Summary: Jeongguk needs help mastering a skill he’s certain Seokjin excels at, but his oldest hyung has rather unique, hands-on teaching methods.
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Slice of Life AU, Cuckolding, Established Relationship, Boyfriend’s Best Friend, Fluff, Smut, Crack (if you squint)
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: unedited writing (!), awkward conversations, stuttering, anxiety, embarrassment, korean honorifics (aka alyssa’s barely concealed noona kink), boundary pushing. SMUT: kissing, cuckolding, mention of masturbation (m), oral sex (f receiving), voyeurism, fingering, spitting, hair pulling, orgasm denial, edging, lack of control, following instructions, cum eating, that’s it!
Author’s Note: hellooooo everyone!! it’s about time I post something for jinkook aka my favorite duo 🥹 this is pure filth and came to me one night in bed and wouldn’t leave my mind until I wrote it down. it isn’t very long but it doesn’t need to be to give you everything you could want from a smutty little one-shot involving two gorgeous men. enjoy, my friends!! oh and please excuse any errors hehe!
Jeongguk isn’t lacking in the experience department. He’s had many hookups, one night stands, booty calls, and even a situationship or two. The issue lies in the fact that amongst all those interactions, he’s never once taken his time. There might be brief foreplay, but he always finds himself rushing into the main event. He’s a busy man, after all, and the women he chooses are often fellow idols who have the same packed schedule.
So a year after completing his mandatory military service and in the middle of a world tour, he’s realizing he doesn’t have all the skills he needs. He’s never been in a real relationship for a multitude of reasons, but he’s thinking about it more as he nears his thirties. Meaning it’s time to learn all the tips and tricks for when the sex isn’t just a quickie backstage.
He knows exactly who to ask for advice. Who else but his oldest hyung, the one in a relationship lasting over half a decade.
You and Seokjin met while on vacation in Europe, even though you both hail from Korea. It was a fairytale meet-cute. You both stumbled into a bookshop to escape a sudden downpour and upon finding out you speak the same language, chatted for hours until the owner kicked you two out.
The rest is history, and you’ve become a staple in all their lives ever since Seokjin brought you to rehearsal for a formal introduction.
Jeongguk adores you. Not only because of your own kindness, generosity, and compassion, but because you make Seokjin undeniably happy. His hyung was going through a tough time when you met and Jeongguk’s sure you’re the reason he was able to recover.
He’s especially protective of his oldest brother. They’re extremely close, so Jeongguk knows firsthand that sometimes he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders without telling anyone. But he feels better knowing Seokjin has someone like you.
You don’t see one another too often anymore, unless you come to visit Seokjin or everyone gets together on a day off. But it’s always a good time whenever you’re around.
He’d never admit to his hyung, but you’re easily one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen. Of course, you are, because Seokjin’s breathtakingly handsome himself. That’s not to say Jeongguk has a crush on you, but he has thought about you with his hand around his cock a couple times.
It’s hardly his fault when his hotel room’s usually next door and he can hear your whines and moans through the wall. And based on the noises you make, it’s clear Seokjin knows what he’s doing in the bedroom.
Thus Jeongguk’s reason for sending a text at eleven in the evening asking him to swing by his room.
Seokjin arrives only moments later by ceremoniously throwing the door open and strutting inside. Jeongguk chuckles at the familiar behavior as his hyung crosses the room before plopping into the chair opposite his bed.
“What’s up, ya punk?”
Even when Seokjin’s teasing him, there’s always a lick of affection for the younger man in his tone. Everyone knows how much they care about each other; that’s why Jeongguk trusts him enough to ask for help in this department.
He practically raised him since he was a teenager, so it just makes sense for him to be the one to teach Jeongguk the ropes.
“I need your help,” Jeongguk admits from his spot on the edge of the mattress.
“With what?”
Seokjin relaxes into the lavish hotel chair, spreading his legs and resting his back against the cushions.
“Well, uh…” A nervous chuckle escapes while Jeongguk decides how to approach this. “I mean, you always satisfy Y/N, right?”
“I’m sorry?”
His hyung immediately sits up again with a furrowed brow.
“I don’t… I didn’t — ugh.”
Jeongguk rakes his fingers through his hair out of frustration with himself.
“Spit it out, kid, or I’ll smack it out of you,” he threatens, although still with a hint of fondness.
“I want you to teach me how to eat pussy.”
The silence that follows is so loud it could break glass.
Seokjin’s staring at him in utter disbelief; his eyebrows almost kissing and his mouth agape. Except only a second later, he bursts into hysterical laughter.
“Oh my fucking god!” He bellows while clutching his stomach.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines.
It takes some time, but the sound eventually slows to merely punctuated giggles.
“I’m not… laughing at you. I’m just… so… shocked.”
“Well, who else would I ask? Like I said, I know you take care of Y/N.”
“No, I know. I just never expected you to come to me for that kind of advice.”
He shrugs.
“If you wanna get better at something, you need a good teacher.”
Seokjin sighs and swipes at the corners of his eyes once the laughter finally leaves his system.
“So, you’re just trying to hone your skills or what?”
“Yeah. I’ve done it plenty of times, but never for that long and all without focusing on any technique,” Jeongguk explains.
His hyung thoughtfully nods as his gaze shifts towards the door.
“You know, it’s quite the coincidence you're bringing this up now,” he states.
“How so?”
The smile forming on Seokjin’s lips is eerily mischievous.
“Because Y/N just arrived an hour ago to visit for the month.”
Jeongguk’s face scrunches. He racks his brain for the reason you’d have anything to do with his request, but comes up short.
“Why does that matter?”
Seokjin chuckles like a sly, criminal mastermind.
“What better way to learn than by doing?” His blood runs cold, but before he can register his hyung’s movements, his phone’s already in his hand. “Angel?” He asks into the receptor. “Can you come next door to Jeonggukie’s room?”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk snaps through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”
All he does is wave him off.
“Nope, door’s open. See you in a sec.”
The line cuts and Seokjin smirks while leaning back in his seat again. It leaves Jeongguk even more confused about what’s happening. His older brother can’t possibly be alluding to… that, can he?
“Hyung —”
“Relax, Jeonggukie. It’s not like her and I haven’t done something like this before.”
“What?”
Seokjin rolls his eyes.
“Look, when you’ve been in a relationship as long as we have, there’s a level of trust that allows for experimentation without worrying about the consequences,” he answers. “We both know no matter what, we’ll always choose each other. So, why not have some fun while we’re at it?”
Jeongguk genuinely can’t believe what he’s hearing. Seokjin’s really just going to let him practice oral sex on you? It’s mind boggling because he could never share the person he loves with someone else. But his hyung’s always been far more gracious than he is.
There’s a quiet knock before you peer inside with a wave. Your boyfriend beckons you, leading you to sneak in and shut the door before waltzing over to him.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Seokjin greets you as you bend down to kiss him.
“Hi, handsome,” you chirp. “Hi, Jeonggukie!”
He gulps and tries his hardest not to choke while waving at you.
“Hey, noona.”
“So, what’s up?”
As if it’s the most natural act in the world, you sit on Seokjin’s lap and his hands curl around your body to rest on your hip and thigh, respectively.
“Well, Jeonggukie here was asking for advice and I think you can help me teach him some stuff.”
“What stuff?”
You chuckle as your eyes flit between the two men, your eyebrows high in curiosity.
“Do you wanna explain it, kid?” Seokjin asks.
His mouth goes completely dry and his brain feels like it’s about to explode. How will he ever look you in the eye again after this?
“Um, you see… uh, well…”
When you notice how uncomfortable he seems, you send him a warm smile and reach out to pat his knee.
“It’s alright, Ggukie. I won’t judge,” you assure him.
“I think you might, actually.”
It’s becoming increasingly clear poor Jeongguk won’t be able to voice his own needs aloud, so Seokjin leans over to whisper in your ear.
Jeongguk watches your face for a reaction, but it certainly isn’t as grand as he was expecting. After your eyes momentarily widen, you start giggling and stand up.
“Oh, Jeongguk, that’s nothing.”
His own eyes expand into massive saucers when you slip your hands under your denim skirt and pull your panties off. You shimmy the lace down your legs before kicking them off onto the floor, all while he nearly passes out from how fast his heart’s beating.
“Noona, you don’t have to do this,” he protests.
“Have to?” The confident smirk you’re sporting only makes you look sexier. As if that were possible. “Who says I don’t want to?”
“Well, I just —”
“Kid, I promise it’s fine,” Seokjin interrupts. “But we do need to lay down some ground rules.” Jeongguk nods assuredly. “Alright. You asked for my help, which means you’re going to follow my orders. But you also need to watch Y/N’s reactions to know what works and what doesn’t. So, your eyes will be on her and her eyes will be on me. Clear?”
After he nods again, your boyfriend looks to you for affirmation as well. Prompting your smile to grow as your eyes affectionately roll into your skull.
“Oh, please. Like I can ever look anywhere but at you.”
Seokjin smiles and gives your ass a liberal smack.
“That’s what I thought.”
This all still feels too surreal for Jeongguk. He’s known Seokjin since he was thirteen and you since his early twenties. Then again, maybe that’s why you both trust him with such a delicate situation.
“Are you sure about this?” He questions you two. “I don’t want to push anyone’s boundaries just for the sake of knowledge. I mean, I could just go out and practice with a stranger instead.”
Your eyes soften while his hyung’s smirk becomes incredibly fond.
“Ggukie, you know that wouldn’t be smart. What if they tell someone? A standard NDA’s only enforceable for five years,” you reply.
You’re an attorney, so you obviously know the ins and outs of these things.
He sighs, despite knowing you’re right. It’s just hard to shake the fear that doing this could damage something precious to him.
“Hyung.” Seokjin meets his gaze and gestures for him to continue. “This won’t come between us, right?”
Ironically, the older man is usually the more anxious one. Jeongguk often throws caution to the wind while Seokjin forces him to stop and think everything through. The role reversal does ease his mind a little. Because if his hyung’s so calm about this, he must be confident it’ll all turn out fine.
“C’mon, you know nothing could ever come between us.” He leans forward to rest a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be fun. You’ll see.” Before Jeongguk can burrow any deeper inside his own head, Seokjin turns to you. “Lay down on the bed, angel.”
You two share another quick peck before you sit on the mattress and scoot back until you’re right in the center. Jeongguk’s still at the foot of the bed, but he only has enough courage to watch you out of the corner of his eye.
He can’t see much yet since you’re resting on your elbows with your legs together. That is, until Seokjin moves his chair closer and makes himself comfortable.
“Spread ‘em, baby,” he instructs.
It actually shocks Jeongguk how quickly you heed the command. Whenever he’s around you and Seokjin, it’s always abundantly clear no one rules over the other. But it seems his older brother likes being in charge behind closed doors.
The less surprising thing is how fucking delectable you look laid out on his bed with your legs wide open. He initially tries to be a decent human by averting his eyes, but the temptation’s simply too much.
His throat feels like sandpaper as his eyes roam over your entire body. Even though you’re practically fully clothed, you look like the epitome of sin. Your pussy’s on display just inches from him, although he can’t see everything yet due to your skirt. But he can certainly tell how pretty and pink you are.
“Shit,” he sighs under his breath.
“Isn’t she perfect, Jeonggukie?”
Jeongguk nods as though in a trance and it causes you to giggle.
“You can come closer, Jeongguk.” His focus shifts to your face. “I won’t bite,” you tease.
As if your cunt isn’t enticing enough, your features are so fucking ethereal he genuinely worries this is all a dream.
“Hyung?”
He looks at Seokjin over his shoulder, silently asking for permission, to which your boyfriend replies with a curt nod.
There’s no reason to waste time. And truthfully, if Jeongguk doesn’t have his face between your legs within the next five seconds, he might go insane.
Alas, he doesn’t bury his nose in your pussy just yet. His first move is to turn around and crawl until he’s close enough to lie in the center of your thighs. He glances up to check for any signs of discomfort or protest, but you couldn’t look more content as you observe him inching closer.
“Can I touch you?” Jeongguk asks.
“Ask him.”
You gesture at Seokjin and that’s when Jeongguk realizes why his hyung’s so relaxed about the scene playing out. Because he’s the director of it with complete creative control.
“Go ahead.”
Jeongguk’s nervous as hell, but he doesn’t let it deter him from reaching out to shove your skirt past your hips before yanking you down the bed towards his awaiting mouth.
He doesn’t dive in right away, just begins with featherlight kisses along your inner thighs. Your skin’s so warm and soft it elicits a deep groan from his chest. Not to mention he can already smell your sweet arousal.
“First lesson is to go slow. It’s easy to make a woman come if you push the right buttons, but it’s all about how you push them,” Seokjin explains from behind him.
His lips are almost at your core, so he inhales in preparation.
“Fuck, you smell s’nice.”
It’s so quiet he doubts you hear him, especially when your attention’s on your boyfriend lounging in his chair across from you.
Jeongguk still can’t believe he’s about to taste you. His heart’s pounding like a drum and his mind is shrouded by lust and desire. But the excitement is short lived because Seokjin speaks again before he’s able to put his mouth on you.
“Touch her first.” A disapproving growl almost makes it past Jeongguk’s lips, but he manages to control himself. “You’ll be able to do a lot more with your tongue if you know the landscape.”
There’s a lot of willpower involved in following Seokjin’s order. All he wants is to lap at your cunt until he’s drowning in you, but he asked for help for a reason and disobeying would make it pointless.
His hand moves from your hip to your folds, spreading you open with two fingers so he can see your hole. Jeongguk doesn’t know if he’s ever seen such a gorgeous pussy before and watching your essence slowly leak out onto his fingers makes his cock strain against his pants.
He glides upwards to touch your clit next and your body jolts in response. It fills him with pride, even if he knows it’s just a natural reaction to stimulation. Your nub’s already swelling because of his exploration, so he pushes your hood back to get a closer look. A breathless moan accompanies the act and Jeongguk smirks when your cunt automatically produces more arousal.
“Don’t forget to tell her how pretty she is, Jeongguk,” Seokjin adds.
“You’re… fucking unreal,” he whispers in awe.
You chuckle following another soft whine.
“What you make a woman feel internally is almost as important as externally.” Jeongguk hums, only half listening because he’s too enamored by how your body responds to his touch. “Okay, you can use your mouth now.”
Without any hesitation, he replaces his hand with his mouth by wrapping his lips around your clit and gently sucking.
A loud, amorous whimper floods the air as your back arcs off the bed. Jeongguk has to tighten his grasp to keep you still, his fingertips digging into your hips and ass. Behind him, he hears Seokjin groan in pleasure and suddenly realizes his hyung’s getting something out of this as well.
“Oh, my god,” you mumble while lacing your fingers through Jeongguk’s hair.
He grunts at the pressure, sending a vibration straight into your sensitive nerve endings.
“Is Jeonggukie doing a good job, baby?”
Even though your hand’s in his hair and his face is stuffed between your thighs, your eyes are locked on Seokjin. It’s like there are two separate sexual encounters happening at once. A physical one between you and Jeongguk, and a psychological one between you and your boyfriend.
“Mmhm. Really good.”
Your answer encourages him to explore more of you, so he releases your clit before dragging his tongue up the entirety of your slit. The action makes your legs twitch on either side of his head as you moan again and tug on his scalp.
Jeongguk goes full throttle after that, enthusiastically slurping up your cum while soaking you with his saliva. He licks you with the flat of his tongue to cover as much surface area as possible, but eventually uses just the tip to fuck your hole.
Once his wet muscle sinks inside you, your noises double in volume and raspiness. He can also feel your thighs shaking beside his ears and knowing he has you in such a vulnerable state is driving him insane.
“Whenever you’re focusing on her cunt, use your nose to keep friction on her clit.”
Damn, he’s never even considered that before. He knew choosing Seokjin as a teacher would be worthwhile.
Following the instruction, Jeongguk begins moving his head up and down at the same pace as his tongue and you immediately whine over the new sensation.
You have one of the most sensitive pussies he’s ever touched. Everything he does causes your walls to pulse around his tongue and you’re only getting wetter by the minute. He absolutely loves it; thrives on how reactive your body is. Jeongguk himself adores praise and compliments, so you’re more than he could ever ask for.
Along those same lines, you seem to be pretty close to finishing. Your endless whimpers, trembling limbs, and creamy cunt all tell him it won’t be long now before you come on his face.
Except Seokjin must have a better idea, because as soon as your moans turn high-pitched, he throws out another command.
“Don’t let her come yet, Jeongguk. It’ll be so much better if you make her wait.”
“Jinie,” you whine.
When Jeongguk gazes up from between your legs, he finds you pouting at Seokjin, who clicks his tongue at your protest.
“C’mon, angel, I can’t teach if the lesson ends so soon.”
In order to do as his hyung says, Jeongguk removes his tongue from your cunt. But he stays close by gently kissing along your slit while wrapping his arms around your thighs to give himself more leverage.
He can’t get enough of feeling your soft skin beneath his fingertips. Seeing his hands splayed out across your legs, including the divots he creates from holding onto you, is beyond heavenly.
“Noona,” Jeongguk calls to grab your attention. Your eyes shift down in response and a small smile appears when you notice how shiny the bottom half of his face is. “You taste amazing.” Another kiss, right on your puffy clit. “I don’t think I ever wanna stop.”
You giggle.
“You’re such a sweetie, Ggukie.”
It’s embarrassing how bright he blushes over your compliment, but at least he can bury his face in your pussy again to conceal his reaction.
He quickly returns to his previous endeavor without worrying about disobeying Seokjin since you’ve had a minute to fall back from the precipice. But rather than continuing to lick you, he sucks on your clit as his tongue flicks back and forth.
Your body lurches and you cry out in pleasure, eliciting a low, eager groan from Jeongguk. His grip on your legs doesn’t allow you to move an inch other than squirming. Providing him with the perfect view of you trapped by his biceps while your chest erratically rises and falls. You’ve stopped looking at Seokjin as well, your head dropping down onto the pillows instead.
“If you want to make her last long, just keep switching between her clit and her cunt. Bring her close with one, then pull back and move to the other,” Seokjin narrates. “And when you’re playing with her clit, try different things. Flatten and swirl your tongue, draw shapes with the tip, spit, you can even use your teeth if you're gentle enough. But you hurt her and I’ll kick your ass.”
The craziest thing about his hyung giving orders is that despite speaking eloquently, his voice is strained because the sight of his girlfriend being eaten out by another man is turning him on.
Jeongguk can’t blame him, the sight of you lying on the mattress with your legs spread and head thrown back is probably sublime. Not to mention how erotic the visual of you shoving his face deeper into your pussy must be.
“Fuck, right there,” you moan.
Seokjin’s advice works wonders because you’re clearly enjoying the way Jeongguk alternates tactics with his tongue. He’s focusing solely on your clit at the moment, utilizing all the aforementioned movements to bring you right back to the edge. He rotates the order to keep you stimulated and you seem to especially like whenever he spits on your nub before circling it.
It’s obvious your orgasm’s approaching again, so Jeongguk waits until the very last moment to retreat towards your hole so he can deny you a release.
You whimper and yank on his hair, but you’re not the one in charge and Seokjin gave him specific instructions.
He edges you three more times by following his teacher’s wisdom. Every time you come close to a climax, he swaps from lapping at and fucking your cunt to wetting and teasing your nerve endings. By the time you’re nearing a high for the sixth time, you have tears streaming down your face as you ceaselessly pant.
“God, you look so stunning like this, baby,” Seokjin comments. “Doesn’t she, kid?”
Jeongguk’s been watching you the entire time and couldn’t agree more. Seeing you nearly fall apart on his tongue over and over again is making his dick twitch inside his pants. All he wants is to finish you off, but he’s staying patient for his brother’s signal.
Rather than stopping to reply, he merely groans and nods his head, causing his nose to brush against your swollen, oversensitive clit.
You loudly sob from the intense pleasure while your thighs quiver where they’re flanking Jeongguk’s ears.
“Please, baby, please,” you beg.
It's uncertain how long you three have been doing this. Jeongguk’s jaw is growing sore, so it must be a decent amount of time. He can’t imagine the overstimulation you’re feeling from being repeatedly denied an orgasm.
“Aw, you wanna come, angel?”
“Jinie…”
There’s a rustling sound and suddenly Jeongguk senses his friend moving closer. The next thing he knows, the bed dips and Seokjin appears in his line of sight beside you.
“You think Jeongguk can make you come?” You nod. “Yeah?” He glances down at the man in question, who’s still avidly swiping his tongue through your folds. “You know what to do?”
When Jeongguk hums, you wail and a fresh flood of arousal drips from your hole.
“Seokjin, I can’t.”
“I know, baby,” he pacifies you before turning his attention back to his younger brother. “You can break her off now. And don’t hold back.”
Those magic words are all he’s been wanting to hear since the moment he first tasted you.
He enthusiastically heeds the command by driving his fingertips into your hips and licking you with newfound fervor. His head bobs as his tongue pushes in and out of your cunt at an obscene pace. As much as Jeongguk doesn’t want this experience to end, feeling your entire body shake because of what he’s doing to you is so worth it.
You come only seconds later with a high-pitched, muffled, cry while your thighs lock around his head and your fingernails scratch his scalp. Jeongguk’s busy ensuring you meet a satisfying end, but when he gazes up again, he sees Seokjin zealously kissing you. His hands are cradling your face and it’s obvious his tongue’s far down your throat.
Perhaps that’s why you absolutely drown Jeongguk in cum that doesn’t stop even as your body begins to relax in his grasp.
Jeongguk takes advantage of your lengthy climax by swallowing every ounce of you he can, all while moaning over how amazing you taste.
The magical experience comes to an end when a new hand lands on his head and forces his face away. He could honestly cry at the thought of never getting to have you again, but he can’t let either of you know that.
“You enjoy yourself, kid?”
All he can do in his mystified state is aimlessly nod. It causes you to giggle, clawing Jeongguk’s attention back in an instant.
“Here, sweetie, let’s clean you up.”
You maneuver your leg around his body so you can hop off the bed and grab something before returning to clutch his face. There’s something soft and purple in your hand that you use to wipe away the essence staining his cheeks, mouth, and chin. Jeongguk doesn’t realize what it is until you shove the fabric into his palm and curl his fingers around it.
“What… you’re giving these to me?”
The lace underwear’s staring at him like he’s undeserving.
“So you have something to remember me by,” you explain with a wink.
Jeongguk scoffs in sheer disbelief.
“I don’t think I could forget you if I tried,” he counters.
“You better,” Seokjin sneers, but he’s smirking.
Your boyfriend helps you stand again and adjusts your skirt into a presentable position while you affectionately comb his hair back. You two then turn back to Jeongguk with intertwined hands.
“This was fun, Ggukie! We should do it again sometime.”
He genuinely can’t comprehend that he’s hearing you correctly.
“Yeah, just let us know if you need another lesson,” his hyung tells him.
“Uh, well —”
“Alright, alright! No need to be greedy, you little shit.”
You cackle at Seokjin’s familiar teasing as he pulls you towards the exit.
“Bye!” You shout between giggles.
“Bye,” Jeongguk whispers, his hand waving at you of its own accord due to his current lack of brainpower.
He flops backwards onto the mattress once you’re both gone while his mind reels over what just occurred. It’s almost impossible to believe, but the images replaying behind his eyelids aren’t just his imagination. Your flavor’s still lingering on his tongue and he can hear your whimpers ringing in his ear.
Maybe it was a terrible idea considering he’ll probably never not see you and want to shove his face into your pussy again, but he can’t bring himself to regret anything. He learned multiple valuable lessons and got to make a gorgeous woman come, so who is he to complain?
Your bodyguard is extremely overprotective, strict and cold. When you do decide that you're tired of your limited freedom, and seek someone to help with your sexual needs — He feels threatened and decides to help you with all that you need.
genre – bodyguard au, smut, fluff.
pairing – bodyguard jk x rich, bratty fem reader.
warnings in full chapter – explicit language, over-protective jk (he's basically her shadow), he kinda cock-blocks her, oral (both receiving), jk becomes pussy-whipped, he kinda slurps while eating, he nuts in his pants, man-handling, big dick jk, mentions of masturbation, fingering, titty worship, mentions of jk fucking her tits, creampie, handjob,, mentions of multiple rounds and orgasms, a whole lot of smut tbh, etc
wc – 8k+ (snippet is 2k+)
it's your friend's party on the weekend, and you're currently in one of the most expensive stores in town. you've been here for the past two hours, deciding on the perfect dress. Jungkook's now sitting outside the dressing room, waiting for you to show him the next dress.
it's been seven months of this, of him being your bodyguard. ever since your father had decided that his only daughter needed a big, strong, tatted man to keep her safe, Jungkook has been glued to your side. apparently he's the best in the business, he worked in the special forces, has experience in assassination. he's lethal, he's perfect. you hated it, hated him most of the time. but even so, you have to admit that Jungkook is excellent at his job.
you adjust the straps of the dress you've just slipped on. a skimpy red dress that hugs your curves tightly. you grin at your reflection, the dress is short, showing some cleavage, the back dips low. its so sexy and so perfect. not so perfect for your bodyguard's blood pressure though. and that's what makes it all the better.
"are you ready?" you, pushing the door open.
Jungkook is slouched in the armchair. his legs are spread out, elbows on his knees, hands supporting his face. he doesn't move at first and for a second you think he might've fallen asleep. how silly of you to think so, this man barely sleeps a wink since he's always too concentrated on keeping you safe. he drags his hands down his face and looks up, his eyes start at your feet and ascend upwards– up your legs, your thighs where the dress ends high, up your hips and waist where the dress is cinched. his eyes keep going, eyeing your breasts that are pushed up because of the dress. his jaw clenches and lets out a soft curse.
you give him a bratty smile, the one that always annoys him. "well? it's pretty, isn't it?"
Jungkook leans back in the chair, manspreading even more. he crosses his arms over his chest, causing his strong biceps to flex. he stares, eyeing you up and down.
"it's short." he speaks hoarsely. "too short."
you roll your eyes. "to you, everything is 'too short', 'too tight' or 'too revealing'. can't you just admit that it's nice?"
he stands up from the chair and towers over you. you can't help but let your gaze wander over his handsome features, to his chest where his tattoos peek out. Jungkook steps closer, so close that you smell his scent, it's so strong and masculine. it makes you lick your lips. he reaches down to touch the hem of your dress that sits high up on your thigh.
"you bend down in this and you're gonna flash people." he murmurs.
at the contact, your heart does a little flip. you swat his hand away lightly. "well it's not your job to worry about that. your job is to stand by and look scary, while I live my life how I want to."
his eyes narrow, but you catch the way his tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip. your mind wanders off elsewhere, to very dirty places.
"your father hired me because last time you were at a party, someone spiked your drink. so no, you're too reckless to live your life the way you want to."
you hate that he's right. you hate more that your father trusts Jungkook way more than he trusts you. you weren't a small kid anymore, despite the dangers in the world, you didn't need a bodyguard. you've thrown tantrums about it, but every time your father made it very clear that no matter what, Jungkook would be staying.
so you've endured seven months of it. seven months of having him drive you everywhere, having him stay with you at the club, at parties or events. seven months of him shutting down any guy who gets too close to you. one time, he had thrown you over his shoulder and carried out the club like a sack of potatoes when you continuously infuriated him. your friends watched in awe, wishing to be in your position.
sometimes there were nice moments, moments where he drives you to wherever you want to go, when he holds all your dozens of shopping bags, moments like now where he'd sit through your try on sessions and making him rate your outfits. once you had come out wearing an elegant gown and he came inside the dressing room to adjust some things for you. yeah, he's very hands-on with you sometimes.
you twirl slowly in front of him, wanting him to compliment your attire. "come on. be a little nice. is it nice? scale of one to ten."
Jungkook's gazes wanders over you once more. his throat bobs. "nine." he says, simply.
you raise your eyebrows. " a mere nine?"
"ten if you wear it with a long coat. or at home." he says.
you step closer, invading his personal space, the same way he often invades yours. "hmm, it's a good thing I won't be doing either of those things."
he stares down at you. "guys are gonna see you in that and forget their manners real quick." well Jungkook would never let anything like that happen. he'd never let anyone touch you. he's just saying that in hopes you won't wear the dress. the thought of guys ogling over you pisses him off.
"and you don't?" the question leaves your lips by mistake. you regret it when you see his eyes darken.
he leans more, speaking rough and low, almost teasing you. "I don't forget anything, princess. especially not my boundaries. unlike you."
your heart drops and heat creeps up your neck. you have an idea at what he's hinting at, but just thinking about it makes you want to jump off a building. months back, you had understood that Jungkook was too overprotective and you'd barely be allowed interactions with men. so you could never have anyone to satisfy you the way you craved. the only thing you could do to get a release was to please yourself. one night, whilst doing so in the dark with a vibrator between yours legs, you vividly imagined that it was Jungkook doing it for you. he was the most attractive man you had ever seen and as much as you hated to admit it, you had developed a crush on the brooding man. as you reached your orgasm that night, you had let out moans of his name. when you had come down from the high, your soul nearly left your body. Jungkook was standing by the door, shirtless in his boxers, prepared for bed.
you squealed and stuttered, asking him what's he doing here. due to the moonlight shining in your room, you could see him quite clearly. however you couldn't really decipher the expression on his face, it was blank as usual. he replied, telling you that he thought you were calling him. it was obvious what you were actually doing. you knew that Jungkook knew. perhaps some of your embarrassment eased, because upon glancing at his boxers, his cock looked hard as it stood up, a very obvious boner. it looked so long and big. your sensitive pussy throbbed at that, but the moment was too awkward. you told him to leave.
thankfully, neither of you have ever mentioned that night again. until now, until he's decided to hint at it.
you turn away abruptly, stepping back into the stall and slamming the door behind you. inside, you press your back against the wall and clutch your heart that beats rapidly.
when you emerge, Jungkook is holding your pile of discarded dresses, plus your bags from earlier. he looks so put together, despite the two hours of sitting here like a statue.
"decided?" he asks.
"yep. the red one obviously." you say, knowing it's the one he disapproves of the most.
he nods once then falls into step beside you as you walk toward the register. with his free hand, he places a hand on your lower back, guiding you.
once you're all done, he loads your bags into the backseat as you climb into the passenger seat. he gets into the driver's seat, starts the car and pulls onto the road. after a short moment, he glances at you. "home or you got more ways to waste my time today?"
you glare at him. "you're so annoying."
he hums before continuing the drive home.
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your friend, megan's party is in full swing. everyone's dancing, laughing, drinking. you're dancing with megan and the rest of the girls. you feel great, spending time with your girls, looking sexy in your dress. it almost feels like freedom. almost. every now and then, you look toward the bar area. Jungkook is there, of course. he's perched on a stool, holding a glass of something, just for show. his eyes scan the crowd, the exits and entrances before locking on your figure again. you stuck your tongue out at him once before turning back to dance with your friends.
a couple of girls had tried their luck with Jungkook, beautiful ones intrigued by him. however he barely acknowledged any of them. you had seen some of the interactions, feeling a sense of happiness.
after a long time, you leave your group and head over to Jungkook. without asking, you plant yourself on his lap. it's not weird, since you've done it a few times before. Jungkook doesn't mind it. you loop your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers brushing the back of his neck. one of his large hands settles on your lower back, his thumb caressing just above your ass.
you move your hands to play with his shirt's collar, or to caress his hard chest. you're so close to him that your cleavage is practically in his face, you feel his warm breath fan against you with every breath he takes. for a moment, neither of you speak. he stares at you, wondering what's going on in your pretty head.
"I'm going to the loo real quick." you finally say, "with the girls. we'll be back soon."
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow immediately, his protectiveness surges. "I'm coming with."
you groan and roll your eyes at him. "Jungkook, no. it'd be so weird if you follow a bunch of gurls into the restroom."
"I'll wait outside."
you pout, toying with his shirt buttons. "you're doing too much. seriously. I'll be fine. I've gone to the bathroom by myself millions of times before you existed in my life. just... wait here. please?"
he stares at you for a few seconds. you can see the internal war etched on his features. finally, he sighs reluctantly. "fine, but make it quick."
you beam and hop off his lap. his hand lingers on you for a bit before he drops it away.
"love you for this!" you say before heading toward your friends.
Jungkook watches you go, narrowing his eyes. he doesn't like this – he doesn't like being a part from you, doesn't like the way he let you talk him into staying put.
five minutes pass, then eight, then twelve. he's on edge now, something doesn't feel right. to make his worries even worse, he sees a glimpse of your friends in the crowd again. but there's no sign of you. he gets off the stool, moves through the crowd until he reaches your friends. when the group spots him, their eyes widen. he's the most attractive and alluring man here, so they let their eyes wander over him, appreciating the magnificent sight.
"where she is?" he asks, his voice clipped and urgent.
one of the girls opens her mouth, "she's upstairs with–"
megan elbows her in the ribs, hinting that she should shut up.
Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. you're upstairs with someone? he feels a chill run up his spine. he's a fool, he should've known that you were up to something. Jungkook is already weaving through the crowd and walking toward the staircase. he takes about four steps at a time, urgently needing to find you. once upstairs, he sees that there are multiple doors along the hallway. he pushes the first door open, he finds a couple on top of each other, he doesn't bother with closing it. the second door is empty. the third, he finds a group of guys gambling, they give him an annoyed look but Jungkook could not care about anything else this moment. his heart is beating way too fast in his chest. he opens many more doors, finding no sign of you. where the fuck are you?
finally, at the last door, he shoves it open harder than necessary and there you are. you're sitting on a couch with your legs crossed, your dress riding up even more. you're next to a guy who's got his shirt unbuttoned, he's sitting way too close to you, with a hand on your thigh. your faces are inches apart, as if you're about to kiss. but when you register the door being slammed open roughly, you jump and pull away from the guy.
"Jungkook?" your eyes widen, seeing the angry man at the door.
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Tags: Idol Jin × fem!reader| Established relationship | MDNI | Mature| Jealous Jin| Dirty talk| Make out in dressing room|
WC: 4.1k
A/n: The smut isn't extensive as it originally wasn't planned that way but I got carried away. Jealous Jin has got to be my favourite. Apologies for a late update, life gets in the way of writing. Either way I hope you enjoy jealous Jin as much as I do.
What happens when you compliment the boys and Jin can't stand and watch.
It was awkward for you when you first started dating Jin to interact with people close to him. It was a natural reaction honestly because he was surrounded by famous people all the time, something you weren't which anyway wrecked your nerves and second Jin was very close to members, they were his second family and you were always afraid of not making a good impression on the members or getting on their bad side. So, at first you kept your distance but it was Jin who insisted to at least try talking to them. In his words,
"they're not that scary, wild but not scary. They're just like me."
So you did give it a shot, you tried and it took you a couple of attempts but eventually you fostered a relationship with each of them over the year that was unique to you.
You got along best with Namjoon since you both liked to read which gave you both a lot of talk about, you shared recommendations, talked about trashy shows and movies and sometimes just weird things like what's the most useless superpower in the world.
Likewise you got along with Jung kook over anime though you watched them pretty less but since you were younger than most guys in the group, your bond with him was similar to his and Jin's.
With Suga it was similar to that of Namjoon minus the book talks, Hobi and you were coffee partners (you don't even remember how that happened), Jimin was definitely your gossip partner, he always had gossip and otherwise loved to hear your office gossip but your bond with Taehyung was the most unpredictable, but it all changed one day when you complimented Tae's vest when Jin wasn't present there.
"Hi Tae," you said as soon as you walked into the room, trying to pass a comfortable smile.
"Hello. Where's Jin hyung?" He asked almost immediately going back to mindlessly scrolling through his phone. It wasn't that Tae wasn't friendly, quite the opposite, he was a lovely guy but Tae liked silence more than chatter as you heard from Jungkook, so you backed off from trying to force him into conversations he wouldn't like.
"Ah, he's just coming. He hasn't arrived yet. I just stopped by to give him this," you show the bag in your hand which had Jin's jacket he left in your car.
Tae nodded, then he suddenly questioned, "I heard you're editing a video of some other band?"
You nodded. You were a social media manager here for a new girl group so it consisted of you editing some content sometimes.
"I am, it's a bit difficult because the takes aren't perfect and there's a deadline to the post."
Tae nodded again. You noticed the room fell silent again and you would have left it if it were not for Jin's words ringing in your head. So you tried again, this time you thought since you didn't know Tae well, it would just be the best to compliment on the vest that he was wearing.
"That's a gorgeous vest by the way, one you're wearing. Quite unique."
His eyes immediately lit up.
"Really? You do?" He had the most beautiful, boyish smile you could have ever imagined. A part of you wondered if you found the key to become friends with him.
"I do. It's very beautiful. Not everyone can pull off the colours on it." You reciprocate with an equally warm smile. He got up from where he was sitting, approaching you.
"Thank you so much. It is a difficult colour combination. It was my grandma's last gift she got me before she.." you didn't need him to continue the sentence. You knew about it.
You almost involuntarily reach his arms gently and offer a warm smile, "I can see that she had a beautiful vision."
The compliment melted him completely and somehow it made it so easy to talk to him. Until Jin arrived, you stood there talking to him about him and his plenty of other fashion things he liked wearing, talking about his grandmother, the most absurd fashion choices you guys made when you were younger.
The conversation came to a halt when Jin came and simultaneously you got a call from your manager to report back to work. You barely were able to say goodbye to either of them before rushing back to work. When Jin asked you at night what you and Tae talked about, you just told him vaguely that you talked about clothes.
That's how it became a ritual to compliment whenever you two met each other. At first Jin didn't notice it, he was just happy that you were finally able to communicate with Tae but he slowly started noticing how Tae would smile a little too much while talking to you.
"Baby, can I ask you something?" Jin asked one day while you were in his kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You hummed in response.
"What do you and Tae actually talk about?"
Obviously you were a little surprised as to why Jin was asking but you also didn't pay heed to his question as such, you assumed it was just his curiosity.
"Well, it's just stuff. We talk about clothes, fashion, how with girl groups it can be really different. I remember we once talked about his family but usually just fashion. Can you believe he genuinely asked me the other day if a gold accessory suits him better or silver? Tae asked me that! It was genuinely surprising especially when he's got such a good fashion sense." You replied turning around in his hold, wrapping your arms around him.
Jin was a little amused, "his family, really? You guys must be closer than I thought."
You smiled proudly telling him you hit a jackpot making friends with one of the most handsome people in the industry. Safe to say it offended him a little but he also quite agreed that Tae was indeed pretty handsome,
"not more than me obviously," that was Jin's final words on that.
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As time went on, compliments grew more comfortable and obvious to everyone around.
"That's some really nice jacket Y/n, people are going to feel threatened here."
"Ah Taehyung, killing with those hair, aren't you? Too much for the world to handle."
"Y/n, seriously? I didn't think anyone was going to beat my outfit today but clearly no one can beat your overalls."
"Saw that jacket on a model yesterday but our Tae certainly wears it better."
This kept going on for months until one day Jungkook asked you about it, so you just told him the truth, that was how you connected with Tae the most, even Hobi asked you if your compliments were only reserved for Tae to which your response was to shower Hobi with compliments making him giggle.
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"Y/n, bandana on or off?" Tae asked randomly while you were hanging around their practice session.
You thought for a moment and then told him it was better with the bandana.
"I knew I could trust my partner on this." Tae meant it as a joke. By partner he meant, fashion partner and you knew about it but little had you known that Jin was standing around the corner listening to you two talk. He wasn't eavesdropping, he just came by to get a bottle of water and heard Tae say "partner" which struck him weirdly.
Namjoon who was sitting on the floor besides Tae suddenly interjected, "seriously are you always just going to compliment him? I wore a nice hat today, aren't you going to say anything about it?"
You looked at Tae and he comically came and threw his arms around your shoulder, minding a significant gap between the two of you so that neither of you felt uncomfortable.
"She only compliments me. Isn't that right, partner?" Tae held his hand up for a high five. Laughing you give him a high five.
"Sorry, Joon, compliments are our thing."
You were still laughing when you noticed Namjoon's eyes falling behind you and you instinctively turned around to look behind you and saw Jin standing a little too close to you.
"What are you guys talking about?" He suddenly asked.
"Just how Y/n and I only compliment each other, it's kind of like a thing between us, isn't that right Y/n?" Tae said with a smile.
"Of course. He compliments me, I compliment him. Like today he complimented my necklace and I complimented his shirt." You tell Jin.
"But seriously though, can't you compliment my hat?" Namjoon asked again, his lower lip puckering out for attention.
You chuckled and shook your head, "don't try to wiggle your way into our thing."
Tae laughed nodding but then you felt a hand holding your waist tight enough for a pull.
"I didn't know you went about complimenting the boys." Jin finally said something. It was his hand holding your waist tightly which pushed Tae's hand across your shoulder to fall completely.
"Well mostly just Tae but sometimes I've complimented Hobi as well."
When you get a proper look at his face you realize his face was tense even though he was trying to keep a straight face. You instantly worried if it bothered him.
"Hyung, it's nothing serious, that's just how we bond." Tae clarified, maybe he noticed Jin's hold on you which made him stand further away from you.
Reading the room, Namjoon also got up and went to Yoongi, leaving the two of you alone. That's when you finally talk to Jin properly.
"Jin, does it bother you?" You asked calmly.
At first he didn't say anything for a moment but then he said, "Of course not, why would it bother me that you compliment Tae or Joonie or Hobi. I just didn't know you were this close to the guys."
"Are you sure? You seem a little tense?" You were failing to understand if it didn't bother him then what elicited this reaction out of Jin that drove everyone else away.
"I'm sure, I just noticed it today, that's it." He replied trying to reassure you.
"Back to practice! Everyone round up." Unfortunately before you could talk further, practice resumed leaving your conversation unfinished.
Throughout the practice as you stood around, all your focus was on Jin and wondering exactly why he was still so tensed. Even during practice he made a lot of mistakes and missing his cues. Until last night, even till the morning everything was fine then why was suddenly being out of place.
And because Jin messed up during practice he was forced to redo choreo alone during breaks which allowed you to talk to Tae and other staff more about trends and tik toks they could shoot but even when you turned to notice Jin he was somehow aggravated.
"What's up with Hyung?" Tae asked as you both watched Jin.
You shrugged, "I have no clue."
"Did you guys fight or something?"
You shook your head, "everything is perfectly fine. We hardly argue anyways but he's suddenly so tense."
What you didn't realise was Jin's attention on you and Tae through the mirror which infuriated him for some reason. He kept messing up the more he looked at the two of you talking. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that you were talking about so much for. How come he hadn't noticed you guys were close enough for Tae to put his arms across your shoulder or for your relationship with Tae to be close enough to notice little details about each other. Jin didn't like whatever he was feeling, he couldn't help but want to get in between the two of you and listen to what was so interesting that you kept laughing every two seconds.
"Jin, what's up with you? You were doing fine just before." The instructor called him out.
Jin apologized for his mistakes and requested a short break, a request that was granted because he had constantly been practicing for 2 hours.
But the moment the request was granted Jin walked across the room towards you and leaned in.
"Can we talk outside for a bit?"
You were puzzled but you agreed, following him into an empty changing room. The moment the door closed behind you, you were pushed against it and you felt Jin's lips on yours.
Usually Jin was very soft with you, kissing you slowly, driving you slowly towards an edge but this was nowhere close to soft. It was rough. It was demanding. This was bruising. He was kissing you with a force that you had never felt coming from him. It was needy, desperate like he needed you right then and there. His hands were everywhere, in your hair, on your back, pulling your waist, on your neck, pulling your body close enough that even air could not escape you. He kept tugging your lips and then deepening it by running his tongue across your lips. The moment you moaned into the kiss, his tongue pushed past your lip and ran across your tongue. He was battling with your tongue, making sure you knew exactly what his mouth was capable of.
When you finally separated for air, you finally ask, "Baby, what's up with you? Someone could literally enter right now."
Jin shook his head, "Just need you." That was all he said before he pulled you in for another kiss before you could even protest. He kissed you again with passion, in his changing room, against the door even though your moans could be heard on the other side of the door but that didn't stop him, he kept going and going until there was a knock on the door that only you heard.
"Jin, the knock-" he kept kissing you though so you tap his shoulders again to no avail. You had to push him away a little to separate him from you. His heavy lidded eyes open, mixed with lust and hunger for you.
You run your hand through your clothes, straightening them out before turning around to open the door enough to peep out to check who knocked.
It was one of the staff.
"They're calling for Jin."
You nodded telling her that he'll be right out.
When you do turn around Jin was still looking at you.
"They're calling for you." You tell him.
But he brings his thumb closer to your lips and grazes it, "your lipstick is all smudged."
You freeze for a second at his gesture then ask, "Are you sure you're okay-"
"Can you come over tonight?"
He interrupted you again. What was going on with him? Why was he being so- desperate? Like he couldn't keep his hands off you.
"Can you just tell me first what's going on?"
But he kissed your cheeks and said, "I'll make dinner."
With that he left straightening his clothes and hair, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions and heat running through your body. You hadn't realized how turned on you got by his sudden actions until you were left alone in the room with your legs feeling wobbly as an aftermath. You stay there for a bit, evening out your breath, checking yourself out in the mirror before you walk out as well into the practice room.
All you hoped was that no one would find out about your little make out session in the changing room.
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You couldn't wrap your head around your steamy little session in the changing room today. Jin has never lost his composure, not in public. He has never kissed you at the company, ever, then why did he suddenly kiss you today?
You ring Jin's doorbell, expectantly waiting for him to open the door.
You were welcomed by a fresh out of shower Jin wearing his grey hoodie and sweatpants, momentarily making you forget all your thoughts from the afternoon.
"Jin, what came over you today?" You ask as you follow him into the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" He questioned back without turning to look at you and going back to stirring whatever he was cooking.
"You know exactly what I mean. You've never kissed me at the office. You could get caught and if it gets leaked you know how much of a problem that would create."
You were serious. For now everything was hidden, only members and few of your friends knew about it but nobody outside of it.
He didn't reply instead he bought closer to your mouth spoonful of soup, "Can you taste this for me?"
You reluctantly taste it, moaning at the soulful taste of the soup. Jin chuckled at your moan, shaking his head.
"Should I make it more spicy?" He asked and you shook your head, telling him it was perfect as is.
You ultimately decided that it was best to talk about things after dinner.
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Finally after dinner you were waiting for Jin on the sofa to continue watching the show you guys had started, maybe even talk about the afternoon when your phone suddenly rang up with a notification. You pick your phone to check it was Tae's message. He had attached a video to ask you if you could shoot with him tomorrow.
You were only midway texting back when Jin sat down next to you, his arms immediately closing around you. You smile at the warmth of his body.
"Who are you texting?" Jin asked snuggling closer to you.
You momentarily turn your attention to him before replying, "Oh, it's Tae. He apparently wants me to shoot with him tomorrow."
You feel him getting tense against you, "why is he asking you?"
You shrug still replying. Jin certainly didn't like the attention with which you were responding so he closed his palm around your phone, hiding your screen beneath it.
"Babe, I'm texting," you whined trying to loosen his grip around your phone.
"Exactly, and I'm here next to you. Can't you focus your attention on me?" He took your phone away from your grasp, landing it behind him and pulling you closer with a gasp.
"Jin-"
"Do you really have to text him back right now?" His hold on you was tighter now. His face leaning closer to yours, heading towards your neck.
"I'll just take a second." You try to tell him but your eyes flutter with the way his lips found a way into the crook of your neck. He was kissing your neck now, his lips nipping softly at your skin there. Your hand by default grasps the hoodie he's wearing.
"Why is all your attention on Tae today? Can't you just spend time with me? Focus on me?" He asked, his voice low as still kept kissing down your neck.
"Babe- it'll just take a mom-" but you end up moaning when his lips suck at the spot behind your ear that drives you crazy.
"Just focus on me. You're with me right now. Why can't you give me all your attention? Why are you still texting him when I'm right here?" You barely register his words when he keeps kissing down your neck but some of it made sense to you.
"Why do you keep complimenting the boys? Laughing at their jokes? Having things you only share with them. Save them for me, baby, just me."
And then it hit you, he was jealous. He was being clingy and desperate because he was jealous.
You smile to yourself and allow your hands to slide under his hoodie, "Does my talking to the boys make you that jealous?"
He moaned against your neck pulling you on top of him, "I can't help it. Didn't like it when Tae kept making you laugh instead of me. When he kept calling you partner. I should be the only one calling you that."
You gently pull back, your hands travelling to his neck forcing him to look into your eyes.
"You're jealous because I laughed at something he said?"
He nodded making a move towards your lips but you stopped him by pressing down on his shoulders.
You clicked your tongue, "that's why you got all desperate and needy in the changing room."
Jin's hand resting on your ass leaves to pull your face down by your neck.
"Wanted to kiss you right there, have you right there. It took everything in me to not bend you over right there but I only wanted your moans for me." He tugged you closer to him, his lips hovering over yours.
"How could you let Tae touch you when I was right there? He put his arms around you and you let me watch. Baby, you have no idea how it drove me crazy." And then he kissed you before you could defend yourself.
He didn't wait for you to adjust to his pace, instead he grabbed your body and pushed you down over the couch. His mouth never leaving yours as he ruts his body against you. You moaned as his teeth nipped at your lower lip.
"Think you need a little reminder that I'm your man. Your only man."
And he attacked you again. He doesn't let any words pass through your lips before he's kissing you everywhere. Reminding you exactly what he can do to you. He kisses you like a possessive man, like a predator, hungry, fatal for you.
And then he went down on you like a starved man. He didn't just eat you out, he devoured you from the inside while you kept shaking but he didn't stop.
"One more, baby, just one more." He kept saying.
He liked overstimulating you, driving you closer to the edge then denying you orgasm until you were crumbling mess over his sofa. He made sure your legs kept spread out for him, only for him, that only his fingers were reaching that spot that made you see stars. He kept making you cum over his fingers and his mouth until he needed to be inside you.
"fuck- baby- just like that," you encouraged him with every push.
He wrapped your legs around his torso allowing him to dive deeper inside of you, "fuck- you think I'd let anyone hear you moan for them. No, it's all for me. All your laughs, all for me."
"Yes- all for you baby, only for you." And every time you said it, it spurred him on even more. He'd pick up his pace, thrusting inside of you roughly.
"Could have fucked you right there today but needed you like this, all wet and messy under me, making a mess all over my place." He moaned into your ears.
"Needed to hear you scream my name, only for me."
His words drove you to the edge again.
"If this is how- ugh- fuck- you get after being jealous, I should make you jealous more often." But that only resulted in him flipping you over and pushing into you hardly, all the while his hands circled your clit as if he was punishing you for something making you scream louder for him.
"Try it baby, try it. Then I won't stop fucking even if someone knocks then. Someone could walk in but I'll still fuck you, like this," emphasizing with a push. His possessed words rang in your ears until you were a whimpering mess, falling over his couch.
It took a couple more thrusts until you both came all over the sofa.
Once he pulled out of you, he collapsed on top of you, his lips kissing you softly, all his lust replaced with the sweet, gentle Jin you knew.
"I'm sorry if I was a bit harsh."
You giggle, running your hand through his hair, "I think I should make you jealous more often now."
Jin pulled up pouting, resting on his arms to look at you, "please don't. I don't think I have it in me to watch someone else being all over you."
You gently cup his face, offering a smile, "You've got nothing to be worried about. I only love you. Besides nobody makes me laugh as much as you do."
He smiled and leaned down, kissing your nose, "I better be the only one making you laugh."
"Hmm, I mean Tae has his moments you know-"
But before you could finish that sentence he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulders and walking into the bedroom.
"I think you need a round two to remind you again who's the funniest."
Hiee, I recently read a office au fic, where jk and the reader are co workers. Would loveeee to read more fics in this au, since many fics are just ceo jk trope. Anything with this trope would be So cute >-<. 💌
Out of Office (And Into His Bed)
Summary: You and Jungkook have always been "just coworkers"—or at least that's what you keep telling yourself. While the rest of the office can clearly see what's between you, you're too afraid to admit your feelings.
Pairing: coworker!jungkook x f!reader
Genre: coworkers to lovers, office au
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, slight possessive behaviour, dirty talk, rough sex, penetrative sex, creampie, degradation, slight tit play, ass slapping, fingering, male receiving oral, multiple orgasms
wc: 5.5k
A/N: Thank you so much for the req! Sorry if this is a bit rushed, my brain has been malfunctioning lately, but I hope you still enjoy <3
The office is always loud in a quiet kind of way.
The printers hum, the sound of keyboards clicking, and someone is always arguing over email formatting like it’s a life-or-death situation. The smell of coffee is strong, with a slightly burnt scent that lingers in the air like a permanent resident.
It’s the same every morning. Predictable and manageable.
You walk in and immediately hear laughter spilling from the far corner like spilled ink. You don’t even need to look to know who it is.
“—I’m telling you, that font choice was criminal.”
“That’s not a crime,” Namjoon replies, calm but clearly fighting a losing battle against the caffeine deficiency in his voice. “It’s just bad taste.”
“Same thing,” Seokjin insists, dramatically offended on behalf of design everywhere, hand pressed to his chest.
“I liked it,” Jimin chimes in, smiling with that dangerous, innocent sweetness.
“You would,” Yoongi mutters, not even looking up from his dual-monitor setup.
“That’s rude.”
“That’s honest.”
You shake your head, trying to hide your smile as you navigate the narrow aisle past their cluster. You’re already thinking about the mountain of spreadsheets waiting for you, but then—
“Rough morning?”
Jungkook is already leaning against your desk, looking like he owns the square footage. He’s got that relaxed, lanky posture that makes your breath catch in your throat, his phone tossed carelessly onto your desk surface.
You set your lukewarm coffee down with careful precision. “Define rough.”
He studies you for a second, his dark eyes tracking the concealer under your eyes and the way your ponytail is slightly loose. A knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his perfect mouth.
“You haven’t taken a sip of your coffee yet.”
“…And?”
“And that’s concerning.”
You roll your eyes, grabbing the cup just to prove a point, taking a long, deliberate sip. “Maybe I’m pacing myself, Jungkook.”
“Or,” he says, pushing off your desk, taking a step closer to you, “you’re just exhausted.”
You glare at him, but there’s no real heat in it. “Why do you sound so pleased about that?”
“Because,” he says, stepping into your personal bubble just enough to make your pulse jump, “it means you might actually accept some help today.”
You scoff, sitting down as you turn towards your computer. “I don’t need help.”
“Sure you don’t.”
Behind him, Hoseok, who is the human equivalent of a surveillance camera, calls out, “She definitely does, Jungkook. I saw her staring at the same file for ten minutes yesterday. It was painful to watch.”
You whip your head around to stare at your other coworker, “You were watching me?”
“I observe everything,” Hoseok says, tapping his temple, with a wide smile, the same one he always has.
“You’re creepy,” you mutter, turning back around to face Jungkook.
“Helpful,” Hoseok corrects.
Jungkook just laughs, a melodic sound that vibrates right through your veins, making your chest warm and heavy. His gaze stays locked on you, “Offer stands. If you need me.”
You nod, turning back to your screen, acting like it doesn't matter. Like you don't feel his stare burning a hole in your shoulder blades for a solid minute after he walks away.
You and Jungkook are just coworkers.
That’s the mantra. The holy gospel you repeat to yourself in the elevator. Just coworkers who always end up sitting in the same row of cubicles. Just coworkers who somehow find themselves in the breakroom at the exact same time every day, like your internal clocks are synced to the same frequency.
Just coworkers who get relentlessly teased by everyone else.
“You two are actually predictable,” Seokjin says, sliding into the chair beside you in the breakroom, abandoning his own lunch to join the fray. “Same time, same table, same everything. It’s pathetic.”
“It’s called routine,” you reply, stabbing at your salad, reluctantly eating it even if all the teasing has made you lose your appetite.
“It’s called a pattern,” Jimin adds, popping a grape into his mouth with a grin.
“A suspicious pattern,” Hoseok agrees, tapping his spoon against his bowl.
“Can you all relax?” you sigh, feeling the heat creep up your neck, you straighten your posture, cracking your neck as you try to make yourself more comfortable.
Across from you, Jungkook looks entirely unbothered, his ramen steam curling around his face. “What?” he says lightly, eyes dancing. “They’re not wrong.”
You blink at him, jaw slightly agape, shocked. “You’re supposed to defend me, you traitor.”
“Why?” he asks, leaning his chin on his palm, staring right at you. “I like our routine.”
Your stomach does a backflip. You focus intensely on a stray piece of lettuce. “It doesn’t mean anything,” you mumble.
“Mm,” Yoongi hums from the next table, not even looking up from his book. “Sure.”
Namjoon doesn’t even look up. “Denial is a powerful thing. It’s also very loud.”
“I hate all of you,” you announce to the table, grabbing your lunch as you throw it out.
Jungkook just laughs under his breath, and when you glance at him, he’s already watching you with that soft, dangerous look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel like the only person in the room.
You swallow your feelings down, forcing yourself to shake your head as you smile at him, just how a coworker would.
Everything shifts the day you’re assigned the project together.
“Deadline’s tight,” Namjoon says, dropping a file on your shared desk. “You two will handle the cross-department integration. Get it done.”
You nod. Jungkook nods.
Behind you, Seokjin whispers, “Finally.”
You ignore him, but the air in the office suddenly feels thinner.
Working together shouldn’t feel different. But it is. It’s quieter, even when the hum of the office is at its peak. The space between your chairs seems to shrink every hour. Your conversations aren't just about data anymore; they're about the way he drinks his water, the way you chew your pen when you're stressed.
“Move,” he murmurs, nudging your chair with his knee so he can angle his monitor toward you.
“You’re invading my space, Kook.”
“You invited me,” he replies, his voice steady.
“I did not—”
Your arm brushes his. The contact is electric, it feels like a jolt that freezes the air in your lungs. You both pause, just for a heartbeat, two people caught in something they’re too afraid to name. Then, you both pull back, staring at the screen, pretending you didn't just feel the world tilt.
The later it gets, the more the office sheds its layers. The hum of the printers dies. The clatter of keyboards ceases. One by one, the others pack up.
“Don’t stay too late!” Hoseok calls, grabbing his coat.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Seokjin adds, winking.
“That doesn’t narrow it down,” Yoongi mutters, trailing behind them.
“Fighting~” Jimin says, a little too sweetly, and a little too deviously.
Then, it’s just you and Jungkook. The silence is heavy, draped over the desks like a blanket. Accidentally, you let a sigh slip from your lips, brushing back the hair that fell from your ponytail.
“You always do that,” you say quietly, your voice sounding small in the empty room.
“Do what?” he asks, cocking his head.
“Stay. Even when you’re done.”
He leans back, his chair creaking. “So do you.”
“That’s different.”
“How?” he asks, his dark eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “It just is.”
He studies you for a long moment, the blue light from the monitor casting shadows across his sharp features. “Have you ever thought about it?”
“About what?”
“This,” he says, gesturing vaguely between you. “Us. Spending every hour in the same room. The way we look for each other the second we walk in.”
Your heart stumbles before you can even stop it, it almost felt like you dreamt those words, as if they didn’t really come out of his mouth. “We’re coworkers, Jungkook.”
“Right.” His face drops, and you can see it clear as day. The word feels heavy, like a stone dropped in a well. You already regretted saying those words, but now you feel even more terrible.
He exhales, a ragged sound. “Forget it.”
But you don’t forget. Not even when you go to bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The next day’s a disaster. Not because anything happened, but because the silence is screaming. You and Jungkook have barely talked, and didn’t even have lunch together. He made up a simple excuse, something about not being in the mood to eat.
“Did you fight?” Jimin asks as you sit down beside him, stabbing at your food like it was a nuisance to you.
“No.” you replied, shaking your head.
“Did something happen?” Taehyung tries.
“No.”
“You know what’s funny,” Jimin added, a suspicious look on his face, staring as you violently pick at your rice. “Jungkook said the complete opposite.”
You immediately snap your eyes up at him, your attention focused, “What did he say?”
“Ah! So something did happen!” He replied. Great, you unknowingly gave yourself into the hands of Jimin, without even realizing he was lying.
“You liar!” You groaned, rubbing at your face, before putting them down to look at him. “Fine. After everyone left, he insinuated that there was… something between us.”
Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other, then back to you. You thought they would have more of a reaction, but it was as though you were just telling them about the weather.
“Well, we all know that.” Taehyung shrugged, crossing his arms as he leaned back. “Is there something between you?”
“I don’t know. I told him that we were coworkers, and he basically shut down after that.” you bit at your lip, worrying.
“You what?” Jimin gasped, face palming.
“Y/N, you idiot! He was clearly confessing to you, and you shut the poor boy down.” Taehyung explained.
You stared blankly at them, last night playing back in your head. There was no way Jungkook was confessing to you right? He couldn’t have liked you, he simply just thought you were friends.
“There’s no way. He was just playing with me, if he liked me it would’ve been more obvious!” you retaliated.
“More obvious?” Taehyung let out an incredulous laugh, nearly dropping his fork. “Y/N, are you kidding me? The man practically stares holes into your soul every time you walk into the breakroom. He brings you coffee exactly how you like it without you ever asking. He practically fights the air if someone looks at you the wrong way.”
Jimin nodded, his eyes wide. “He’s practically been doing the ‘I’m in love with you’ dance for months. The only person who hasn’t seen it is you, and apparently, Jungkook, because he clearly thinks he’s being subtle.”
“He’s not subtle,” Taehyung added, shaking his head. “He’s just pathetic. And now he’s probably sitting at his desk thinking he’s been rejected by the love of his life.”
You felt your stomach drop. The memory of his face, and the way it had gone blank, the way he’d said forget it, suddenly didn't look like indifference anymore.
"I didn't mean to..." You started, but the words felt hollow.
"Look," Jimin said, his expression softening just a fraction. "He’s been acting like a wounded puppy all morning. If you want to fix it, stop overthinking and go find him. He’s probably hiding out in the supply closet or the archives, sulking."
You didn’t even finish your lunch. You stood up, your chair scraping loudly, and walked out of the breakroom with a singular goal in mind.
You found him in the archives, a dim, quiet room tucked away in the back of the office. He was standing by the tall filing cabinets, a stack of folders in his hands, but he wasn't doing anything. He was just staring at the wall, his shoulders slumped in a way that made your heart ache.
"Jungkook?"
He stiffened, the sound of your voice clearly catching him off guard. He didn't turn around right away, but you saw his knuckles tighten around the folders. "What are you doing here?"
"I... I wanted to talk," you said, closing the heavy door behind you, muffling the distant sounds of the office.
He finally turned, and the look in his eyes shattered you. He wasn't angry; he just looked tired, guarded, and incredibly sad. "There’s nothing to talk about. You were right. We’re just coworkers. I shouldn't have made it weird."
"You didn't make it weird," you said, taking a step toward him. "I did. I was scared, Jungkook. I've spent so long telling myself that you were just being nice, just being a good coworker, that when you actually asked... my brain just defaulted to the safest, stupidest thing I could say."
Jungkook dropped the files onto the nearest table, the thud echoing in the small room. He looked at you, his gaze searching yours, desperate for a hint of truth. "You were scared?"
"Terrified," you admitted, stepping into his space. You didn't give him a chance to pull away. You reached out, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt before settling on his chest, right over his racing heart. "I’m terrified because I’ve wanted you to say that for so long that I didn't know what to do when you finally did."
The tension in his shoulders seemed to snap. His hands came up, hovering for a second before he cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones. "I thought I’d lost my chance. I thought you were just being polite when you called us coworkers."
"I was an idiot," you whispered.
"Yeah, you were," he murmured, but his expression was anything but harsh. He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot and uneven. "But I think I can forgive you. If you promise never to say it again."
"I promise," you whispered
He didn't wait for another word. He surged forward, his mouth finding yours. It was desperate and needy; he pressed you back against the rows of cold metal cabinets, his hands sliding down to your waist, anchoring you.
You froze, his words settling into your bones, warm and steady. The stifling silence of the archives vanished, replaced by the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm.
He didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled you into a tight, grounding embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He let out a long, shaky exhale, the kind that only comes after you’ve been holding your breath for months.
“I was so worried,” he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled but entirely sincere. “I walked into work today and every time you looked at me, I felt like I was losing a little piece of myself. I almost called in sick just to avoid the awkwardness.”
You laughed, a soft, breathless sound, and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him as close as physics would allow. “I spent the whole morning trying to figure out how to apologize without sounding like a total wreck.”
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and bright. He reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead with such care it made your heart ache. The intensity from a moment ago had melted into something sweet, something domestic and easy.
“You’re not a wreck,” he said quietly, his gaze roaming over your face as if he were memorizing the way the light caught your eyes. “You’re exactly who I’ve been waiting for.”
He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “We don’t have to rush this, you know. I just wanted you to know I’m not going anywhere. We can be coworkers, we can be friends, or... we can be something else entirely. Whatever you need.”
The kindness in his voice made your chest swell. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his nose, then his cheek, before resting your head on his shoulder.
“I don’t want to be just coworkers anymore,” you whispered into his shirt, feeling the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne. “I want to be with you.”
Jungkook chuckled, a low, melodic sound that vibrated against your ear. He squeezed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and bringing them up to rest against his chest.
“I want to be with you too,” he said, his voice dropping into that familiar tone you’d grown to love. “I also have a feeling the rest of the office is going to be incredibly annoying once they find out.”
You groaned, a smile breaking across your face. “Oh, definitely. Jimin is going to have a field day.”
After that, you spent the rest of your day trying to not stare at Jungkook as he worked, but you were failing miserably. It was even worse when he invited you over to his home.
The door to his apartment had barely clicked shut before he had you pinned against the entryway, his mouth crashing onto yours with a hungry force that left no room for hesitation. The professionalism he’d practiced for months was completely gone, replaced by a need that made your pulse hammer against your throat.
"I’m done acting like a coworker," he growled against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against his hard, unmistakable erection. "I’m done watching you from across the room and wondering what you sound like when you're finally mine."
He didn't wait for a response, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you toward the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse, sliding under the hem of your skirt to press his hot palms against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
"You look so beautiful," he rasped, his voice dropping into a rough register that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "And you’re going to be so loud for me tonight."
He moved quickly, stripping away your clothes until you were pressed together, skin to skin. He trailed his tongue down the column of your throat, biting gently at your collarbone until you whimpered, your fingers raking through his messy hair.
His mouth latched onto your already hard nipple, swirling his tongue until it became sensitive. You let out a whimper, watching as he did that to both of your tits.
His hand then moved lower, slipping between your thighs with precision, circling at your clit. Your hips lifted in response, a moan escaping from you.
“Fuck, Jungkook—“
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, his voice thick with want. "Tell me exactly how much you’ve been thinking about this. Tell me you wanted me to do this to you while everyone else was only a few feet away."
"I did," you breathed, your voice breaking. "I wanted you to take me right there at my desk. I wanted to crawl to you and suck you off."
He let out a groan, the sound vibrating through your chest as his fingers dipped inside you, finding you already slick and pleading for more. He began to move his fingers, thrusting them into your pussy. His thumb rubbing against your clit until your head fell back, your breath hitching in sharp, uneven gasps.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that," he rasped, as he watched your face with an intensity. "I spent all day watching you, picturing exactly what you'd look like on your knees, tasting me while everyone else was just feet away, completely oblivious."
He took his fingers out and pushed you back gently, guiding you until you were kneeling between his legs. His eyes were heavy, fixed on you with a mixture of worship and barely-controlled demand. He leaned back against the headboard, his breathing already ragged, and looked down at you.
"Go on," he rasped, "I’ve spent months wondering what your mouth would feel like around me. Show me exactly how much you’ve been thinking about it."
As you took his cock in your mouth, he let out a low, shuddering moan. His hips hitched forward, forcing you to take more of his length. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head, his thumb tracing your jawline with a possessive stroke.
"Fuck," he hissed, his head falling back again, his teeth biting his lip as he fought to keep his composure. Spit was dripping down his cock as you continued, your head bobbing up and down, while your tongue teased his soft tip.
"This is better than I imagined. You’re so fucking hot, taking me like that... like you were born to do it."
He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his gaze following each movement and of your lips. He dropped his head down onto the pillow, never taking his eyes off you. The noises that left his lips made you soaking wet, your core filled with an ache.
"Keep doing that—don't you dare stop. I want to feel every bit of your mouth. I want you to memorize the taste of me so that every time you look at me across that office, you know exactly what I taste like, what I feel like."
He started to move his hips more rhythmically, his hands still holding your hair.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice breaking. "You're so good at this, it's driving me out of my mind. Does it make you feel good to know that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this?"
"I love it," you took your mouth away for a second, only to reply, before dragging your tongue along the side.
"Good," he growled, his grip in your hair intensifying as he got close. "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, you hear me? Every time I look at you, you’re going to remember exactly how this felt. You’re going to be thinking about how much you want me to do this to you again."
He let out a ragged, strangled moan as he came, his hips bowing off the mattress as he finished into your mouth, his hands trembling. He held you there for a moment, his breathing heavy and uneven.
"God," he rasped, finally pulling you up, his skin flushed and slick. "You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that to you. Now, sit down on my cock—I’m not done with you yet."
You wiped the spit away from your chin with the back of your hand, before straddling him comfortably. Your nails scratched against his chest, before resting on his abs.
He moved slowly, pushing into you with a heavy pressure that made your breath catch in stuttering gasps. Each thrust made your body twitch, every movement a silent declaration.
"Look at me," he commanded, "I want you to see exactly what you’re doing to me. You’re so fucking tight. Every time you clench around me, I wanna fuck you harder."
He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, "I spent months watching you walk down that hallway, wondering if you were wet for me. I used to go to the bathroom and just close my eyes and imagine exactly this—your pussy wrapped around my dick, your voice begging for me to go faster."
You let out a broken, needy sound, your ass slapping against his pelvis to meet his rhythm, and he let out a harsh, jagged laugh.
“Yes! Fuck, yes— I was so wet for you, Jungkook. I needed your cock so badly.” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders.
"That's it," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip your ass, his fingers gripping the flesh before slapping it harshly. "Keep begging for it. Tell me how much you need me to ruin you. Tell me you’re never going to let any other man touch you after this."
"I'm yours," you choked out, your walls tightening around him, the friction becoming an agonizing, perfect heat. "Only yours, Jungkook."
"Good," he growled, his pace accelerating, his hips slamming into you with a power that shook the entire bed. "Because I'm going to own every inch of you tonight. I’m going to make you scream my name so loud that even if you wanted to go back to being just a coworker tomorrow, you wouldn't be able to look me in the eye without remembering exactly how I felt inside you."
He moved faster, his movements becoming more frantic and demanding, his hands sliding under your ass to haul you up against him, deep and heavy.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he rasped, his voice breaking as he reached his own climax, his body shuddering with every powerful thrust. "Take it all. I want to fuck you so deep, that you feel it every time you sit at that desk tomorrow."
When the orgasm finally hit, it was a blinding, shattering force that left you both gasping. He collapsed against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his skin slick with sweat and his breathing ragged. His cum was seeping out of you, dripping down his twitching cock.
He didn’t let you recover for long. Even as his heart was beating fast against your ribs, his hands were already sliding down to your waist, his grip firm and insistent. With a groan, he pulled himself out of you, the absence leaving you feeling cold and aching for more.
"Not done yet," he rasped, his voice dropping into a demanding tone. "Flip over."
You obeyed, gasping as he pushed you onto your hands and knees, the mattress shifting beneath your weight. He positioned himself behind you, his hands sliding over your thighs to pull you back against him. When he entered you again from behind, he hit a spot so deep it forced a raw, breathless sob from your throat. He pounded into you, long and heavy, his thrusts stretching you, filling you so completely you felt like you might snap.
"Look at that," he panted, his hands sliding up to grip your hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh. "You’re already so hungry for me again. You’re such a greedy girl."
He tilted your hips, finding the perfect angle, his movements becoming a punishing thud. "Does it feel good to be used like this? To have me own you from behind, where you can't even see my face while I ruin you?"
You didn't have an answer, only a series of breathless, broken whimpers as he hit that same spot, over and over again. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck, his breath hitching as he felt you tightening around him, milking every inch.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," he whispered, “You’re going to be so sore tomorrow. I want every single person in that office to look at you and know exactly what you were doing all night."
He gripped your hair, pulling your head to the side, forcing you to look over your shoulder at him. His eyes were filled with a terrifying, beautiful hunger. "Say it. Tell me you’re my little slut, and that you’re never going to be anyone else’s."
"I'm yours," you panted, the friction building in your lower abdomen. "Only yours, Jungkook. I'm your slut."
He slammed into you with renewed power, his hands leaving bruising imprints on your hips. You were sobbing his name, your body arching as the pleasure built.
He didn't slow down, instead leaning forward to bite down hard on your shoulder, his own breath coming in broken gasps as he came inside you once more, his body shuddering with every hard, final thrust that pinned you into the mattress.
He held you there, panting, his head buried in your hair as the world finally stopped spinning. Slowly, he pulled back, his heavy, spent body collapsing over yours, his arms wrapping around you to keep you anchored to him.
The silence that followed was heavy and languid, the kind of stillness that only exists when two people have completely unraveled each other. Jungkook didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he stayed right where he was, his weight a grounding comfort against your back. He kept his arms locked tight around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he focused on catching his breath.
He shifted slowly, rolling off you and pulling you back so you were curled against his chest. He reached over to the nightstand to grab the duvet, pulling it up to cover you both, shielding you from the cool air of the apartment.
"You okay?" he murmured, his voice now stripped of its earlier, demanding edge. It was soft and hesitant, the voice of the man who brought you coffee every morning, just layered with a new intimacy.
You hummed, burying your face in his chest, feeling the steady, calming thump of his heart beneath your cheek. "I’m good," you whispered, though your voice was still raspy.
He didn't just leave it at that. He began to stroke your hair, his fingers carding through the tangles with an almost reverent tenderness. He traced soothing patterns down your spine, his palm warm and steady against your skin. It was a sweet contrast to the intensity of the last hour, and it made your chest ache in the best way possible.
"I didn't mean to go so hard," he admitted, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. "I just... I’ve waited so long to have you like that. I forgot how to be gentle when I’ve spent months just watching you."
"It’s okay," you whispered, turning your head to press a kiss to his collarbone. "I liked it."
He chuckled and pulled you even tighter, tucking you securely into the crook of his arm. "I'm going to take care of you, you know. I’m going to make sure you’re alright tomorrow."
He reached for a glass of water on the nightstand, guiding it to your lips with one hand while he held you with the other. He watched you drink, his gaze softened by an affection that felt permanent. Once you were settled back down, he pulled the duvet up higher, tucking it around your shoulders like a cocoon.
"Stay right there," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. He kept his hand on your waist, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles against your hip, keeping you grounded. "We’ve got all night. No meetings, no deadlines. Just us."
He continued to hold you and as the adrenaline finally faded into a hazy, warm exhaustion, you felt him kiss your forehead one more time, his hold deepening.
"Go to sleep," he murmured, his voice drifting into the quiet of the room. "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere."
And as you finally drifted off, the last thing you felt was his heartbeat against your ear and the secure, protective warmth of his hand resting firmly against your side.
The next morning, you walked into the office feeling like you were walking on air, despite the fact that every muscle in your body felt like it had been put through a professional-grade blender.
You walked past Seokjin’s desk. He stopped mid-sip of his tea, squinted at you, and then let out a sound like a deflating balloon. "Oh. My. God."
You kept your head down, trying to look busy with your files, but then Hoseok popped up from his cubicle like a meerkat. "Y/N! You’re… glowing? Or is that just a very aggressive highlighter?"
Then, the final boss appeared. Jungkook walked in. He looked perfectly fine, annoyingly well-rested, actually, and he was carrying two cups of coffee. He walked directly to your desk, his hand resting on the small of your back for a very deliberate, lingering second.
"Morning," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Got your coffee. Just how you like it."
He didn't pull his hand away. He just stood there, leaning slightly against your chair, looking at you with that soft, goofy smile that said I’m completely obsessed with you.
The entire office went dead silent. You could literally hear a pin drop, if a pin were to drop in a room full of people holding their breath.
"So," Jimin said, slowly spinning his chair around to face you. "Are we going to talk about the fact that Y/N is walking like she’s carrying a backpack full of bricks, or are we going to talk about the fact that Jungkook is currently vibrating with smug satisfaction?"
Yoongi didn't even look up from his screen. "I already won the office betting pool. I knew they’d fuck by Friday."
You turned bright red, burying your face in your hands. "I hate you all. I really, truly do."
You grabbed your coffee and realized that yes, this was a disaster. Yes, your coworkers were chaotic, annoying monsters. And yes, your legs were killing you. But as Jungkook pulled a chair up next to yours, effectively ending the concept of "personal space," you decided it was definitely worth it.
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