leading to the hall.
âMr. Kim.â You nod back, you knew his name, why?
As soon as you both walk into the secluded room, you immediately knew what was going down. Both your fathers sharing a drink, your mothers in the corner chatting away.
âAh, children!â Your father stands and you both bow. âCome sit.â He gestures to the couch across him and Namjoonâs father.
âIâm sure you know why we are here.â Your father speaks again, you both slowly nod.
You start picking at your nails signaling uncomfort, Namjoon feels it too.
âYou are to marry each other, next month.â Namjoon tilts his head, so soon? Why the rush? Of course he doesnât ask, instead he glances at you. The same cold face plastered as you nod.
You were the 4th princess, 7th royal child. Your older brothers and sisters were in arranged marriages, it made sense that you would be too. Namjoon knew this was coming, the deal he had with his parents had expired.
The deal that was bound in paper that if he didnât find real love at the age of 30. His parents would arrange it, and you had the same agreement with your parents.
You were not in line for the throne, you are far from it. Which is why you manage business, exporting goods, where your relationship with the Kim family is looped in together.
âYou donât need to worry about the planning, weâve already done that.â Your mother speaks. âA month from now you would be wed, and next year, we expect children.â You cough.
âWould you come and watch us do it to make sure we procreate?â You raise an eyebrow at your mother and Namjoon snickers.
âDonât get smart with me.â Her eyes turn to slits.
âWould that be all? The party is still going. Our parners need to be greeted.â You stand up and excuse yourself.
âNamjoon.â Your father speaks. âYN is a stubborn girl, she doesnât like being told what to do, goodluck!â He raises his glass at him and Namjoon thanks him for the so-called advice.
Namjoon finds you at the bar with a glass of champagne. Your silver floor length dress makes it easier for him to find you, like a magnet he heads straight.
âYour highness.â He bows again, you roll yiur eyes.
âWe are to be wed, Mr. Kim. In a month, letâs drop the honorifics and be⊠casual.â You shudder at the thought but accepted him nonetheless.
âIn that case, call me Namjoon.â He sticks his hand out for you to shake.
âYN.â You shake his hand like a business deal. âSo, Mr. Kim, would you like a drink?â
That night you and Namjoon spoke purely of business, you smiled a couple of times but never really laughed.
Thatâs how the people saw you, you never smile unless its for a photo and even then, it never really felt like a genuine smile. Namjoon challenged himself to get a real smile out of you.
âYouâre marrying the Ice princess.â Jin slams his hands on the table. âHow the hell did that happen?â They were enjoying a nice lunch at his house and Namjoon had decided to tell his friends about your arrangement.
âPolitics.â Yoongi shrugs. âI wish you good luck, Namjoon. Youâll need it.â He chuckles as he stuffs his mouth with pork belly.
âHave you spoken to her? Like, privately?â Taehyung asks from across the table.
âWe havenât spoken since the gala.â A series of goodlucks and oofs were thrown.
âLook, maybe sheâs just putting on a front. Maybe sheâs quirky on the inside.â Jungkook, ever the positive one.
âOr she could be stone cold through and through.â Jimin snickers earing a smack to the head from Yoongi.
âIâm sure things will change after the wedding.â Hoseok gives his speech about how marriage changes people. He was the most recent one to be married, but he married for love.
âWhen is the wedding?â Jin could barely eat, his best friend is being chained to a wall.
âIn three weeks.â They all freeze at his announcement, then suddenly burst into a chaotic debate on whether it was too soon or just right.
Heâs going to miss his weekly lunches with them. Namjoon was a bit skeptic on how his married life would be, would he still be able to roam freely? Go to museums? Meet with his friends? Or would you demand him to stay by your side for the sake of putting up an image? Heâs about to know.
Three weeks pass by in a snap, heâs already walking down the aisle and you two havenât spoken at all.
He was upset but his breath still hitches as you enter the hall, in a beautiful ball gown type wedding dress, your bouquet made of buckwheat and your hair pinned up prettily. He likes looking at you.
Thereâs that tiny smile again as you reached him. He takes your hand in his.
âDearly belovedâŠâ The pastor begins as so does their new chapter.
âThe fuck do you mean you didnât consummate the marriage?â Jungkook shouts over the phone. âDid she refuse?â
âNo, she didnât. After the reception it just never happened.â Namjoon shrugs as he folds his clothes into his new closet.
The day after the wedding, you jumped back into work. As if the day before was nothing, once again he was upset.
âMaybe she doesnât like me.â Namjoon adds.
âNonsense, who wouldnât like you? Sheâs either scared or gay.â Namjoon chuckles at Jungkookâs words.
You both moved into your new house the day after the wedding. Namjoon worked mostly from home but you always liked being in an office, despite your fatherâs wishes.
âStupid fucks!â Namjoon hears your voice rumble through the house followed by a scream.
He was headed out of the closet to check on you but you bump into each other.
âOh. NamjoonâŠâ You looked stressed, completely. âIt was a rough day.â Was all you said before pushing past him into the walk in closet to rummage through the boxes.
You hiss in frustration as you dig into several boxes. Namjoon just stood there, not really knowing what to do.
âDo you need help?â Your eyes were terrifying as you turned to him.
âYes but I donât know if you can give it to me.â You frown and go back to looking for something.
âTry me.â He speaks again.
You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. This is the first time Namjoon will see you uncomposed, might as well go all the way.
âDo you⊠do you happen to know a street pharmacist?â You speak softly.
âA street pharmacist?â Namjoon tilts his head to the side, not entirely sure why you need a drug dealer.
âI need some⊠cannabis. To destress.â You chew on your lip. âEither that or ...â You mumble the end of your sentence.
âI didnât catch that, sorry?â He frowns at your hunched over figure. He wanted you to repeat your words because he might have heard them wrong.
âNothing.â You stood straight. âYou should let the help do these things for you so you can focus more on work.â You try to pass him again but he puts an arm on the door frame, startling you.
He didnât miss the way your eyes widen and your cheeks blush.
âAre you avoiding me, YN?â Namjoon lowers his head to level with yours. âHmmm?â Your breath hitches.
Now, if youâre the ice princess they say you are then you would have pushed Namjoon away and lectured him on personal space. But based on your reaction, it seems you like this.
âI asked you a question.â Namjoon raises an eyebrow his voice is deep, low, commanding. Your finger are itching to reach out to him. You blink rapidly. âNothing? Alright.â He retreats his arm. âThereâs coffee in the kitchen if you want some.â He whispers too close to your ear.
You shiver at his voice, you stood there frozen as Namjoon goes back to sorting his stuff. You hesitate but decide against asking him, you donât want to ask him. Maybe you should just do it? He might be the type to enjoy these things.
Namjoon heard, how you asked if he could fuck you. If he wasnât paying attention then he could have missed it but he heard it loud and clear.
He tries his best not to intimidate you into sleeping with him. He is, afterall, your husband. He can wait, for you to come to him again. To ask him clearly. Probably in a few days?
Your first dinner in your own home was quiet. You sat across each other, the table could fit 20 people. Namjoon sighs and picks up his plate.
You look at him again with those wide doe eyes as he settles on the seat next to you.
âIf weâre going to be husband and wife, the least we could do is have dinner together without 10 feet between us.â He takes a sip of his wine as you cut through the steak.
He watches you as you eat.
âSomething wrong?â You ask without even glancing up ag him.
âNo, you look beautiful.â He states calmly.
But you were far from calm, he noticed again how your cheeks blushed, trying to cover it by drinking wine.
âHow⊠was work?â You clear your throat.
âWeâre looking into purchasing new warehouses down south for easier access to the ports.â Namjoon sits properly and goes back to his meal. âAnd yours?â
âSame old. I donât really do much.â You shrug.
âYou seem more laid back when away from the public.â Namjoon has his eyes on you again. âYou should do that more.â
You hum in response.
Dinner goes by with only a few more exchanges. But the tension between the two of you could be felt across the room. Namjoon kept speaking in that low tone making you squirm in your seat.
Clearly, youâre ovulating. Because how can you be so affected by Namjoon when he hasnât done anything since this afternoon.
After dinner, Namjoon retreats to his new study to line up his books. You each own a shelf and he takes a look at some of yours, one book particularly catches his eye. It was thin than most, the cover was blank. But the first page held the title.
The Essence of Shibari. He flips through the pages and the images are graphic, are you into this? Namjoon feels hot and hard at the thought of you tied up and begging for it.
He puts the book back, he canât face you like this with his cock hard. Youâd probably kick him out of the room.
He pours himself another drink and grabs the nearest book but his mind goes back to your book, its as if it was calling out to him.
He sighs and shakes the thoughts away.
He didnât notice the time until thereâs a knock on the door. Your head peeks, hair messy and your silk robe covering you.
âHey.â Namjoon sets his book down next to his glass. âEverything alright?â
You shuffle quietly into the room. You kept in chewing on your lower lip, like a child trying to ask permission from her parents and Namjoon was amused.
âIâm your husband, am i not?â Namjoon speaks, you nod slowly. âI may not know you well but I know what you want.â His mind goes back to your book.
You move slowly, as if the air was made of glass and would break any moment.
âI canât sleep.â Your voice was low. Namjoon can only imagine how you sound in bed.
âWhat do you need?â Heâs seated on the couch. You chew on your bottom lip. âTell me.â
Your mouth opens and closes. âCome to bed?â Namjoon wasnât expecting that, you didnât expect that. But your tiny head tilt was enough for Namjoon to kneel and follow you to bed.
âOkay.â Namjoonâs breath was a little shaky.
As you both reach the bedroom, Namjoon goes and changes into his sleep wear. Usually just some shorts or pajamas but he didnât want to freak you out.
But as soon as he sees you on top of the covers, in a fucking see through night gown. The shirt is instantly off.
You were reading a book on your side of the bed, the warm glow of your lamp highlighting the profile of your face. He wants to take a photo of the first time he falls for his wife.
Namjoon walks to his side of the bed, your eyes on his bare torso but you donât say anything. Instead, you close your book and get under the covers. Namjoon chuckles, he lays next to you.
The lights have been off for a while now but Namjoon canât seem to sleep. You havenât moved an inch, your back to him. He could trace his fingers over your skin but heâs not a creep.
âCanât sleep?â Your voice breaks his trance. He hums back. You shouldnât have turned around and shown him your pretty tits, heâs barely holding on to his sanity.
âThis is new for me, sharing a bed.â He turns to face you too. You hum as you stare into his eyes. Youâre chewing on your bottom lip again.
âWill you do something for me? To help me sleep.â You finally muster up the courage.
âSure.â Namjoon nods and you sit up turning on your lamp and reaching into the bottom drawer of the night stand.
You donât turn to face him for a couple of seconds. He hears you let out a huff.
You hand him a series of cuffs and chains. Interconnected with on another.
âIts okay if you donât want to⊠But whenever I canât sleep, I have a dominant. He doesnât fuck me but he uses toys. Iâve⊠never been fucked.â You donât look straight into Namjoonâs eyes who have instantly darkened at your confession. âNow that Iâm a married woman, I canât do that anymore. I hoped you were the dominant type when I agreed to this marriage.â
âYN.â Namjoon calls for you and you meet his eyes. âCome here.â Heâs leaning on the headboard.
You shuffle closer and yelp when he pulls you on his lap.
âSeems my princess likes being bound, who am I to deny you, your highness?â He slowly lifts the chains towards your neck for the collar. âIf youâre a good girl, Iâll fuck you until you forget all your toys and only think of me when you want pleasureâŠâ his voice was low, your pussy so fucking wet. âIâm so lucky, so are you.â His breath was shaky as he runs his hands down your chest. âYou may be the princess, but here⊠in our bedroom, you kneel to me. Understand?â You nod slowly, not believing you married a dominant. You are indeed, extremely lucky you could cum, but you hold it in.
He pushes the straps of your night gown exposing your plump, soft and perky tits. You pull your arms through, he snatches your wrists and cuffs them in front of you.
Your heart beating so loudly, youâre sure he could hear it. Your night gown pools at your waist. Namjoon runs his hands from your cuffed wrists up to your collar where he tugs at it to land your lips on his. The kiss was heated, hungry, youâve never been kissed like that before. You moan into the kiss as you grind your hips on his for any type of friction, his hands laced through your hair, tugging your head back as he nips at your jaw and neck.
Fuck.
Youâre so lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck that you startle as he flips you on your back. Your chained wrists tugging at each other. He fully pulls off your night gown down your legs and the prettiest white lace thong greets him.
He lets out a deep growl, kissing your pelvis. Up your tits and all the way down again. Youâre biting your lip.
âDonât hold back baby. I want to hear you.â His voice commanding yet gentle. As he takes a nipple into his mouth you moan, he pinches the other. Switching from each breast.
So fucking soft.
As he kisses you again, he loops both fingers into your thong and pulls it down. As soon as he reaches your angkles he lifts them up to attach the last set of cuffs. Leaving you spread for him.
From the low light of the lamp he can see you dripping into the sheets. Fucking hell.
âSo wet for me, my princess.â He runs his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you any form of relief.
Your breath was ragged. Eyes shut as soon as you feel his mouth on your clit. He hooks both arms around your thighs, licking your sweetness, stopping you from clamping your legs shut.
Namjoon ruts against the bed to help him calm down but your moaning so prettily heâs hanging on a thread.
âTell me what you want, my wife.â You moan louder as he licks a long stripe over your folds and calls you his wife.
âFuck me, please Joon.â Youâre so lost in the pleasure, heâs eager to know just how far you could hold it.
He pulls down his pants, freeing him. You moan at how big his handsome cock. Begging him to put it in you.
âPlease please please Joon!â You grinding your hips on nothing. Jesus fucking Christ, Namjoon felt like he had won the lottery.
His wife, how freaky she may be, is perfect.
His wife is begging.
His wife, the princess seen as uptight and mean, is chained and collared.
âMy wife, stop moving.â He orders, your hips stop. Tears start streaming down your face at the lack of attention. âYou can only cum when I tell you to. Okay?â You nod eagerly. âHeavens, youâre so fucking wet.â
The tip of his huge cock teases your entrance, you donât move just as he ordered. But your breathing has become heaving, your jaw dropping as he slowly pushes in you.
Namjoon had to take deep breaths as well, youâre so fucking warm and tight for him.
He kisses you as he bottoms out, swallowing your moans.
âAre you okay?â He kisses your tears. You nod. âGood.â He lifts himself up. âI canât hold it in anymore baby.â You beg him to move.
His chuckle turns into a moan as starts thrusting. Both your groans and moans filling the room. His hands wrap into the chains contrictinh your arms and legs even more.
Your back arched off the bed. He lands a huge slap on your tits making your pussy clench around him. He does it on the other side, heâs eager to learn just how far your limits are.
He lets go of the chains, his hands lifting your hips for a whole new angle. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
God, if only Namjoon could take a photo of how wrecked you look. Cock-drunk and lust hazed. He pulls on the collar as he drops your hips. Youâre eyes locked on each other.
âLook at me, donât look away.â He squeezes your cheeks togther. âMy princess, my wife.â He can feel your pussy throb. âDo you want to cum?â You hastly nod. His other hand starts rubbing circles around your clit.
Youâre moaning uncontrolably. Face contorts into something out of a porno, your legs start shaking as his hips start stuttering.
âCum with me baby. Come on. Let go.â And on command you moan loudly, your body convulsing, pussy throbbing around his cock.
Not foar behind, Namjoon paints your insides white. Shoving his cock deep inside, you feel so fucking good.
As your moans die down, Namjoon starts uncuffing you as you lay limp on the bed.
As soon as your chains are tossed to the side he rests next to you. You caught him by surprise when you turn to kiss him.
âNot tired?â He raises an eyebrow. You shake your head, but your eyes were droopy. He chuckles, forcing himself out of bed to prepare you a warm bath.
He picks you up bridal style, your arm thrown over his shoulder.
The indoor jacuzzi fits you two just enough. You both sigh as you let your muscles relax beneath the warm water. You rest between his legs.
âWeâre going to be just fine as husband and wife.â Namjoon whispers as he places a kiss on top of your head. You turn to face him, and enjoy another fucking round in the tub.
âI canât believe it took you a week to invite us into your new home. The house warming is long overdue.â Jimin says as he crosses your threshold. âDamn. How many rooms do you have?â He looks up at the grand stair case.
âI havenât had the chance to tour yet.â Namjoon shrugs, one by one his friends areived for their weekly lunch.
He had asked you if that was okay, of course it was. As long as he kept fucking you in different angles, he could sell the house for all you care.
Once all six arrived, they settle into your huge dining room. The help start serving the food Namjoon asked to be prepared.
He was informed by the butler that you had arrived, You were out with your mother for some brunch which you dreaded weekly.
Namjoon stands up and excuses himself from the table, his friends watch as he stood in the foyer.
âLook, sheâs making him wait for her at the door? Isnât that a little too much?â Jin frowns, seeing him stand there. They were watching him since the doors to the dining area is diagonal to the front door. âWhat kind of person needs to be greeted at the door by their spouse?â
âShe hasnât even gotten out of her car and heâs standing there like a big dumb idiot. I bet she makes him call her formally, like your highness.â Taehyung rolls his eyes.
Their prejudice on you was based on what media says.
âSheâs coming. I bet heâs going to bow and sheâd just nod and walk away.â Jimin adds.
âYour highness.â Namjoon has a grin on his face as he greets you with a nod. Eye glancing at your neck.
âI told you so, sheâs a stuck up biâ what the fuck?â Theyâre shocked as they see Namjoon bend down not to bow, but to capture your lips in his. Quite hungrily, his hand on the back of your head. Your arms wrapped around his hips.
His hand travels to your throat where your silver day collar was resting, he had them custom made and delivered yesterday. To think you were wearing this in front of your mothers and their peers.
Its as if youâve been married for years. His friends canât believe their eyes. They look away as if they were intruding on a intimate moment.
âTheyâre coming.â Yoongi warns as you both walk hand in hand towards the dining.
They all stand to bow and you did what they didnât know you were capable of. You giggled and smiled, the genuine smile Namjoon had brought out in you.
âGood day, your highness.â Jungkook greets. You scrunch your nose and smiled.
âPlease, youâre Namjoonâs friends. Call me YN.â They all nod and you gesture them to have their seat.
You turn to Namjoon. âIâll catch up on some work.â Your lips so close to each other, Taehyung had to clear his throat to remind you that they were there.
Namjoon lands a peck on your lips.
âBe ready for me when Iâm done here.â He whispers, only Jungkook overheard that his cheeks blushed and he had to finish the glass of water. You nod and bid goodbye at his friends.
âSheâs not joining us?â Jin frowns.
Namjoon explains how you just got back from bruch with your moms. And how they could join you both for dinner on saturday night with their wives and girlfriends so she could have friends too.
âOkay but I remember you saying you never spoke until the wedding, when did that happen?â Jimin raises an eyebrow. Namjoon just winks. âNevermind. Donât tell me. SoâŠâ
His friends start bickering about whatever is happening in their lives, his mind goes to you. He had found your ropes and laid them on the bed for you to see, Were you being a good girl and preparing yourself for him like he taught you? He shivers at the thought.
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1. Allurement , Yandere Namjoon. Series of Drabbles, Slick and deceptive yandere CEO Namjoon.
2. Beloved, long oneshot. Yandere King Min Yoongi - My all time favorite, if you like asian historical dark romance, you'll love this.
10. Level of Restraint, long oneshot. Office AU, Yandere Jimin and Namjoon. BDSM undertone.
11. Something Wicked, series. Yandere CEO Seokjin.
12. Let The Villain Win, oneshot. Yandere thriller writer Namjoon.
13. Baby Mine, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi with OC.
14. Poison Apple, mini series. Yandere Taehyung feat. Yoongi. This is not for the faint heart. Proceed with caution. Hard non con.
15. A Dangerous Game, Yandere Mob boss Namjoon x reader. Long series, there is sequel. Hard non con in one of the chapters.
16. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.
17. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.
18. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.
19. Bad Guy, ongoing series. Mafia boss Seokjin. This one is not really yandere, per se, but the way Seokjin loves the MC is quite you know...obsessive.
20. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.
21. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.
22. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.
23. Fucked Up, yandere OT7. Polyamorous - Idol AU. This is actually a series, look in the author's masterlist. The full version is in author's AO3. (Beware tho, the long version is just like the title says, pretty fucked up, lol.)
24. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.
25. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.
26. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.
27. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.
28. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.
29. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.
30. Forbidden Fruit, long oneshot. Jhope as mafia member, reader has inability to feel fear.
31. Predator, oneshot. Vampire Jungkook stalked on reader. I felt goosebumps reading this, nothing too gory tho.
32. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.
33. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.
34. Black Swan, long one shot. Swan Prince Jimin x reader as a Princess. I'm not usually fond of story about faeries, this one is an exception. Hard to describe this, along with the hair that stood on my nape and that tingling feeling of fear and excitement while reading this. A truly masterpiece.
35. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.
36. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. đ€
37. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.đ
38. In The Pain Of The Roses, long one shot, yandere king Yoongi x princess reader. Beautiful, poetic narrative. Read the tag warning, because it's really dark.
39. Anti Hero, long oneshot, yandere Yoongi x idol reader. Not many yandere story in idol universe, this one is not only one of the few, but also oh so so good.
40. Broken, oneshot. Seokjin x reader. Some dub con borderline to non con. Proceed with caution, because it's quite dark. I read this like a year ago, but everytime I read it again, it never failed to give me a shiver. It's on AO3.
41. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.
42. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written. On AO3.
43. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.
44. Motive, long one shot. College AU. Jungkook x reader x another girl. Angst, thriller, love triangle. It will keep you on edge dragged by your curiosity before đŁđŁ boom! There it go, the plot twist.
45. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader.
46. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.
47. Ănouement, long one-shot. Doctor Taehyung x trophy wife reader. It's a part of interconnected stories with other members. Look at the author's masterlist. This is the one that I like the most.
48. Polarity, miniseries. Yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!â„ïž
48. Arte Factum, long oneshot. Yandere android Jimin x reader. Jimin is a sub here.
50. Knight in Bloody Armor, club owner Hoseok x reader. Ongoing series. Very well written and chilling. It's on AO3, and you need to log in to be able to read it.
51. House of Serpents, ongoing series. OT7 x high class escort reader in organized crime AU. A shitload twisted men with twisted sex flavor. I have no words to say other than it put me on variety of different emotions until its latest chapter, and I have love and hate relationship with all of the men here. Polyamorous dynamic, heavy BDSM vibe. It's very well written on AO3. As always, read the warning.
52. Love Pages, long oneshot. Yandere Jimin x slight yandere reader, inspired by "Death Note".
53. Kill to Kiss You, long oneshot. Jungkook as mob boss x escort reader. I got cold hands and feet reading this. Chilling and put you on edge till the end.
54. Lesson Learnt, miniseries. CEO JK x ex gf reader. My ultimate weakness, BTS members as CEO with power and obsession. This one is pretty dark, read all the warning.
55. Code Red, one shot. Doctor Jimin x patient reader.
56. A Thriller Film, movie director Jungkook Ă reader as his stylist. It's well written and chilling.
57. Killing Me Softly, yandere OT7 x reader. Polyamorous AU but quite realistic thus give you chill to imagine what you would feel if this indeed is real.
58. Daffodil Dreams, yandere patient Taehyung, MC is his therapist. There are two parts - Dreams and Nightmare. Chilling and hair-raising.
59. Cruel Intentions, yandere mobster JK x reader in South Korea setting, my favorite AU. Love itâ€ïž
60. Mindless, patient Hoseok x psychiatrist reader. Oneshot.
61. Roses, oneshot. Yandere dynamic between JK x reader. Just, wow.
62. Sinner, oneshot. Yandere fugitive Jungkook x detective reader. I reread like ... 6 times? That's just how good it isđ
63. The Broken Vow, attorney JK x reader as his ex wife. This one is so well written, leave you with mixed emotion, love and hate at the same time. Just â€ïž
64. Cabin in The Woods, Jungkook as werewolf, reader as his mate and prisoner? Lol. Stockholm syndrome. I can't hate him here. Somehow he indeed protected her.
65. Cathexis, three parter, Jimin x reader. Based on Firestarter movie. 'There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to you and he would raise literal hell to make sure you were never hurt. If anyone tried to take you from him heâd burn the entire world down'.
66. Snatched, two parter ongoing. Yandere harpy Taehyung x nurse reader. Dystopian AU, dark and chilling. Very well written.
67. ObsesiĂłn, oneshot. Yandere pro rugby player Jungkook x sport journalist POC reader.
68. Code of Conduct, long series. Jungkook mafia au.
69. Lacrimosa, Mafia Yoongi, historical setting. Not many good written yandere historical stories like this. A must read.
70. Hiraeth, Kim Seokjin as your childhood bestfriend. What length he would do to keep you close.
71. The Black Pearl, triparter series. Jungkook as your billionaire sugar daddy. Rich, drop dead gorgeous and twistedly charming. My favorite.
72. What Are You Willing To Do?, You were months behind on your rent, and your property manager offered to help you in exchange of something he had long waiting for.
In which your hot af crush/roommate catches you with your hand in the cookie jar.
parings: jimin x reader
genre: pwp, roommates to lovers, oneshot
warnings: unprotected sex, implied lots of sex, use of toys, accidental and consensual use of aphrodisiacs, p in v, ass play, use of a sex machine thing
enjoy :)
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The strange noises are back. Sounds like someone is rummaging through the kitchen at 3am. Its not uncommon, Jimin knows this because once a week. He hears your door open, a noise is made in the kitchen and then close.
Unlike usual apartments, the walls in your shared space is thick. Formerly owned by your frind Hoseok who had a drumset and a studio in your now respective rooms.
Its basically soundproof except at 3am when the entire apartment is quiet, thatâs when Jimin strains his ears to listen to you walk down the hall.
But this week, Jimin was enjoying a bottle of Soju in the darkness of the living room when at 3am, you emerge from the hall. Your tiny robe wrapped around you, he tries his best not to groan at the sight of your nearly exposed ass. He remains quiet, waiting for the opportunity to scare you shitless.
You rummage through the toolbox.
âEvery damn week. Fuck. I should just keep some in my room.â You groan as you rummage. Jimin tilts his head as you frown, trying your best to remain quiet while looking for something.
Just as he was about to make his presence known, you pull out a set of batteries packed together.
âFound you.â You grin. âThis will be the last time. A new player will come tomorrow.â You giggle as you pocket the batteries and speed back down the hallway. Not even noticing Jimin who watched you monologue.
A new player? Jimin knows you play games so he shrugs.
What boggles his mind is why on earth do you need batteries every week? He takes a look into your supplies and sure enough the entire case of batteries you purchased for emergencies was nearly empty. And you only bought them 6 weeks ago.
He goes to sleep on the couch eventually despite the theories heâs forming in his head.
The smell of bacon wakes him up. He cracks his eyes open and sees you dressed nicely, a black sleeveles bodysuit and some dress pants. Your hair pinned up nicely away from your face.
âWhy are you so dressed?â He rasps, his throat dry from drinking last night.
âI have a virtual meeting in an hour. Wouldnât hurt to dress up a bit even if they donât see my pants.â You smile at him. âCome eat.â Jimin gets up and eyes you suspiciously. âWhat time did you get home last night?â You ask.
Jimin chuckles. âWhat do you mean? I was here all night.â You stop your movements for a second before resuming to pour each of you a cup of coffee.
âOh. I thought you went out.â You clear your throat.
âNah, I fell asleep around 2:30am. Although I did dream that you came out of your room.â Jimin lies and you nod.
âI did come out to come get some⊠water.â You sit next to him and start piling food up on his plate.
This was normal for you both, alternate cooking, casually taking care of each other by cooking, grocery shopping, tidying up and all. The 6 months of being roommates had been peaceful until your recent 3am habit.
You talk about work over breakfast, Jimin safekeeping the information he knows for later.
âIâm gonna go back to my room. Meeting is in 15minutes. See you later.â You put your plate in the sink knowing heâll wash since you cooked.
Living with you has been peaceful. But also excruciatingly painful since Jimin has been crushing on you for a year. Hoseok introduced you to each other in one of his parties, here in this very apartment. And he was smitten.
Prior to living together you had always been the nurturing type, always handing him food. Staying by his side every time your friend group goes out, making sure he drinks water before leaving clubs to lessen the hangover. You even gave him some supplements that your client gives you for free. Heâs unsure if youâre like that to everyone but so far, nobody talks about it.
When Hoseok offered him the apartment and said it came with a roommate, Jimin intantly said yes so he could finally leave his shitty studio type room. And he had no regrets after finding out that roommate was you.
Jimin was washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. He opens the door to a delivery man holding a huge box.
âHi! For YN LN.â after saying that youâre disposed for a meeting, the man hands Jimin the box and signs the received note.
He glances at the clock, your meeting has probably started so its best to leave it on the kitchen counter.
He stuidies it, it could be a new CPU for your PC but it seems pretty light. There was no description and packacking was tight.
He shrugs and continues drying the utensils you both used.
After half an hour when he finally cleans up the snack and drinks from last night you rush out of the hall.
You spot the box and inspect it. Sighing in relief as you mutter a quick thank you before bolting back to your room.
Odd. You usually open your packages in the kitchen to avoid taking trash in your room. Judging by the amount of bubble wrap, thatâll immediately fill up your bin.
Still, he tries to shrug it off and focuses on some of his own work. Heâs an accountant for various small businesses, he does their taxes. He offered to do yours but you declined since youâre employed by various companies as a virtual assistant/marketer.
Jimin had cooked lunch, smiling at the full table heâs set for you two. You hadnât stepped out of the room since grabbing the package.
Jimin approached your room and knocked on your door, if you didnât want to be disturbed, you would hang a sign on your door. But the sign wasnât there.
As he knocked he heard a loud thud followed by a groan. Fearing you had hurt yourself he opens the door.
Eyes locked on each other, yours were glassy and looking fucked out. Mouth open with drool dripping down your chin. His eyes look down and you were sitting on something pink. You hands fisted into the sheets as you were bent over, reaching for something. Your body was convulsing on whatever you were sitting on.
âJimin. Fuck. Thank God.â Your eyes close and your moan out his name. âHelp. Me.â Your legs locked tight on whatever you were sitting on. You try your best to point at the small remote at the foot of the bed and he snatches it immediately handing it to you.
With a click of a button the humming sound stops. He didnât even notice the humming.
You roll over and lowe and behold. You were sitting on a fucking machine. There was a dick shaped rubber dildo standing tall and wet on the middle of the saddle like seat. A bump next to it that would definitely hit your clit as you sit on it.
Jimin was frozen, your panting the only thing he hears, his eyes blur as the blood from his brain travels down to his own cock.
You turn over and donât even bother to cover yourself up, naked from the waist below. It finallg dawned upon you, Jimin caught you redhanded.
âIâmâ Iâm sorry you had to see that. I couldnât move.â You bit your lip. Your eyes landing on his dick straining in his pants. âOh. Shit. Fuck.â You look away, your breathing heavily again.
âAre you okay?â He finally found his voice.
âI got this new client⊠she made toys and stuff. Gave me this as a welcome pack.â You took a deep breath and looked at him again. âShe also made those.â You point at the bottle of jellies on your computer tables. âI didnât realize I took more than the advisable amount, its like I was possesed.â
Jimin, with all his strength, looked away and picked up the bottle.
Aphrodisiacs. Take two for better experience.
âHow many did you eat?â 1/4 of the bottle was missing and if you only received this today, that means you ate at least 10.
âI have no idea. But God fuck. Jimin could you stop?â You frown and so does he.
âIâm not doing anything.â He puts his hands up in surrended.
âStop looking so fuckable right now.â You cover your face, you tug a pillow to cover your exposed lower extremities.
You take a peek at him, you watch as he puts four jellies in his mouth and takes them.
âWhat are you doing!?â You panic, you do your best to get out of bed but your shaky legs made you slow. Before you could reach him, he already swallowed.
âHow long before I feel anything?â He reads the label again. 5 minutes.
âGod youâre so hard.â His eyes snap to you, your eyes locked onto his dick. âJiminâŠâ you trail your eyes up to meet his. Pupils starting to dilate. âPlease.â
The weight of your voice vibrates through Jiminâs body. Making him jolt forward to capture your lips in his, finally.
It hasnât been five minutes since he took the jellies. But seeing you like this made him go feral. It was amazing how he didnât pounce as soon as he saw you on that thing.
He pushes you onto the bed, kicking away the machine and landing on top of you. You moan into the kiss, every single touch felt like a shock of electricity.
As you kissed, Jimin felt his control slipping. You rush to get each other completely naked.
You donât hide how you admire his body. Fingers trailing every curve, every dip, every line he has. He had to hold himself back before he busts havenât even been inside you.
âJimin, baby.â Shit. That does it.
He licks you from your neck all the way down to your aching core. Youâre completely drenched, loved how you taste. As if he couldnât get enough, he latches on to your clit and inserts two fingers easily. Fuck, he canât wait.
âJimin, please. I need you to fuck me.â Your voice was strained like you were in pain, and you were. Jimin feels it too.
He settles between your thighs and lines himself up. He bends over to kiss you as he takes his time to enter you.
And fuck, if this isnât heaven. Jimin didnât know what is. Your walls were clenching around him, legs already quivering from the overstimulation but you keep begging for more.
His hips snap, fucking into you like it would be the last thing heâd do. Equally grunting and moaning with you. He flips you over and fucks you from behind.
Without warning he comes all over your ass cheeks. Just as you were about to protest again he put it back inside, he drills you into the bed. Teasing your asshole as it was puckering up, begging for attention.
He didnât know why he looked around but he pauses and sees your bedside drawer, a dildo sticking out of it.
âBaby. Please move.â Your voice cracking. âWhatââ You turn your head to see him opening your drawer, taking one item he always wanted to try with someone.
Instead of protesting, you smirk and hand him the bottle of lube. The medium sized vibrating buttplug coated in a strawerry scented liquid. He chuckles and furiously fucks you again. You shriek in surprise, holding on to the beddings for dear life.
As your muscles relax, he pushes the plug into your ass. Making you legs shake and your moaning louder.
The sensation of having both holes filled and the fact that you were getting fucked by Jimin felt like a dream. Still thick in the haze of the jellies. The two of you fuck in more ways than you have ever done in your life.
You used every toy you have on each other. Cuffs, collars, clips, ropes. Jimin wasnât even tiring.
By the evening, you were both spent.
You had no idea when you passed out or when the plug fell out. Youâre not sure if it was you or Jimin who passed out first. You were so high and now you can feel every ache as you stretch within his hold.
You turn to face him. Youâre going to have a long talk about this one. But you take this chance to stare at your fucking crush for as long as youâd like.
Jimin feels the peck you placed on his lips making him smile and open his eyes.
âHey.â You greet and he kisses you deeper. It was only cut short when your stomach loudly grumbles making you laugh.
âWe missed lunch.â He smirks. âBut it was so worth it.â
âDefinitely. Join me for a shower then we could heat up the food.â You snuggle closer, making no effort to prepare for the shower you offered.
âIf youâd like we could have those jellies for dessert every night. Then you wouldnât have to do it by yourself at 3am.â You look up at him with a shocked expression.
âOh my god. How do you know that?â
âWeâre running low on batteries. GIven the amount of toys you have, I just put two and two together.â He kisses your forehead. âIf I may ask, why are there so many?â
You giggle. âAll my clients are toy makers or distributors. Main reason why I canât make you do my accounting. Their company names are awful and you might think Iâm a stripper or something.â He laughs at your excuse. âCome on. Would you let your crush do your accounting if your payslips were from Pleasure Palace?â He stops laughing.
âCrush?â He pulls you closer.
âI thought it was obvious?â You frown at his cluelessness.
âif it was, I would have made a move sooner.â He shrugs. This time his stomach growls. âOkay, shower and then dinner.â
âGet up then.â You playfully push his shoulder. Your giggles filling Jiminâs chest with warmth.
âYou get up.â He smiles and tries his best to push you to stand. âI feel like I ran a marathon.â You both groan.
âGod, Iâm so sore.â You look down and so does he, earning a smack to the chest. âDonât look at it if youâre not gonna burry your face in it.â
âThat sounds like a better dinner.â He wiggles his eyebrows. You push his face away and you both zombie walk to the bathroom.
Once dinner was set, instead of sitting across each other Jimin pulls you onto his lap. You giggle and enjoy your dinner.
You both freeze when someone starts pushing the code to your front door, only the previous owner knows the code.
âJimin, why the fuck werenât you picking up yourâcalls.â Hoseok drops the bag of whatever.
You were wearing nothing but Jiminâs shirt and he has nothing on but some boxers.
âHoseok.â He grins. âCome in.â
Hoseok slowly walks backwards and leaves. You look at each other and laugh.
âI think weâve scarred him.â You giggle as you feed him some eggrolls.
His phone pings and he picks it up.
âIts Hoseok, he said âFor the love of God, please change the door passcode and please pray for my soul. I need new eyes.â
You burst out laughing again. Hopefully, Hoseok recovers soon.
Warnings: (yes there are) do not do this in real life. Other men are not like Jungkook. Its short.
âArenât you handsome?â The pretty doberman pinscher who was loving the belly rubs you were giving him.
âHis name is Bam.â The man on the bench with a book on his lap smiled.
âThatâs a pretty name for such a good boy.â You start rubbing him with both hands. âHeâs loving this.â
You finally glance at the owner and holy fuck was he hot. His sleeve tattoo, his piercings, all the way to his curly hair, his pretty pretty smile. You forget to breathe.
âIâm Jungkook.â He holds out his hand. You shake it, his firm grip making you blush.
âIâm YN. Thank you for letting me pet your dog.â You stand up and dust off your pants.
You maintain eye contact with his delicious owner.
âHe has two more brothers at home. Do you want to meet them too?â His invite made you hot all over both with excitement and lust.
âDo you think Iâd follow a handsome stranger to his place just to see more dogs?â He chuckles and the cutest fucking smile appears on his face.
âDo you think Iâd invite a gorgeous stranger into my home just to meet my dogs?â It was your turn to smile, biting your lip to stop looking stupid.
âYou could be a psycho, or worse, I could be a psycho.â You cross your arms over your chest, pushing your tits together.
âGood point. But anyone who loves dogs arenât psychotic.â He raises an eyebrow.
âGreat point.â But youâre still thinking about it.
âTheyâre names are Sonie and Paeng.â He really wants you over.
âShit. Iâm sold. Fuck survival skills.â You step back and gesture him to lead the way.
He stands up, much taller than you. He tugs on Bamâs leash and you walk together towards a luxury apartment building.
You exchanged information along the way, where you work, where you live, what he does, how he got Bam and his two other dogs, how much you love dogs but your apartment wonât allow it.
You finally reach his apartment and he opens the door to two more adorable sweethearts. You spend the afternoon just talking to a man you just met and his dogs.
Your phone rings breaking your conversation.
âHey!â You greet the caller. Jungkook gestures that heâs going to the kitchen.
âWhere the fuck are you?â You can hear Jiminâs frustrated voice. You check the clock and sure enough, its been over an hour above your agreed meeting time.
âOhh shit. Iâm so sorry, Iâm at⊠a friendâs place.â You hope he cancels.
âA friend? Bitch. Iâm your only friend in this damn city. Which friend?!â You can imagine his face all red and pissed, you chew your lip.
âHis name is Jungkook, he has handsome dogs named Bam, Paeng, and Songie. I met them at the park while I was walking.â You hope he doesnât give you an earful.
âYou⊠hold up. Let me get this straight.â He sighs. âYou met a man with a dog at the park earlier, and you followed him into his house?â You confirm. âYN. What the fuck?â
âOkay, heâs really hot and super nice. Let me have this.â You say in a hushed tone. Bam comes up to you and barks then proceeds to rest his head on your lap. âIâll make it up to you, I promise.â
âAt least send me your location so I know where to pick up your remains. Jesus. Have you ever heard of stranger danger?â He groans. âYouâre a grown woman, let me talk to this man.â
âDo you really have to?â You whine, Jungkook comes back with some snacks and sodas in a can.
âLet me talk to him or Iâm reporting you as a missinge person.â You groan at his request but do it anyway.
âMy friend, Jimin, is really worried. He wants to talk to you⊠is that okay?â You hand the phone to him who chuckles and takes it.
They have their conversation, his answers were all âYesâ and âGot it.â
He hands the phone back with a stupid grin. âYou better make it up to me, or else.â Thatâs all Jimin says before he hangs up.
âWhat did he tell you?â You set your phone down on the coffee table and grab a fork to pick some sliced fruit.
âNothing much. Usual warnings, and that if we do hook up, I better not yet you pregnant or heâd hunt me down and chop my cock off.â You choke on the piece of apple and he pats your back.
âOh. God. Heâs embarassing.â You hide your face in your hands.
âIts nice that heâs looking out for you.â He proceeds to tell you about embarassing stories with his friends and you exchange stories as well.
Youâve completely lost track of time and by dark, you have Songie and Paeng resting on each side of your lap, their heads on you.
âIâm surprised they warmed up to you so quick, theyâre very wary of stangers.â He has bam on his lap.
âAs they should.â You softly pet their heads. âThey shouldnât be like their dad who invites strangers into their homes.â You tease.
âAh. But youâre worse for following a stranger into their home.â You wink at his rebuttal.
âIts getting late but I donât wanna move.â You pout, looking down at the two pups. âCan I just take them home?â
âDo that and youâll really end up dead.â He says with a stern face which breaks out into a full cackle startling the pups making them leave you two.
You smack his shoulder. âYou woke them up.â You pout even harder, if that was possible.
You stand up and gather your stuff. Jungkook smiles and follows you.
âIf you give me your number and let me take you to a proper date, you can see them again.â He wiggles his eyebrows and hands you his phone.
âYou throw a hard bargain.â You take it anyway, you punch your number and give yourself a call so you can have his.
âHow does tomorrow sound? Iâll get someone to watch the pups and we can have dinner.â He saves your number and walks you to the door.
âYou move fast, Jeon Jungkook.â You raise yourself on your tip toes and land a kiss on his cheek. âIâd love that. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
You exit the door and he stood there grinning. He turns back to see his three babies looking at him.
âIâm so lucky to have you guys.â He drops to the floor and hugs them.
A/N: all my best ideas are made of Jungkook. Maybe its a 97â thing. Idk. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!
âHappy 2nd Anniversary!â Jungkook flies into your office, that was right across his, holding a cake and some balloons.
You couldnât help but grin. Two years and he still gives you the butterflies, you both still are head over heels, and he still finds ways to surprise you.
You round your table to kiss him, taking the balloons and snapping photos of him with the cake.
âWanna have cake for breakfast?â You wiggle your eyebrow.
âBut Miss LN, we just clocked in and you expect me to sit down with you to enjoy this delicious caramel cake?â He rants as he sets down the cake and grabe forks from your mini pantry. âIts not like your dad would fire us.â
You laugh as you join him at the table.
Youâre both seniors at your dadâs firm now. Taking lead on some small projects, working on two together. Not only did you work well in life but even at work, your designs always match his plans despite not discussing things yet and he loves that.
None of your colleagues can complain about your sudden rise in positions because you both basically will be an executive one day and they donât want to ruin their relationship with you.
âSo I was thinking, we could go golfing tonight?â You ask and he grins.
âYes, please. My clubs miss me.â He pouts despite going golfing the other day with some investors.
âI miss hitting hole-in-ones.â You wink and he chokes on the cake.
You havenât had the chance to golf together and even if you were, there were no hole-in-ones, you still fucked (a lot) though.
The grin on his face says heâs thinking about it too.
A knock comes to your door. âMiss LN, Mr. Jeon.â The executive secretary nods. âA meeting in conference room B will be starting at 10.â He reminds, you hand him a paper plate with a slice of cake. âThank you. Donât be late.â He says directed to Jungkook.
âOnce. I was late once.â He says again as the secretary left. âYou know, I heard a rummour from financeâŠâ
Jungkook is the office gossip, even your father was getting information from him. If you wanted a secret kept, keep it away from Jungkook. But youâre no better.
You both walk to the conference room, keeping it professional but you canât help but tease the man by brushing your ass on his cock when in a packed elevator, or licking his lobe when you whispered something before the meeting began, you drew circles on this thigh as the meeting starts and despite keeping a straight face, you felt him hard when you brushed your hand over it.
He glares at you and you just wink. Your romance was no secret here too. But you both had the etiquette to avoid PDA within work.
Unbeknownst to everyone, youâve both made a bucketlist on where to fuck. And every floor is a must. Youâve ticked off 8 floors out of 12 that the firm occupies.
The meeting was a tiny team, mostly your main team with Jungkook. Your father had joined you mid way, he barely joins meetings.
You take down notes, but as you did you felt a hand on your thigh. You froze for a second and decided to play along. You open your thighs wider, he inches higher.
Jungkooks head snaps towards you the moment he feels you have nothing underneath. You do your best to not indulge him but instead you even speak about the possible plans for the project.
He can feel you wet and warm, his own cock straining against his slacks. Fuck, he was sweating.
His fingers tease your core, rubbing up and down, collecting your juices. But he doesnât dare put a finger in. This time, youâre the one sweating as he flicks your clit. Thankful that nobody else sat beside you two.
âJungkook and YN can do the site visit tomorrow.â Your father speaks, startling you both. His hand retreats.
âYes sir.â You both respond quickly. Having no idea where the site even is.
Once the meeting ajourns you both speed walk back to the elevator and to your offices. He shuts the blinds and puts his âin meetingâ sign outside his door. You quickly do the same with yours then cross to his office once the coast is clear.
As soon as the door is shut Jungkook pulls you by the wrist and makes you sit on his lap, the couch you were on was in a blind spot even if someone peeks through the door.
âYou drive me crazy.â Jungkook kisses you. âI fucking love you.â His hand was on your cheek.
But his hand travels down to your throat, you smirk and bite his lower lip. You reach down to take care of his pants before you start dripping all over him.
You canât make much noise and that makes it difficult because Jungkook loves your noises. You skip the foreplay and he rams himself up into you. Your lowerlip caught between your teeth but a squeak came out of you.
He places a hand over your mouth and start fucking into you. Your hands gripping his shoulders. Thank god he took his jacket off otherwise he would be walking around with a wrinkled shirt for the rest of the day.
The hand over your mouth becomes fingers stuck down your throat. Gasps and tiny moans echoing in the room. You shake your head telling him you canât take it anymore. He speeds up and pull you in for a kiss, swallowing your moans as you both reach your highs.
He pumps the last of himself into you. Just in time for your phone to ring. Your fatherâs photo lighting up.
He hands it to you despite his cock still in you.
âHey dad.â You try to sound normal despite trying to catch your breath.
âHey darling, can you visit the site for the new project today?â He asks and you frown, Jungkook reaches over on the shelf nearby for the wet wipes he keeps.
âI thought we were scheduled to visit tomorrow?â You look at Jungkook as he starts wiping your thighs. Pulling out so he could properly clean you. You bite your lip as he teases you with his fingers.
âYes, but I need you to take the right measurements.â You frown again, Jungkook lifts you up by the hips and sets you on the couch next to him.
âThen I need to bring Jungkook and a team with me.â Jungkook now has his attention on you.
âIf heâs a available. Bye, I have to water my plants.â He ends the call and youâre completely puzzled.
âWhat was that about?â Jungkook asks as he hands you a glass of water.
âHe wants me to visit the site today to get the right measurements, do you know if my dad has plants? Can you come?â You look up, thereâs a look on his face that says he canât come.
âIâve got two more meetings with the Itaewon and the Samdong teams. Iâm sorry baby.â He kisses your cheek. You sigh.
âAlright. Iâll see you later? For golf.â You smile at him as he helps you up. He fixes your skirt and you brush his shoulders.
âOkay, 6PM?â You nod. With the amount of work you do, youâve moved afternoon golf to night golf.
One more kiss and youâre back in your office, sifting through the files for this project. Youâve been a full on contractor for the most of your stay at the firm, measurements should be done easily.
Or so you thought. The team that was supposed to join you seemed to have the addresses mixed up. Theyâre half an hour away from you.
You groan and stand in the empty lot. You breathe in the fresh air. It was beautiful, the house getting built here would have the best view, its close to the heart of the city but far enough to have solitude. The private road leading here was just enough distance to not make it creepy. You visualize a walk-through.
Imagining a huge door, glass windows, a porch facing the open, it was a hill top location, you can see the beach and the city. You smile, because in your vision you see Jungkook, coming up behind you to hand you your coffee as you both enjoy the view, tiny foot steps following.
You shake your head. A future with Jungkook would be perfect, heâs perfect. Mr. Gold Standard really lived up to his title.
You try to calculate the measurements usung your footsteps. You take photos with your phone to map out the view. You send a few selfies to Jungkook, but he doesnât respond. Heâs probably in a meeting.
The team finally arrives, apologetic for their mistake. You just smile and let them do their work. You order some snacks for them, standing witht them as you confirm the measurements.
In about an hour, youâre done mapping things out and eating. You check your watch, its 3PM. Youâre planning to clock out at 4 so could prepare for your simple anniversary date.
During your first anniversary, Jungkook had taken you on a trip, but this year since youâre both swamped with work, he said you both should save your leave credits for a different date and you naturally agreed.
You drive back to the office but your mother calls you asking you to pick her up from her Yoga session, since sheâs along the way it wasnât much of a hassle.
Until you see her come out with her friends and asks you to drop them off at their houses. You fidget in your seat as you drop each one off, your mother the farthest since she asked you to drop her off at home rather then coming to the office with you.
It was 30 minutes before 5 when you finally arrived at your home. Decided, you message Jungkook saying youâre not coming back to the office and would meet him at the club house instead.
He still hasnât responded to any of your texts. Weird. Usually, he would be on his phone even through meetings.
But you donât overthink it. You take your time at home, shaving, scrubbing, waxing, you pick out your new golf outfit. You and Jungkook purchased a white set a month ago, today would be perfect to wear it
The white skirt paired with the white sleeveless top, it hugged you perfectly. You put on your best makeup. You glance at your phone, still no response. You huff.
You hope he isnât late today. You open your dresser to find the silver box that held your anniversary gift, a Richard Mille watch. It suits Jungkook, only the best for your Golden boyfriend.
You glance at the clock. 5:15
You had agreed earlier to meet Jungkook at the clubhouse at 6PM. You sigh as you notice that he still has yet to respond to your messages.
You take the scenic route to kill some time before arriving at the club house at exactly 6. You arenât surprised to find the place a bit empty for a wednesday evening. Whatâs odd is that the employees are greeting and smiling at you more than usual.
âGood day, YN!â Jean greets you. âFollow me.â She simply says, before you could argue, sheâs walking away.
You follow her towards the carts, a caddie already in the driverâs seat. Smiling at you. Maybe Jungkook has something planned?
Jean sits next to you, you donât question it.
Excitemet bubbles up within you. You have no idea whatâs coming next.
But a mild panic sets in when Jean hands you a blindfold.
âShit. Whatâs he up to?â You grin and take the blindfold. Putting it over your eyes.
The drive was a little over 5 minutes. You canât tell where heâs going or if heâs just driving in circles.
The cart stops and Jean takes your hand. Guiding you to where you stand. You canât hear anything too.
She takes your blind fold off and the golf course was filled with purple and white glowing glass flowers, a trail of petals leading up to a beautiful flower arch and your man beneath it.
Jungkook stood there, flowers in hand. Wearing the white matching outfit. You canât help but have tears in your eyes. Somewhere, your favorites songs are playing.
You imagine yourself, walking down the aisle towards Jungkook, not in your golf outfit but in a white silk or tulle gown. Jungkook standing with a suit.
You finally reach him and he smiles at you.
âSo this is why you havenât been responding?â He nods and hands you the flowers.
âHappy anniversary, my love.â He kisses you. He steps back and clears his throat. Did he prepapre a speech?
âHappy Anniversary, baby.â You smile. He takes your left hand.
âYN, youâre the best part about my day, my sun when I feel down, my stars when I feel lost, my moon when I feel scaredâŠâ he takes a deep breath. âIâve been crushing on you for most of my life and when our paths crossed on this golf course, I took my chance to take that step forward and you took it with me. From then on, we took steps together to what we have become today.â He takes a deep breath and you canât help but cry at his sentiments. âI canât even imagine life without you anymore.â
He takes a knee.
You gasp.
He takes out a violet velvet box.
You start crying.
He opens it to the most beautiful diamond ring you have ever laid eyes on, and youâve seen a lot.
âYN, marry me?â You nod vigorously and with shaky hands he takes the ring and inserts it in your finger.
You both laugh nervously and he stands up to hug and kiss you deeply. Fireworks start to light up the sky and you both stood there to admire it.
But Jungkook thought nothing sparkled brighter than you, with his ring that promised forever.
Both your parents waited at the club house to hug their kids. Your mothers had manifested this for so long, its finally happening.
Jungkook had planned this for months. And he fed you the ideas for night golfing, buying the outfit and the project you both are going to work on is actually your parentsâ gift to you both, a home.
Knocks come to your room door. You crack it open to peek and your husband-to-be stood there with a stupid grin on his face.
âIsnât this bad luck?â You scold. You are to be wed tomorrow. âYou have to stop sneaking around.â
âI just wanted to see you. You know I canât go a day without seeing you.â He pouts again. âBesides, I donât believe in bad luck.â He wraps his arms around you.
âLike that time your car wonât start because we fucked in it?â You raise your eyebrow.
âThat was because there was an engine problem I ignored so it gave up.â He continues to smile and you canât help but copy it.
He starts kissing your neck. This is where you draw the line.
âBaby, I just got completely pampered and I donât want to sweat off all the things I just rubbed on me.â He pouts, you pout too. âDonât make this harder.â
âNothing is harder than I am right now.â His grin was back and playfully smack his shoulder. âBut okay, Iâm going, wifey.â You both cringe.
âSee you at the altar tomorrow, hubby.â You give him one last kiss and he leaves you.
You spent a year planning this wedding, and decided to âhold backâ from fucking for three months before the wedding. Youâre both so pent up but your nerves about the wedding preparations overpower your hunger for Jungkook until tonight where you almost lost it.
You stare at the white silk gown with a tulle trail and know that it will be worth the wait.
âI now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.â
Jungkook raises your veil and pulls you close by your hips, he dips you down and takes your first kiss as a married couple.
âI love you, wife.â
âI love you, husband.â
It was a rollercoaster ride with Jungkook. But it was the best ride of your life, and youâre never getting off.
Your romance started on the golf course, and you marry on the golf course.
You thank all your lucky stars that you practiced more than enough to hit a hole-in-one.
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A/N: Thank you so much to all who, like me, fell in love with this fic. As much as I love to continue with this story. the moments beyond this is up to you. I can say Hole-in-one is, so far, my best work. Your love and support tells me so.
Warnings: slight angst, secret keeping, oral (f), vanilla sex (?), jk rips another thong, spit kink unlocked
A/N: Jungkookâs âIf he wanted to, he wouldâ moment.
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âAnd the final touchâŠâ Your stylist sprays on the setting spray and a bit of glitter in your hair.
You stare at yourself on the full mirror, the deep velvet purple hugging your waist, the sweetheart neck pushing your âgolden globesâ (because they belong Jungkook according to Jungkook) together.
âYou look lovely, darling.â Your mom smiles as she stands behind you. âJungkook is gonna lose it when he sees you.â
âOh my god. Mom, please.â You playfully roll your eyes. Sheâs right though.
The charity ball is being held at one of Jungkookâs parentsâ hotels and your parents are this yearâs major sponsors.
Yesterday was graduation, you and Jungkook took photos like how all couple do. It was so cute that youâve already made it a wallpaper.
As soon as youâre ready you take your lilac shawl and drape it over your elbows. The lavender clutch in your palms. A little too much purple? Heck no. Its not even enough.
The place was packed with your neighbors, investors, prospect, and some relatives. Even Taehyungâs parents were here but he missed it by a day by going back to Paris.
You scan the crowd for Jungkook.
âLooking for someone?â You smile as you turn to see your âfreakishly handsome boyfriendâ (according to Jungkook).
Heâs dressed in a custom Dior suit. A purple crystal flower tucked in his coat pocket.
He scans your outfit biting his lip.
âWanna skip?â He asks and earns a smack to the head from his mother.
âAt least wait an hour before running.â His father whispers while, his mother just rolled her eyes gives you a hug.
âI do hope my grandkids take after you.â She side eyes Jungkook.
The mention of grandkids made you laugh nervously. Jesus, its only been six weeks.
The host announces that the program starts in a couple of minutes for the guests to settle.
Jungkook offers you his arm and you both walk towards the table to the front.
Most, if not all, eyes were on you two. Heirs to the cityâs biggest developers. Youâve heard the rummours, âarranged marriageâ âmarriage scamâ âdenying bankruptcyâ âthe jeonâs dowry moneyâ
It all ended up with marriage. Sure, you can see it happening but its too soon. Even Jungkook avoids the topic.
As soon as you settle at the table you share with your parents, the host welcomes everyone.
It was a talk about what the firm achieved, the items for auction, the progress of the charity. Its really something to be extremely proud of.
Your father finally took the stage.
He welcomes everyone and makes a speech about the future endeavors.
â⊠not only did I gain a new Interior designer, my daughter, YNâŠâ You stand up and wave to the crowd earning some applause. âBut I also gained a new architech, my future son-in-law, Jungkook.â Jungkook hesitates but his mother nudged him to stand next to you.
The announcement made you freeze, suddenly feeling covered in cold sweat but you smile through it as you clap for the man next to you. He smiles nervously.
When he wanted you both to be seen as a couple tonight, he didnât expect a marriage proposal from your own father.
Jungkook had no idea what he agreed to when your fathers asked him to join the firm. His parents bought and invested in properties while your family did the buildings and designs, it only made sense but he didnât think your father would make it this big of a deal.
As soon as your father leaves the stage and the silent auction began, you excuse yourself from the table, rushing to get some fresh air.
A series of congratulations met you along the way, all you could do was smile and nod. Doing your best not to be rude.
You try to tune out the noise, you can feel your name being called but you donât stop walking.
âYN!â Your fatherâs sister blocks you by the hall and hugs you. âCongratulations on your engagement.â
âAuntie, how are you?â You try to distract her.
âSame as always, drunk and single.â She laughs and abruptly stops. âGuessing from tour dadâs speech, you havenât told him yet?â
âNo and I will butâŠâ You sigh.
âYou should tell him, Spain can really spark up a lot of inspiration, when are you leaving?â She smiles then her eyes flicker to someone behind you. âThereâs my future nephew-in-law.â
You turn to see Jungkook who already had his eyes set on you. His breathing heavily at what he just overheard.
âKook.â You peep.
âYouâre leaving?â He frowns. Your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out.
âThis is my cue to leave.â Your aunt walks away slowly.
âKook, its just an internship.â You finally say.
âWhen were you planning on telling me?â His piercing stare drooped down and now he looks like a kicked puppy. Damn it, you just wanna kiss him right now.
âTomorrowâŠâ You step closer. âDonât be mad. I sent the application two months ago, I didnât expect to hear anything back. They reached out a week agoâŠâ
âA week ago? Baby, weâre together everyday and you didnât tell me?â He starts pouting.
âWe had graduation, the charity ball, my parents and then you with the firm. I havenât even told my dad yet.â You take his hands in yours. âI didnât know what to do with it yet. Is it the best program for interior design? Sure. Its it the only program? No. I was looking into some other options hereââ You were cut off by Jungkookâs lips.
âBabe, go for it.â He finally smiles, it was small and a bit sad but he does. âIâm just upset you didnât tell me. I had to overhear it from your aunt.â
âShe has an apartment there, I asked if I could rent it out for a couple of monthsââ Jungkook groans and his lower lip juts out even more. âAgain, still looking into it.â You kiss him again.
He sighs and holds your face with both hands. âBabe, do it. Come on, its Spain. The food, the architechture, the views, everything there screams beauty. Itâll be great.â He pecks your lips again. âDonât overthink it.â You smile.
âMy dad is going to be really really sad Iâm not gonna be joining the firm asap.â He lets go of your face and intertwines his hand with yours.
âHe will be. Iâm not gonna lie, my part in his speech scared me for a second.â He chuckles. But that didnât mean he was against it, he thought.
âYeah, I mean its only been six weeks.â You both slowly walk down the hall towards the balcony. âItâs not that Iâm not ready for marriage, I do love you but I donât think weâre far from there yet plusââ Jungkook stops walking. âWhat?â His eyes search yours.
âYou love me?â You stare into his soul and bit your lip.
âWell, shit. Kookie, you make me feel alive and seen. Youâre the best part about my day.â He pushes you against the wall, for anyone to see. He looks deep into your eyes.
âI love you. For a while now.â This time it was your turn to pout. She flashes you his bunny smile and you canât help but kiss him.
âOh dear Lord, at least get a room, honey.â Jungkookâs mother was standing to your left making you both stand up straight and hold back the giggles. âThis is a four star hotel, the beds here are top tier.â
âMother!â Jungkook scolds as his mom cackles just the way he does and turns away, waving us off.
He sighs and turns to you. The smirk you loved so much appearing on his face.
âWanna test it out?â He wiggles his eyebrows while your furrow in confusion. âThe beds, if theyâre top tier.â You smack his shoulder but grab his hand.
âLead the way.â You bite your lip.
Jungkook makes one call and youâre already being met by a hotelier at the elevator. It takes 10 more floors before it opens again, you shoot your mother a quick text about stepping outside with Jungkook.
By outside you mean inside a fucking suite. Jungkook tips the man before he shuts the door.
âNow, you donât even wanna fucking know what that dress does to me.â He slowly stalks towards you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
You drop your shawl and purse as you hastly chuck your heels to the side, waiting for him to get to you on the couch.
The moment he reached out for you, your lips lock together. Teeth and tongue clashing, battling for dominance which he always wins.
He picks you up and takes you to the bedroom. You try to reach for the zipper but he stops you by snatching your wrist.
âKeep it on, for now.â He whispers against your lips.
He sits on the edge of the bed lies back taking you with him.
âWanna taste you.â You mumbles and nudges you to sit on his face.
He wraps his hand on the band of your thong and you stop his wrist too.
âRip this and Iâm never wearing a thong again.â You warn and he smirks.
âWhy wear any at all?â He goes ahead and rips the bands.
âFuck, Jungkook. Thatâs so hot. But so damn expensive.â You whine. âWhy canât you take it off like a normal person?â
âBecauseâŠâ He completes his sentence by letting the tip of his tongue tease your clit. âI can buy you all the thongs you want just so I could rip them again.â Jungkook is smart but he can be a dumb hunk when horny.
âYou should just buy meâ fuck.â You were gonna tell him to buy you the entire store but then he starts to lap up your pussy. Tasting your sweet saccharine juices. Its as if heâs feeding off you.
His view was perfect, your tits nearly slipping out of your violet dress, your hair getting loose from the bun. Your lipstick smeared over your cheek, mouth wide open chanting his name.
He reaches up to grab your tits as he fucks your hole with his tongue. You instinctively move your hips over his face. The sounds make you feel wilder than usual.
âFuck fuck fuck.â Your thighs start shaking. âJungkook. Baby. Canât hold in.â You moan and fall forward, your hands landing above his head. You let out a long moan as you cum all over Jungkookâs face.
He gives you as second to recover before gently turning you both over. Your slick running down his chin. He hovers his face for yours, you lick up your own juices of his face and he found that extremely hot.
He slowly reached behind you to unzip your dress, heâs taking his time tonight. Kissing every section of skin that shows as he takes it off.
You sit up once youâre naked and take time to undo his pants too. Staring into each other. Your souls speaking to each other.
He leans down to kiss you again, soft this time. As if the world stopped and he wishes it does because right here with you is where he always wants to be.
Fully undressed he lays you back down he starts kissing your neck as he gently enters you, sighing at the intrusion. You may have been fucking several times a week but he still gives you a stretch.
Your fingers laced in his hair as he takes on of your nipples into his mouth, teasing both tits alternately.
âKookie, move.â You whine. He starts a slow pace, but even he has limits.
He starts catching speed. âFuck. Harder, please baby.â You moan. Begging over and over. âJungkook. Fuck, yes!â Your nails digging into his back, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he nips at your skin.
âSo fucking tight for me.â He groans through gritted teeth. âHoly fuck, babe.â He pounds into you.
Your back arched off the bed, heâs lifting you by the ass. Slapping your tits.
âOpen your mouth.â His wish was your command, he spits into your mouth. You moan, he feels you tighten around him. He smirks at the discovery of a new kink.
âYou like that, donât you?â He asks as he rams harder into you. âYouâre pussy takes me so well. So fucking perfect.â He places his hand on your throat. You fucking smirk.
He cuts off your air and you start shaking, your second orgasm ripping through you. He cums deep within your pussy.
He releases your throat as you both come down from your high.
He lands on top of you. Chest flushed against each other you can feel each otherâs heartbeats.
âShe was right, this bed is top tier.â You both laugh.
âI love you.â His lips tickle your neck and you giggle. âI love you, YN.â
âI love you, Jungkook.â You kiss him, over and over.
âHey baby.â He picks up the call. âI miss you.â Youâve just gotten off your shift and decided to go for a walk to your favorite spot.
âI miss you more⊠Namjoon asked me to go golfing today. I said I couldnât, not without you.â He says, you kick the pebble off the ground. You pout even though he canât see you.
Youâve been exploring Barcelona for a week now. The program is going very well. But this is the longest time youâve been apart since you started dating and it drove you both mad.
âNamjoon sucks at golf. Wish you were here, its getting cold.â You pout as you sit on the bench, admiring the Sagrada Familia.
âOkay.â He says before abrubtly ending the call.
Someone casually sat next to you, the familiar cologne making you grin. His arms wrap around you.
âIs this warm enough?â You turn to plant a kiss on his cold lips.
Of course heâd book a flight just because you joked yesterday that he should see your view from your favorite spot.
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A/N: Will end this with pt. 5. Please continue loving me.
Hi!! Happy Birthday!! đđ„č Youâre very much welcome! I was so torn if I should make other chapters but messages like yours is what kept me going! Part 3 is also up đ«¶
Warnings: Oral (m/f), fingering, car sex, superstitions, tiny bit of jealous Jk, mostly Simp JK, unprotected sex, just sex.
A/N: felt inspired by JKâs recent live so here we are. Enjoy
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âIf I make this hole-in-one, letâs go to the charity ball together as a couple.â Jungkook smirks and hits the ball. He was confident that he doesnât even look when the ball goes in so smoothly.
You on the other hand are smiling like an idiot.
Its been a month since you and Jungkook started dating but youâve been doing it lowkey. With the finals over and graduation is just around the corner, he wants to publicly announce your relationship by going to your parentsâ charity ball together. For the entire society to see.
Jungkook approaches you and bends over to peck your lips. You were about to speak when a cough interrupts your moment.
âSo this is why you donât ask me to play golf anymore.â Namjoon stood behind you two and frowns. âAuntie told me you and Jungkook would be here.â
âOkay, and?â You raise your eyebrows. His eye flicker between you and Jungkook standing very close to each other.
âWhat are you doing with my friend?â He finally asks and Jungkook drapes an arm around your shoulders.
âWeâre dating.â You answer simply and Jungkookâs chest swells with pride. âWhat do you want, Joonie?â
âJungkook, need a favor.â You groan and turn away, taking Jungkook with you.
âAha. My days as your wingman are over, Joonie.â He teases him with the nickname. âIâm like your cousin now.â His words make you blush.
âCome on. Youâre like the best wingman ever.â Namjoon groans. âThereâs this girl who DJs at this club. You know people there, just give me an opening.â
âAnd I told you, I canât. Plus, me and YN are going shopping tonight.â He shrugs. Namjoon groans in frustration.
You take pity in your cousin who is single as a pringle.
âYou can go.â You look up at Jungkook. âIt would be fun.â
âNah. I hate clubs, the only clubs I want are these.â He hugs his brand new golf clubs that he bought yesterday. âPlus, I got a hole-in-one. Donât I get my reward?â
âI thought your reward was the charity ball?â He groans. âOkay.â You tease.
âUgh. I hate you two. Come onnnnnn.â You forgot Namjoon was still there. âYou can tag along YN.â You contemplate.
âDamn. She must be really hot for you to let me join.â You turn back around to face him. âI guess we can go after shopping.â You look up at Jungkook.
âFine.â He pouts.
âWould you be angry if I just drove around the block then back to the club house because Iâm sure Henry or whatever can spare me a room?â Jungkook as his eyes glued to your legs. âBaby, youâre a sin.â His eyes finally met yours.
After shopping you both took an hour to prepare to get Namjoon a girlfriend. Or you hope its going to be a girlfriend.
You picked out a cute silver dress thatâs too short for Jungkookâs sanity.
âIf yoyâre the best wingman the way Namjoon says you are. We can be back at the club in an hour.â You trail your finger along his jaw before giving him a soft kiss.
He groans as you step away, he opens the door for you and you both drive towards the heart of the concrete jungle.
Namjoon had already chosen a VIP table near the DJ booth. His eyes light up as soon as he spots Jungkook approach with you right next to him.
âUgh. You guys look good. Its annoying.â He rolls his eyes but hands you two an amorito sour.
âOkay, you ready?â Jungkook drinks half his cocktail and stands up.
âWhat? No! Its too soon!â Jungkook sits back down and pouts. âDo you have a next appointment or something?â
âNo.â He continues to pout and you giggle at his cuteness.
âRelax.â You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. âLetâs have some fun.â
A tray of shots gets served at your table and youâre just as shocked as Jungkook. But hey, you havenât been out for a while.
The three of you took shots like actual college students. Jungkookâs hand sitting tightly in between your knees.
âJungkook. Go time.â Namjoon nods, you both look up at the DJ booth where they switch and the female Dj exits towards you.
âWhatever youâre gonna see. Its all for show.â Jungkook whispers before grabbing a shot glass and walks down crossing her and accidentally spilling the shot over her arm.
He doesnât apologize, instead he just walks away and you can see the dj mumble âassholeâ just then Namjoon approaches with a handful of tissues and strikes up a conversation with her. In a couple of minutes you feel someone sit next to you.
âIs it like a good cop bad cop sort of thing?â You ask before turning to see who sat next to you.
âI dunno.â The voice sounded different.
You turn to see Kim Taehyung, a highschool friend, you shriek and hug him.
âTae tae! When did you get back?â You start speaking french.
You both attended a private school in Paris but he pursued art there while you came home for college. Though you knew each other since you were kids, you only became close in highschool.
âA couple of days ago, Iâm in town for a relativeâs wedding. Fancy seeing you here, you hate clubs.â His arm was draped over the couch behind you.
Jungkook could see it from across the room, his stare is as sharp as a spear. The moment Tae tucks a hair behind your ear, he snaps. Angrily wading through the crowd on the dance floor before he finally reaches you both.
Tae looks up at him. âJungkook.â
âTaehyung.â The air suddenly felt cold. Your eyes going back and forth between them.
Taehyung was the reason Jungkook didnât make swim captain in 6th grade. Heâs pissed to this day. He was also the reason he didnât join the Paris program, he didnât want to be anywhere around the man.
Clearly you two became close while in Paris.
âTaehyung, you remember Jungkook, heâs my boyfriend.â The B word that came from your mouth made any anger from Jungkook dissipate.
âAh. Seems that I was too late.â He teases but you reach up for Jungkookâs hand. Taehyung took it as his cue to leave. âIt was nice seeing you both. If he ever breaks up with youâŠâ he locks eyes with Jungkook. âCall me.â Then looks at you.
You give him a small wave as he left, Jungkook takes his seat back. A grin on his face.
âYou called me boyfriend.â He wraps an arm around your waist.
âAre you not?â You bit your lip. But the expression on Jungkookâs face tells you he loves it.
âI most definitely am, girlfriend.â You both cringe and laugh.
You wait a couple more minutes until Namjoon gives a thumbs up while passing you both before you stood up and left.
âWell, that was fun.â You smile as Jungkook gets in the car with you.
âBut not as fun asââ Before Jungkook could finish his sentence youâre crossing the center console and sitting on his lap, landing your lips on his.
It was a good makeout session until Jungkook starts undressing you.
âWait. We canât.â You pull away from the kiss, his hooded eyes luring you in. He asks why, âItâs bad luck to fuck in a car.â
âSays who?â He chuckles. âIts not like anyone can see us.â
âI know and I really want to. But itâs bad luck. For the car, not us.â He full on laughs.
âI wanna test that now.â He continues to put both hands on your ass. âShit.â He curses when he feels you wearing a thong.
âFine. Its your car.â You crawl towards the back seat. âDo you want your reward?â You wink and he hastly follows you.
His jeep has a wide leg space for the back seat so there was no hurdle as you situate yourself between his legs. You tie your hair up in a pony tail and place his hand on it.
âShit. I donât think Iâll last long with you looking like a fucking goddess.â You smirk at his words as you finally take him in your mouth. âHoly fuck. You are most definitely a goddess.â You take him deep in your throat and swallow around him.
He groans deeply making your slick drip from your folds. You moan around him, you can feel his dick twitch on your tongue. You drag your tongue across every ridge and nerve, the slurping sounds echoing in Jungkookâs brain. Despite your ruined mascara, he worships how you take him so well. Whispering filthy things as he cums down your throat.
He pulls you by your pony tail, youâre facing the passengerâs side window, you feel his tongue lick your thigh all the way up to your folds.
âBaby, youâre dripping.â You chuckles. âWho did this to you?â He, again, rips your underwear off.
Thatâs the fifth time in the time youâve been together.
âYou.â You mewl and rest your head on the seat. âKookie, please.â Your breathing becomes ragged as you feel him tease your hole with his fingers. Pushing back towards him.
âEager, baby?â He bites your ass cheek as he plunges two fingers in you.
Heâs making you scream and moan, not giving a shit if someone passed by and heard you. Begging for more, his fingers have no mercy after adding another finger. He makes you fuck yourself on his hand and he revels in your reactions.
Your thighs start shaking, a sign that youâre close but just before you dive into your climax he pulls away.
âNoooooâFUCK.â Your complaint turns into a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rams his huge cock in you in one go. Your wetness making it easy for him to slide in.
He pistons in you, for sure someone can see the car shake but who the fuck cares anymore.
He takes a seat and you ride his huge cock facing away from him. You rest your hands on the front seats and give him something youâve always wanted to do. And honestly, it drives him mad.
You raise your hips and start fucking yourself on his cock. As if you were twerking on him.
The view of your ass bouncing makes him lose it. He gathers up some slick and spits on your ass, you look back at him as he teases your ass hole with his thumb. You push back and nod, giving him a go.
He lets out a rough exhale as he pushes this thumb into your ass. You moan at the intrusion but surprisingly, it feels good. Maybe its the alcohol , or maybe its just Jungkook but fuck you feel ecstacy.
Your entire body becomes sensitive as you reach your peak.
âBaby. So fucking close.â You moan and Jungkook meets your ass by thrusting up. His thumb still in there. The sensation pushes you over and youâre cumming all over his cock the same time as he paints your insides white.
Your arms give out and Jungkook catches you again. You both catch your breat before you crawl to reach for the wet tissues from the glove compartment. You clean each other up.
âSo⊠butt stuff.â You start and he chuckles.
âIts my first time too baby. Letâs put it on a shelf.â He kisses you deeply. Three words almost slipped out of his lips but he holds it back. Its too soon.
The next morning.
You both stand on the side walk, staring at Jungkookâs car as it gets towed. Apparently, it wonât start and its not because of the battery.
You open your mouth to say something but he shuts you up by kissing you. Out on the street. For your parents and the neighborhood to see. Both his hands on either side of your face, your arms wrapped around his waist.
âYes, you warned me. But it was so worth it.â He pecks your lips. âWe still have your car.â
âNope. Its bad luck. My baby cannot have bad luck.â He keeps an arm around your shoulders as you take a stroll down the road.
âSo, do you already have an outfit for the charity ball?â He asks and you nod.
You do hope he likes the deep royal purple gown you had custom made. It was also your graduation party after all.
