Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.

“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“My dad owns the fucking place.”

Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.

You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.

“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”

"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”

You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.

Provoking him.

“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.

Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.

“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”

A date? There’s no way…

Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.

He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”

Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”

It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.

You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.

Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.

“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.

As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.

You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.

You thought you were seeing things.

Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.

You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”

“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.

Thankfully, you were still up and alive.

“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.

You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”

You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.

It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.

All caused by his own father.

“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.

“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.

“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.

“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”

“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.

From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”

As long as you got what you wanted.

“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”

Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.

“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”

“—I know him.”

Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.

He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.

You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.

“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.

“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”

“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”

“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.

He could be all that and more.

“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”

Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.

“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”

“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.

Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’

Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.

“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”

God, he’s so full of himself.

As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.

He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.

Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.

Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.

Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..

Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—

No, that was the tense air speaking.

Just improvise.

“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.

Not until you do.

“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”

The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.

Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.

If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.

“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”

Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.

Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.

“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”

He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.

How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.

With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”

Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?

You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.

With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.

You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.

He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).

He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.

If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..

Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.

Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?

Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.

“I’m waiting for you to beg.”

“I’m not begging you—”

As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.

“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.

God, he loved irritating you.

Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.

"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.

Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.

"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.

You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”

You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”

Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”

His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"

It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.

It felt so good.

It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..

"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”

He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.

He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck… Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.

A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.

“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.

He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.

When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It stung, but it felt so fucking good.

Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”

Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail trail between your folds in awe.

He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.

What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.

He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.

Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.

“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.

“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.

The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.

You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.

You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.

“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.

Right where you wanted him most.

“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”

Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.

“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.

Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.

You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.

“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.

“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”

The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.

"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.

“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.

Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.

“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.

You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.

He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.

At last.

“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.

Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.

“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”

“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”

You loved the pain.

Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.

You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.

“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.

“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.

Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?

Of course.

“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.

“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.

He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."

He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.

“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”

And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.

Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.

You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.

“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.

Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.

It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.

Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.

“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.

Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.

You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.

“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”

Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.

Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”

“Yeah, you too…”

He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.

How the hell would you both ever come back from this?

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You were grateful the divorce wasn’t a consequence of bad blood. It was a mutual decision, knowing it would be best for Hari.

And Hari always came first.

Two years was a long time, and within that time, Jungkook managed to find himself a girlfriend, which wasn’t a surprise since you knew he was a desirable man, and you really didn’t care, but a part of you felt stuck.

Two years and still no boyfriend? Two years and still no ‘special someone’?

Why?

It was something you didn’t hold the answer to. You figured you’d sworn off men after the divorce to solely focus on Hari, and as much as you loved and adored her, you couldn’t help but feel a little down being single whilst your ex husband was happily living his life with a new girlfriend, probably doing her every night.

The thought completely irked you, so you decided put yourself out there, signing up for every dating app available and spending your free time swiping left and right on random men. You went on tons of dates, brought back multiple guys on the weekends, but as soon as things started to get intimate, you’d press pause.

It was nothing against the guys, you just couldn’t bring yourself to kiss someone that wasn’t Jungkook, whom you’d spent most of your life with and it made you feel pathetic.

And so here you were, lying in bed alone after another failed date, wondering how you were supposed to move forward with your life when you were still stuck on Jungkook.

jungkook: how was your date?

The notification at the top of your screen caught you by surprise and all you could think about was how did he even know about it? You both weren’t exactly causal talkers.

you: how do you know about that?

jungkook: word goes around pretty fast

the stigma surrounding divorces means everyone is in our business

Jungkook couldn’t be more right. Their divorce came with a ton of shame and gossip from their extended families who were absolutely irrelevant in their relationship.

you: it was good

how’s Hari doing?

You were trying to deflect the topic away from your 97635th failed date to save face and Jungkook knew damn well what you were doing. Ever since he told you about his girlfriend, he’d always go pick Hari up to see you all dolled up clearly for a date. It wouldn’t hurt to hear you admit you’re going on a dates to prove a point.

jungkook: she’s fine, i put her to sleep a while ago

but why all the sudden dates?

i mean, two years being single and now you’re going on dates?

what changed?

The sudden need to feel good about yourself overcame you.

Jungkook was a smart man. He knew you weren’t one to easily throw yourself at random men. Hell, he had the shorter end of the stick trying to win you over and and become his girlfriend. There’s no way that changed so fast.

you: why does it matter?

jungkook: i don’t know, seems like you’re trying to prove something ever since i told you about my girlfriend

you: well, i have nothing to prove

i’m putting myself out there, looking for bigger, better things

it’s about time i put myself first

One downside to the divorce was being engulfed in complete loneliness.. romantically. Nothing hurt more than waking up in the morning with no one next to you. In this case, it would’ve been Jungkook’s familiar face and yeah, you missed him. There was no shame in that.

jungkook: and i’m glad you’re doing that for yourself

but listen…

i don’t know how serious these guys are becoming in your life

but maybe keep them away from Hari?

Jungkook didn’t want some random man introducing himself to his daughter. What if poor Hari thinks the strange man she’s seeing every day is her dad and completely forgets about her real dad?

you: things haven’t gotten that far

besides, is it really that big of an issue?

if it’s okay for your girlfriend to meet Hari, i’m sure it would be ok for my future boyfriend to meet her too

my ex husband exposing our daughter to the woman he’s doing every night…

actually, i don’t know how i feel talking about this right now knowing your girlfriend is probably in bed with you right about now

You could not be more wrong.

Just like you, Jungkook was alone tonight, and probably will be every night to come after having a fall out. He wanted to reassure you his girlfriend was no longer in the picture, but his pride came first.

jungkook: no one is doing anyone, y/n.. hell, i haven’t done anyone in two years.

Oh. So Jungkook was in the same boat as you?

Good to know.

my girlfriend isn’t here right now, she went home after we had a fight

and she hasn’t met Hari yet, i kinda wanted to run that by you first before introducing them

So not only did Jungkook not sleep with anyone since the divorce, he hadn’t introduced Hari to any of the potential women he’d been seeing.

Maybe you jumped to conclusions too quick about his dating (sex) life.

you: genuinely, don’t worry about that happening

i think i’m done with dates for a while

they haven’t been going as well as i wanted them to

jungkook: it seems like we’re both a bit stuck, huh?

i haven’t got my priorities set straight and you’re… really bad a flirting? 😅

You knew he was just messing with you, probably laughing at his phone, but your ego could not be more hurt right now.

you: wow

i too can flirt!

managed to win you over, didn’t i?

Jungkook only scoffed at your text, clearly disagreeing and being reminded of the constant struggle and hardship he went through just to land a date with you. It took a lot of pining but in the end it worked out.

To an extent.

jungkook: oh yeah, totally 🙄

on a completely different note though..

you wanna come over and have dinner with me tomorrow night?

just as a mutual thing, i kinda miss you..

i mean.. you may not be my wife anymore but i still consider you my best friend

The sudden invitation caught you off-guard. You couldn’t deny the fact you missed him too. Having someone to casually talk to everyday on a natural basis was now obsolete seeing as you and Jungkook were no longer married. You didn’t realise losing your husband to divorce would also mean losing your best friend.

You didn’t mind restoring that.

you: you know what?

i’d love to have dinner with you

saves me from cooking

jungkook: great, i’ll order your favourite 😉

but i’ll leave you to it for the night

goodnight, y/n

you: goodnight, jungkook

When the next day arrived, you made your way to Jungkook’s last known address (you didn’t wanna seem too eager by asking for his address) and thank God when you knocked on the door, your ex husband greeted you with a warm smile.

“Hey,” he tries to bite back a smile but it felt a bit weird feeling this awkward around an ex, but small talk always did the job. “You look nice..” he compliments your choice of attire. He knew you’d just come straight from work so that completely crossed off the ‘she dressed up for me’ allegations he had in his head.

Jungkook stepped aside to make room for you to come in, and you felt a little overdressed as you stepped in; a knee-length long sleeved black dress sitting perfectly over your body paired with your trusty mid-height heels (courtesy of work) whilst Jungkook appeared in his usual grey sweatpants and oversized white tee, which now that you pay attention to it, you could practically see his ripped chest pressing nicely against his shirt.

Only he could make casual clothes look so good.

“Thanks.. you don’t look too bad yourself,” you say, trying to sound as unfazed and neutral as possible as he lead you to the kitchen. “Hari is asleep?”

“Yeah, she had dinner a little earlier and fell asleep. You want anything to drink? Wine? Champagne? Whiskey? Liquor—”

“—Just water is fine,” you laugh softly, not wanting to trouble him too much with the exhaustive list, plus you had work again tomorrow and you were not looking to wake up with a banging headache.

Your eyes scanned the kitchen. It was a hell of a lot more different than you last remembered it, for instance, he ditched the wooden dining table in the centre of the kitchen and instead replaced it with a large, grey marble countertop. The lighting was white light, rather than the usual gold white.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” you tell him, eyes still scattering for any other visible changes as you say yourself down on one of the stools under the counter.

“Yeah, right,” Jungkook scoffs, bringing you your newly poured glass of water as he took a seat next to you, “You know I have a bad eye for decorating, that’s why I bought a refurbished set up,” he explains, “Saved me time and looks much better than anything I could’ve done so it’s a win win.”

“Ah..” you didn’t know what else to say. Was there a follow up to that kind of response?

As if he knew what you were thinking, “You know you don’t have to be so tense around me, right?” The awkward tension between you both could be mistaken for ‘two strangers meeting for the very first time’ and that was not what was happening here. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Sorry, I just— it’s not every day your ex husband invites you over for dinner,” you tell him, coming to terms with your nerves and simply addressing the elephant in the room.

He knew exactly where you were coming from. In fact, when he invited you, he wasn’t expecting you to accept the invite, thinking it was probably ‘too early’ to hang out together, but two years.. two long years since their divorce was more than enough time. “No, I understand. I sprung the invite on you so suddenly, I probably should’ve given it some time before doing this,” Jungkook chuckles nervously, reaching his palm to rub at the back of his neck. “I just— I really miss you…”

Now, did he mean that romantically or just in general?

“I didn’t realise having a divorce would mean losing my wife and my best friend.”

Your chest tightens at his words. Every marriage finds a best friend in their partner. The way Jungkook felt about you was mutual. He was not only your husband, but your best friend too. Someone who you love and wish to still confide in no matter your relationship status. Together since college, it’d be pretty difficult to just erase all that by signing a paper.

“Don’t say that, Jungkook..” your voice grows soft, sympathy written all over you as you stood up to walk around, hoping to air out the tears welling in your eyes. You take a deep breath, “You’re still my best friend and words can’t explain how much I miss you..” you tell him, your back turned towards him as your fingers tried to delicately wipe under your eyes. You didn’t know you felt so strongly about Jungkook, no wonder the tears.

“I miss seeing you everywhere I go, I miss you around the house, I miss waking up and seeing your face first thing in the morning..” You go on to read aloud a mental exhaustive list, not even realising Jungkook had left his seat to stand next to you, eyes peering over to get a proper look at your face to see if you were really crying.

When you took notice of him, you quickly got ahold of your self and turned to face him a smile, trying to hide any evidence of your tears but your nose cheeks had already turned a light shade of pink and your makeup had melted off a little. “God, look what you’ve done,” you sniffle, bringing your hands up to show him the remnants your mascara had left on your fingers and Jungkook couldn’t help but just smile on.

“Remember how we’d go on our little dinner dates every weekend? And how we’d dance in the kitchen while cooking together? I loved it,” he says, softly rubbing your shoulder before briefly leaving your space to grab himself a bottle of beer.

“Yeah, those days were the highlights of my week,” you admit, smiling sheepishly at the memory as you watch him head back to the counter, now facing you as he casually leaned his lower back against the edge of the counter, beer in hand and taking a large gulp.

He licks his lips, biting on his bottom lip as he stared you down, “Maybe your next boyfriend will have the chance to do that with you,” he shrugs softly, paying you the smile of someone who’s come to terms with the fact that you’ve moved on.

Mentions of a possible special someone immediately had you feeling down. “Yeah.. I guess you’re right,” you exhale, smiling through the pain as best as you could, but it was no use. You drag your feet over to him, settling to mirror his stance against the edge of the counter, “But these other guys aren’t you, are they?”

If you could go back two years ago and just undo the divorce, you’d grab that chance with both hands. You spent the last two years single and getting on with the more important things in your life; Hari and work. Doing all that, you kind of forgot to show yourself some love, put yourself out there because you deserved to be loved the way Jungkook loved you. You deserved to be taken out on dates every weekend the way Jungkook did.

This conversation made you come to terms with the fact that you weren’t ready for another man.

“Nope..” Jungkook laughs softly, playing around with the beer bottle in his hand.

He felt exactly the same way; his now-ex girlfriend wasn’t even remotely close to anything like you. Every time he was with her, all he’d think was ‘she’s not Y/N’ and it must’ve caught up to him, having broken up over the fact that she couldn’t be with someone who was still in love with his ex wife.

“Remember when I first got my motorcycle? I picked you up after your lecture and took you to a drive in movie,” he recalls, a mischievous smile playing up on his lips for all the wrong reasons.

“Oh God, don’t remind me..” you shook your head at the memory, the embarrassment creeping up on you. “We didn’t even watch the movie, we just made out the whole time.”

Jungkook shrugs, “You can’t lie, it was a pretty boring movie,” he tried to reason with you, being the sole instigator for the make out session.

“I wouldn’t know, someone was too busy with his hands on me and shoving his tongue down my throat,” you try to scold him, but just the memory of being so intimate with him broke through your feigned walls of strictness, making your cheeks flush red more than ever.

“Not my fault,” he raised his hands in defence, “You may not know how to flirt, but you damn well know how to fluster a man.”

You try to calm down a bit, bringing your cold palms to gently pat your burning cheeks, but it was of no use. “Thanks a lot,” you mumble, rolling your eyes and gesturing to the splattered display of red drowning your cheeks, “You made me ruin my makeup.”

“Makeup ruined or not, I still think you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

His words cause you heart to falter.

Of course, you’d been complimented many times by other guys, but this was Jungkook. Your ex husband. The love of your life.

Just to make sure he was being dead serious, he was sporting the most gut wrenching smirk bordering a smile, staring right at you with hooded eyes you could only recognise just before things would escalate.

Your reaction was beyond amusing to him, “Cute. I’ve seen it all with you. I will never not miss flustering you,” he says, giving your arm a soft nudge with his elbow.

You shouldn’t be feeling this way. You needed to deflect the topic ASAP.

“So how are things with your girlfriend—?”

“—We broke up. Last night, actually.”

Yikes, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, I’m sorry.. You must be pretty down about it,” you try to sympathise with him, but deep deep down, your heart was doing somersaults; partly relieved but also upset (for him).

Jungkook shrugs, “Not really, we weren’t together for that long anyway. She didn’t wanna be with someone who wasn’t 100% into her, so we decided to just call it quits.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner? If I’d known, I would’ve given you some time alone,” you whisper softly, unaware your hands were very much reaching for his bicep and offering him a comforting rub.

He shook his head, “No really, it’s fine. Things happen, life goes on. What can we do about it?”

Your palm continues to slowly rub his bicep up and down and once you clocked on to what you were doing, you quickly retracted your hand, and Jungkook had to bite his tongue to stop himself from teasing you about it.

“Yeah, I guess your right.”

There’s a short moment of silence between you both as your mind tried to process the possibility that Jungkook may still be in love with you and maybe this divorce was a mistake.

“Looks like we’re right back where we started.”

“Yeah, we are..” Jungkook mumbles, his eyes fully trained on you. Things were getting risky; both alone, both single and obviously in love. He hadn’t noticed it himself but you did, the way he set his beer down to inch himself closer to you, his toned chest brushing against your side.

His body was acting on its own accord, and he refused to think of his next move.

He wanted you back.

Jungkook brings his hand up towards your face, curling his index finger to rest under your chin so he could guide your head to look up, straight at him, and it completely caught you off guard but you knew what was coming.

He dips his head downwards, slowly leaning in to press a small, yet much needed kiss against your lips, but you didn’t have much time to kiss back since he was already pulling away, awaiting a reaction out of you.

Did he make a mistake kissing you?

All your morale and common sense had flown out the window the moment he kissed you, and annoyingly, he pulled away too fast for your liking, “God, you…” you chuckle softly, shaking your head in feigned disappointment. You found yourself leaning in towards him, taking a moment to ghost your lips against his whilst the tip of your nose budged his own, “It’s wrong for us to do this, no?” you whisper, your short, yet faint breaths brush over his lips as you resisted the urge to kiss him.

“Does it matter?” Jungkook waited long enough to kiss you, and he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, so why hold back? “We don’t have to pretend anymore..”

Jungkook takes it upon himself to move in front of you, chest against chest as he backs you up against the edge of the counter and dives back in for another kiss, only this time cupping your cheek to further prove his urgency as you returned with the same energy. Lips moving ever so slowly against one another, Jungkook didn’t dare to slip his tongue in just yet, uncertain about whether you felt the same, but you were graciously parting your lips for him which he happily took as an invitation.

Nothing felt more right than this. Two years of loneliness and no intimacy, no love, no feelings. Everything could be felt through the kiss. Everything you both yearned for and once had, it was all coming back.

You were beginning to lose traction, your hands that were once gripping the edge of the counter now struggling to keep a firm hold and luckily Jungkook had a perceptive eye, dripping his hands down from your cheek to land securely over your hips, lifting you up to sit your ass down on the countertop. He made home standing between your legs, never once breaking the kiss.

All that could be heard were your shallow breaths and his low hums as his soft lips trailed down to outline the accent of tor jaw before going straight for your neck. “Tell me to stop..” he mumbles softly against your skin, kissing, nipping and biting at the unmarked area, eliciting a breathless gasp from you.

You shook your head, pulling away from him to give yourself a second to recollect yourself and process everything, “Why would I tell you to stop when this is exactly what I’ve been needing the last two years?” you tell him, your cheeks flushed pink and lips all red and pouty from making out.

Your ex husband knew you inside-out. He knew you weren’t lying about not having sex for the last two years, your body was reacting to his touch as if it were your first time.

He had no plans to stop.

Jungkook flashed you a grin, stepping back to then pull his shirt over his head, giving you a first class view of his bare built front, which, as far as you could remember, he was looking a lot more buff than he was two years ago.

Divorces really did bring out the best in people.

You could only stop and stare, gripping the hem of your dress for some self control, suddenly having the urge to just run your tongue over his chest and down the quilted lines of his abs—

“You enjoying yourself there?”

Jungkook’s voice knocked you out of your trance, eyes meeting his for a brief moment as he approached you, replacing your hands with his own and slowly rolling the hem of your fitted dress over your thighs until your panties came into view.

They weren’t just any panties.

“Oh, you decided to wear one of your special date night panties tonight, huh?” he teased, spreading your legs apart wider to give himself a clearer view before seamlessly pulling the article down your legs.

The maroon lace underwear was one he could never forget. It gave him so much pride every time you wore it and seeing them now, he was able to piece together exactly what your intentions were for tonight.

You squeeze your legs shut, now extremely exposed and embarrassed at how easy you were coming off right now, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug nonchalantly, avoiding his eyes but the sudden tug of your legs and cool air hitting your centre made your body shiver.

“Really? So you just casually decided to wear my favourite underwear of yours with no intention to get your pretty pussy ate?” Jungkook pouts teasingly, skimming his index finger along your thigh, gripping your hips and pulling your ass closer to the edge of the counter, “You know better than that, Y/N.”

Jungkook discards the underwear elsewhere, crouching down between your legs and eyeing the soiled mess of your panties with a low groan, “All wet and starved, just for me?”

The question was more-so rhetorical, the answer being obvious and you couldn’t help but stare down at him with desperate eyes, your pupils widening by the second.

He placed a hand over your chest and gently pushed your upper body back against the cold marble, “Do me a favour and lie back for me, would you?”

Now who were you to disobey?

Face-to-face with your now stripped cunt, soaked and glistening in all its glory, Jungkook found himself staring in awe, “Fuck…” he mumbled, convinced he could drown in it.

You couldn’t handle all the attention, you needed some kind of relief and Jungkook was taking too long, “Fuck, please… please don’t make me wait,” you whine, propping yourself up on your shoulders to see exactly what he was up to. He was too busy staring and just to knock him out of his trance, you inched your hips closer to his face.

“So desperate…” he chuckles lowly, grabbing ahold of both your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he lightly breathed out against your core. “So perfect…” He wasn’t sure who or what he was talking to, you or your weeping cunt?

Jungkook was quick to close the gap, the tip of his tongue licking one long strip against your pussy, from base up to your throbbing clit, his lips latching onto the sensitive bud like his life depended on it. He would repeat the action over and over again, occasionally speeding up and slowing down as he pleased, thriving off the way your body writhed against the counter.

A whole string of curses, whimpers, moans and cries fell from your lips. Your body was burning up on a whole other level and your outward reactions further proved how touch starved you were.

You took a steady hand to thread through his dark roots, harshly tugging on them and pushing his face closer, feeling his nose budge against your clit repeatedly. You were writhing so much, Jungkook was unable to be as precise as he wanted, opting to pull your thighs apart even further and forcing his tongue deep inside you.

The movement resulted in his mouth getting smeared in your slick, and he fucking loved it. He loved being the cause of your breakdowns, the reason for your horniness. He loved knowing only he could have that effect on you and the audacity he had to smirk up at you as he flattened his tongue against your poor cunt, sheer and glossy in arousal, you couldn’t dare look down at him any longer.

“Like this, huh?” The tip of tongue continues to obliterate you, your soft walls uncontrollably spasming around the intruding muscle whilst he really got in there.

Jungkook pulls away briefly, his bottom lip caught between his lip as his index finger ran up and down along your slit, using his thumb to spread your lips apart and bask in the sight of your clenching hole before spitting against your cunt and eliciting a gasp from you. He eagerly watched the bead of spit drip down your centre before slipping in two fingers slowly, “You like that, don’t you?” His eyes flickered up to you, the absolute state of you was enough of an answer for him; dress bunched up around your waist, tits spilling out of your dress and your eyes almost pleading for him to get a move on. He couldn’t even control himself, feeling how rock hard he was in his sweats, he tugged at his erection for quick relief.

No words could describe how you were feeling aside from euphoric. He was brutal with his actions yet there wasn’t a single ounce of regret settled in you.

Your chest was heaving up and down, trying to catch a break from his miscreants but Jungkook was well ahead of you, fucking his index and middle finger into you whilst you helplessly drooled over his digits, “Too much..” you weep, resisting the urge to close your legs around him.

“I’m not done.”

Jungkook retracts his fingers from between your legs and lifts himself to stand up right between your legs, rubbing your thighs softly with a smile on his face, “Gonna make you cum on cock,” he mumbles, slipping his hands into his sweatpants and pulling out his heavy cock, standing tall hard and clearly irritated from the lack of relief.

“You missed my cock, didn’t you?” He jerks himself off a couple times with his eyes stuck on you, his tone and stance giving off arrogance you found yourself oddly attracted to. “Fuck… of course you did.”

He took a few small steps towards you, firmly gripping his cock and angling himself perfectly against your cunt before pushing in, and as expected, you still weren’t used to his size.

You take a deep breath and look down between your legs, watching him slowly disappear inside you inch by inch and it made you more aware of the slight pain you were feeling from the stretch and as if he knew, he grabbed ahold of your hand and left gentle kisses against the back of it in hopes it would soothe and distract you.

“Come on, gorgeous, you can take it.. you always have.”

Your body had eased within seconds and once Jungkook had bottomed out, he grabbed a firm hold of your hips and slowly pulled out only to brutally slam back into you over and over again, leaving you gasping for a breath, “Missed you so much, Jungkook…”

730+ days without sex or intimacy, Jungkook was not going to let go of you so easily. He put every ounce of frustration, sadness and desperation into each thrust and you felt it hit you so far deep you were regretting everything that happened two years ago.

As his cock drilled into you, he never missed a beat, remaining consistent with his thrusts as he amusingly watched your fucked out state enter a completely different space. “Still so tight, just like I remember,” he whispers to himself, shifting his eyes downwards and wallowing in the way your arousal had completely coated his dick from base to tip. “Pussy made just for me, huh?”

You nod desperately, pulling yourself to sit up with Jungkook wrapping his arms under your thighs to keep you in place. “Kiss me. Kiss me like I’m your wife,” you say breathlessly, your face merely inched away from his own.

Jungkook didn’t know what swelled more with pride; his heart or his dick? Whichever it was, he was more than happy to kiss you like you were the most important precious thing in the world, his lips meeting yours with so much familiarity you could never doubt Jungkook was the one for you after this.

You found yourself struggling to kiss him back, his dick still moving between your legs and Jungkook thought it was the cutest thing ever. He pulled away from your lips, leaving yours all puffy and swollen, knowing after this, he’d have every chance in the world to kiss you again.

“Never. Leaving you. Again.” he seethes, each word enunciated with a harsh thrust that hit all the right places within you and with a thrust or two more, you came undone around his dick, your walls contracting around him pushing him to release inside you with a low groan.

Your thighs twitched helplessly as Jungkook slowly pulled out and then thrusting in again, watching the messy pool of cum drool out of you as you milked his cock of every last drop.

Still buried deep between your legs, Jungkook pulls you into his arms, basking in the familiarity of your space whilst his palms gently rubbed your back, helping you come down from your current high.

“Does this change anything between us?” you ask softly, looking up at him with gentle eyes. You didn’t wanna seem to eager and put him off, but you’d be lying if you said you wanted nothing to do with him after this.

Jungkook stares down at you with a sheepish smile, leaning down slightly to brush your nose against his own, “I mean… we did confess we’re still in love with each other,” he laughs softly, pecking your lips once more. “I say we go back to the start, what do you think?”

Having come to terms with your feelings, and knowing Jungkook felt the same, you were open to trying again, only this time with better time management.

“I’d like that.”

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He learnt the hard way; let you rant for as long as you need to and soon enough you’ll calm down.

“Calling me, of all people, ‘high maintenace’, who the fuck does he think he is?!” You aggressively turn towards Jungkook, as if directing the question to him, and you know you caught him by surprise when his mouth fell ajar, practically speechless.

“He never spent time with me, never even acknowledged me, you’d think I was dating a brick wall!”

Yeah, Jungkook knew all of that. He knew your boyfriend was an ass and only showed you attention when he wanted to fuck, which you so willingly gave to him because you always grasped at ‘romantic’ intimacy, and Jungkook hated it. He bet the guy wasn’t even that great in bed since you’d always come back the next day in an awful mood.

“I can’t believe I spent all those nights with him. He couldn’t make me cum once, it got tiring faking all those orgasms.”

That’s his doubts confirmed.

You continue to pace around, spilling all your thoughts and dramatising your hand gestures until you stopped. Jungkook looked straight at you and his features softened when he noticed how teary your eyes had become; on the verge of spilling down your cheeks. He could tell you were trying to hold in the tears, but why? You knew you could comfortably cry around him.

Right, because on many occasions, he pointed out that your boyfriend was a dick, an unappreciative one at that and you decided to ignore his opinions. Your relationship was like watching a girl in highschool chase after her much loved crush who had no interest in her. It was kinda sad and all Jungkook could do was sit back and watch you get hurt over and over again.

If you were with him, you’d never be treated like that.

He hated seeing you in this state. As someone who deserved nothing but the best, seeing you upset over a stupid ex boyfriend made him feel all sorts of things; predominately anger, but that was a given. It also pissed him off beyond words because Jungkook had every chance to swoop you into his arms and keep you to himself, but a part of him genuinely thought you were in love with the guy, so he stayed put.

“Am I really too much to handle?”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his heart broke right then and there, and it hurt more seeing you cry over something that was complete bullshit. His fist was twitching (the things he’d do to punch the living daylights out of that asshole) but you were his first priority.

“Y/N…” he starts, getting out of his seat to approach your form, which looked even more fragile now than when you were mad. “Honestly, that guy has no clue what he’s talking about,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, leaning down slightly and reaching his hand towards your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes.

The pout on your lips only became more prominent as your cheeks heated up from the kind, yet subtle gesture. That’s weird. “No guy wants a girl that’s ‘high maintenance’, is that what he’s trying to tell me? Because I know damn well he didn’t do half the shit I had planned for us—”

“—You’re not high maintenance, you’re eager,” Jungkook adds, bringing you closer to his chest so you could rest your head against him and cry to your heart’s content. “Besides, it’s not a bad thing.”

Your fist lands a punch to his chest, “Obviously it’s a bad thing if it’s the reason why my boyfriend broke up with me, stupid,” you say, through short, broken sobs.

Your roommate only chuckles, his chin resting on your head as he embraced you in his arms. “I don’t think it’s bad. I like my girls high maintenance,” Jungkook smiles ahead at the blank wall, hoping his words would be enough for you to catch on.

“You don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you grumble, looking up at him with your glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, expecting him to make a joke about it but nope, he seemed pretty content staring at the wall like it was the love of his life.

“I think I’ve had my fair share of handling you, and I’ve done a pretty good job at it,” he shrugs, showing you a sheepish smile, “because I care that much about you and I’m willing to put in the time and effort to show you that.”

Was he saying this in a romantic or platonic way?

“Your ex was probably the guy you wanted, but we both know I’m the one you need,” Jungkook whispers softly, leaning down towards your face, and you think he’s gonna kiss you, but he stops before your lips could make contact with his.

Your silence factored out his words being false, and from that, he knew he got you. “I know you felt what I said,” he calls you out on your bluff, pulling you away from him so he could look at you properly and deem his thoughts correct. He shifts his hand over to your chest, right above your beating heart, “…Right here.”

With the way you were staring at him, you were either extremely turned on by him indirectly confessing his feelings to you, or extremely heartbroken that literally anything and everything seemed attractive to you right now.

Who were you kidding? It was all Jungkook.

You finally speak up, your voice ten times quieter than it was earlier on, “And what if I did? What does that mean?”

“I don’t need you confirm or deny it, I know you well enough to know you felt my words in more places than one,” Jungkook’s eyes dance down you body to settle where your poor cunt was jumping between your legs, making it all the more obvious that you were clenching your thighs shut.

Shit. He was good.

He laughs softly, “How could he ever leave a pretty girl like you unsatisfied?”

A part of you still wasn’t convinced by his words, “If you really wanted me, you could’ve had me by now,” you throw at him, expecting him to stutter, but Jeon Jungkook had eyes on you for a pretty long time, so he had a lot to say.

“It’s kinda hard going after a girl who was too busy chasing someone else. You know I don’t roll like that,”Jungkook tugs at your arm, urging you to turn your back towards him so he could rut himself against your lower half whilst his hands slowly, yet with so much need, trailed up and down your arms, warming you up and giving you the chance to relax. “Besides, being patient always works out in the long run.” He was adamant on showing you the love you deserved and if you were planning to be ‘high maintenance’ about it, you bet he had a couple tricks up his sleeve to deal with that.

As if it were second nature, your body was acting on its own, easing into his touch as his hand slipped under your shirt, drawing small circles over your stomach. It wasn’t much, but this is exactly what romantic intimacy felt like, and it made you wonder why the hell you weren’t with Jungkook to begin with.

A pair of soft lips were grazing against your untainted neck, leaving short, supple kisses as they dragged downwards, giving himself more room. “Did your ex ever show you love like this?” Jungkook mumbles, too caught up in kissing you, but he didn’t need to hear you say no. “Why couldn’t he cherish you, huh? I should’ve snatched you up when I got the chance, how stupid of me.”

You’re unable to respond, your senses letting you down much faster than you anticipated and you could practically feel the smirk Jungkook was sporting right now, so you turn around to face him and boy, you weren’t wrong.

“Oh, that’s got you speechless?” He wasn’t mocking you, he felt sorry for you. These past boyfriends of yours never took the opportunity to appreciate the being that was you, never took the time to touch you or show you the love he felt you were entitled to.

He would be a dead man if he didn’t just do it himself.

“Look up for me, would you?”

You hesitate at first, but before you could bask the sight of his face, Jungkook had trapped you in a slow moving kiss. It’s not too fast, nor is it too slow, but it’s just enough to ease your mind and completely take over your being as your arms reach out to snake around his neck, eagerly pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

Your forwardness reassured him that you were all for what was about to go down and before you knew it, Jungkook was holding you tightly within his embrace whilst you straddled his lap, taking his cock like you were made for it. You’d completely forgotten about your broken heart; Jungkook’s constant care and reassurance helping you to disregard today’s events and focus on him.

All these months of watching you chase after a man who didn’t deserve you, Jeon finally had you to himself.

This wasn’t going to be ‘just a quick fuck’. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume he was doing this out of pity, but no, this would simply prove just how much he yearned for you. Jungkook’s top priority was to please you first and foremost.

“Bet that asshole couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?” His tatted hands grip the flesh of your ass, squeezing generously as you whimpered on top of him, masking the illicit sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. His hushed groans joined in as he looked down to where you both met only to see a glistening mess of your arousal coating his length.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position with your roommate and you only wished you realised sooner that the one who truly cared about you was right under your nose. You felt kinda stupid letting yourself go through useless heartbreaks and dodgy boyfriends when the one you really needed was here all along.

With Jungkook burying his face into the crook of your neck, things felt incredibly raw and intimate, not to mention, you felt so full, you wouldn’t need to force yourself to fake an orgasm around him.

“Gonna come..” You breathe out, your soft walls clenching around him as your hips moved up and down on its own, this time at a much faster pace, but Jungkook was eager to see you finish by his own doing.

His suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting up in you at such a deprived pace, knowing he was hitting all the right places by the pleasured look on your face. His arms snaked around your waist, his pace unwavering, “Right there, huh? That feel good?”

You nod without hesitation, ignoring the way your inner thighs were tensing in anticipation, waiting for your high to drain you.

“Go ahead and cum, baby. I know how long he kept you waiting.”

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So were you surprised when your boss decided to hand over the promotion to him?

Yes.

In fact, you were livid.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Jimin taunts you, shrugging his shoulders and turning away from you to revel in his success. You were beyond pissed, and his words were not helping you right now.

You storm into your boss’ office, silencing out the distant cheers of Jimin and his fellow co-workers congratulating him out in the hallway.

“I have been nothing but loyal to this God forsaken company. We both know you wouldn’t get shit done without me, so for you to go and promote a man with bullshit goals and an ass for a personality, says a lot.”

You were always a compliant person, but you were not a bitch. If you needed to say something, even if it was out of line, you’d say it.

Having defied your boss on so many occasions, he was used to your sudden outbursts and shrugged it off. “It’s a matter of who I think is best for the role. And I’ve decided that it’s Mr Park. I suggest you come to terms with that.”

You mentally curse and let out a huff, falling onto the seat opposite him. “Sir, you know this promotion meant everything..” you start, your voice now softer than what it was before. There was a hint of sympathy in the older man’s eyes, because really, you did do a lot for the company. You made huge renovations and carried out tons of projects to modernise the company and they were always successful.

But Park Jimin came around and outshone you,

“Whatever, is the all-employee vacation still going on?” The company vacation to Bali was the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

“About that..”

No..

“Our partners didn’t book you a ticket.”

No way this is happening right now.

“What?”

Your boss hesitates to explain himself, but one look at you, and he knew he had no choice.

“They claim to have forgotten to book your ticket. By the time they realised, it was too late, all the tickets were fully booked,” the older man was bracing himself for another outburst from you, but you forced yourself to stay put. “But you’ll be reimbursed for the whole trip.”

You scoff and pull yourself up from the seat, “Oh please, as if that’s supposed to make things better.” You say nothing more and turn on your heel to leave, slamming the door shut behind you and pacing towards your own office, disregarding the crowd surrounding Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin noticed the scowl on your face. It was the highlight of his day, and he just had the urge to rub a little more salt on your wound, so he quickly dismissed himself from his co-workers, following you into your office, and before you could shut the door on him, he put his arm through, sandwiching his arm between the door and the door frame.

You didn’t even realise Jimin was following you, so when you looked back, your irritation heightened.

“Why are you following me, Park? I’m sure you’ve got better things to do,” you mumble, walking over to sit behind your desk, trying to ignore the God-awful attractive man at your door.

“It’s rude not to congratulate your fellow co-workers when they get promoted. No wonder you didn’t get the role..” he mutters the last part under his breath, but your ears caught on quick, standing up from your seat and scrunching up a scrap piece of paper, throwing it at his annoyingly beautiful face, to which he caught with his speedy reflexes.

“You know what? Fuck you and your promotion! I’m sick and tired of your shit. All you do is sit on your ass like you own the fucking place,” you keep going, calling him out for tons of irrelevant things since you couldn’t exactly comment on his work. He was good at that.

“Get out of my office and have fun on your stupid vacation with the whores you call women.”

“Oh, you mean the vacation you didn’t get invited to?”

That was the first thing Jimin had said after your constant rambling. He seriously had nothing else to comment on?

“Didn’t get invited to? I got invited, they just forgot to book my ticket..”

Jimin let out a sarcastic laugh, finally welcoming himself into your office and making himself comfortable on the seat opposite you. “Yeah, ‘forgot.’ You got kicked off the list because.. well, let’s be real, you’re not exactly the easiest to be around.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Because you’re so uptight.”

You’ve heard the term be thrown around at you in the workplace, but you didn’t think too much of it. You took it as more of a positive characteristic rather than an insult.

“Well, someone needs to be there to keep you guys in check—”

“—you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” The baritone of his voice had dropped profusely, and the moment he stood up to approach you, an alarmed look was painted across your face.

“I don’t know who gave you the right to disrespect not only your co-workers, but also our boss. I don’t know why he even lets you talk to him like that. He should’ve fired you by now.”

Jimin’s form was unprecedentedly close to you, and you needed to make a move now before he trapped you in your seat.

Pulling yourself up off your chair, you’re now standing chest-to-chest with the man, your head tilted up towards his face, seeming as if you weren’t scared of him. “Fuck off, Jimin. The last thing I need is you all up in my face and sticking your nose into shit that doesn’t concern you. I keep this team on its feet, I doubt you..” you pause, using your index finger to poke harshly at his built chest, “..Could do a better job.”

You barely did anything to provoke him, but now he was getting mad. His eyes glanced down at his chest, watching your finger poke him repeatedly until he grabbed ahold of your wrist. “With the promotion in my hands, you’re basically under my management, so I suggest cutting down on the back talk. That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

The anger you were exuding could be felt surrounding the both of you, it felt almost suffocating, but you were too blind-sighted to say anything about it.

“Or what, Jimin? I don’t care about your position in this business, I will never take orders from you. Now get the fuck out of my office,” your tone was harsh as you pushed him away from you, causing him to bump into your desk.

Jimin bit harshly on his bottom lip, trying to keep control of his anger, but your attitude was pissing him off more than it ever had before.

And seeing you so mad left the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

You’re about to turn away from him, but his quick movements deemed that to be impossible, now having you in his hold, arm wrapped securely around your waist and switching positions with you. Your lower back was pressed up against the edge of your desk, the hard surface searing into you and making you wince.

Before you could retaliate or question what he was doing, Jimin had cupped your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“If you even think for once, you’ll be getting away with throwing your little attitude around, you’re wrong.”

Your body tensed in his hold, suddenly hyper-aware of what was happening right now, but you didn’t do anything to stop him. The pool of heat between your legs grew profusely as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but Jimin was perceptive.

He pulled you off the desk to stand in front of him before taking a step back and analysing you.

“Such a pretty face, gorgeous body. Too bad it’s paired with that foul mouth,” he scolds you, approaching your now timid form and reaching his hands out to unbutton your white blouse slowly. “Don’t deny it; you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

Of course you have. Any normal person would think about fucking their hot co-worker, now matter how they felt towards them.

“Fuck you..” Your breath hitches in your throat, feeling the cold air brush over your exposed chest. Your tits were sitting clad and pretty beneath your black bra, looking oh-so-enticing.

Jimin seemed unconvinced and merely shrugged, tracing his finger down between the lining of your cleavage with an astounding smirk. “Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, huh?”

Your silence spoke volumes.

“Before you start running your mouth again..” he starts, taking a couple steps back until he falls onto your seat. “..let’s put that foul mouth of yours to good use.”

His hands drop down to his belt, skilfully undoing the loops and pulling his black slacks down. He spread his legs apart to make room for you to sit in between them, and when he noticed that you were still standing in the same spot, he scowled. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, Miss L/N.”

Jimin’s tone was condescending, and you had to resist the urge to curse him out then and there, however your legs were moving on their own, approaching his Godly form and standing between his legs.

Your compliance was something Jimin adored. You were a handful, but you always followed instructions from higher ups because you got off on workplace validation.

You immediately fall to your knees, your fingers hooking between the waistband of his boxers and pulling the article down to free the growing hard-on he was sporting. Your hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean forward to lick a long stripe up to his tip, meeting his tantalising gaze.

“Hm, your pretty lips will have to try harder than that.”

“Fucking unfeasible,” you mutter under your breath, your mouth instinctively falling open and letting the tip of his cock fall flat against your salivating tongue as you readjusted your position, pulling yourself closer between his legs.

One quick glance up at Jimin, and you wasted no time closing her lips around his leaking tip and sinking your mouth further down around his cock, clearly struggling to take him whole, but you did what you could.

"See that's much better. You're trying so hard to suck me off, but it's too much isn't it?" Jimin brags with a shit-eating grin.

You were drawing out soft moans from him whilst his hand rested at the back of your head, almost guiding you. "Fuck, just like that baby. Keep doing that for me."

Even though he was messing with you, his praise was going a long way, urging you to give him everything and more. You pulled away from him with a frown on your face, leaving his cock standing tall and hard before leaning in again and using your tongue to land small kitten licks over his throbbing tip.

Your hands were gripping tightly at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as your lips parted once again, sinking down on him deeper than before. Your breath hitched as soon as you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, but you didn’t pull away.

"Holy shit—" Jimin's voice cracks in a moan, "Should have had you doing this sooner, you sound so perfect with my cock down your throat. Who would have known that smart-ass mouth would be so good at taking cock."

He keeps talking, praising you between moans at the feeling, hands brushing your hair out of your face so he could watch you work between his legs.

His cock was throbbing incessantly as you continued to suck him off, a stringy mess of precum and saliva dripping down the side of your lip. The messy sight of you between his legs prompted him to fuck into your mouth, pushing his cock down the tight space of your throat and he almost came.

“Shit— shit—!” Jimin quickly pulled his hips away from you, leaving your mouth empty, and you gasping and spluttering on the floor.

“What the hell?!” you exclaim, looking up at the man who’s hips seemed to be stuttering in the chair. You bring your hands up to the side of your lip, wiping off any excess saliva.

Jimin had no time to speak. He was going through what felt like the 5 stages of grief, postponing his own orgasm. Delaying his climax only frustrated him, but he did what he had to do; grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto your feet, shoving you against the glass desk.

“As much as I wanna cum down your throat, I’d rather help myself and finish inside of you..” he says, rolling your skirt above your hips and pushing your panties to the side, wallowing in the sight of your drenched cunt.

“Shameless whore.”

You felt yourself clench at his degrading words, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you spread your legs apart, trying to make room for him to stand between them.

“You think just cause you have a higher position than me, you can fuck me whenever you please?” you scoff, but even then, you’re still edging yourself towards the edge of the desk, wanting him to fill you up.

“I don’t see you stopping me.”

Jimin wrapped his hands around his length, pumping himself in his fist a couple times as he eyed the slick running between your folds. All he could think about was how desperate he was to stuff you full of his cock, make you cry on him and leave you dripping for days.

And he was gonna make that happen.

Taking a couple steps forward, he ran his tip between your folds, relishing how easily you coated his cock with your arousal, and that helped him to plunge into you with ease.

At first glance, you were evidently in pain, shock even. A mixture of both, but as soon as he started to move, all that seemed to disappear. Pleasure was washing over your body, your bones going weak each time Jimin thrusted into you, his pace rough and relentless.

“Too much, Jimin—!” your moans come out breathless, throat going dry from how long you’d kept your mouth open the moment he left it empty.

“This isn’t too much. Little Miss Y/N will take what she’s given,” he grits, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder and the slight change of mission made a pretty big difference.

You swore you could feel him all up in your guts, your walls greedily clenching around him, making him groan.

Jimin chuckled, “Gonna flood your cunt with my load.. dumb you out to the point where my cock is all you can think about,” he goes on, his deceitful words making your pussy flutter brazenly around him. “Fuck, I felt that,” he quips, his dashing smile on show as his grip around your legs tightened, hips aggressively snapping against your used cunt.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good.. maybe if I fuck my kids into you, you’ll have no choice but to listen to me,” Jimin seethes, feeling his cock throb inside of you each time you cried out his name.

“God, you’re such an asshole!” you cry out, letting out a sliver of a moan which completely went against your words.

The man smirks, lightly slapping you across your cheek and grabbing ahold of your jaw, “Let’s hope our kids get your good looks rather than your foul mouth.”

He releases you from his grip, letting your head fall back against the desk as he continued to mercilessly fuck not you. Your body was growing weak with each passing second and your mind was running laps wondering what the hell you were doing, letting him have his way with you.

Deep down, you’d been wanting this ever since he arrived.

“Come on, Y/N, cum all over my cock like you were made for it,” he taunts you, again and again, his pace becoming sloppy indicating he was close.

Your mind was becoming fuzzy and all of a sudden your senses had heightened, your orgasm catching you by surprise and completely dragging you away from reality.

It felt like ecstasy; your eyes fluttering shut as you mindlessly creamed his cock, Jimin following right after and spilling his load into the warmth of your cunt with a low groan.

He relished in the fucked out sight of you, your hard, powerful demeanour, now the complete opposite. It made him feel proud in a sense, having finally been able to break you down with just his cock.

You were the same as his ‘whores’.

You’d have to get used to the inferiority from now on.

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With a hopeful breath, you leaned in slowly, first leaving a gentle kiss against the scar on his cheek, just to make sure he was fully asleep, and much to your advantage, he didn’t move an inch. This gave you the a-ok to lean in towards him again, your lips softly brushing over his for a brief moment before finally latching your lips against his.

One thing about Jungkook; he was an exceptional sleeper. Nothing ever rocked him conscious unless it was on his own terms; the man made his brain his bitch, not the other way around.

A big thunderstorm? He easily slept through it.

People fighting outside his apartment? Unbothered.

Taehyung sneaking a girl into their place at the asscrack of dawn to fuck? Jungkook wouldn’t even know.

As a kid, it was great, but now that he was an adult with adult responsibilities… it sucked when he missed his alarm and therefore, missed his early morning lectures.

Being here with you in your space was no exception, and the dozing man didn’t budge a muscle the moment his childhood scar was greeted with a morning kiss, something that no other chick had ever taken the time to do since, it was kind of hard to properly study his face when they were too busy bouncing on his lap…

The second he awoke from the faintest touch of your lips pressed onto his, it was safe to say Jeon was shocked. A lot of self restraint went on in his head before the man decided to not give himself away, continuing to play asleep as he allowed you to have your way with him.

No reaction.

You pulled away from his lips to study his face. His lips hadn’t budged a bit, giving you every right to assume he was fast asleep. At least now you could live without Jungkook teasing you for being all soppy and cute, kissing him whilst he was asleep.

That just made your next step ten times easier..

Oh, he knew damn well what this meant… his cock nearly twitched as he waited for you to give him what he’d been waiting for since last night;

Jungkook swore he dreamt about it.

Propping your head up onto your palms, elbowing your pillow, you brought your body closer to his. The sheets that were once shielding your bare body, were now slipping down your front, a little cleavage coming into view. That could be another thing Jungkook wakes up to.

The so-called ‘promise’ Jungkook had casted upon you was lingering in the back of your mind as you dipped your hand under the covers, fingertips tracing each and every crevice of his God-like body whilst you kept your eyes glued to his face, anticipating some kind of reaction, but it seemed like the man slept like a rock. Your left hand did the job of tracing over his v-line, teasingly slow before your palm had completely cupped over his bulge, eyes widening feeling him throb against your palm.

He definitely wasn’t asleep, unless he was having a wet dream to be that hard already.

To answer a couple of your theories, you wrapped your small hands around his pulsating cock, leaning in towards him to lick the shell of his ear. “Are you sure you’re asleep, Koo? I don’t think you are…” you whisper, just in case he was actually asleep. “So hard already, were you dreaming about me taking your cock?” your voice remained steady and soft, wrists working around him to get the blood rushing to his hardening member. Jungkook was growing bigger within your grasp, and that was your queue to take the next step.

You let go of him, leaving his cock to stand tall and hard under the sheets whilst you dove under them, slowly and carefully sliding your bare body down next to him so you could straddle his legs and come face first with his morning wood, tip flushed pink and brooding.

“I’m the ‘bestest’ friend you’ve ever had,” you say to herself, letting your tongue slip past your lips and inch it self towards his erection, starting at the base, the tip of your tongue would slide up to the head of his cock, outlining every protruding vein you could spot. Along the way, you’d leave small kisses along the base, trailing them up to leave a tender kiss to his throbbing tip and then, without giving yourself nor him the time to adjust, your plump lips were wrapping around the head of his angry-looking cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N…”

So much for pretending to be passed out.

Jungkook couldn’t help it, the lazy grin playing at his chapped lips once he’d been caught or the slight bucking of his hips once you’d trapped him in place with just your lips alone, feeling himself grow bigger and more rigid within the limited space of his best friend’s mouth as Jeon tightly pulled his bottom lip between his set of locked teeth, breathing ragged through his flared nose.

Your dirty little comments didn’t help his enlarging erection, and he had to hold on for dear life so that he wouldn’t bust in your warm mouth right at that second, heavy cock jerking whilst the tip of his dick remained still even as your soft fucking lips hugged around his bulging tip.

“Shit, gotta see your face—”

Jungkook eagerly pushed the covers that sat above his lower body and your head aside to properly look at just that.

You.

Your tits sure had a way of leaving him in a trance, especially now that they hovered so close to his dick, dangling right above his angry shaft as your upper body arched forward for his own satisfaction.

“Fuck, you look so goddamn pretty with my fat cock in your mouth, baby.” Jungkook extended his tatted arm to comb through your tangled hair with his fingers, jaw slack, yet tense whilst he heavily stared down at you.

“Your mouth..” Jungkook began to grind his hips into your mouth, just enough, giving you a little push as he watched how a small part of him disappeared between your stretched lips. “It’s like it was made just for you to get me off, huh? Pretty little fuckin’ thing, you’re so fucking hot— hmph..”

The soft graze on the your hair soon turned more rough, Jungkook’s palm pressed flat over the top of your head as his fingers bunched a handful of your hair into his stubborn grip, propping himself up on his elbow to watch you from a closer perspective, cockily thrusting his flexed thighs forward, basically throwing his hard dick in your face.

“You gonna suck my dick real good or what?” Jungkook licked over his lips, a sarcastic half-smile taking its shameless form, “It’s what best friends do, right? Go on, I know that little pussy’s probably wet just thinking about it..”

The bastard was taunting you.

Here you were, all good and compliant for him, and he was mocking you?

‘This is exactly what best friends do’ is what you kept telling yourself to stop overthinking, but Jungkook’s words alone hit right at your core, which you had no doubt your slick was dripping over his knees by now.

You let out a muffled groan each time he thrusted his dick into your mouth, bruising the back of your throat repeatedly as your head moved in sync to his thrusts. You whimpered around him, gradually picking up the pace at your own accord until you were choking at how thick and heavy he was. Jungkook’s dick filled your throat completely, leaving little-to-no room for you to take a breath.

But that’s how you liked it.

If it wasn’t already obvious by the low chords of his moans Jungkook was absolutely losing his sanity. How could he not when you were lewdly slurping and sucking on his poor cock like it was your final meal.

Fuck, not to mention how fuckin’ gorgeous you looked while doing it, thanks to that slightly-dazed look in your teary eyes from being freshly awake and already on the job. Jungkook thought nothing could beat him getting off to the image of you in a pair of your lame glasses, but this filthy view made him rethink everything..

Your tongue lapped at the underside of his length, lips sucking around him desperately as you stared up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, but you were far from it. No matter how innocent you tried to look, no matter how much you batted your eyelashes at him, you were still straddling Jungkook’s legs with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, and nothing would change that.

It was quite demeaning, to say the least, but you had no intention of stopping.

Jungkook regretted not having done this— he glanced down at you between his muscular legs before throwing his head against the pillow that’d been scattered with the dark threads of his tousled bed hair, hand resuming to firmly push you all the way down his proudly-standing shaft— sooner, and he was 100% sure that you were able to read his blurry thoughts, sucking him off unbelievably fast and with want.

He was surprised he lasted this long.

Your jaw was aching and the buildup of saliva was dripping down the base of his cock, acting as the perfect lube and allowing him to slip in and out of the warmth of your mouth with ease.

The visual of Jungkook up ahead played as motivation for you, urging you to take his cock deeper down your throat, tightening around him as you stilled; pinching your eyes shut to stop your tears from running.

You were drooling all over his cock, creating a thick, slobbery puddle of spit at the base, and when you pulled out with a choked gasp, those same long, thick strings landed on your chest, painting over your soft tits. You didn’t care how messy thing were getting; all you cared about was pleasing your best friend.

“A-ahh.. baby, so good, what a dirty fuckin’ girl,” he audibly hissed through his clenched teeth, grinding his hips into your fucked out mouth whilst he held your head in place at his base, covered in a shitload amount of slobber and precum.

“Good girls like being naughty and suckin’ cock? Good to know— fuck, fuck,” Jungkook was surprised his lower lip didn’t start to bleed from how hard he’d been biting on it, jaw tense and the taut skin around his brows sticky as they knitted together to fuck sloppily into your mouth with want, ass practically pushing off the mattress to hit the back of your throat every time, not one miss.

Breathing heavily, lips swollen, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, you stared straight at him, not bothering to look down when you replaced your mouth with your hand, now pumping his cock between your fist and paying extra attention to his leaking tip.

Jungkook hated getting cut off in the middle of some good head just as much as the next guy, but he was forced to stop using you when you levelled yourself up to him, his hard cock squeezed within your fisted hand whilst the wettest, most dirtiest sounds of you pumping his soaked length quickly began to be too much. It also didn’t help that the same tits Jungkook drooled over before, were now dangling in front of his face.

Like bait.

You pressed down lightly on Jungkook’s abdomen with your free hand, using him as leverage to lean over his body so your glistening tits were thrown in his face. “Mouth made just for you..” you start to pick up the pace of your wrists, stooping your gaze down to meet his. “All yours, Koo.. Wanna be stuffed full of your cock everyday,” you mutter softly, leaning down to ghost your swollen lips over his own. “Will you do that for me?”

Jungkook flipped the script and flipped you both over just as quickly, manhandling you and forcibly pulling your hips upright to balance your ass up in the air as he supported himself on his knees behind you.

“Oh—” you assumed Jungkook was still pretty tired, so when he flipped you over onto all fours, ass up in the air, you were taken by surprise. So much for wanting to take the lead, but it was safe to say you had seen him become easily swayed by your actions enough to tease him about it later on. Unfortunately, Jungkook had just as much (if not more) to tease you about.

His needy were hands taking a moment to feel around each cheek seconds before spreading them apart to spit on your cunt that naughtily peeked from between.

“Oh yeah?” The man messily spread his saliva over your glistening lips and teased the slick between them with his middle and index finger, running them up and down the soaked cut of your pussy whilst he leaned over to where your head was pressed against the pillow, “Wanna feel me all up in your guts ‘till I come inside you?”

The inaudible gasp you let out from the exposure of your weeping cunt being spread apart to wits end and the way your body would jolt as soon as his thick strings of saliva landed harshly against your soaking heat, left you buckling before him.

“Shit, Jungkook..” your voice fell weak, strained almost, as you basked in his thick digits. With your palms propped up in front of you, you looked back at him over your shoulder, taking notice of the ragged expression on his face, and honestly, it was the hottest thing ever; watching his palm move at such a pace. From the glistening coating of arousal over his hand, it was obvious it was all your doing.

Jungkook squeezed your sex in his hand, beginning to rub you with the heel of his palm as he whispered in your ear, “Not now, though, gotta keep you wanting more.”

Your body was acting out on its own; spine arching seamlessly and ass pushing back towards him for more, practically begging him to fuck you right then and there.

Jungkook may lack important knowledge on some topics, but on ways to keep girls coming back? He knew what to do. You mentioned it yourself; you wanted to be stuffed full of his cock everyday. Jungkook would be damned if he didn’t fit a messy blowjob and fucking you dumb into his schedule for today.

Two separate things, for two separate occasions.

“Beg to get dicked down later and I’ll see if I feel like it, princess.”

“That’s not fair— hey!”

Once again, he flipped you over to lay on your back and stare right into her eyes, a hint of satisfaction dancing behind his own before diving in to eagerly kiss around the skin of your neck, collarbones, shoulders, and lastly tits, burying his face into them while his tongue lapped over your nipple, one hand grasping the other like a stress ball.

It didn’t matter if what he was doing was deemed fair or not. Being friends with you for so long meant Jungkook knew when you were pulling whines out of her ass for some attention from him.

In the heat of the moment, Jungkook pulled away to throw one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand squeezing between your bodies to speedily rub at your pussy, studying your shifting expression from his close perspective as he slipped his middle finger inside you, sliding it in and out of you for a few seconds whilst his shoulder pressed down further on your leg, gifting himself more access. He was

After pulling his teasing finger from your throbbing cunt for good, he gathered some of your trickling arousal onto his palm and raised the same hand to lather your tits with a thick layer of it, making the pair glisten even more under the sunlight that peeked through your blinds.

With one final look, Jungkook spat on your nipple for good measure and dug in, sucking and flicking the erect bud with the tip of his tongue whilst staring up at you with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks, engulfing your tit into his warm mouth as he circled your nipple with his wet tongue before softly nibbling on it.

His three fingers continued scissoring inside you as the pad of his thumb toyed with your clit, practically abusing your poor cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” you whimper, spine arching and lifting off the mattress and inevitably ushering your hips towards him. His middle finger was protruding between your soft walls, over and over again, like a never-ending cycle.

Every heavy breath you took triggered your walls to tighten around his digits, greedily pulling his middle finger further inside and if that wasn’t too much for you to handle, the added pleasure of his tongue lapping at her sensitive nipples, latching onto you with no room to escape, it was driving you crazy.

“Pretty girl, my pretty, good girl,” Jungkook’s wet lips rested agape as he ghosted his chin over your tit, mouth blowing hot air against your nipple the more he spewed out dirty praises for you to completely soak over on his working hand, “Fuck, you’re so tight ‘n wet, huh? Wettest pussy I’ve ever fucking felt— God..”

He looked down from your twisted face to your cunt that pulled in his curling fingers, tongue jabbing the side of his cheek in concentration whilst watching himself slip past your lower lips time and time again, thumb mercilessly rubbing and applying pressure over your swollen clit.

Your completely fucked out eyes settled before the man in front of you. Your sight was a little hazy, but you never missed the way he pleasured you with his blown out eyes that were partly shielded by the loose strands of his hair.

“I’ll fuck you later if you’re good, but now it’s my turn.”

The man didn’t elaborate further and detached himself from you, just for a moment, letting your leg drop to your side before he hovered his ripped body over you with both knees at your sides, intensely looking down at you whilst ‘straddling’ over you and advancing forward, smugly pumping his cock a few times above your flustered face with the remnants of your slick.

Oh, he was still getting off to a blowjob. Just…with a twist or two.

Jungkook toyed and squeezed the flesh of your tits with his rough palms for another moment before lowering himself just enough, holding his cock at the base and gently tapping at the skin of your glistening breasts, then nudging at your plush lips with the tip of his dick, as if asking for entrance but before you could grant him permission, he was already on his next move.

He guided his thick shaft between the valley of your breasts and held both your hands, urging you to grab your own breasts and tightly squeeze his cock between them, brows furrowing as he held back the impulse to groan right there and then.

With your mouth forced open, tongue hanging out like a desperate puppy and head thrown back against the pillow, you’d lap your tongue over the throbbing head of his cock, each lick lasting a little longer than the other as Jungkook drove himself between the valley of your breasts. Your hold on your tits would tighten around him, so as to not have him accidentally slip out during the last minute whilst pinching your sensitive nipples between your fingers.

“Tell me you’re still my best friend after this,” your eyes trains themselves on him, almost as if you were begging him to just say it for your own peace of mind. There was no way they could stay as ‘just best friends’, not when you wanted nothing more than for him to paint your tits white.. And maybe your face if he had good aim, but let’s be real; someone like Jungkook, there was no doubt his aim would be impeccable.

With his index finger curled under your chin, Jungkook forced his thumb inside your mouth to part your lips, and when there was enough room, he pushed the blushing head of his cock inside, tilting his head back as he began to gently drive his hips forward, his knuckles blown white from gripping the headboard so hard.

“I’m still your… fuck… goddamn best friend—!” It was safe to say Jungkook wasn’t in the clearest headspace to properly reevaluate his empty words, much more interested in how his dick went inside your mouth, rather than his conscience telling him that fucking like wild rabbits with a ‘best friend’ wasn’t normal.

You never missed the chance to bat your pretty lashes up at him, and the sight couldn’t get any better when his bulging tip would repeatedly disappear between the space of your swollen lips, leaving your mouth again with a sheer, slick coating of saliva and precum; the strings connecting your bottom lip to his angry head, like an unbreakable bond.

Whenever you got the chance, you’d land a couple kisses over his leaking tip before enveloping your bottom lip between your teeth to sport a look of innocence. Non-existent, but you knew it drove Jungkook wild.

“Need you to fuck my throat, Koo..” you whine, swallowing thickly to fill the vast emptiness in your throat. Your mouth falls open to wrap around as much of him as you could as his hips pushed towards your chest. The mess of drool seeping down your chin only seemed to multiply out of hunger, “A good best friend would never say no,” you pout, swollen bottom lip on show to further patronise the male.

It wasn’t easy to tend to yourself with both hands currently in use, which explained the constant squeezing around Jungkook’s legs in hopes it would ease the incessant throbbing at your core. It didn’t do much, but the skin on skin contact with him left you whimpering for more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby,” The way his shaft rapidly stroked itself between your breasts had him seeing stars, vision slightly uncentered but his thrusts never faltered, they never did, even if he felt like he was on the verge of collapsing because of how amazing you felt.

“Shit, ‘m gonna come soon, c’mere..”

Realizing that you also needed a way to get off, he intentionally wedged his knee between your legs so that you could get off on him, and his free hand hoisted you up just enough for your shoulders to support themselves against it, one hand sneaking around to clasp over the back of your head to lock you in place.

Jungkook began to fuck into your mouth mercilessly, grunting and cursing under his heavy breaths as he fucked your throat like you so kindly asked of him, the mattress rattling from the power in his movements.

“I’m so fuckin’ close— fuck me..!”

The sounds of you gagging around him as he drilled his dick between your lips and Jungkook’s vocalness were all you could hear. His words only seemed to encourage you; lips wrapping tightly around his cock and then allowing him to freely fuck your throat with ease. His grip on your scalp painful, but that didn’t matter.

Not to you.

All that mattered was your best friend.

Whenever Jungkook would retract his hips away from your face, he’d leave a flimsy mess of precum and saliva, which only got bigger when he’d thrust into your mouth again without giving you the chance to take a proper breath. It explained the raid of moans that were all muffled around him and even then, you kept going; lapping your tongue around every vein of his cock before drawing him towards you, feeling his dick throb incessantly and indicating he was close.

Jungkook’s firm grip on your head helped to push your lips further down the base of his length, effectively stilling once your nose hit his vline, letting your throat clench around him as he pulsated within the warmth of your mouth.

You looked up at him with heavy eyelids and cheeks hollowed around him, blinking slowly and on the verge of passing out on him.

What did it mean when the head game was so good, that even Jeon Jungkook was, at first, clueless to his own orgasm as he never once stopped drilling his body forward with earnest drive, heavy balls continuously slapping against your slobbered chin only to halt when a set amount of his cum trickled past your loose mouth, painting the lower part of your face in a film of his load.

“Fuck you look so pretty like this..”

Pleased but not fully, Jungkook pulled his still-pulsating cock from your mouth that was full of him. You let out a much needed gasp, your mouth hanging open and breathing heavily just to show him the mess he’d made inside. He jerked himself off a couple times above your crimson face whilst sporting a smug grin, head dropping forward and veiling his low groans when he stilled once again, spurts of his cum linked together in long ropes and spilling over your delicate features, mostly over your nose and cheeks.

You swallowed every drop he spilled down your throat before bringing your thumb up to your face, swiping at every last bit of white splayed over your cheeks and the tip of your nose and slipping your thumb into your mouth, sucking it clean with a very satisfactory hum.

Once Jungkook regained full control of himself or at least enough, he properly looked down at you with a lazy, worn out smile, finally easing his hold on the back of your head, “You look even prettier like this; all covered in my cum like a good girl. Fuck, you did good.”

Fatigue slowly hugged over his tired limbs and he found himself dropping his weight onto to the mattress, arms crossed behind his head as he took the time to let his chest settle after every inhale.

You always wore him out.

You felt the mattress dip beside you as you released a heavy sigh, finally being able to relax as you laid there on your back, staring up at the ceiling, but that didn’t last long. “Fuck.. I need a shower,” you groan, propping yourself up on your palms as you looked over at the very tired Jungkook beside you. To think you almost thought you were in love with him when you woke up… that was crazy. Actually, it still seemed like a possibility, but you couldn’t think straight feeling all icky and unclean.

If you went in the shower now, would he leave a note on your desk and leave again?

You didn’t want that. Even though it was his way of being considerate, it was the bare minimum.

But you shouldn’t care.

You threw the duvet over your front and forced yourself off the bed, pilling the excess around your body and leaving Jungkook on the bed completely naked with his dick out. You don’t spare him a glance, worried you may accidentally get distracted by the sight of him and if he caught you, you would never live it down.

“I’ll be in the shower,” you say dismissively, waving him off and scurrying out of your bedroom to lock yourself in the bathroom.

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The man was Jeon Jungkook, who recently moved in to the apartment complex opposite yours. He was around the same age as you, maybe 4 or 5 years older, but his age did not reflect his actual appearance. He was the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on; full sleeve of tattoos, brow piercings, a lip piercing you could only imagine how it would feel for him to eat you out for days on end.

These illicit thoughts of yours were nothing new. Even though your building was a few metres apart from his, when you both first laid eyes on each other that one fateful night whilst you were changing, it was as if no one else existed.

You were very much bare in front of the window, your pyjama shirt hanging over your arm like you were about to put it on, but obviously changing your mind when your eyes met his. He was sitting in his usual spot, this time with a glass of something in his hand as he watched you; revelling in the sight of your silhouette standing out beyond the dim lighting of your bedroom.

For some unusual reason, you didn’t feel the need to shy away from him. He’d seen you in this state on a number of different occasions, but this time, things felt different. Jungkook’s stare was holding much more self-conflict than you’d ever seen before, and it was good that you noticed, because on the other side, Jungkook was in his apartment, battling the urge to pull his erection out and fist his cock stupid just by the mere sight of your body.

But Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy that secretly got off to girls changing. The man had a lot of self respect for himself and for the women he interacted with. However, he couldn’t deny the number of occasions he’d watch you change and not have the urge to touch himself.

You stood out to him with your warm eyes and welcoming smile when you bumped into each other in the courtyard. It felt wrong for him to engage in any kind of inappropriate activity with you in mind. He felt like he was ruining the kind hearted being that you were.

Yet, for a brief, fleeting moment, Jungkook could’ve sworn you were giving him permission. He had to do a double take to make sure you were actually moving closer to your window and it wasn’t just an illusion.

Were you allowing this?

Yes you were.

This mutual pining between you and the man living opposite your apartment complex was tiresome. Why would you let him stare so much if you weren’t into him?

You reached over for your phone on your desk, sending Jungkook a quick message.

you: how much longer are we gonna keep staring at each other?

Jungkook’s phone buzzed beside him and he set his glass of wine down, patting his sweaty palms down on his thighs and opening the message you sent him.

He needed time to think of a casual, yet cool response, but before he could do that, you’d sent him a picture of yourself; a reflection of your body in front of the window, ankles crossed one over the other and your flash on, and Jungkook could just about make out the top of his head in the picture on the other side of the window.

He was embarrassed at how easily swayed he was by you, but how could he not be? You had your whole body out for him and him only and the thought made him swell with pride.

jungkook: i’m struggling to keep myself at bay..

With that being said, he pulled out his camera and snapped a shot of the raging boner swelling against his dress pants, and the moment he sent it to you, you gasped.

You didn’t realise he was sporting a whole rod between his legs, and the thought of him fucking into your desperate cunt, splitting you open the way you wanted made your legs buckle. You looked up to find Jungkook smirking right at you, waving his phone in his hand.

Oh, he wants to get cocky?

You raise your hand to give him a taunting wave whilst moving away from the window, sitting yourself down at the edge of your bed, where he could see you, and deliberately parting your legs to give him a distant view of your glistening cunt, all drenched in the arousal he triggered.

you: come on, mr jeon

we’ve been at this game for weeks

Your hand sneaks it’s way between your legs, copping a feel of the sticky mess painted over your slick folds as you looked up at the window, Jungkook watching you with blown out pupils and his eyes solely focused on the pussy he’d been craving.

you: i don’t think i can go another night touching myself without you…

Jungkook didn’t realise how hard he was clenching his fists right now. He wanted to storm over to your apartment and force his cock down your throat just the way you wanted him to, but he didn’t seem to have the guts, nor the strength to stand up right now, especially with the boner in his pants. It hurt to move.

jungkook: oh, is that right?

how cute.

It dawned upon him how often he stared at you, and that was obviously equivalent to the number of times you got off to him. Which was a lot.

jungkook: you enjoy being watched, don’t you, y/n?

that’s why you never get mad at me for watching you

you’re much dirtier than i thought

do you let everyone watch you undress?

You were barely paying attention to the messages blowing up your phone, too busy running your middle finger up and down your slit and protruding at your entrance and imagining Jungkook’s long, thick, tatted digits burying deep inside of you.

you: just you, mr jeon…

By now, Jungkook had a firm fist wrapped around the base of throbbing cock, pumping himself silly as he read your message and using the pad of his thumb to spread the excess precum leaking from the head of his cock. He lifted his head up from his phone to look straight at you, your body sprawled over your bed as your fingers daintily skimmed over your cunt, making your body shudder at the slightest contact.

you: wish you were here..

it’s getting boring doing this all alone :(

jungkook: i can imagine, i’ve been holding myself back for weeks

He looked up from his screen to see you still teasing yourself, and he felt bad for not being there with you.

jungkook: don’t be shy, baby

go ahead and slide that finger in for me

nice n slow

You drop your phone beside you and prop yourself up on your elbows, looking out the window to see Jungkook motioning his arm up and down, giving you all the more reason to believe he was getting off right now.

Despite your assumption, you did as he said anyway, carefully pushing your middle finger and eliciting a quiet gasp.

Jungkook had a keen eye on you, feeling his cock grow harder as he watched your body react outwardly. He’d barely made you do anything and you were already a writhing mess.

jungkook: you didn’t think to tell me that you touch yourself every night because of me?

we could’ve dealt with this issue sooner rather than later

God, if Jungkook knew these illicit feelings were mutual, he would’ve fucked you way before now, but he was too busy being careful.

Maybe he should stop being so cautious around you.

you: jungkook, i can’t do this

i want your fingers :(

You were on the verge of throwing your phone across the room out of frustration. You were tired of using the same fingers to seek pleasure, you needed something different.

jungkook: we can’t always get what we want

come on, i’m sure someone as desperate as you would find other ways to fuck herself

Your middle and index finger were moving in and out of you at a gradual pace, as you set your phone down between your legs and opened up your camera, adjusting the angle so he could see the extravagant mess you were making, before tapping the red button to record.

Jungkook was slouched in his seat, quiet groans falling from his lips and upon setting his eyes on the attachment you sent him, the man was sitting upright again, awe overtaking his features as he watched the video intently.

He had his phone volume at the max, so as soon as he pressed play, his ears were met with the sounds of your soft breaths and subtle moans, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from the main show; your digits disappearing far between your legs before reappearing completely coated in your arousal.

“Shit.. prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook continued to watch, his palm still wrapped around the base of his cock and he pumped himself slowly, imagining you whimpering and begging for his touch you so dearly couldn’t have.

He was caught off guard the when you completely retracted your digits, instead landing a light smack to your gushing pussy which triggered your body to jerk against the mattress and curse.

“Oh, Jungkook.. fuck—! Please.. I can’t do this on my own. Please don’t make me do this on my own..”

He wasn’t hearing things was he? You were definitely crying and moaning his name in the video.

Jungkook was brought out of his daydream when you smacked your weeping cunt again and then collecting the leaking mess from between your legs to then shove them past your lips.

Your moans were muffled due to your mouth being full, but Jungkook could tell from a mile away you were enjoying yourself.

And hell, he wanted to enjoy himself too.

Hurriedly tucking himself back into his dress pants, he shoved his phone into his pocket and practically zoomed over to your apartment. He knew where you lived and how you kept a spare key under your door mat (from the countless interactions he had with you) and when he reached your door, he fumbled to unlock it, his hands breaking out into a sweat and his boner not providing him much assistance in calming down.

You were too far gone to notice Jungkook had already welcomed himself into your home. Your body had sunk further into the mattress as your fingers did the same, diving between your folds and presumably bottoming out when you couldn’t handle anymore.

“You still can’t get off on your own?”

Jungkook’s voice forces every movement in your body to still.

You forced yourself up and off the bed, grabbing your sheets in a bid to cover up, but what was the point? He’d seen you naked multiple times.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come over so soon..” you say, fumbling with your sheets and Jungkook could only laugh.

“You’re acting as if you didn’t send me that video of you crying for me, Y/N. I can’t leave you like that now, can I?” Jungkook shook his head at analysing your features to see that there were remnants of tears marking your flushed cheeks, and it was so endearing for him to look at.

“You could’ve at least knocked—”

“—Why’d you stop?” he asks, gesturing towards your bed and and your shielded body. “I figured you’d keep going.”

You’re about to respond and defend your case, but before you could open your mouth, Jungkook was approaching you at high speed, reaching his hand out to wrap securely around your throat as he shoved his lips against yours.

As expected, you were melting against him, your body easing up and limbs no longer tense, your sheets were falling off your body and pooling around your ankles. A shudder ran down your spine and Jungkook took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and tighten his hold around your neck, keeping you in place for his better advantage.

His boner was pressed against your stomach as your arms hung loosely by your sides, allowing the man to position and handle you as he pleased “You gonna let me take you however I want?” he mumbles against your lips, pushing your body back towards the window until you couldn’t go any further. “Your tight cunt isn’t ready for me, Y/N. We gotta stretch you out just right for this to work.”

You simply hum, already feeling a little light headed having not taken a breath in the last two minutes, but thankfully Jungkook noticed, briefly retracting his hand from around your throat and pulling away from you so you could both take a breather.

Only the exchange of heavy breaths were filling your bedroom, as Jungkook took in the state of you; your lips all puffy and swollen, cheeks flushed pink and stained with tears from earlier on, and just the slightest hint of red adorning your neck from where his hands previously sat. Your tits were sat perfectly, nipples hardened and briskly brushing against the mesh material of his shirt.

You didn’t have much time to wrap your head around what was going on, because before you knew it, Jungkook settled his hands tightly on your hips and forcing you to turn around, pushing you up against the window with your ass out for him to rock himself against you from behind.

“You’re gonna look out that window, and you’re gonna imagine I’m sitting there, watching you get the life fucked out of you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look straight ahead at the only apartment that had its lights on.

Who were you to say no to him?

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Jungkook was pretty sure you caught his stomach rumbling, just the of steaming hot ramen after a long fuck had his insides doing all sorts of flips and turns whilst you hugged around him, clinging tightly to his back despite him often telling you that in case there ever was an accident, he’d stop time and make sure he was the only one who got hurt.

Like a superhero.

The silly promise itself was far-fetched, but anything that helped you feel at ease was important to him as your best friend, and so Jungkook always reminded you of it.

Once you both reached the convenience store, Jungkook urged you to go ahead inside whilst he sent a quick message to his beloved Hobi, which just consisted of non-stop apologies and a little sucking up here and there.

Leaving Jungkook outside, you swiftly grabbed a basket upon entering the store, taking a quick glance around to see if you could find what you were looking for. The store was empty, aside from the guy behind the counter who seemed heavily indulged in the newspaper resting between his fingers.

Good, it meant you could look around in peace without having to bump heads with strangers or try to squeeze past them whenever they were blocking the aisle.

You didn’t bother waiting for Jungkook, walking further into the store and browsing to your heart’s content. Food shopping was way more fun than clothes shopping. The key to a girl’s heart? Food. Nothing more, nothing less, and you were pretty good at feeding into your heart, as demonstrated now, literally sweeping the individual packs of ramen off the shelves and not keeping an eye on how your itty bitty shopping basket was on the verge of overflowing.

It didn’t take long to notice your arm being weighed down by the basket, and it was then you saw your beloved packets of ramen overflowing from the teeny tiny carrier. You set the basket down with a huff, staring at it as if it would magically get lighter with the cold stare you were giving it, but nope. Now you were stuck on making the stressful decision on which packs wanted to keep and which ones you wanted to get rid of.

Obviously, you needed help deciding on what to get, so you pulled out your phone from your clutch, navigating yourself to your ‘frequently contacted’ list and finding Jungkook’s name right at the top.

Of course.

You tapped on his name and raised the device up to your ear, letting it ring a couple times before he picked up.

Jungkook had already started his short walk towards the store when his phone rang, “Already?” The part of him that knew how angry ‘Sunshine Hoseok’ could get, quickly turning down his volume and readying himself for the loud scolding that would surely burst through his phone’s speaker, but like other times, it was you that always knew when to swoop in and save his ass from overthinking. He swore you had a sixth sense of some kind, and tonight, that suspicion only tripled.

“I need your help, Jeon…” you mutter through the phone, nibbling on your bottom lip as you stared down at the basket.

With one hand in his pocket and his cell in the other, Jungkook smiled and tipped his head to have a peek inside the several aisles he walked past, looking to spot you even if he was already having a conversation with you over the phone, “Y/N needs my help? That’s new— Woah.”

When he finally did find you, the brunette didn’t hang up just yet, “Don’t worry, your savior’s here.” The man stared at the overflowing basket, then at you crouched down next to it.

Cute.

“But uh… the back of your dress is undone.”

How oblivious could you be to not notice your whole back was on show? Not only that, but literally on show to the whole world?

That was when Jungkook ended the call and chuckled amusingly, walking closer behind you to haul you up to your feet, fingers latching onto the zipper of your dress and pulling it up all the way. You were about to pry his hands off, claiming you could do it on your own (you were all about being independent) but your back was no longer exposed since Jungkook zipped you up pretty quickly.

He suddenly drew you incredibly close to his hard chest by the waist, speaking clearly into your ear, “Looks like you had a lot of fun, didn’t you, pretty girl?”

The words he’d elicited stayed ghosting over your ear, which was now burning red along with the back of your neck. You bet Jungkook knew what he was doing to you; riling you up again, making you a blushing, incoherent mess being that close to you and calling you a pretty girl.

Then, like nothing happened, Jungkook inspected the different kinds of flavors that made up the small basket, “Let’s get chicken, lime chili with shrimp and spicy beef. Those are the best.” He couldn’t be bothered to stay serious.

When Jungkook waltzed off, you stood frozen in your spot, staring at him like he just committed a murder. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you curse under your breath, literally in awe watching him sort through the ramen packets in your basket.

If he’s gonna play like that, then so will you.

You joined him on the floor, crouching down and picking up a couple of your own favourite flavours, engulfing the packs towards your chest. “I’ve had more fun, Mr Jeon..” you wink at the man and stand up straight again, walking away from him and out of the aisle to browse for some sweet snacks. You were obviously lying through your teeth, but you’d do anything to get back at him. Plus it wasn’t fair that Jungkook always had the upper hand.

How many times does a man walk around in public with their pants falling down?

Barely ever.

Picking up the small basket now that he’d hurriedly thrown in two of each flavor, the man’s tongue poked against his cheek whilst he followed after you with his brows raised, making sure no one was around to bat an eye before taking a hold of your wrist, stopping you just as you were about to reach out for a bar of chocolate.

“Oh yeah? I’m not so confident about that, and I don’t think you are either.”

With real confidence, Jungkook pulled your hand back, steering it between your closely lingering bodies, and clasped it snug over his clothed dick, coaxing you to really grope the warm bulge in his pants and get a true feel of what formerly caused you to cry out until you lost your breath, “Face it; you like having my cock in your hands, huh? You like knowing it’s there, all big ‘n hard, ready for you to fuck yourself on it..”

His hot breath clashed against your neck from where he stood, trapping you between the shelves of sweet candy and his sour self, momentarily craning his neck to make sure the old man at the counter didn’t budge from his spot.

You almost groaned against his ear, your palms heating up against his heavy cock as you stayed frozen, not really knowing how to act. It was more embarrassing that you couldn’t fight back, especially since he was speaking the truth.

Like a knockoff psychic, Jungkook continued to verbally read your mind and expose your dirtiest thoughts you assumed you’d hidden well.

The man prompted you to squeeze his clothed bulge harder, although you didn’t need much guidance. “The thought of my cock fucking into any other tight pussy but your own… you don’t like that either, do you?”

Just the thought of Jungkook fucking other girls was unpleasant. You never really cared about who he shoved his dick into until now.

Did he plan to keep fucking other girls after all of this?

You had no say in that sector, you weren’t exactly dating so Jungkook could do as he pleased. Oh, but you couldn’t deny the tiny hint of jealousy swimming in your chest knowing that that could be a possibility. You weren’t going to tell him though, it’d probably open doors to a bunch of other feelings and questions you left unbothered.

“You’re greedy. You’re a good girl but you’re fucking greedy.” Jungkook cheekily tipped his head to the side to catch a better look at your face now that he was nearing the end of his speech, “Why?”

He made it sound like an open ended question, and you were about to answer, but he beat you to it, cockily shaking his head with a deep chuckle, “Because I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had. I made you sob just by eating you out good, how could I not be?”

If Jeon had a mic, he would drop it, but since he didn’t happen to magically have one at hand, the bastard settled for grabbing the chocolate bar you were reaching out for before walking backwards, facing you with the biggest, most smug grin on his face. “Be quick and pick out whatever you want, I’m starving.” he says, distancing from you as the warmth of his bulge lingered against your palm, urging you to flex your hands as you stared back at him, wanting nothing more than to slap that smug grin off his face.

Bastard.

You didn’t bother looking at what snack you were grabbing, pulling it off the shelf with a huff and following behind him, literally burning your eyes into his body.

“That might be true..!” you shout, catching up to him with all your little snacks against your chest. You nudge past him, looking back at him over your shoulder and being cautious not to bump into anything whilst walking, “..But that wouldn’t stop me from sleeping with other guys.”

Pfft, yes it would. You couldn’t even get off anymore without thinking about Jungkook, let alone sleep with someone that wasn’t him.

Since Jungkook possessed such a big, thoughtful heart, the bulky man let you have the last say in this foolish little quarrel before sitting the basket of ramen on the checkout counter, uninterested in whatever new lie you made yourself believe whilst he made small talk with the elder man behind the counter that carefully scanned your items, suddenly overly interested in what the newspaper had to say.

Watch— you’ll come begging for him faster than you could, or want to get with another guy. Jungkook was damn well aware that unlike him, you were secretly sensitive within the hard walls of your exterior and you didn’t sleep around with just anyone.

And Jungkook was far from a stranger to you.

“Thank you, have a good night,” he bid his goodbyes to his elder and snatched the plastic bag overfilled with snacks before you could grab it, already ripping off the wrapper of his chocolate bar by the time you both made it outside.

“Here,” he spoke through a big mouthful, forcing the remaining half of the bar into your mouth, his index finger hooked under your chin as he brushed the specks of chocolate off your lips with his thumb.

“Done talking now?”

Hell no, you had a lot to say, but couldn’t exactly get your words out with your mouth stuffed full of chocolate.

Actions speak louder than words..

You clamped your teeth down on his thumb, hard enough to hurt him and force a reaction out of him but not too much, releasing his thumb just as quickly as you bit down on him, turning your back towards the male and reaching over for the bulky helmet you were wearing before.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Jungkook stared at you like you were batshit crazy, hissing as the reddened skin of his thumb throbbed in pain now that it’d been freed from the wrath of your teeth. The pounding sensation drove Jungkook to have to settle for pathetically engulfing the tip of his thumb in his mouth whilst he sucked on it like a helpless child, hoping to ease his suffering in the quickest way possible.

“That should teach him..” you mumble under your breath, throwing the helmet on as you swallowed down the last of the chocolate and climbed over his motorcycle. “Hurry it up, Jeon.”

Nothing helped his pain, not even flicking the space between your brows before properly adjusting the helmet you’d carelessly thrown over your head, glaring at you moments before he saw it as an opportunity to self-pity and get his way, “If it bruises, you owe me a blowjob first thing tomorrow morning.”

Jungkook thought it was more than fair, and so before you had the chance to object or whine about it, he hopped on his motorcycle after sliding the plastic bag over one of the leather handles and let the sound of the engine conceal whatever you had to say from behind him, that smug little smile reappearing.

He was most definitely going to bite extra hard on his thumb a second time before going to sleep tonight.

With that plan engraved in his mind and the thought of inhaling heaps of ramen the moment they got to your place eating him alive, Jungkook veered recklessly and determinately twisted his sleek bike’s throttle to accelerate at higher miles down the busy street, cutting off a few cars, plus a cab.

The initial plan was to have a hot meal once you both got to your dorm, but… things changed.

“H-hmph! Fuck, baby— oh fuck..” Jungkook’s flexed body stilled and jaw slacked as he dropped his head over your shoulder, nudging at the thin strap of your dress that hung low over your slick skin, mumbling a series of other curses under his breath whilst he came inside you for the second time that night, hips still grinding down on your poor, stretched out cunt with slow drags.

It all started when you put your glasses on to properly read something on the back of the ramen packets and… the rest was obvious.

It wasn’t like the second round came out of the blue, Jungkook made his horniness pretty clear at the convenience store and the addition of your nerd glasses made him undeniably rock hard.

So that makes it, what? Three times you’ve fucked? Twice in the span of two hours? That was definitely a personal record for you, probably not for Jungkook, but still an achievement either way. He was pretty bad at keeping his dick in his pants, but were you complaining?

Absolutely not.

You’d let Jungkook fuck you five times over without hesitation, which explained the little-to-no fight you put up when he first set his hands on you.

Now here you were, glasses all fogged up and hair a complete mess, half opened packets of ramen sitting on your kitchen counter, abandoned far away from you.

Your appetite had disappeared so the ramen was deemed void in its existence right now.

Once you were able to catch your breath and bring yourself back to reality, you fluttered your eyes up to a very exhausted Jungkook. “So now I can’t wear my glasses without making your dick jump?” You were now contemplating on whether you’d have to snap your glasses in half and stay blind for the rest of your life just so you could read something as little as the ingredients on the back of a packet of ramen, or the instructions on how to build a shelf from Ikea.

Imagine that; wearing glasses increases the chances of getting dicked down. The thought made you giggle and soon your focus was diverted to the sticky mess of white collecting right beneath you.

“Yeah well, what can I say,” Jungkook easily slips out from the wet mess stuffed between your split thighs with an exhale, the muscles in his sleek arms flexing as he lowered to your level on the familiar couch, holding himself back from blatantly laughing in your face because of how your fogged up glasses shielded your eyes, “I just really dig pretty nerds with glasses. Smart women make me hard, take it as a compliment.”

Maybe it was too soft of a gesture, but Jeon pressed his puckered lips to the tip of your nose before carefully pulling your black framed glasses off your face and pulling you onto his bare lap, palms conveniently squeezing the meat of your ass as your dress bulged around your stomach that was stamped with small hickies.

“You still wanna eat something, Y/N?”

If the guys saw the way Jungkook turned extremely clingy whenever he was alone with you, sliding your frame up his lap until his cock was squished under your weight and his hands refusing to let go of you, they would actually laugh in his face. “Or do you just wanna go to bed? We can always make some in the morning, up to you.” Jungkook clearly hinted that he would be sticking around until you were both awake, and unless the world came to an abrupt end, that was his plan.

You couldn’t get rid of him that easily.. Plus, he really wanted that blowjob.

You shook your head, leaning forward to set your chin on his shoulder, whilst your palms made home on his chest, taking notice of his heavy breathing. “I’m tired..” is all you say to him, trying to stop your eyes from sealing shut and keeping yourself distracted by tracing small, but faint, circles over his bare chest.

Things felt too soft. Too intimate, actually, and maybe that wasn’t safe for either of you, but it felt right.

Normally, you’d grow easily uncomfortable around other guys, but Jungkook? Not around Jungkook.

Never around Jungkook.

You pull away from his warmth, sleepiness and exhaustion very visible in your eyes as you try to muster up a smile. “Can we go to bed?” you tilt your head to the side, softly poking his built chest with your index finger. “Please?” The tone of your voice was unusually soft and your pupils had expanded beyond depths, definitely playing that ‘I always get what I want with just one look’ act. “—Unless you’re hungry for more?”

It was a joke. Hell, you couldn’t handle three rounds in one night, but then again, you wouldn’t know since you’d never gotten to that point with anyone before.

Maybe one day, you and Jungkook—

Absolutely not. You were getting way too ahead of yourself.

Jungkook was always hungry for more, but the starving man craved your radiating warmth in other ways, and tonight was one of those rare instances where he really wanted to make things right. A great fuck only fixed so much. He still felt a little guilty for leaving so abruptly that one morning you both slept together for the first time, and more than anything, Jungkook regretted not sleeping with you properly.

Literally.

Without thinking of your next move, your puckered lips placed a gentle kiss over the subtle scar on his cheek. “Let’s just save the ramen for tomorrow morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, good idea, I’m tired too.” He flashed you a lazy, tired grin once you pulled back from kissing over his faint scar and in a quick and flawless motion, the sleepy man scooped you up in his strong arms and began the short journey to your bedroom, completely disregarding the messy pool of his cum on your infamous couch.

That was a problem for another day, plus Jungkook liked the idea of leaving something of his behind to remind you of him whenever you kicked him out for days at a time to properly study.

Confidently and gently, he sat you down on the edge of the bed before helping you slip out of your bunched up dress, suddenly feeling too comfortable with the bare nudity. It wasn’t the kind of comfortable where Jungkook wanted to shove his cock inside of you again, but the kind of comfortable where an embrace would be a more appropriate response to the buzzing happening behind the bars of his broad chest.

“C’mere,” Jungkook joined you on your spot on the bed before navigating the both of you up towards the wooden headboard, stopping when you reached the soft pillows and he was able to pull the cold covers above your bodies, comfortably crossing one arm behind his head while the other easily wrapped around your smaller shoulders, supporting your cheek on his breathing chest.

“You owe me head, by the way,” he purposely twiddled the thumb that was closest to you in front of your face, clear it was starting to bruise just slightly even in the dimness of the quiet room.

You almost burst out laughing at his persistence. You didn’t even bite him that hard for his thumb to be bruised. He was acting like he wasn’t biting on his thumb whilst staring you down with your glasses on. “In your dreams, Jeon, I spotted you trying to make it worse,” you laugh softly, opening your mouth to make it seem as if you’d bite him again. “I’ll bite your thumb off for real this time.” You shoot him a threatening glare, which played off as a pout and thus lost all its credibility to be threatening.

You shook your head and set your palm beneath the side of your face, resting over his beating heart as you stared straight ahead at the onslaught of books sitting neatly on your shelf, ranging from textbooks to romance books. It was a pretty tall shelf, so it wasn’t surprising you’d hoarded your personal favourites.

Would now be a good time to talk?

Jungkook did mention he was tired, and so were you, but the longer you both held off ‘the talk’, the more uncertain you began to feel. One fuck was easy to come back from, but now three?

Pretending like it didn’t happen wouldn’t work, but you didn’t wanna leave things unaddressed no matter how much you hated confrontation. Knowing Jungkook, he probably forced himself to sleep so his ‘promised’ blowjob could come around quicker.

You craned your head to look up at him, the tiredness within his eyes hard to mask.

The conversation could wait until tomorrow.

Or never.

“If you fall asleep before me, I’ll wake you up with head.”

In a comedic, dorky sort of way that oftentimes contradicted Jeon Jungkook’s fuckboy nature, the playful man instantly forced his eyelids shut whilst he was consumed with total darkness, cute wrinkles framing the ends of his eyes as he tightly pinched them shut for your amusement.

He wanted to hear your soft laughter ring out in the safety of your room. Was that a crime?

Jungkook was an expert on you— enough to know that even if he fell asleep first or not, he’d probably still wake up to the sight of his dick in your mouth.

Fuck, that would truly be the best way to start his day.

The same thumb that he tormented you with, brushed softly over your shoulder, a touch so innocently done that he didn’t even know he was doing it; clearly losing the race against his exhaustion after it’d quickly caught up to him.

His loud yawn gave away his damning defeat, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jeon.”

After bidding him goodnight, you stayed awake for a couple more minutes, merely just thinking to yourself.

Jungkook was a nice guy. Aside from the constant sleeping around with different girls, he was genuinely a good person. He definitely knew how to treat a girl right. Look at the both of you; you weren’t together, yet he always made sure you were catered to first and you’d find yourself smiling at every little thing he did.

He was cute, kinda dopey and endearing around you, and you were lucky to be one of the few people to witness that side of him. If he were to leave his ‘fuckboy-ery’ ways, you had no doubt he’d make the perfect boyfriend.

Being left alone with these thoughts so late at night was a pretty bad idea. Majority of the time you’d be thinking the most inane of thoughts like right now; a relationship with your best friend. Going on cute dates, sleeping in together, taking those cute couple photos and posting them online.

But that wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon.

All your dwelling on what you couldn’t have, triggered the sleep in your eyes and soon enough, you were out like a light.

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Hoseok looks up at you briefly, expecting to hear you throw a bunch of shit at him, but before you even got to that stage, he continued, “And then there’s that measurements system the company works with here that’s still a little difficult for my head to wrap around. I’m more used to my national standards, so it’s just weird around here.” With every word, he was growing a little more confident, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shifting himself right now. “I would just.. greatly appreciate if you didn’t constantly pressure me, and the other employees for that matter.”

You could only scoff at his words. You weren’t that kind of colleague. You refused to be that kind of colleague. You were merely motivating them your way.. which consisted of a lot of rough language and maybe a few unsolicited, work-related threats.

You cleared your throat and took a few steps towards him. “I understand that you came from abroad, but international or not, you’re meant to know every measurement system by heart, since this company is global. It’s one of the requirements needed to get the role.” You were trying to be smart, trying to find every possible way you could one-up on him by spewing out complete bullshit at this point. “Ha, who did you fuck to get this job?”

It was a strong claim you were making, and you knew Hoseok wasn’t interested in that stuff. The guy literally lived and breathed work.

“Excuse me?” he spoke up, his tone a little more stern than before. Did you really think he was that incompetent he couldn’t get a job through normal means? That the only way he could ever be successful was by getting into someone’s pants?

It was no lie that Hoseok was a desirable man within the workplace; with him working under you, you noticed many hungry eyes that would follow him down the corridors, in the cafe, in his shared office. But you hated it, because someone would always come up to you, asking about his relationship status only because you lived with him. It was exhausting having to refuse 10 girls a day asking for his number.

“I have the required qualifications and a degree in data analysis. That’s how I got the job. I’m sorry you can’t seem to understand, but I’ll let you think what you want.”

It was clear this dilemma was no longer a professional matter. It was off the job hours, and neither of you were on company property. Did it matter how far you went with your comments?

Of course it did. Hoseok was still your friend.

He continues, “If I were to fuck anyone above me for this job, I’m pretty sure I would’ve fucked you by now.”

“I beg your pardon?” You knit your eyebrows at the lean man, seemingly mad but really, you were just trying to fight the urge to let your eyes dip down his suited body.

Hoseok merely dismisses you, turning the knob of his bedroom door, “I’ll work on it tonight and fix it by tomorrow.” And then he disappears behind the door, leaving you to stand there alone, your growing pile of insults only towering on top of one another with nowhere to go.

“I— fuck..” You groan and ball your hands into tight fists, “Fuck you, Jung Hoseok!” you shout, flipping him off with your middle finger. You didn’t know if you were cussing him out as your colleague, roommate, or friend, but all you knew was that you needed to call it a day. The day so far was stressful and exhausting enough, you didn’t need Hoseok to add more to your stress when you were literally in your own home.

You snatch your bag off the counter and storm into your room, making sure to slam the door shut extra loud (loud enough for him to hear) before throwing yourself front-first onto your bed.

For the remainder of the day, Hoseok was glued to his laptop, Excel opened on half of his screen and another tab on the other half showing him the correct measurements he should’ve used first time around. His mistakes were pretty deep, so he scrapped the whole spreadsheet and created a new one from scratch; this time ensuring he used the correct formulas and such so as to not have a repeat of this morning.

He spent hours trying to perfect it, and when he was done, he attached it to your work email address, double checking your status before actually sending it through.

Offline (5 hours)

Good. It meant he could relax a little before you got the chance to scold him for messing up again.

He finally got out of his desk and left his room, with the sole intention to get something to eat, but actually, he hadn’t heard from you since you got back. Normally you’d be screaming your head off on the phone, arguing with someone over purchase orders and invoices, but Hoseok’s ears were met with silence.

He may hate you right now, but he was still a little concerned about you, so he stopped his journey to the fridge and instead made his way to your room, noticing your bedroom door was slightly ajar and the room was dark. Forming a hook with his index finger, he’d knock on your door softly, cautious to not wake up the beast within you (he had the bitter experience of dealing with your moody attitude when you didn’t get enough sleep).

When there was no response from inside, he slowly pushed the door wide open, giving himself room to lean against the door frame as your body soon came into sight. Hoseok stared at you for a minute, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned you up and down. You looked so peaceful; the complete opposite of how you were a couple hours ago and he wondered why you couldn’t be like this more often.

The prettiest.

You were fast asleep on your side, still clad in your work clothes but having already ditched your blazer on the chair by your desk. Your skin tight skirt was partly rolled up your thighs, giving him the perfect view of your pretty panties sitting between your legs and he wondered just how often you rocked up to work like that.

It wasn’t his place to judge though, nor was it his place to gravitate towards your bed, but he was doing it anyway.

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, diverting his eyes elsewhere, but he always found them landing on you.

Before you were his superior, you were his friend and his roommate. Right now, he just wanted to deal with you.

His way.

Hoseok found himself kneeling on your mattress, his ears picking up on your steady breathing. It was almost silent but he knew you slept like a rock in general, so he had nothing to worry about.

He ran his fingertips along the curve of your body, being extremely subtle with his touch to not wake you up. He waited for you to ease up a little before hooking his finger under the hem of your skirt, pulling it up gently to bunch at your hips so he could set his palm on the flesh of your ass. With his thumb spreading you apart, he had a front row view of your soiled panties practically glued to your heat and he had to resist the urge to groan.

You had to be dreaming. You couldn’t be this wet over nothing.

Hoseok shifted your underwear to the side and almost salivated at the sight of your stripped cunt from behind, glistening in all its glory and he couldn’t wait any longer; finally closing in on the gap between you two and landing a long, needy lick against you, then running the tip of his tongue up and down between your folds until he was forced to stop.

Your legs were closing in on his face and as much as he hated the idea of it, he tore himself away to look up at you; still fast asleep, yet you’re once soft features now looked tense.

Why weren’t you waking up?

To make things a little easier for himself, he placed his hand over your hips, turning you over to lie on your back (which was too easy) so he could be met with you sound asleep; silk blouse slipping down your shoulders, all creased. Your cleavage was peeking out from under the silk material with the added hint of lace accompanying.

He cursed under his breath and diverted his attention to the mess between your legs, leaning in to place a small kiss over your clit before his tongue lapped at your folds. He didn’t miss the way your breathing had quickened and your body shuddered, and it all felt like a dream to you.

A dream you refused to wake up from.

From your bodily reactions, Hoseok could tell you were left absolutely starved. With the role you had, he doubted you had an output for your needs. Maybe he could ease some of the stress for you so he wouldn’t need to deal with your sour attitude once you wake up.

“Cute..” he mutters to himself, trailing his index finger between your legs, spreading your folds apart to blow lightly against you.

You started shifting against the bed, unknowingly edging your hips closer towards him, and it startled him for a second when his finger ‘accidentally’ dipped inside you, earning a breathless sigh from you.

Just that triggered Hoseok to latch his mouth onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking harshly whilst his finger disappeared inside you, enveloped nicely by your soft walls as your quiet moans filled his ears.

“Oh, God.. Hobi…”

Hobi.

Shit, it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard you say, and it drove him mad, now flattening his tongue against your drenched folds as his nose budged at your clit. His finger was pumping in and out of you at a slow pace at first, but once he added a second finger, his pace was ungodly, it left you writhing.

Hoseok licked up all the juices that continuously seeped out of you whilst your mind became a haze. The air surrounding your sleeping body grew hot within a couple minutes and suddenly this dream was feeling a little too real. You were so sensitive, and it was something your fellow roommate wasn’t expecting, and normally he’d go easy, but after the way you treated him today? Easy was not an option. Not when you were dreaming about him with your pussy all out in the open.

“More.. more, more…” you chant softly to yourself, your eyelids momentarily opening only to close shut again as soon as he forcefully gripped your hips with one hand to pull you towards his mouth, giving him the room to leisurely lick upwards as a stream of your arousal connected the both of you.

Both his digits would swim inside you, copping a feel of you clamping down on him greedily. “Like this, huh?” he questions, feeling around your tight pussy in slow circles whilst kissing at your inner thighs.

The gesture was soft enough to wake you up; eyes fluttering open to look down at your coworker with his head between your legs. He expected you to kick him in the face, but the soft pout on your lips said otherwise.

“Hoseok.. what—?”

He spat down onto your cunt, watching the glistening substance trickle down your slit before attaching his mouth around your swollen nub, forcing you to whimper. The last thing he wanted was for you to scold him and he couldn’t take you seriously in this state.

“I think we’ve established our dear Miss L/N, likes getting her pretty pussy ate, when she’s not breathing down our necks,” he teases, plunging two digits into your gaping hole and watching your body jerk at the impact. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

The satisfaction was overwhelming for you, having just woken up and still trying to adjust your sight by blinking a couple times, but did you really wanna see the mocking faces he was making at you? You already knew it was Hoseok from all the rings on his fingers glimmering from the light coming through the doorway.

“God, yes..” you breath out, adjusting your position to prop yourself up on your forearms, your eyebrows knitted together and bottom lip all swollen from how hard you were biting down on it.

“You gonna fire me for this, Y/N?” A low chuckle is heard from the pits of his throat as Hoseok withdrew his fingers from inside you, delivering a harsh smack to your oversensitive cunt, and before you could release a cry, he was lying on his side beside you with an arm propping him up, whilst the two fingers that were drenched in a mixture of saliva and slick delve into your mouth in a bid to shut you up.

You didn’t have the powers to fire him (not that you’d want to if he kept treating you like this), God knows you were shamelessly enjoying yourself.

“D’you think I’d get a promotion for this? For getting my hands on my superior and treating her desperate pussy the way it deserves to be treated?” Hoseok’s eyes lingered down to your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, pushing his fingers further into your mouth as your lips wrapped around his long digits.

You did a poor job at avoiding making a mess, drooling down the base of his fingers until the substance dripped down your chin, making it even more difficult for you to respond.

Hoseok revelled in watching you struggle. It made the blood rush to his cock faster than he anticipated and he made sure to rut himself against the side of your hips. “I’ve been up all fucking night doing some bullshit spreadsheet for you, and look where it got me,” he seethes, annoyance gripping at his tone as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving you a heaving, gasping mess.

You barely had any time to catch your breath before Hoseok climbed on top of you, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look up at him.

“You gonna apologise for earlier?”

“No.” You had nothing to apologise for. Hoseok fucked up, and that was on him. You were merely disciplining him for his incompetence. If he couldn’t handle a scolding, then what the fuck was he doing in this company?

“No?” he repeats your words, now squeezing your cheeks together and leaning down to ghost his lips over your pouty ones. “I know women like you don’t just give out apologies. I’m tired of your shit, so I’ll make you apologise.”

“I don’t need to apologise to you!” You felt much more awake than you were before, and you cocked a challenging brow at him, a little startled when he climbed on top of you, fiddling with the fly of his creased dress pants so he could pull his cock out to let himself dangle above your face.

You didn’t expect him to be so… big, and it looked like Hoseok noticed the first round shock on your face and he chuckled, holding his heavy cock in his hands as he edged his bulging tip towards your lips and almost forcing himself past to watch you earnestly take his cock like he dreamed.

“Better put that mouth of yours to good use, or I’ll end up fucking you raw.”

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Except he did turn up.

He turned up an hour after you’d done the deed with this stranger, and when Taehyung spotted you in bed with him, he was enraged.

You couldn’t stop him from dragging the stranger out of the apartment, throwing a couple punches here and there and for a minute, you thought you were next.

But Taehyung could never hurt you.

Not like that at least.

He had far too much love for you to hurt you in any way, but he was hurting a lot. Seeing your girlfriend in bed with a complete nobody was a sight no person should ever have to witness.

He had to do something. He wanted to hurt you. Simply screaming in your face wouldn’t cut it for him.

Taehyung comes storming back into your room, slamming the door shut behind him as he approached your naked form hidden under the covers. “So you thought letting another guy stick his dick inside of you would solve all your problems?”

The absolute audacity he had to bring in your problems when he ghosted you for a whole month.

“My problems?! What, did you think running away for a whole month would solve all of yours?! How dare you!”

Taehyung disappeared for no reason. He just felt like he needed some time to myself and that was all, and he knew it was his fault for not telling you, but just the words, ‘I need to be alone,’ could rock up a whole other meaning in your head.

He had no intention to break up with you.

“It solved all my fucking problems! But coming back here, it seems like you were the problem!”

Your heart feels heavy and you hate how easily you could tear up, showcasing your vulnerability.

“Get out,” your voice breaks, clutching your sheets towards your chests Exuding weakness was not a good look on you, but for some reason, hurting you with his words was somewhat satisfactory for his anger.

Taehyung was asking himself, ‘who’s feelings should come first?’

Yours, or his own?

He was tired of being nice all the time, tired of showing you nothing but utmost love and support, and you chose to cheat on him after experiencing just one ounce of loneliness?

The man scoffs, “This is my apartment, my name is on the lease.”

Right, you moved into his apartment.

“Fine. I’ll fucking leave,” you grit, climbing out of bed and keeping the covers as close to you as possible as you grabbed your clothes from earlier that night, huffing and puffing and walking towards the bedroom door.

Tensions were at an all time high and you wanted nothing more than to get out of that bedroom and away from his presence. Inconveniently, Taehyung was standing in the way of the door and it looked like he had no intention to budge.

You stay silent, waiting to see if he’d move, but after waiting a good ten seconds, he was still stuck in that same position, so you took it upon yourself to budge past him, bumping shoulders (with as much force as you could muster) and that seemed to tip him off in the wrong way.

Before you could even blink, Taehyung was seizing at your wrist, his free hand wrapping around your throat and shoving you up against the wooden door, catching you by surprise and you hadn’t noticed the covers fall loose around your body.

His eyes were peering down at you, his chest tinging at the sight of you struggling in his hold and he didn’t plan on letting go. The incessant smell of the other man’s cologne was still exuding from your body and wafting right under his nose, and he hated it.

“Let go of me,” you manage to say, setting your palm on top of his hand and tugging at him to let go, but he was far more stronger than you and his grip only seemed to tighten.

Taehyung leans in closer and closer, so close you could see the veins in his neck pulsating and he scoffs, “So you’re not gonna bother to apologise before you leave?” he questions, his eyes briefly trailing down to your clavicles, taking notice of the God-awful marks that stranger left on you, and you could’ve sworn you felt his fingernails dig into your skin a little harder, making you wince.

“Fuck you, I’m not apologising for shit!” You’re pulling yourself off the door, struggling to escape the confines of his body, but he quickly wedges his knee between your legs, the rough material of his pants making contact with your bare cunt, still sensitive from prior use.

The reaction you let out was one Taehyung wasn’t expecting. In fact, he had no desire to phase you in that way, but when he spotted your eyes lull back the slightest and felt you gulp against his palm, he was suddenly rethinking his intentions.

“Wow, you really can’t get enough, can you?” Now he’s shoving his knee harder against you, keeping your poor cunt firm above his knee, ensuring you had no options to try and escape.

You felt so.. defenceless right now. He was barely touching you and you were already crumbling.

“Was he good? Did he manage to fill the void of loneliness you were feeling?”

You hadn’t received any sort of intimate treatment from him in almost a month, and you hated the fact that the stranger you slept with was nothing compared to Taehyung.

“Of course he didn’t, he was only there to fill your desperate hole,” he taunts, releasing your throat and turning you around, front first against the door and tits pressed up against the hardwood.

Taehyung leans in towards your ear, his lips briefly brushing over the side of your neck, “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you one last time before you’re out of here..” he inhales sharply, the unfamiliar scent of men’s cologne driving him up the wall.

You wanted to stand your ground; tell him that you wanted nothing more to do with him and simply walk out of the apartment, but deep down you both knew you’d never say no to a good fuck.

Especially from him.

“One last time…” you whimper, pushing your ass further against him as he blatantly watched you rule him up, and it was working. The blood was rushing to his cock within seconds and he wasted no time in yanking off his pants.

A part of him wanted to savour this moment and take his time with you, but the other just wanted to relieve himself of his anger before he kicked you out.

Which one was it gonna be?

Taehyung was stepping all over the covers that had pooled around your ankles, using his knee to shove your legs apart as he held his cock heavy in his hand, guiding his throbbing red tip between your legs and hissing the moment your warmth made contact with him.

“Fucking whore,” he spits, slipping inside you with ease because let’s be honest, it wouldn’t be hard to fuck someone who’d already been fucked once before.

His thrusts were slick and fast, a lot different than the guy before, but it felt right. What were you even thinking, sleeping with another man? Every ounce of anger, every ounce of hurt could be felt with each of his thrusts, but you loved it.

You loved him.

“One last fuck won’t solve all your problems, Y/N,” he seethes, gripping tightly at your hips to keep you from fidgeting as he submerged himself deeper, completely bottoming out when he felt he couldn’t go any further.

You were losing yourself; crying and whining against the door as he stretched you out, basking in the bitter pleasure.

“Stop fucking crying.”

You couldn’t help how sensitive you were, shuddering at any subtle touches he would leave against your swollen clit.

Taehyung’s hips would turn feral; visibly slamming into you with so much force, you were moaning from the top of your lungs, but he quickly threw his palm over your mouth, not in the mood to attract any unwanted attention from his neighbours.

“If I wanted to hear a cock hungry slut, I would’ve gone to the club. Stay quiet,” he shoves two fingers into your mouth, watching you salivate all over his digits as you cried.

The skin of your ass was outwardly red and you wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t sit right after this, but that was the least of your worries.

“Yes— keep pushing yourself against me,” he breathes out, feeling your walls grip around the base of his cock, almost unwilling to let go.

He was unwilling to let go.

“Fuck, I felt that.. Tell me, did he finish inside?”

You don’t respond, too busy getting the life fucked out of you to give him a definitive answer.

“I said..” Taehyung’s hands leave your hips, gently grabbing a fistful of your hair only to yank your head back against his shoulder, “…Did he finish inside of you?”

“No— God, no, never..” you choke out, tears streaming down your cheeks once again. Taehyung was filled with pride hearing your answer, letting go of your head to fall limp over his shoulder.

“Of course he didn’t, you were still thinking about me when you were with him, weren’t you?

Taehyung knew you too well, but he couldn’t go on. You were absolutely addictive, and it suddenly occurred to him that if he continued, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

He stills his movements, standing there with his chest pressed against your back, breathing heavily. Taehyung tipped his forehead forward to rest in the slope of your shoulder, taking a moment to himself.

“Huh?” Your tears were still spilling down your cheeks as you looked back at him, slightly confused at what he was up to.

“I can’t do this to you..” he whispers, placing an unsullied kiss to your shoulder and pulling away, his cock seamlessly slipping out of you and tucking himself back into his pants.

“Taehyung—”

“—Don’t… say anything.”

He takes a seat at the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly in a predicament.

“Y/N..” he calls out to you, looking up to see you picking up the covers from the floor and adjusting them around your body as necessary.

“Taehyung, you didn’t even give us a chance to talk this all out,” you try to reason with him, approaching him on the bed but he extends his arm out to stop you.

“I don’t think there’s a viable reason for anyone to cheat on their partner.”

It sounded like he was about to lecture you, but all you could think about was how this wasn’t entirely your fault.

“I admit, I shouldn’t have disappeared for so long, I should’ve said something, but I just… couldn’t.” That wasn’t a good enough reason for you, and this conversation looked like it wasn’t going anywhere useful, so you decided to stay quiet.

Taehyung extended his arm towards the bedroom door, turning away from you.

“Please, just leave while you still can.”

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“Hi..” Yuna says quietly with a childish smile on her face and a faint blush on her cheeks. She approaches his desk and takes a seat in the chair opposite him. “How’s all the work coming along?”

"Ah, I’m nearly finished,” Taehyung smiled at her, putting his laptop to the side, as he rest his forearms on the desk. He tilted his head to the side, noticing the exhaustion on her face. "Did you need something?"

“No not really, I’m just tired? Not sleepy tired, just tired. And I’m bored of being here,” she mumbles, leaning back against the chair and crossing her arms. “I feel like I probably messed up a bunch of paperwork.”

Taehyung raised a brow at her. He actually felt bad for her, only taking one day off to recover, even though he insisted she take at least 3 days off to fully recover but she refused.

"Bring your work here and I’ll fix it for you so you can leave early."

Yuna appreciated the offer, but she didn’t need her boyfriend doing all the work for her “Absolutely not. That work needs to be done by my hand and my hand only,” she groans, throwing her head back against the seat. “And I wanna leave with you, not on my own..”

Taehyung would laugh softly, seeing her flushed cheeks.

She was so cute.

Taehyung opens his laptop again, reading over the email he’d abandoned, "Ah, well, I was planning on finishing work early and then going to the gym. It’s been a while since I last went. Maybe we can spend some time together after I am back from the gym?"

Oh, what a sight it would be to watch Taehyung handle gym equipment.. she was almost daydreaming the image in her head and much to her disappointment, he cleared his throat, waiting for a response, or something, rather than sit there in silence and watch the growing smirk on her face become more and more frightening.

“That’s fine! Just give me a call when you’re ready to leave!” Yuna smiles, her words sounding liking gibberish with how fast she was talking and rushing towards the door.

Taehyung’s eyes shifted from the laptop to her and then back to his screen, doing a complete double take at the way her hips swayed in the black pencil skirt that hugged her hips perfectly. He tried his best not to check her out, but it was impossible with the harsh sounds of her sleek black heels thrumming against the tiled floor of his office.

"Mhm, I love those heels on you, Yuna,” he calls out to her, watching her body approach the door.

Yuna halted, looking down at her feet to suppress the blush growing on her cheeks. She turned to look back at him over her shoulder, throwing a wink at him and kicking her heels up behind her knees. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll wear them more often for you,” she teases, blowing him a kiss and swiftly walking out of the office to leave him with his work.

“Oh, you don’t wanna drive? What if I decide to suddenly crash you car today?” She unlocks the door and gets into the drivers seat, leaving him outside. Having driven to work this morning, Taehyung had no intention of taking the wheel. Yuna looked extremely hot driving. Hotter than himself, even.

Taehyung frowned, jumping in the passenger seat and closing the door. "That would mean you really want to break up."

“Never mind, I’ll take extra care of your car then,” she mumbles, caressing the wheel gently before starting up the car and beginning to drive. “Home first or should I drop you off straight to the gym?”

"Gym first, please. I hope you don’t mind picking me up after?" He reached his hand down to pat her thigh, then softly skimming his fingers over the fabric of her skirt. Taehyung doesn’t miss the way her thigh tenses under his touch as she tries to keep her focus on the road.

“Uh.. sure, just let me know what time to pick you up and I’ll be there.” Yuna licks over her bottom lip and checks the time on her phone.

Taehyung grinned at her, leaning over to leave a chaste kiss on her neck and squeezing her thigh a little. "Of course. Thank you, baby. You’re such a good girl for me."

Yuna snaps her head towards him with a very ‘are you serious?’ look. There was no way he was doing all this and expecting her to be completely unfazed. “Only for you,” she mutters quietly, her voice barely there as she pulled up opposite the gym.

He noticed she stopped the car, yet he didn't pull away. He kept leaving a trail of small kisses along the expanse of her neck, his hand slipping under her skirt to make home between her thighs. Yuna felt incredibly warm, but that didn’t stop Taehyung from skimming his fingertips over the dampening material of her panties.

"You don’t know how much I want to do you right here, right now."

“Why…?” Yuna sat there with her head tilted to the side, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping at the wheel. “The gym is a much more important than this..” she breathes out, trying to push her needs away as far as possible. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to get touchy in the car with people walking past.

Taehyung would only hum, "Yeah, I guess you’re right, but.." He pulled away from her neck and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "Think you can open your mouth for me? Just for a second. Please?"

It was a bit of an odd request, but she couldn’t turn him down. Yuna turned to face him, inches away from him as she opened her mouth like he had asked, gazing at him with anticipation.

He flashed a huge grin.

"Good girl."

He then settled her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her mouth to fall open so he could, generously, spit into her mouth.

Why? He was too horny for his own good. The image of her strutting in those 5 inch heels (it didn’t seem like a lot, but it was).

Yuna stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded as her mouth came to a close on its own, unconsciously swallowing the thick string of saliva coating her tongue.

And before she could say anything, Taehyung left a kiss on her cheek and got out of the car. "I’ll call you when I’m done. See you later." He winked at her and closed the car door behind him and walking towards the entrance of the gym, not even batting an eye back at her.

Turned on was an understatement on her end. She didn’t have the patience nor the time to wait, so she quickly drove off home, thinking about the little one-to-one session she and her pillow would be having once she got home.

Taehyung spent at least two hours at the gym, with the added time of showering and changing there.

As he left the building, he pulled out his phone and called Yuna. His muscles felt sore and he felt pretty exhausted, but he knew he had something else to do when he got back to hers. He couldn’t leave her hanging for the whole day.

Still half dressed and a random pillow between her legs, Yuna tried to get herself off in her bedroom, rolling her hips against the fluffed up pillow to help her reach her orgasm, but her phone vibrating next to her completely cut her out of it, making her groan. Wiping the sheer gloss of sweat adorning her cheeks, she picked up her phone, seeing Taehyung’s name taking over the screen.

Yuna halted her movements, staring at the screen for a couple seconds, trying to catch her breath before picking up. “Hi.. Are you finished?” she asks, her voice shaky over the phone.

Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but stopped himself upon hearing the girl’s strained voice. He immediately grinned, having already figured out what she was up to.

Turns out, he could read her like an open book, even through a phone call.

"I could ask you the same thing. Are you done or are you so miserable to not get off without me anymore?"

The cockiness could be heard within his tone from miles away. Just his voice could make her grow more excited as she started to move again, this time not bothering to try and hide it. “I’m not finished yet..”she admits, tugging at her bottom lip as she gripped onto the pillow. “Are you? I’ll come and pick you up now?”

"Oh, please, take your time. You can pick me up when you finally understand that whatever you are using to help you right now, will not do the things I can do to you,” he spoke, letting out an amused chuckle from the bottom of his throat, making it sound deep and harsh and ending the call just like that. Taehyung then started walking around, before he decided to walk to the mall that was on the opposite side of the street.

With the call now cut, Yuna let out a frustrated sigh, getting off the bed and throwing her underwear and pants back on. She already knew nothing would ever compare to what he could make her feel, and she needed him to know that.

Heels on, she rushed out of the house and got in the car, driving to the gym to see if he was still there, and much to her luck, he was not. Yuna stepped out of the car, parking it on the side of the main road before walking to the mall. She tried calling him again and again, but there was no answer.

Taehyung on the other hand, was busy shopping for himself, walking around the nearby mall. He decided to wander around the shops, while waiting for Yuna. He did a bit of his own shopping, picking out a couple suits and dress shirts for work.

Yuna continued to wander about, a few items on display catching her eye and being tempted to buy them, but she had to remind herself of the main reason why she was at the mall.

She took a few glances around at the busy people, hoping to spot Taehyung, and much luck to herself and her very perceptive eyes, she was able to notice his unique, dark locks from a mile away, stood outside the store ahead of her and holding a bunch of bags.

Taehyung failed to notice her storming towards him, too distracted by the various footwear on display in one of the stores. Not men’s footwear.

Women’s.

His body disappeared into the store, triggering the frustrated Yuna to let out a heavy huff, following him into the store. With his back turned to her, she stepped behind him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Hm?” Taehyung turned around a little startled at how you got to him so quick considering what she was doing before she arrived. He showed her a grin, an he held onto his bags tightly. "Ah, there you are. I was just thinking about you."

Yuna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Why? Because I can’t get off without you?” she whispers, crossing her arms with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"That is one of the two reasons, actually." His grin grew bigger, while his eyes very obviously checked her out; up and down. "What is your shoe size?"

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “A five,” she finally tells him, tapping her foot against the floor.

"Perfect,” He winks at her, disappearing into women's section to look around, leaving Yuna at the store entrance.

Taehyung called a sales assistant over and spoke to her, deliberating on the perfect pair of heels for his wonderful girlfriend, and after a couple minutes of talking, the sales assistant excused herself to the back of the store, picking out the perfect pair of heels. The lady didn’t spend too pick, emerging from the back with a black shoe box, allowing Taehyung to take a quick look before confirming his thoughts.

The lady guided him to the till Yuna catching on and following. behind him, grabbing a firm hold of his arm and resting her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes watched the lady behind the counter process his payment before looking over at him.

“What did you buy?”

"Ah, just something for my lovely girlfriend." He grabbed the bag back and said his goodbyes to the worker, before leaving the store and pulling Yuna out with him. "Or my lovely little whore, if you please."

Yuna could only pout as he dragged her out of the mall “Let’s just go home, please…” she whines, clearly not in the mood for his little remarks.

Taehyung would laugh softly at her, wrapping his free arm around her waist. "Awe, is my girl pouty because she couldn’t get herself off?"

“You made me drive to the gym, and then you weren’t there, so I had come all the way to the mall, wander around to find you and when I do, you’re shopping for shoes.. You’re enjoying this much more than I am,” she mumbles, turning her head away from him.

As they both walked over to the car, Taehyung let go of her to settle inside. "Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything and more once we’re home. If you’re still in the mood, that is."

Yuna didn’t say anything, silently getting in the drivers seat, putting her seatbelt on and starting up the car. She didn’t bother to look at him, solely focusing on the road and occasionally tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.

He stayed silent; looking out of the window. He genuinely felt bad for her, mistakenly assuming he made her uncomfortable. But after few minutes, his eyes landed on her again, noticing the loose strands of hair over her face, but he kept his hands to himself even though he really wanted to touch her.

Yuna, on the other hand, was speeding down the road, desperate to get home as soon as possible. She left her house earlier without finishing and it felt like it was eating her alive.

When they finally got home, she handed him his car keys and got out of the vehicle, rushing to her front door to unlock it so it would be easier for him to carry all the bags in. “One session at the gym ended up being a whole shopping spree, huh?”

Taehyung followed right behind her, grabbing all the bags and locking the car, carefully walking over to her and hiding his keys in his pocket. He genuinely thought she was pissed off, and honestly, he was pretty unsteady whenever she’d get mad. He had the bitter pleasure of experiencing your anger first-hand his whole life.

Yuna opens the door, slipping out of her heels as Taehyung went to drop the bags on the sofa.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and change, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she tells him, before rushing upstairs into her bedroom to see she left the room in a mess; her sheets were creased, her used pillow sitting u touched right at the centre of her bed, She cursed quietly to herself and got to tidying up, hiding any evidence of what she was doing before leaving the house to pick him up.

Taehyung let her disappear before rummaging through all the bags, looking for the one with his gift for her in it and when he finally found it, he quietly made his way upstairs and waited outside the bedroom, assuming she was there, and waited for her to ‘change', even though he knew damn well she was just trying to cover up her tracks.

Yuna managed to make her room look a little more presentable than earlier, so she opened the door, seeing Taehyung stood outside. “Oh, did you need something?” She asks, leaning against the doorframe with a smile, trying to play off the panic she was in just a few seconds before.

She was a shit liar and so, he pushed past her smaller frame and stepped into the room, setting himself on the edge of her bed. “I wanted to give you the shoes I bought for you,” he winks at her, looking around the room for any sign of the special pillow.

“You really didn’t need to buy me anything, Taehyung..” she says quietly, trying to be humble as she took a seat next to him.

Taehyung handed her the heavy bag, "Oh, please. I wanted to, besides, treat this as a thank you for being my chauffeur and driving me around all day," yes, that and looking sexy whilst driving. He was sure she’d like it and he’d like it even more on her.

Yuna took the bag from his hands, pulling the box out of the bag, feeling that it was pretty heavy. She untied the ribbon around the box, letting it fall on her lap as she opened up the box, revealing a pair of patent leather black heels, the shine reflecting off the dim light of her bedroom.

A small gasp left her lips as she dropped the lid onto the floor, skimming her finger against the leather.

Taehyung carefully watches her, trying to hide his smile by bitting down on his lip. "If you don’t like it, we can return it, but I’d really like see you try them on."

“We are not returning these, I love them!” Yuna takes one pair out of the box, analysing the shoe in her hands. “I hope I don’t fall in them,” she chuckles, placing the box on the side of the bed, and slipping it onto her foot. She stood up to make sure it fit, and it fit perfectly, giving her the a-ok to wear the other pair. Yuna stood up to move in front of him and took a few steps back, giving him a little twirl to show off the shoes. “If only I weren’t wearing tights, they’d look much better on me.”

Taehyung watched her intently, basking in the admiring the sleekness of the heels adorning her feet "Just take them off. After all, I bought them for you, so you could show me your legs more often,” he says, reaching his hands out to tug on Yuna’s tights lightly, desperate for her to take them off.

“Are you sure you’re not just trying get your hands in my underwear?” she jokes, taking the heels off and bringing her hands down to where his were, swiftly pulling the article down her legs and letting it pool at her ankles. She steps out of the muddle and slips her feet into the heels again with some support from Taehyung yunf.

“Okay, how’s this?” she asks, taking a step back as she stood there in her underwear and her crème button up, trying to show off the heels.

"You look perfect,” he breathes out, drinking in the sight of Yuna’s bare legs before standing up and walking around her form, eager to get a look at her with the heels from every angle possible.

He then stopped behind her, pressing his chest firmly against her back before whispering,"Best purchase I’ve ever made.” Taehyung’s voice was soft, hoarse almost, as if he lacked the air to be more firm with his words. She could tell from the way his breath tickled the back of her neck.

A blush crept up on her face as she turned around to face him, her face just inches away from his. “Thank you for the shoes..” she says softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss (the heels added a couple inches to her height, but Taehyung was still a million times taller than her).

"Mhm, my pleasure."

Before he knew it, their lips were moulding into a soft kiss, Taehyung tilting his head to the side as his hands slid down to her waist and eventually settling to grab the hem of her shirt. Yuna pushed her body closer to his as her hands tangled with the hairs on the back of his head, lightly pulling on his locks as she hummed against his lips, already growing out of breath after just 10 seconds of making out.

Eventually they both pulled away, lips slightly puffy, but not as much as they normally are after one of these sessions.

"I have been meaning to ask you something rather important.." Taehyung starts, mindlessly tugging at her shirt.

“Yeah?”

"Where’s the second pillow?" He cocks a brow at her and sets his eyes on Yuna’s bed, noticing one empty spot among all her cushions, which he could only assume was the spot her ‘special pillow’ previously sat.

“Ah..” she chuckles nervously, looking down at her feet and then back up at him. “That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out,” she shrugs with a smug look on her face.

"Oh, really now?" he faked a pout, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "I guess that’s fine. I mean, I already have a theory on what happened to it."

“Oh, really now?” she repeats his words almost mockingly. “Enlighten me, Mr Kim. What could’ve possibly happened to the pillow?”

Taehyung pulled away, tightening his grip on her hips as he leaned over to practically groan in her ear. "I think you got so high and horny from me just spitting in your mouth, that you felt like your cunt needed a good fuck, but unfortunately, I wasn’t there to assist you, so being the desperate slut that you are, you tried to fuck your precious pillow to try and cum, but you obviously failed."

Hearing exactly what she did coming from him, definitely made her sound a lot more desperate and obvious than she thought she was. “Well when you put it like that…” Yuna trails off, looking down at her feet now feeling too embarrassed to even look him in the eye.

Taehyung laughed, burying his face in the crook of her neck to a deep kiss against her unmarked skin. "So it’s true, is it not, darling?" He pulled away from her neck and looked down at her, gently lifting her chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing Yuna to look up at him.

She tilts her head to the side, looking up, pretending to think to herself. “And what if it is true? We can’t really do anything about it now since it’s in the past,” she replies, her gaze just as challenging as his.

"We can’t? Oh, dear.." Taehyung took a step away from her, "And I thought I could give you what you really craved, but oh well.."

“No! Wait..” she pouts, stepping closer to him and grabbing both his hands, placing them on her hips. “I.. couldn’t finish with the pillow..” she starts, shying away from his gaze. “The pillow couldn’t make me feel the way you do,” Yuna admits quietly, squeezing his hands.

“Ah, that’s such a shame.." He couldn't help but tease her a little, moving his hand from her hip down to her thigh and settling between them. "And what shall we do about that now? I mean.. It is in the past now."

Yuna knew he was playing around, teasing her and trying to get her to say what she wanted out loud, but if she were to submit to him, it would leave a very irreparable dent on her ego and his hands were so close to where she needed him most, he just needed to move his hand a little higher.

“You know what you’re doing..” she mumbles.

"Of course I do. I’m trying to make you say what exactly you want from me." His hand trailed up and down her thighs, with every move, his hand got closer to her clothed cunt, but didn't dare to touch her yet, not until he got what he wanted from her.

“Please, you know what I want, Tae..” she tries to sound angry, but her words come out as a desperate whine. If Yuna gave him what he wanted, he would forget about it and m not hesitate to use it against her when the opportunity arises. But, she’d been waiting for this for several hours. Now she had the chance to finally get what she wanted, and that was the only thing on her mind.

“I want your hands.. and you’re tongue..” she whispers, hoping he’d show her some mercy.

Taehyung’s smirk grew bigger, his fingers finally brushing over the damp centre of her panties, wasting no time in rubbing slow, circular motions with his thumb against her throbbing clit. A heavy sigh of relief sounded from Yuna, finally having the man she needed most help her finish what she started.

“See? Good things happen you listen.”

Yuna nodded at his words, placing her hands on his shoulders, gripping onto his clothes to keep herself steady as her legs buckled beneath her, hips edging themselves towards his thumb for more.

Taehyung shifted to use his whole hand to rub her through her panties, using so much force and pressure, he could’ve sworn he almost lifted her off the floor and it elicited a sharp gasp from Yuna. He then leaned his head to the side of her own, as his tongue went to lick her earlobe.

Her grip on his shoulder was much tighter than before, knuckles almost turning white. She could barely keep herself standing, the heels making it even harder for her as her legs shook and her hips started to move on their own; back and forth against his hand.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat, as he felt his hand soak up the arousal from between his legs, too much actually, he had to force his hand away from her, putting a halt to her desperation chase. "How about you show me what you did to that pillow when I was gone, but we make it a little more exciting?"

“Exciting?” she questions, pulling away from him and dragging him towards the bed. She climbed onto the bed, sitting right at the centre, sitting with her heels still on either side of her.

He adjusts his rings around his digits, playing around with them, "How about you set yourself on my lap? I bet you look like an absolute masterpiece riding my thigh.”

Yuna’s eyes wandered down to his torso, already seeing a very prominent bulge forming against his pants. She snapped her eyes back up to him and nodded eagerly. “But would you be able to handle it?” she asks, obviously trying to provoke him.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me.." he says back down on the bed, "If I feel like I can’t handle it, I will simply fuck you harder than before and leave you with the inability to do nothing but cum for me on command,” he flashes her a wink, biting down on his bottom lip as he pat his thigh, giving her the all-clear.

Just the simple gesture of him patting his thigh for her to sit on almost made her cum on the spot, but Yuna knew better than to cum untouched. She crawled over to him on the bed, climbing over his lap so she was snow traddling his thigh. She lifted herself off of him a couple of times to adjust herself so she was stable before pressing her clothed cunt down against him, the contact against his dress pants making her wince.

“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you take your panties off, but not just yet." His hands reached down to take off his belt and discard of it elsewhere, unbuttoning his pants to make make more room for his growing bulge.

Taehyung’s words went through one ear and out the other since she was already making a move. Yuna licked over her bottom lip as her hips started to move back and forth against his thigh, trying to get herself a bit more riled up. Any subtle contact between her legs would easily set her off as she looked down between their bodies, taking notice of the damp little puddle on his pants from where her soaked pussy sat.

“Look at you, makin’ a mess,” he taunts, generously rubbing the small of her back without disturbing her provocative actions.

The constant brushing of her clit against his thigh left her in pieces. She was throwing her head back, gripping onto the hem of her shirt to make the pleasure more bearable, but it was useless. Yuna gazed down at him with hooded eyes and red cheeks, “D-don’t look at me..” she breathes out, slightly embarrassed to be seen in such a state.

He reached his hand up to wrap around her throat gently, yet the hint of force was noticeable as Taehyung urged her to keep her eyes on him. "Oh, baby, but I want to look at you. And you’re gonna look at me and show me how much you’re enjoying this,” he taunts her, letting his eyes drop down to witness the growing mess on his lap. It was the perfect way to show Yuna just how powerless she was around him,

She wanted to cuss him out so bad. The urge to call him an asshole stayed at the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t dare to let it slip, knowing full well it wouldn’t get her anywhere, She looked down between her legs, noticing how damp and sticky his thigh had become because of her actions and it was almost degrading to see how how easily she was aroused by such little contact. But still, Yuna couldn’t stop. She was so desperate to cum, she was almost there.

“So close, Tae…”

Both his hands now land on her hips, helping her fuck herself hard enough to make her orgasm come quicker. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Nothing’s stopping you.”

Yuna’s mouth had fallen slack, giving Taehyung the perfect opportunity to slaver into her mouth, watching as some of the thick substance landed on the side of her lips, slowly dripping down on them.

She stuck her tongue out to lick at the excess, desperate for a taste as his blasphemous words were enough for her orgasm to come crashing down on her; inner thighs squeezing around him as the very obvious substance of white piled onto his pants. Yuna flipped her hair to the side as she brought a hand down her body and to her sensitive clit, gently playing with the sensitive bud to help ride out her orgasm.

Taehyung hummed, gently grazing her cheek with his fingertips. "Such a good girl, doing as I say. How about you come sit on my face and my tongue’ll do you a million times better?”

Yuna climbed off his lap, crawling onto the bed and sitting on her knees, patiently waiting for him like a lost puppy. There was a short silence between the two as she thought for a moment. She’d never sat on someone’s face before, and from all the pornos she’d watched, it looked pretty enjoyable, but she didn’t wanna mess up.

“I do.. but I’ve never done it before,” she admits, taking off the buttons of her button up, pulling the material down her arms and discarding it onto the floor, leaving her in her bra.

"And that’s a problem because?" Taehyung shot her a warm smile getting ready and lying on his back. He undid his pants a little to give his straining erection some breathing room.

Yuna felt reassured knowing he wasn’t put off by it, so she climbed over his body, straddling his torso before lifting herself slightly and moving higher and higher up his body until her bare cunt was hovering above his face. “If I’m hurting you, just squeeze my thigh really hard and I’ll stop.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told. Getting hurt was the last thing he cared about. Hell, Yuna could suffocate him between her thighs and he still wouldn’t give a damn about his life. But just for her sake, "Alright, I promise I will." He tried his best to look up at her to provide some moral support, but the glistening, in front of his face made it hard for him, yet he still managed. He then took a deep breath and licked his lips a bit, which wasn't necessary since her cunt was soaked.

Slowly and carefully, Yuna started sinking herself down against his mouth, Taehyung immediately trapping her puffy clit between his lips and sucking harshly, almost forcing her down onto his face. She didn’t dare to move yet, waiting a few seconds for him to adjust before she was given permission to move.

Taehyung let out a hum against her, the vibrations causing her spine to tingle as he set a firm slap on her thigh, letting her know that she was allowed to move.

She started to rock her hips against his tongue slowly as her body stuttered above him from his teasing licks. She was still trying to get used to it all but it felt immense with his tongue all up inside her as her walls clenched around him in a bid to keep him there. Her small whimpers were becoming louder by the second and soon enough, Yuna picked up the pace at her own accord.

Taehyung’s tongue was delving between her folds, running up against her slit teasingly before plunging his tongue into her tight hole, thrusting inside of her and occasionally pulling out to show some love to her beat folds. It was getting harder for him to catch a breath, but he was enjoying himself too much to stop; trailing his hands up to cup her bouncing tits, squeezing them within his grasp squeezing and pinching her tout nipples between his fingers.

Yuna tried to refrain from making too much noise but failed miserably when his tongue reached deep inside of her, brushing against her walls and not once did she stop moving. “Hmph— more…” If anything, her movements only became more aggressive as she desperately tried to chase her second orgasm of the night that was already nearing.

Taehyung would feel the need to groan into her soaked cunt, catching a few breaths before the tip of his nose was budging against her clit again. It made his dick jump in his pants non-stop, and when he suddenly felt Yuna’s hands gripping at his hair, shoving his face deeper against her legs, he managed to cop a taste of her orgasm lacing his tongue.

She was way far too lost within the pleasure, having little to no time to give Taehyung a warning as she let loose all over his tongue, muttering a string of curse words that he was (for sure) gonna scold her for later.

Yuna’s body was a shaking mess as her hips slowed down and eventually she shifted down his body, getting a better look at his face and making sure he was okay.

When she finally got off of him after hitting her orgasm, Taehyung gasped, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen, glistening with her arousal as his eyes landed on her. His breathing was heavy and unsteady, but he managed to catch the missed strings of cum that had landed on his chin. “Mhm, you never fail to disappoint, my love.”

That wasn’t enough to ease Yuna’s overthinking, as she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him to sit up whilst she sat on his lap. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she asks, piling more and more questions on top of him and holding his face in her hands.

It was cute how concerned she was, and he showed her a soft smile of reassurance. "I’m okay. Don’t worry about me, you were amazing." Taehyung nuzzles his cheek against her palm, basking in her warmth.

Yuna showed him a fond smile, brushing her thumb over his cheek as she felt a sudden twitch between her legs. She looked down between their bodies to see his heavily straining erection sitting directly under her abused cunt, desperate to be freed. “Can you handle it?” she asks him again, clearly challenging the older man.

He doesn’t waste another second, pulling away from her and taking off any clothing he had on and throwing it into the corner of the room, leaving his cock stiff and ready. Taehyung looked back at her, leaving yet another kiss on her lips, giving Yuna a taste of what she’d left behind.

She lifted herself of his lap so his tip was aligned with her entrance, slowly sinking herself down him, leaking head sliding into her with such ease, there was barely any pain as her mouth fell open against his lips. Taehyung took the chance he was given and kissed Yuna again, this time with more desperation and need; his tongue swiping along her bottom lip from time to time, as he buried himself deep inside her.

“Shit— you’re so warm..”

As he fucked slowly started to himself into her, Yuna found it more and more difficult to kiss him back as a string of profanities and curses left her mouth from the overbearing pleasure. “Oh, God.. Fuck— Taehyung..!” The tip of his cock was repeatedly bruising against her sweet spot; right where she needed him and it left her breaking down on top of him.

Taehyung finally gave up on her lips and went to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck, the kisses soon becoming little nips and bites he was certain would leave marks all over. “Hm, all this just because you couldn’t wait for me, huh?” His hands rested on the small of her back, guiding his cock to push inside her with the added subtle thrust of his hip. His lips latched onto her nipple, coating the hard bud in his saliva as he groaned.

Yuna’s hands tangled themselves in his hair, her grip tightening in sync to her walls clamping down on him as she failed to process the man’s demeaning words. He was merely speaking the truth.

The mess between her legs was certainly a site; a mixture of her arousal and cum dripping down the base of his length as the sounds of skin slapping, and Yuna’s broken moans filled the room.

He didn't even bother to warn her, slamming his dick inside of her and forcing a cry to rip from her throat. Taehyung’s pace was relentless as he continuously thrusted into her, not giving a care in the world whether Yuna could handle it or not.

She was gonna take everything he gave her.

Before he knew it, thick, warm strings of cum tarnished her insides. He didn't care that he finished before her, all he cared about was draining himself empty in her warmth, and he knew Yuna would take it, feeling his cock twitch uncontrollably between her mesh walls.

“You okay, Yuna?” Taehyung asks softly, rubbing small circles over her lower back as she wrapped her arms around him, bringing his head closer to her chest.

“Mhm…” Her hold wasn’t too tight, she’d fallen limp in his arms and all she could feel now was his cock pumping her full of his cum, slowly peeking out from between her legs.

In a bid to recover from his orgasm, Taehyung carefully thrusted into her a couple more times, making sure he had nothing left within him, only eager to give Yuna all that he could muster.

He could only smile at her form, taking in how tired and exhausted she was, and it warmed his heart immensely at how eager she was to be please him, yet, Yuna could just breathe and he’d be all over her.

“You did good, my love..” Taehyung whispers softly, caressing her head gently and leaving her within his hold, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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You looked absolutely stunning, he just needed a moment to drink it all in, but it didn’t take too long for him to notice you crying.

“Baby, why the tears?” he pouts, immediately kneeling beside you as you looked down at your dampening dress, sniffling and avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook sets his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Look up, my love. Tell me what happened.”

“My veil tore,” your voice breaks, reaching over to grab the hem of your mesh veil, showing him the hole that had been created where the material got caught in a splinter of wood. “And it ruined the whole ceremony,” you sob, removing the veil from your head and setting it aside.

Jungkook couldn’t even begin to explain how wrong you were. You looked like an absolute Goddess, an angel he was lucky enough to have been graced with.

The love of his life.

Seeing you cry on such a special day left his heart wrenching, and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you.

And if that took the whole day, then so be it.

“Y/N,” he starts, gently taking your hands in his and urging you stand up with him, and you did, simply having no strength to refuse.

“You, my love, are the most beautiful woman to have ever stepped foot on this planet, and I will keep saying that to you over and over again,” Jungkook says softly, guiding you to stand in front of the body-length mirror which you had no intention to look at.

“Eyes up front,” he suddenly says, his voice having dropped several octaves from earlier on and that certainly woke you up, forcing you to look straight ahead at your reflection; your nose had turned slightly red from all the sniffling and your tear-stained cheeks had caused your makeup to become a little patchy, but that was the least of your worries.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you, his fingers softly tracing up and down the skin of your bare arms, knowing it would soothe you.

He leans down to place a tender kiss in crook of your neck, his eyes trailing up to meet your reflection. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your eyes narrow in on your body, and you shook your head, “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Jungkook sighs, pulling his head away from your neck and settling his hands on your hips, “Y/N, you could rock up to the reception in a bin bag and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful being in the world.”

Your lips form a pout and you shake your head again, refusing to accept any of his sweet talk and nudging him away from you. You inhale sharply and lightly dab your fingers under your eyes, absorbing the tears threatening to fall. “It doesn’t help the fact that I’m pregnant and couldn’t even fit into my wedding dress,” you mumble, reaching your hand behind your back to pull down the awfully tight zipper of your dress.

“Pregnant or not, you’re the woman of my dreams,”he fires back at you, but you weren’t listening, struggling to pull the zip down your back and Jungkook arches a brow. “You need some help?”

Having a baby bump wasn’t doing you any justice. You got out of breath quicker and eventually gave up trying to pull the zip down, and your husband chuckles softly, reaching out for the zipper and seamlessly pulling it down your spine slowly so as to not cause any damages to your dress.

You opted to go braless for the day, just to make it a little easier to fit into your dress and accentuate the upper half of your body, assisting the ‘plunge’ of your dress.

The amount of tears in your eyes would lessen and soon you stopped crying, deciding you’d be wasting your time dwelling on a silly veil that you’d only wear once in your life.

The dress had loosened around your curves, giving you enough room to breath and you didn’t even notice your body rocking against Jungkook, head falling back over his shoulder as you let out a relaxed sigh and he was quick to snake his hand over your waist, gently resting on your pelvis.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, love, we have a reception to attend to,” he whispers, pulling the strap of your dress down your shoulders to give you a little more breathing room.

Jungkook looked straight into the mirror, watching the front of your dress slowly detach itself from your body, revealing your swelling tits that sat perfectly on its own and Jungkook swore he felt himself growing hard behind you, and it did not go unnoticed.

The fact that your dress was falling off your body was the least of your concerns, not when Jungkook’s boner was pressed against the small of your back, making you smile. You open your eyes and look up at your husband, who was clenching his jaw in a bid to control himself.

“What’s wrong, Kook?” You were quite obviously messing with him, knowing exactly what the issue was and Jungkook hated how easily you could switch up, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“Nothing, come on, let’s get you into the other dress,” he says dismissively, about to turn away from you, but you grab his hands, forcing him to glue his palms over the soft flesh of your tits whilst he stood behind you, pressing a little too hard against your backside.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to groan, the gears in his wrist moving on their own as he grasped onto your tits, kneading them between his palms as he inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla in your hair, the scent itself fogging his mind.

Your breathing had quickened in the span of two minutes and your wedding dress had pooled at your ankles leaving you bare, with nothing but a simple lace garter adorning your left thigh, which caught your husbands eye.

“I don’t see the point of the garter,” he mumbles, nibbling at your neck, “You’re not exactly the purest of them all, are you?” he questions, indirecting your hormonal tendencies. The pad of his fingers would brush over your sensitive nipples, hardening under his touch as he groaned to himself.

“But you look like an angel,” he whispers breathlessly, trailing his hands over the surface of your baby bump, rubbing small circles over your skin. “And I know our little angel will look exactly like her mother.. isn’t that right, my love?”

You nod rapidly, his hands moving a little too fast, already making home between your legs to catch a feel of your soiled panties.

“Already so wet, huh?” Jungkook shifts your white lace panties to the side to coat his fingers in your slick, gently smearing the substance over your sensitive pussy as you tried your hardest to stop your legs from shuddering.

Your pregnancy introduced you to a whole lot of different pheromones and emotions, one of them being; horny at the most unprecedented times. You were lucky to have a husband like Jungkook, who’d literally drop whatever he was doing to tend to your needs, whether it be a short, sweet fuck with his tongue or a soft and subtle fuck with his fingers.

With the way you were feeling right now, neither of the two would be enough.

You needed something more.

“—Want your cock, Kook…” you whine, and Jungkook didn’t know what was beating harder; his heart or his dick.

Fucking in a bridal suite seemed unconventional, but your husband knew never to keep a pregnant woman waiting, so he retracted his hands from between your legs to quickly undo the expensive belt keeping his black dress pants intact.

“You sure you can take it?” Jungkook was concerned about you and the baby, but the doctor did say that sex would heal any problems you were facing during your pregnancy, ranging from contractions, mood swings and more.

You knew your body well more than anyone, so when the bulging tip of his cock would press against your sopping wet cunt, you’d immediately push back onto him, allowing his cock to slip into you with some struggle, but Jungkook was quick to take initiative and carefully steady the base of his cock further into you, eliciting a sharp gasp to fall from your lips.

Your hormones were at an all time high, so Jungkook moving only the slightest would erupt a wave of pleasure over your body.

Jungkook was being cautious with his thrusts, taking his time to fit the expanse of his thick cock within your tight walls and feeling you clench around him uncontrollably. With how hard you were gripping around him, you could’ve easily forced him to cum right then and there, but he held himself back.

“Shit, I knocked you up and you’re still so fucking tight?” he seethes, pressuring his hips to pick up the pace, yet being as gentle as possible to not hurt you or the precious baby sitting in your womb.

Your back was leaning against his firm chest, hands gripping his wrists for stability as your body grew limp in his hold.

It’d been so long since you felt him inside you; so raw and intimate, even Jungkook was basking in the swell of your cunt, thrusting himself in and out of you and muttering a string of curses under his breath so as to not attract any attention from anyone outside of the suite.

“My pretty wife always has time for cock, doesn’t she?” he taunts you, looking down at your fucked state; cheeks flushed red and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“M— more, Koo.. I can take it.”

God, you were so fucking cute all high and horny, Jungkook couldn’t deny you of your wants.

“I’ll give you everything and more, angel.”

Losing control, the plastic box fell on the counter, causing a pretty loud thump, making her jump.

Hearing this, Taehyung would jump out of bed and run downstairs in a panic. As he stepped in the kitchen and saw her all good and well and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can't sleep?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her hands scattering to collect the sprawled out boxes of pills.

"Something like that," she replies, shrugging it off.

Taehyung frowned and stepped closer to her, gently placing the back of his hand against her forehead.

"Baby, you're warm."

"Yup, I feel it too, I feel like I'm in an oven," she grumbles, popping the tablets into her mouth and gulping down some water. "Maybe I got food poisoning, I don't know.."

Letting out a heavy sigh, he pulled her into a hug, giving her a kiss on top of her head. "If you don't feel better in the morning, I'll take you to the doctors.

Yuna leans her head against his chest and nodding. "Gosh, this just had to happen at the worst time. We could be getting the date of the hearing anytime now. Imagine it's this week? Fuck, I'm gonna have to call in sick in a few hours."

"Let's just hope you get better. If you don't, I'm pretty sure Giana and I will make it work for all of us." He pet her hair, kissing her head again. "Wanna try and fall asleep again? Maybe it will help?"

"Yeah.. I don't think I'll be able to sleep in my room, it's too hot in there. I'll stick to the living room couch," she tells him with a small smile, patting his shoulder and walking past him with a glass of water in hand, taking it to the living room.

Upstairs was always warmer than downstairs, and seeing as she was already burning, with barely anything on her body, the best choice would be to stay downstairs.

"You can go back upstairs.."

Taehyung frowned again, following behind her into the living room, "I wanna stay with you, to make sure everything is alright."

His concern for her made her feel all warm inside. She rested her head on his shoulder, looking straight ahead. "I'm not a child you know. I've been sick before. It's nothing I can't handle," she boasts, trying to lighten the mood. "But.. I appreciate it," she finally says with a sigh.

He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. "Is it just a fever? Or do you feel like it's something else?"

"I'm not sure.. it might just be a fever since I feel like I'm burning up. I should be fine in a few days though," she tells him reassuringly, smiling lazily and closing her eyes for a few seconds to see if she could fall asleep.

Taehyung nodded and he kissed her head yet again. He noticed she was trying to sleep again, so he remained silent.

Yuna fell asleep within a few minutes with Taehyung by her side, indicated by her light snores. Normally when she got sick like this, she'd be a mess; fidgeting and moving about, struggling to sleep. It seemed that just his presence itself could make her feel a hell of a lot better.

Taehyung just sat there, watching her sleep peacefully. After a couple minutes, he fixed her a bit, moving to lay her down properly on the sofa, whilst he got up to sit on the carpet.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, her symptoms were physically visible and he didn't want her getting more ill.

When morning came, Yuna was still lying on the sofa. Assuming he was next to her, she had a look around, not seeing him anywhere until she looked down to see him fast asleep on the floor. She carefully knelt down onto the floor, brushing her hands through his hair to wake him up. "Tae.. you're gonna be late for work," she whispers in his ear.

Taehyung rubbed the tiredness off his eyes, slowly waking up after some struggle. He turned his gaze on her with a soft smile. "Feeling better yet?" He stretched, his arms above his head, hearing his bones crack in the process. His back was pain due to the uncomfortable position he fell asleep in.

"Yeah, somewhat better,"  she places her hand under his back, pushing him to sit up. "You're so silly, you should've just slept with me on the sofa. There was more than enough space," she scolds him, rubbing his back.

Taehyung stood up to fix his clothes and look at the clock on the wall. "Shit, it is pretty late. I don't even have time to go home and change.." Letting out a heavy sigh, he fixed his eyes on her again, his smile making a comeback. "I'll let sir know that you're sick, so don't worry about that."

Yuna nodded and flashed him a small smile, standing up along with him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. "Are you going home after work or will you be coming back here?"

"I'll probably go home to grab some clothes, but if you don't mind, I want to stay here and take care of you." He wrapped his arms around her to pull her into a hug, as he rest his chin on the top of her head.

"Yeah, no that's perfectly fine.." His words definitely sparked something inside of her, making her feel all 'lovey dovey' inside and have her heart racing. She smiled to herself and looked up at him with so much adoration, she seriously looked like she was in love.

Taehyung would come back to her house after several hours, wearing a simple pair of black dress pants and a grey sweater, his gym bag full of clothes over his shoulder. He locked his car, putting the keys into the bag and gently knocked on the door, fixing the bag on his shoulders. His hair was damp as he just got out of the shower.

Yuna opened the door for him with a smile. Yikes, it felt like she was waiting for her husband to come home.

"I could open the door to this everyday," she laughs softly, eyeing his wet hair and his choice of attire. She moves aside to let him in and close the door behind him. "How was work? I hope it wasn't too hectic."

As soon as he entered, he dropped his bag to the floor and pulled her into a very long kiss, one hand tenderly cupping her cheek as he made her stumble back into the house. Oh, he was latched onto her. The kiss was so long, he was close to just eating her face off, but he couldn't let that happen at the front door, so he finally pulled away, out of breath and smiling down at her.

"It wasn't too bad, but I missed you so much."

How could he respond so casually like he didn't just have his tongue down her throat. Yuna was still recovering, clearing the throat, "I missed you too. I didn't realise how boring it would be being alone."

Yuna left his side and went and sit on the sofa, looking at him expectantly for a few seconds hoping he'd follow, before her phone started ringing on the table. Her screen lit up, seeing it was her mother that called.

"Hey mom," she says with a sigh, leaning against the sofa. It was typical of her mother to be such a chatterbox.

"I've got a pretty bad fever but I can handle it, you really don't need to come over—" her mother's words over the phone cut her off, insisting she come and take care of her daughter, which Yuna was not allowed to refuse.

"I hope that wasn't an ex of yours that was calling you," he heard her talking to someone, but didn't hear good enough to know who it was.

"It was actually my mother. She was just checking up on me, then I told her I was sick and now she's gonna be here in the next 5 minutes." Talk about her mother only had her realising that this would be the first time Taehyung would be meeting her, and they weren't even in a relationship.

His eyes shot wide open, as he took his time to understand her words.

"I'm aware this will be your first time meeting my mother, but don't worry, she's really easy going and fun."

When it finally hit him, he ran to the door and grabbed his bag, then quickly ran upstairs. "And I look like a complete mess!"

Yuna didn’t have the physical abilities to chase after him, so she let him do what he must for a couple minutes before a knock was heard at the front door,!indicating her mother had arrived. Taehyung was rushing to try and look presentable but honestly, it didn't matter. He could waltz around naked and he'd still look good.

She huffed and headed for the door, opening the door to be engulfed by her mother's open arms.

"Yuna! Are you doing okay?" the older woman frets, squeezing Yuna in her arms and pulling away, her hands reaching up to touch her face.

Taehyung could hear the older woman as he changed into a polyester white button up shirt, leaving the first few buttons undone, exposing his tatted chest a little. He huffed and went back downstairs, forgeting to dry his hair.

Whilst walking down the stairs, he fixed his rings, making sure they wouldn’t slip off his finger, as he called out to her, "Yuna, have you seen my—?" He stops abruptly, finally being in the presence of her mother.

Yuna met eyes with him over her shoulder, not having enough time to appreciate his outfit. "Seen your..?" she trails off, waiting for him to finish his sentence but he didn't seem to budge.

"Honey.. what is Mr Kim doing in your house?" she asks, staring at the man on her staircase in awe.

Mrs Mei knew him?

Of course she did, Taehyung was all Yuna would complain and bitch about everyday after work, and no matter how much hate she expressed about the man, her mother would always find ways to make him seem better than he actually was. The term 'handsome' would be thrown about quiet a lot by the older woman.

"Ah, hello there."

Yuna was just waiting for her mother to freak out, and it happened a few seconds after Taehyung came down. Her mother let go of Yuna and threw her arms around him, gushing over the fact her 'handsome' work colleague was in her house. "Oh, Mr Kim! How are you doing? You shouldn't be standing, come come, sit," her mother ushers him towards the sofa, leaving Yuna dumbfounded at the door.

Taehyung didn't know how to feel. Looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend, he forced a tight smile, before turning around to face her mother, sitting down on the sofa beside her.

"I'm fine, thank you, but please, call me Taehyung. I'm also sorry for being here whilst you're visiting your daughter, but she's sick and I wanted to take care of her. Apologies for any intrusion."

The shock on her mother's face was understandable. "Yuna! You never told me Taehyung was your boyfriend!" she gushes, gesturing for her daughter to come and sit behind her, which she hesitantly obliged to, taking a seat next to her mother. "Um, mom.. he's not my boyfriend yet.." she whispers to her, hoping she'd understand and keep her mouth shut.

Taehyung's ears would perk up at her words and immediately frown, raising a brow as he leaned back catch a glimpse of the girl from behind of her mother.

"Oh, I'm not?"

She smiles nervously at Taehyung, her eyes gesturing towards her mother and bringing a finger up to her lips for him to stay quiet. Her mother didn't notice since her full attention was on her coworkers. She didn't want to tell her mother she and Taehyung were in a relationship just yet, for the sake of her own being. Her mother would probably go into cardiac arrest if she got told now so suddenly.

He immediately understood, yet him being himself, he showed a huge smirk and rested his back on the sofa, as his hands landed on his thighs. "That's not what you were saying last night.."

Her mother snapped her head towards Yuna, who couldn't do anything but narrow her eyes at the man.

"Excuse me?"

Taehyung would simply shrug as he got up and fixed his shirt, still sporting that god-forsaken smirk of his, "I didn't know you call someone you have sex with a ‘friend’, but alright." He then acted all innocent, as he turned his gaze to her mother with a smile. "I'll make us some tea, how about that?"

Without waiting for an answer, he disappeared, walking to the kitchen.

Her mother turned around to look at Yuna in complete shock. The older woman was going to question it, but Yuna stopped her, getting up from the sofa and and following him into the kitchen.

"If you're gonna say something like that, you should've at least said it correctly.." she mumbles, standing behind him. "We didn't have sex, I sucked you off," she whispers, hoping her mother wouldn't hear.

"You are acting as if me fucking you in your office didn't happen, baby," he winks at her, making a start on the tea.

"My mom doesn't need to know that.." she rolls her eyes with a knowing smile and backs away from him, standing beside him and leaning against the counter.

"Shouldn't you go to your mother? It's pretty rude to leave your guest alone," he raises an eyebrow at her, carefully pouring the steaming hot water into the mug.

Tuna rolls her eyes and heads out of the kitchen and back into the living room, thankful her mother was still on the sofa and not wandering around. "Taehyung is almost finished with the tea.." she tells her, taking a seat next to her.

"Honey, you know you can tell me if he's your boyfriend right?"

Of course she knew, she trusted her mother more than anyone else in the world. "Okay.. so he is my boyfriend.."

Oh, the smile on her mothers face was to die for "How long have you guys been dating?"

Before Yuna could give her an answer, Taehyung was making his way into the living room with a hot cup of tea in hand, handing it to the older woman, who carefully took the fine china from him, so as to not spill the beverage onto herself.

Her mother briefly thanked him and took a small sip, making sure not to burn her tongue in the process.

"You make a very good cup of tea Taehyung," her mother praises, showing him an appreciative smile. "I hope Yuna isn't forcing you stay and look after her. I'm sure you've got a lot of work to do."

Taehyung cocker a brow at her words, his eyes moving back and forth from Yuna and then to her mother. He frowned and cleared his throat, "What do you mean by that? Why would she be forcing me?"

Was it obvious he was growing a little tense?

"Oh it's nothing bad! Her last boyfriends usually wouldn't be around whenever she was sick, so I'd always come over and take care of her. This is the first time a boyfriend of hers has ever voluntarily took care of her," her mother gushes, rubbing Yuna's back gently, who smiled awkwardly ahead upon being reminded of her shitty exes.

"Ah, I see.." He then cleared his throat again, feeling bad for judging her mother too soon; he was getting mad at the lady and already got his guard up. He then shook his head, trying to get rid of the guilt in his stomach. "Well? I'm not one of her exes and I don't plan on being one anytime soon. If she feels sick or  needs me here with her, I shall be here with her and for her."

Either Yuna was hearing things, or she was smiling like an idiot for no reason. Everything he said was making her heart race and her insides feel warm and giddy, and it seemed like her mother had the same reaction.

"Ah.. We'll I'm glad. On a completely different note, I should probably get going. I only came over to check on Yuna, thinking she was alone, but thankfully she's in safe hands, so thank you for that, Taehyung." Her mother stands up, grabbing her bag and heading to the door.

Now it was just Taehyung and Yuna stood at the door. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful their first meeting went a lot smoother than she had expected.

"You good, Tae?”

"No, not really,” he responds dismissively, walking past her back to the living room and sitting down on the sofa with a huff.

He was too quick to jump to conclusions with Mrs Mei. Taehyung had to stop thinking that just because his mother was a bad person, it meant every mother was just as bad.

Yuna hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat next to him. "Do you mind.." she starts, tugging at her bottom lip, deciding on whether she should ask such an intrusive question. "Do you mind telling me about your mother? I mean you don't have to, I understand she may be a sensitive topic for you to get in to."

Taehyung would sigh, looking down at the rings adorning his finger and fidgeting around with them.

"No, it is fine. I guess you should know about my past if we're planning to spend our near future together."

Hearing him mention the pair spending their lives together popped another thought in her mind. So far, things were going so well with their relationship, she didn't stop to think about her plans for the future with him.

Were they serious serious about this?

She brushes her thoughts away to the back of her mind, focusing herself on him.

He cleared his throat, turning his gaze on her, and showing her a slight smile. "Just— please, do not feel bad for me. The last thing I need is pity."

Yuna nods quickly, knowing well she'd still feel pity for the man whether he liked it or not.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, scratching his prickly chin, "Well.. My parents always wanted to have a son. My father owned a firm, similar to the one we work in, and thought only his lawyer son could inherit it. They didn't have any luck the first time around, having my older sister, Imelda."

In all the years she'd known Taehyung, she had no idea he had an older sister, and quite frankly, she couldn't really imagine it.

"So they tried once again and, much to my dismay, they had me. They believed that I was perfect for their sick plan of fitting me into their dreams, but I wasn't doing great at school. I prefered spending time with my sister, y'know, cooking and playing with dolls, instead of studying everyday and going to the firm with my father."

Yuna could only nod intently at his words. Understanding how difficult it must've been to grow up and being forced to live your parents' dream was not an easy one.

"After some time, they understood I wasn't the perfect son they imagine me to be," he swallows loudly, hesitating to mention the worst bit, not really wanting to hit her with something that would definitely leave a scar on her mind. It did explain how he ran away and came here after being almost being forced to partake in an arranged marriage.

She squeezed his hand a few times, noticing the concern and worry in his eyes, reassuring him that he could continue.

Taehyung was still hesitating to go on, and he couldn't face Yuna, not after the bombshell he's about to drop on her, so he turned away from her, resting his back on the sofa and throwing his head back to avoid her eyes.

"My father would beat me for any little mistake I made and I was treated worse than his guard dogs. If I got a bad grade, they didn't let me have dinner and if I retaliated or even tried to run away,  I'd be stuck in a state of constant fear, not knowing what he'd to do me next. And that wasn't even the worst part," Taehyung pauses, taking a moment to himself to collect his thoughts.

"My mother would stand there and watch. She wouldn't even try to stop him.”

Honestly, Yuna was in disbelief. You'd only ever hear about parents mistreating their kids on the news, but it certainly hit her a lot harder knowing that he was subjected to such treatment. What's worse was she couldn't even do anything to console him since he refused to accept her pity.

"Are you.. still in contact with your parents..?" she asks quietly.

"They haven't contacted me since I ran away. I only keep in touch with my sister, but I hear they're in the city right now. My mother is from around here and I heard from Imelda her father finally died."

Finally?

"Don't you think you should pay your mother visit? I mean, it's probably the last thing you wanna do, but maybe some catch-up with her would help?"

Taehyung sighed for what felt like the tenth time, as he hid his face in his hands. "I don't know. I'm still mad at her for everything."

She hums and leans back against the sofa with him. "Maybe.. your mother had no choice? You haven't heard both sides of the story so you should sit down and get some answers, don't you think?"

Yuna had a point. Taehyung was pinning a lot of the blame on his mother, maybe his father was hurting her too?

"Yeah, I think you're right," he concludes, standing up from the sofa, "I'll call my sister and ask if our mother is here, and if she is.." he bit down on his bottom lip, looking over at her, as he hid his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with his fingers.

"...You think you can come with me? I really don't feel like confronting her alone."

She stands next to him, the pity she'd been trying to hide for so long, now peeking out. "Of course I'll come with you."

Yuna was going through her phone, waiting for Taehyung to come out of the shower, when a very important email caught her attention. She sat up in bed and opened the email, finally reading that the date for the hearing had been set.

3 days from now.

"Taehyung?" she calls out to him, getting out of bed rushing over towards the bathroom, which he was already leaving.

"Yeah?" He brushes the drenched strands of hair away from his eyes to get a better look at her.

"Look," she hands him her phone to take a look at the email that was sent to them by their boss. "They've set a date for the hearing. It's three days from now.

Taehyung merely gave her an 'are you being serious?' look, "What? You've never been to a hearing before?" he pouts, pulling at Yuna's cheeks and walking into her bedroom.

"Come on!! Are you not excited? Or at least scared? Worried? This is a world class case, you know. There's gonna be a lot of press and we're gonna have to do interviews, like how they do it in the movies.."  goes on and on about it until they're both lying in bed.

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung kept staring up at the ceiling, and when he felt her eyes burning into him, he shifted his head slightly to glance at her.

"I can see many emotions coming out of you right now, but I must admit, I really wanna put a close to this case. It's one of my least favourites to be honest."

"Mhm, agreed. Hopefully after this, things will go back to normal.." she mumbles with a sigh followed straight after.

'Normal' would mean.. Taehyung and Yuna going back to nothing more than work colleagues.

She didn't want that.

"Goodnight, Taehyung." She leans in to place a kiss on his cheek before turning her back towards him and falling asleep.

"Goodnight, love."

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You finish your last performance of the night, and quickly rush to the back to grab your things so you could leave with him, but you’re brought to an abrupt stop when your manager waltzes in, a proud smile on her face.

“Room Two, private session.”

No way were you being called for a private session at the end of your shift. “What? But my shift just ended!” you whine, gesturing towards the clock in the dressing room. It was 12am and all you wanted to do was spend the night in with your husband.

Your manager holds a stack of $100 bills, “You really gonna say no to this?” she taunts you, waving the money in your face, knowing you’d never decline. “Your client gave this as an advance.”

Well, money is money.

You touch up your hair and makeup one last time before stepping out of the dressing to make way towards the private room. You didn’t even get the chance to knock; the door already ajar for you to be met with the sight of Seokjin sitting on a velvet chair as if it were his throne.

He looked magnificent; skin glowing, lips sitting plump and soft and dark hair hanging over his eyelids.

“What are you doing here?” you choke out, pulling yourself out of your trance and shutting the door behind you.

“I wanted you to give me a show,” he responds, shrugging his shoulders. It was out of the ordinary for him to physically come to the club when you could easily give him what he wanted back at home.

Maybe he was feeling a little risky?

The “show” he wanted, somehow ended up with your ass in the air and his cock rammed inside of you, your underwear stuffed in your mouth as you lost yourself around him.

This wouldn’t happen with other clients; there were strict rules regarding indecency and intercourse between strippers and clients, but your oh-so-lovely husband was an exception to that rule.

An exception only you knew about.

“Fuck, look at you, so wet,” he groans, large hands roaming all over your limp body, “Tell me, did all those men watching you turn you on?” He reaches down to fondle with your clit, your arousal completely coating his fingers. “Having all those eyes on you made you horny, don’t deny it, messy slut.”

You cry out, face contorting into one of immense pleasure, “N— no, I’m all yours! I’m your messy slut!”

The audacity you had to claim you were his was amusing. Jin scoffs, “Mine? Are you sure about that?” He pulls out of you, only to roughly slam into you again, “You’re out here, throwing your ass on other men, and you still claim to be mine? My, you really are a whore, aren’t you?”

The saliva-doused underwear in your mouth was deeming itself useless in keeping you quiet, “I promise, I promise I’m all yours!” You wouldn’t be surprised if anyone outside the room heard you, you were doing a pretty shitty job at containing yourself.

He grunts and continues to relentlessly fuck into you, watching his throbbing cock disappear in your gaping hole, not giving a care in the world about how sensitive you were or how much it hurt (not that he was trying to hurt you).

The sounds of skin slapping, the squelching between your legs, your muffled moans and his grunts, fill the room, ringing in your ears like a non stop chant you could never get tired of listening to.

Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you; strong and sudden. Your lack of preparation causes your body to convulse, and your upper half fall front-first against the mattress.

Seokjin was still behind you, slowly pulling out, a sheer gloss of your cum coating his undeniably stiff cock.

His eyes land on your fucked out state and he smirks. He gained immense pleasure staring at your exhausted form, body sprawled out for him and chest heaving, the sight of you inviting him in for more.

“Tired already?” he taunts.

You don’t respond, too busy trying to steady your breathing, but he refuses give you a break. Jin latches onto the locks of your hair, pulling your body up and off the mattress, his knees wedged between your legs and your back flush against his chest.

You groan and throw your head back against his shoulder, your soiled panties falling from your mouth to land between the valley of your tits.

“I booked this private room for two hours, so I better get my money’s worth.”

You didn’t even realise his attraction towards you, and the fact that you were inadvertently feeding his attraction with your mindless yet, subtle flirts, until the man started to invade a lot more within your close quarters; including offering to take you out to dinner, touching you here and there, whether it be a shoulder rub or going in for a high-five just to squeeze your hand that little bit longer before letting go.

Jungkook would sit back and watch, not because he enjoyed it, but because he wanted to see whether you’d stop the man, but because you were so oblivious, you never got around to confronting him.

And for that reason, Jungkook ended up leaving his work incomplete and walking out of his office to cuss the man out in front of his co-workers.

His sudden outburst left you very little time to say anything to him before he was grabbing your arm and dragging you out the building to take you home.

Which brings you here; his saliva coated fingers prodding at your aching entrance whilst the pad of his thumb drew small circles over your clit. You were sprawled against him, your legs bare and your crème blouse raised over your tits. The mirror in front of you was giving you a scene of that from a porno, and just the reflection left you drenching his fingers.

He’d been doing this for what felt like hours; edging you till you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m tired, Jungkook.. I can’t do this..” you whimper, looking up at him to see his jaw clenched when he suddenly shoved his middle and ring finger into you, forcing a gasp past your lips.

“Come on, a whore like yourself should be able to handle a few fingers,” he grits, wrapping his arm over your stomach and squeezing you tightly against him? making sure you could feel the rock hard erection he was sporting against your lower back.

You shook your head, tensing your legs to make the pleasure more bearable, closing your legs around his hand to which Jungkook smacked your inner thigh.

“Keep those fucking legs open.”

He grabs ahold of your thighs, jerking them apart to display the glistening mess of your arousal between your legs. His eyes land on the reflection in front of you and he curses under his breath, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds, gawking at the pretty pink flesh he loved so much.

“Look at yourself,” he commands, but you fail to oblige, letting your head hang low as a stream of tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Your lack of compliance was irritating him at this point, and if you weren’t gonna listen to him, then he’d make you listen.

With that in mind, Jungkook plunged two digits into you again, looking down at your body squirming in his hold as he started to thrust his fingers back and forth into you at such an ungodly pace.

Your spine would arch off his chest and your jaw would fall slack, your walls clinging perfectly around his broad and long fingers. The squelching sounds emitting from between your legs combined with your sweet cries were so sinful, it almost made Jungkook forget the reason why he was so mad at you.

“God blessed me with a dumb little girlfriend so I could punish her all the time, right?” he seethes, biting down on his bottom lip as he inched his fingers in deeper, wanting you to feel completely full.

“—I’m not dumb!” you cry out, thighs trembling uncontrollably as he stretched you open, testing your ability to to handle something that was barely the size of his cock.

Jungkook chuckles deeply, pulling his fingers out of you for a brief moment, using his slick coated digits to spread your arousal over your exposed cunt before landing a light smack to your core, making you jump.

“Oh, I think you are. You couldn’t even tell my manager was all over you. Only someone as dumb as you would bypass that,” he continues to shame you, manipulating you into feeling as if you were the one at fault.

And maybe you were.

“I think you’ve got too much of a whore’s mentality to notice,” he whispers, fucking his fingers agonisingly slow into you, watching your body beg for more.

“Tell me you’re not a whore.”

You shake your head, over and over, but that wasn’t doing it for him. Jungkook cups your jaw with his free hand, forcing you to look straight into the mirror and your cheeks flushed red at the image before you. The pace of his wrist had picked up immensely; each time the heel of his palm met with your clit, your body would thrash against him.

“I dare you to look at yourself and tell me you’re not a whore when my fingers are so far up your cunt.”

You were embarrassed, shy even, to be so exposed and watching what your boyfriend was doing to you. Your body was sweating and tears were welling up in your eyes again, just in time to match with your flushed cheeks.

“I’m not a whore..” you mumble weakly, your eyes meeting his through to reflection as Jungkook smirks, pulling his fingers out of you, causing you to whine through your tears.

Before you could complain, Jungkook had shoved his slick covered digits into your mouth, catching you by surprise and forcing your complaints to come out all muffled.

“My dumb little girl can’t speak, can she?” he teases, pushing his fingers further until he heard you choke slightly. You shook your head and kept your eyes on the mirror, paying extra attention to the growing amounts of saliva dripping down the expanse of his fingers and down your chin.

One hand goes to squeeze at your tits, his fingers clawing at the soft flesh through your bra as he retracted his fingers from your mouth, going to grab your jaw again and manoeuvring your head to look up at him.

He was able to force your mouth open, giving him the perfect opportunity to spit right into your mouth, just the way you liked it.

“You know what to do.”

You pulled the substance around with your tongue, feeling your pussy flutter under his gaze. When you finally swallowed, he showed you a satisfied smile for the first time tonight, and just that small amount of approval from him, had you believing everything was fine now.

But oh, how wrong you were.

Jungkook spread your legs apart again, smearing his fingers over the mess that is your mouth, to collect the excess saliva onto his hands, using it between your legs as a lube to prep you for what was to come.

“Now you’re gonna watch me wreck this cunt like the whore you’ve been playing out to be.”