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Summary: Pregnancy is beautiful. Miraculous. Life-changing. Also: horny. Very, very horny.
Y/N thought prenatal couples' classes would be full of breathing exercises, stretches, and maybe a free water bottle. What she didn’t expect was her hot husband Jungkook massaging her breasts in a room full of strangers — and worse, him stubbornly denying her the sex her raging hormones are screaming for. But what happens when they get home and the ache doesn’t go away? Let’s just say Jungkook has fingers — and he knows how to use them.
Pairings- Husband.Jungkook x Wife. Reader
Rating- 🔞, minors dni
Genre- established relationship, smut, comedy, fluff.
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"Do I look like I waddle?" Jungkook glances up from the mirror where he’s fixing his hoodie, immediately putting his hands up in surrender.
"Do you want the truth, or the version where I live to see tomorrow?" Y/N narrows her eyes at him, belly prominent beneath her maternity leggings, and shuffles sideways like a penguin. Jungkook bites back a grin. "You’re cute when you waddle." "So I do waddle." "No, no, baby — you glide. Majestically. Like a sexy... hippo ballerina." "You want to die."
He laughs, crosses the room in three easy steps, and kisses her forehead. "You look beautiful, waddling or not."
It’s only their third class in the six-week Prenatal Partners Prep series, and so far Jungkook has been the most enthusiastic dad-to-be in the group. He brings his own yoga mat, he knows every fruit size comparison for the baby’s growth, and he’s gotten into the disturbing habit of talking to Y/N's belly like it’s a walkie-talkie.
Today, though, Y/N’s nerves buzz. The syllabus says today is "Body Connection and Intimacy Support." Which sounds dangerous.
The community center smells like lavender oil and linoleum. They’re surrounded by bean bags, bolsters, birthing balls, and couples in various stages of pregnancy and comfort.
Instructor Marie, a sunny woman with dreadlocks and a tie-dye scarf, claps her hands. "Alright, everyone! Welcome back to class. Today, we're going to focus on touch. Touch builds trust. It soothes, relaxes, releases tension, and promotes oxytocin — our best friend during labor."
Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Y/N and mouths oxytocin, like it’s the name of a K-pop group. She elbows him.
Marie continues, "We'll do a series of exercises today. Some simple, like back rubs and foot squeezes. Some a little more intimate. Remember, this is a safe space. Consent is key. Partners, only touch what your mama-to-be is comfortable with."
Then she wheels out a soft foam mannequin with large, plush breasts attached to it. The class chuckles, but Marie is completely serious.
"This," she says, laying her hands gently over the foam chest, "is where we carry so much sensitivity. Hormonal changes can make the breasts ache, swell, and feel overstimulated. Gentle massage not only relieves discomfort but also prepares your partner for nursing and increases comfort with body changes."
Y/N gulps.
Marie demonstrates, her gloved fingers pressing in slow, circular motions just under the breast tissue, then moving up, squeezing and gently tugging toward the areola. "It's important to be mindful. You want to create support underneath and slowly move inwards. Always ask if it feels good."
Around the room, couples begin trying it. One woman leans back with a blissful moan. Another is coaching her nervous husband. There are boob massages happening on every mat.
Jungkook looks over, face blank for a beat. Then he meets Y/N's eyes. His expression softens into that serious, laser-focused look he gets when he’s problem-solving.
"Do you want me to try it?"
Y/N's cheeks burn. Her boobs have been so sore lately. And she hates to admit it, but even the idea of Jungkook’s strong hands carefully touching them—
She nods quickly. "Just... not too hard."
He shifts behind her, legs bracketing hers protectively. His palms hover before landing.
And then he touches her. Warm. Gentle. Attentive.
His thumbs stroke the undersides, massaging the heavy curve of her breast in slow circles. He presses upward slightly, supporting her weight. Then his fingers work out from the base toward the nipple, like Marie showed.
Y/N bites her lip. Her eyes flutter closed. It’s supposed to be clinical. Therapeutic. But Jungkook is taking it seriously. Almost too seriously. His fingers work methodically, his breath puffing just behind her ear. He shifts slightly so she can lean fully against him.
"How's that?" he whispers.
"S—Soft. But good. Really good."
He cups her again. This time, he brushes slightly higher, skimming the edge of her bra line. His thumbs draw gentle arcs over her sensitive flesh, circling close but not quite touching her nipples.
Every nerve ending in Y/N’s body stands at attention.
Her thighs shift. Her belly tightens. Her breath comes out shakier.
"You okay?"
She nods quickly. "Just... yeah. Very sensitive."
Jungkook pauses. "You want me to stop?"
"No. Please. Just—Keep going. Just not too fast."
He nods against her temple. Then his fingers move again. A little firmer. A little slower. Rolling the flesh between his palms, pressing and releasing in the softest rhythm. Each pass makes her arch just slightly. Each graze lights her up a little more. Her nipples harden beneath her bra.
Jungkook notices. His hands hesitate. He swallows. Then continues. "You're really responsive," he says quietly. "I can feel you pulsing."
Y/N wants to melt into the mat. She leans her head back onto his shoulder. Her hips shift again, just enough for him to feel her thighs clench. She can feel the tension in his arms as he fights the urge to react.
And still, every couple around them is doing the same thing. But it doesn’t feel like everyone else is in the room.
It feels like it's just them.
Just his hands.
Just her aching body.
By the time class ends, Y/N is barely functioning. Her brain is soup. Her thighs are glued together. Her boobs feel heavy, sensitive, and unfairly ignored. She doesn’t even wait for the car ride. The moment the front door shuts behind them, she turns to Jungkook, hands gripping the front of his hoodie. "Baby."
He sets the keys down, eyes wide. "Whoa. You okay?"
"No. I need you to touch me. Now."
Jungkook blinks. "Y/N..."
"Don’t you Y/N me. You were massaging my boobs in front of eight people and then stopped like some kind of cruel torture specialist." AHe laughs, pressing his forehead to hers. "You were squirming in my lap, remember? I had to think about tax law to keep from embarrassing myself."
"I was dying, Jungkook."
"Baby... we talked about this. The doctor said no penetrative sex for a bit. We agreed."
She groans. "But you have hands. And a mouth. And I am literally going to explode."
He hesitates. His thumb brushes her cheek, tender. "You sure? You want me to... just... fingers? That’s enough for now?" She nods, eyes already dark with need. "Please. Just... something. Anything. I’m going insane."
Jungkook sighs, but it’s not annoyance — it’s surrender. He scoops her up like she weighs nothing (which is a lie, she’s swollen like a water balloon) and carries her straight to the bedroom.
"You tell me the second anything hurts," he says, laying her gently on the bed. "I’m serious. If I even sense discomfort, I’m stopping."
"If you stop, I will cry actual hormonal tears."
He snorts. "Guess I better make it worth it then."
Y/N props herself up against the pillows, legs parted just slightly, already panting with anticipation as Jungkook kneels between them.
"Let me help you relax first," he murmurs.
His hands go to her thighs, massaging them gently. Then her hips. Then up, over her belly, reverently.
Then slowly — so slowly it makes her whimper — he slides his palms beneath her shirt.
"I can’t stop thinking about how warm you felt in class," he murmurs. "You were clenching around nothing, weren’t you?"
Y/N whines.
He hums. "You're so responsive right now. So swollen. So soft."
His thumbs brush up again, grazing her underboob before he cups her fully, thumbs circling, slowly working her again.
But this time, there’s no crowd.
No class. No restraint.
And as his fingers begin to trail lower, she knows she’s not making it out of this clean.
Jungkook doesn’t move to take off her clothes right away.
Instead, he peels her leggings down slow, kissing the skin above her waistband, each press of his lips soft and patient. He helps her shift, lifting one leg, then the other. Her panties go next, damp and sticking to her, and he hums in approval.
"So wet already," he whispers, tossing the fabric aside. "You’re so ready for me, baby."
Y/N squirms. Her hands twist the sheets. She spreads her thighs more instinctively than consciously.
Jungkook settles between them, eyes locked on hers, and leans down to kiss the inside of her knee. Then her thigh. Then closer. Closer.
"I want to take care of you," he murmurs. "You need relief. I’m gonna give it to you."
His fingers trail over her inner thighs, teasing first. Ghosting along the crease of her hips, down the curve of her ass, before finally dipping in.
She gasps the moment he brushes her center. He moans softly under his breath, like he’s the one unraveling. "God, you’re soaking."
He circles her entrance once, twice, then moves higher to her clit. It’s swollen, begging for touch. He strokes it gently, and her back arches immediately.
"Right there?" he asks.
She nods, breathless. "Yes. Oh my god, yes." He keeps the motion slow and steady, circling, pressing just right until she’s writhing. Then — when she’s trembling — he dips lower and presses one finger inside.
Her head falls back against the pillows.
"So tight," he groans. "And so warm. Fuck, baby."
He pumps slowly, gently, curling just right. Then adds a second finger.
Y/N moans, thighs trembling, hips tilting to meet every thrust of his hand.
"There you go," he praises. "Just let go. Let me take care of you."
He fucks her slow and deep with his fingers, thumb rubbing lazy circles over her clit. It’s maddening. Perfect. He knows her body too well.
She’s already close. Her belly tightens with every clench. Her toes curl.
Jungkook leans in, kisses her swollen breast through her shirt, then noses up to her collarbone. "You look so pretty like this. All swollen and messy and mine."
She whimpers.
"You wanna come, baby?"
"Yes. Please. Please don’t stop." He speeds up just a little. Fingers curling deeper. Thumb pressing tighter.
"Come for me, then. Right now."
Her orgasm crashes through her with no warning. It’s full-body. Head to toe. She cries out, legs shaking, fingers gripping his hoodie as he keeps working her through it. He doesn’t stop until she’s trembling and gasping, overstimulated and spent.
Only then does he slow. Withdraws gently. Then he kisses the inside of her thigh again, like a promise.
Y/N can barely breathe.
"Better?" he asks.
She nods, dazed. "Marry me again."
He laughs, crawling up to kiss her cheek. "Only if we get to take another class next week."
-
The next week arrives faster than either of them expect.
Y/N is still riding the high from last week's "relief session," and Jungkook hasn’t stopped teasing her since.
"You know," he says casually in the car, "I think I should open a side business. Preggo massages by Jungkook. Satisfaction guaranteed."
"Say that at class and I’m faking a contraction to get us kicked out."
The moment they step back into the community center, Marie greets them with a knowing smile. Y/N swears she knows. Or maybe she just knows.
"Welcome back, everyone! Today we’re going deeper into partner massage. We’ll explore different touch techniques that help with circulation, tension relief, labor prep, and bonding."
Marie demonstrates first. She goes through four types of massage: shoulder rolling, lower back pressure, hip pressing, and perineal prep (which earns a collective awkward cough from half the room).
Y/N leans into Jungkook’s side. "Do not sign up for that demo."
He smirks. "Noted."
Station One: Shoulders and Neck
Jungkook stands behind Y/N, thumbs digging into her shoulders with perfect pressure. He rolls them outward, then up the sides of her neck, kneading carefully.
"You’re really tense here," he mutters. "You sleep like a shrimp."
"You snore like a chainsaw. We all have problems."
Still, she melts into it. His fingers are magic.
Station Two: Lower Back Relief
They switch to the mat. Y/N leans forward over a birthing ball while Jungkook presses into her lower back, palms kneading in circular motions.
He uses his full hand, dragging upward with steady force. Occasionally he leans closer to whisper, "Tell me if anything hurts. Or if you just want an excuse to get bent over again."
"You’re lucky I’m carrying your child."
Station Three: Hips and Glutes
Marie instructs the partners to use their knuckles to gently roll over the glutes and hip joints.
Jungkook tries to be professional. He does. But he grins too wide when his fists work into her hips. "So this is legally sanctioned ass-grabbing. Good to know."
Y/N groans into her arms. "Why are you like this."
"Because you married me."
Station Four: The Controversial One
Marie clears her throat. "Now, we won’t be practicing perineal massage here, but we do recommend learning about it together. It can reduce tearing during birth. Lots of oil. Lots of trust."
Jungkook raises a hand. "So, like... at home homework?"
Y/N smacks his thigh. "Sit down."
The session ends with gentle partner stretches. Y/N lays on her side while Jungkook helps hold her knee up, stretching her hips. They breathe together. Move together.
And when he kisses her forehead, she knows he’s thinking it too.
"You know," he whispers, eyes twinkling, "we never did finish that perineal discussion."
Y/N groans. "You have five seconds to forget that word or sleep on the couch."
"Fine. But I'm bringing massage oil home anyway."
-
Back home, Y/N is sprawled on the bed in one of Jungkook's oversized T-shirts, scrolling through the handout Marie gave them after class. "You know," she mutters, "she actually said it's recommended from 34 weeks onward."
Jungkook looks up from rubbing lotion into her feet. "Hm?" She holds up the paper. "Perineal massage. She said it helps reduce tearing. Like statistically. It stretches the tissues. Prepares things." He blinks. "You're telling me this is a medically supported excuse to rub you down in even more questionable areas?"
She snorts. "Don’t make it weird."
"I'm not. I'm just saying—this is probably the most romantic homework I've ever been assigned."
Y/N rolls her eyes. "You up for trying it?"
He raises a brow. "You want to now?"
She nods. "Might as well. Before we chicken out." Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the bottle of unscented, warm-safe oil Marie recommended, and helps her situate herself on her side with a pillow between her knees.
"You tell me what hurts or feels wrong, and I stop. Got it?"
"Got it."
He warms the oil between his hands, then settles behind her. His voice drops, low and reassuring. "Ready?"
"Yeah."
He starts slow. Gently pressing the oil into her inner thighs first, soothing and warm. Then lower, carefully spreading the oil toward the sensitive area Marie warned them about.
Y/N gasps quietly when his fingers brush her most private spot. "Too much?"
"No," she pants. "Just... not used to it."
"I'll go slow."
And he does.
His fingers stroke in a U-shape, carefully avoiding pressure at first. Then slowly, gently, applying just enough to stretch the skin where it's needed. He follows the diagram exactly, massaging the perineum with soft circles and thumbs pressing gently outward.
It’s not sexual. It’s intimate.
Protective. Focused.
Jungkook never once treats it like foreplay. He breathes calmly, checks in with her every few seconds. He wipes excess oil, murmurs encouragement, kisses her shoulder when she hisses a little from the stretch.
"You're doing so good, baby. This is gonna help so much when the time comes."
Y/N's eyes flutter shut. She relaxes under his touch. It's not erotic. But it is deeply vulnerable, and somehow more intimate than anything else they've done. When he's done, he pulls the blanket over her and curls up behind her, resting a protective hand on her belly.
"I love you," he whispers into her neck.
"I love you more," she breathes. "Even when your fingers are between my ass and vagina."
He laughs so hard he nearly rolls off the bed.
-
The following week, class starts with yoga mats, soft instrumental music, and Marie standing at the front in loose linen pants and socks with clouds on them.
"Welcome, everyone! Tonight is all about breathwork and birth simulations. Your partner is your anchor — your calm in the storm. You'll learn how to coach, support, and physically assist during labor."
Y/N leans into Jungkook and whispers, "Coach Jeon in the building."
He grins. "Does this come with a whistle?"
The class begins with breathing exercises.
"Inhale through the nose, expand the belly. Hold. Exhale through the mouth with a hiss. Again."
Jungkook takes it way too seriously. His hissing sounds like a malfunctioning tire.
Y/N starts giggling.
Marie raises an eyebrow. "Partners, you are your birthing queen's calm center. Giggles are wonderful. But control your hiss, please." Jungkook shrugs. "I’ll be the best damn calming tire out there."
Simulated Contractions. Each pregnant partner gets a small massage ball to squeeze — simulating contraction pain. Jungkook is instructed to apply counter-pressure to her hips and lower back as she squeezes and breathes.
"We’re pretending this is a wave," Marie explains. "You breathe through the intensity, and your partner supports the rise and fall."
Y/N squeezes hard.
Jungkook digs his hands into her lower back with practiced ease. "You’re amazing. You’re strong. Your uterus is a legend."
She snorts. "Stop flirting with my uterus."
He leans close. "Too late. I’m jealous of it. It gets to hug the baby before me."
Partner Positions & Pushing Practice
Marie goes through different positions couples can try during labor: sitting on a birthing ball while hugging a partner, squatting with their support, lying on their side with pressure on their back.
Jungkook tries every one like he’s auditioning for a Broadway show. He holds Y/N steady, presses into her hips, even helps her try a supported squat. "You good?" he murmurs.
"I'm heavy."
"You're perfect. You're strong. And your butt looks phenomenal from this angle."
Marie walks by just then. "Whatever gets her through the pain, partner."
Homework and Handouts
At the end of class, Marie hands out practice guides.
"This week, focus on labor visualizations and coaching affirmations. And please keep doing your massage work. Especially the perineal care. It helps."
Y/N and Jungkook pack up their things. On the way out, he kisses the top of her head. "You were amazing. Even if you did laugh during every breathing drill."
"You hissed like a snake with a sinus infection."
"Yet you still want to have my baby. That’s love." She grins.
-
Week five of prenatal class opens with a dimmed room, soft instrumental music echoing through the speakers, and a sign on the whiteboard that reads:
“Pelvic Support & Belly Relief Techniques”
Y/N’s lower back is already killing her. She shifts in the folding chair uncomfortably, rubbing her belly as Jungkook fumbles in his bag for their notebook, a granola bar, and a comically large bottle of coconut water.
Marie, radiant as always in her flowing earth-toned scarf, claps her hands. "Hello, beautiful parents! Tonight's class is a little different — we're focusing on the physical support side of things. Not just emotional, but literal. As your babies grow, gravity becomes a cruel mistress. So we'll show partners how to lift some of that burden, literally." Jungkook leans toward Y/N and whispers, "Did she just say I get to hold you up like a goddess statue?"
"If you don't take this seriously, I will personally crush you with this goddess weight." He laughs. "Crushed by beauty. What a way to go."
Marie motions everyone to the mats. "We’ll be starting with a technique known as the Supported Belly Lift. Partners will kneel behind the pregnant person and use their hands to lift and support the underside of the baby bump. This alleviates pressure on the pelvis, lower back, and hips."
She gestures to her assistant, who demonstrates with fluid confidence. "It may look simple, but the relief can be... dramatic. It's not uncommon to hear a lot of involuntary noises when this happens. That’s completely normal."
Y/N side-eyes Jungkook. "That better not mean what I think it means." Jungkook raises both brows. "Are we about to get moany again in public?"
They get into position. Y/N carefully lowers herself onto the mat, hands bracing her weight on a bolster as she kneels. Jungkook kneels behind her, adjusting until his thighs bracket hers. His hands slide under her belly. Warm. Steady. "Ready, baby?"
"Please do it before my spine sues me." He lifts. And her entire body sings. The relief is immediate and almost comical. The weight of her belly lifts off her strained back and hips, and a loud, guttural moan tears from her throat before she can stop it.
"Oh my god."
She isn't alone. All around the room, the sound is the same — a chorus of deep sighs, breathless groans, and full-body whimpers echoing through the community center. It sounds like a spa... or a very tame, clothes-on orgy.
Jungkook freezes. "Was that you?"
"Don't you dare stop." He adjusts his hands, lifting just a bit higher, letting her belly rest against his palms and forearms. "Holy shit, you weigh nothing like this. It’s like holding a glowing bowling ball full of power and rage." Y/N is too blissed out to even argue. Her hips loosen, shoulders drop, and she actually lets out a purr. "Jesus," she mumbles into the bolster. "Can you just walk around like this behind me all day?"
Jungkook laughs under his breath. "I'll get a harness. We’ll start a service: 'Rent a Husband.' Premium support." Marie passes behind them, smiling. "Good form, partner. Excellent hand placement. Keep holding for at least 30 seconds. This can also be used during early labor and in showers."
Jungkook grins. "I volunteer as tribute." Once the lift ends and she eases back to a seated position, Y/N feels like a new person. Or at least a less-squished version of the same exhausted woman. In the car on the way home, Jungkook breaks the silence with a smirk. "So... you moaned again."
Y/N rolls her eyes. "Don’t act surprised. Every woman in there moaned."
"Yeah, but you sounded like I’d lifted the gates of heaven off your spine." "You did. I swear I saw God for a second. She winked at me." He reaches over to squeeze her thigh. "Guess I'm her angel now. Baby-bump-lifting edition." She narrows her eyes. "You're so smug."
"You married this." She sighs dreamily. "Worst decision. Best pelvic relief."
author note: lmk any scenarios or members you want to see next! <3
~Jungkook is known for his precision in everything he does, including his cooking. When he decides to prepare a complex, multi-course dinner for you to celebrate a small milestone, he finds that the kitchen is the one place where he can drop his guard and simply enjoy the process of serving the person he loves most.~
The kitchen was always the heart of your home, but tonight, it felt more like a professional studio. Jungkook moved with a rhythmic efficiency that you had grown to love and a natural grace that reminded you of the way he carried himself on stage. He wasn't just cooking, he was creating, his movements fluid and intentional as he balanced three different pans at once.
He looked effortless, even with the small beads of sweat forming on his brow. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the ink of his tattoos as he skillfully minced garlic with a sharpness that would have made a Michelin Star chef nod in approval.
You sat on a high stool at the kitchen island, nursing a glass of wine and watching him with undisguised admiration. It was a rare night where both of your schedules allowed for a pause, and he had insisted on taking over entirely.
"You know," you said, swirling the deep red liquid in your glass, "you’re making it very hard for me to contribute anything other than emotional support."
Jungkook looked over his shoulder, a playful, dimpled grin lighting up his face. He quickly wiped his hands on a towel and walked over, leaning against the counter in front of you. He smelled of sea salt, fresh herbs, and the faint, citrusy scent of the cologne he wore.
"Your support is the most important part of the recipe," he teased, his voice dropping into that smooth, melodic register that always made your heart skip. "Besides, you’ve been working hard all week. This is my way of helping you relax."
He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a gentleness that made your heart skip a beat. He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes dark and sincere.
"I need to check the reduction," he murmured reluctantly, pulling away with a lingering touch of his fingers against your jaw.
You watched him go back to the stove. He handled the heat and the timing with the same level of discipline he applied to his practice. He wasn't fumbling, he was masterfully bringing together an elaborate dish, adjusting seasonings with the confidence of someone who understood the chemistry of flavor and balance.
When he finally finished, the presentation was impeccable. It was something you’d expect from a high-end restaurant, not a quiet dinner for two. He carried the plates over to the dining table, where he had already lit a few candles, their soft glow catching the light in his focused eyes.
As you both ate, the conversation flowed from the mundane details of the week to deeper discussions about the dreams he was currently chasing. He was a great listener, rarely interrupting, his eyes constantly searching yours as if trying to gauge whether the meal was truly as good as he hoped.
"It’s perfect," you told him after the first bite, meeting his expectant gaze.
Jungkook visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping from their high, tense position. He chuckled, a genuine, hearty sound that filled the room. "I was worried. I spent three hours prepping the base, and I wanted it to be just right for you."
"Jungkook, you could serve me toast and I’d be happy," you said truthfully, reaching across the table to cover his hand with yours.
He flipped his hand over, interlacing his fingers with yours, his grip firm and reassuring. "I know. But I don't want to give you just anything. I want to give you my best, even on the quiet nights."
After dinner, he insisted on cleaning up, refusing to let you touch a single plate. While he moved around the kitchen, humming a soft, rhythmic tune, you leaned against the doorframe, just watching him. He seemed so grounded, so entirely himself in this space. He was a man of infinite layers—the performer, the perfectionist, the athlete—but in these moments, he was simply the man who loved you and treated you with the utmost care.
When he finally finished, he walked over to you, pulling you into his arms. He didn't say anything, just held you close, his chin resting on top of your head. You could feel the warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heart against your chest.
"I'm tired," he admitted into your hair, his voice muffled and heavy with a long-hidden exhaustion.
"Then let's go to sleep," you whispered, pulling back to look at him.
He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. It was a kiss that tasted of quiet promises and a long, peaceful night ahead.
"We need more nights like these," he whispered, his hands moving to your waist to pull you against him. "No work, no schedules. Just you and me. That’s all I need right now."
He led you toward the bedroom, his arm draped securely around your shoulders, as if he were guarding you from the rest of the world. In the quiet sanctuary of the night, with the echo of his laughter still in the air and the taste of the meal he’d poured his heart into, you knew that this was the greatest part of life, and you were grateful to be at the center of his.
in which your husband jeon jungkook comes back home to you - his 8 months pregnant, needy wife - after a reluctantly accepted five day business trip.
| PAIRING | : husband!jungkook x pregnantwife!reader
| GENRE | : married au, porn with little plot, smut and fluff
| WARNINGS | : 18+, explicit language, explicit smut, masturbation (f.), oral (f. + m. rec), penetrative sex, riding, pregnancy sex, titty play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, lactation/he drinks her breast milk??, titty sucking, raw sex, scratching, making out, creampie, mentions of sex toys, use of vibrator, big dick jk.
| WC | : 4.3k
| FROM ME | : hi everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you all are well and safe - I wrote this in 30min and it’s not proofread so pls don’t come for me :) please, if you are a minor do not interact!!
five days weren’t supposed to feel this long.
jungkook had reluctantly left on sunday morning for a business trip overseas, it was now friday evening. he had been travelling since early morning, having taken a series of trains, buses, and flights just to get to the airport which was still a two hour taxi ride away from your shared apartment.
he was exhausted, slightly hangry, and terribly missing you - his heavily pregnant wife, his y/n, the one and only love of his life.
you were just about eight months now, always hungry and waddling everywhere, your due date fast approaching. jungkook had been very hesitant to leave, refusing the offer at first. but then you assured him that you could call your best friend - jina, who lived 5 minutes away - if anything happened, and that this trip could lead to a potential promotion for him, which would benefit you both greatly given the baby on the way.
even though jungkook knew you’d be fine for a couple of days with help nearby, he still didn’t want to leave at all - he missed whispering to your belly at night, missed kissing and stroking your hair until you fell asleep, missed being able to slip it in gently from behind when you got needy during the night - which was nearly every night.
a little pathetic for a 5 day absence, yes. but this was jungkook - you’d been married for 3 years, dated for 5, and his obsession with you only grew stronger with each passing day.
your pregnancy wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. you weren’t on any birth control and hated when jungkook wore condoms, so it was only a matter of time. a baby now wasn’t an inconvenience, you worked remotely and jungkook’s job was steady. he couldn’t wait to become a father, to grow your family and watch either a mini you or him run around the apartment.
throughout your pregnancy, jungkook had literally stopped letting you do anything tiring - especially when your belly started growing bigger. he was constantly by your side, usually one hand on your belly and the other stroking your hair. he cleaned the whole apartment regularly, made sure you took at least two naps a day, and tended to every pregnant need you had, no matter how silly it was.
jungkook always agreed to doing whatever you wanted, even before you got pregnant. you were his main priority, and he wanted to make you feel happy and loved all the time. so when he’d come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch balancing a box of pizza on your bump whilst watching tv? he just took out a spoon and your favourite ice cream from the freezer, sat beside you, and fed you the ice cream with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen feet.
he was never overbearing, just wanted to ensure you and the baby were completely comfortable and calm - even if doing so meant watching you eat junk food all the time and treating you like you were a piece of easily breakable fine china.
you knew he was constantly working hard so you didn’t have to. he’d assembled almost everything in the nursery himself or with the help of taehyung - a close friend - during weekends, he’d ask to work from home some days just because you didn’t want to let him go in the mornings. and despite being exhausted, he still intently listened to you ramble on about whatever whilst tenderly rubbing your back each night.
you thought this trip might be helpful for jungkook, might give him a deserved break from you, even though he’d text you every twenty minutes complaining about how he’d rather be home with you.
you wanted to do something special for him tonight. you wanted to fulfill jungkook’s needs, too. being pregnant meant you two went on a lot less dates, you dressed up less, tired most of the time. and whilst jungkook claimed this was definitely not a problem - you just felt like you weren’t really trying for him anymore.
he had called you fifteen minutes ago, asking how you felt and if you had eaten. you lied to him, saying that you were just about to go for a nap, when you were most definitely not.
jungkook had just gotten into the taxi to get home, which meant he’d be back in around an hour, leaving you enough time to get ready for him. he had sounded so exhausted and frustrated over the phone, the poor thing. apparently he’d already eaten, you just hoped it was something light since you’d planned to be his dinner tonight.
you had just finished shaving your body head to toe - difficult with your bump, but not impossible. “sorry, baby.” you had whispered when you accidentally scratched your belly button too hard whilst putting lotion on. you weren’t going to half ass this, you were going to make sure jungkook had one of the best nights of his life.
earlier that day, the new lingerie set you’d ordered arrived - crimson, lacy, and with minimal coverage - jungkook’s favourite. you carefully slipped it on, the lace hugged your curves beautifully, highlighting your bump without feeling too uncomfortable. you also curled your hair and did your makeup, finishing the look by applying some sultry lipstick.
as you adjusted the set in the mirror, your gaze drifted to the clock. perfect, jungkook would be home soon - and you looked hot.
you’d planned to wait for him on the couch, but your impatience started to get the better of you. but who could blame you? you were 8 months pregnant, missing your husband, and your sex drive impeccably high.
around five more minutes had passed, and you soon found yourself reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand where you and jungkook kept a series of sex toys - dildos, kegel balls, restraints, whatnot - and took out the baby pink vibrator jungkook had bought you just a couple of weeks ago.
you’d used it continuously during his absence, and you were already so wet at the thought of him finally coming home that sound of the vibrator made you drip even further.
legs spreading, you moved your panties to one side and edged it closer to your aching folds. the cold air made you gasp, and the moment you pressed the vibrator against your clit - you became a moaning mess.
thoughts of your husband filled your mind - him putting together furniture in the nursery all shirtless and sweaty, the way the veins on his arm popped out when he flexed it just because he knew it turned you on. “ah. fuck.” your eyes rolled back as you pressed the vibrator harder against you, that sweet feeling already forming in your lower stomach.
in between your gasps and moans, you faintly heard the front door unlock. finally, jungkook was home - and what a sight he’d walk into. you didn’t turn the vibrator off, didn’t get up, you just waited for him to come and find you - pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.
jungkook was so happy to finally be home, to find you and hold you after what felt like forever. as he closed the door and put his suitcase to one side, he noticed that the lights were off and the living room empty. had you fallen asleep?
“baby?” jungkook called out, voice slightly hoarse from the wind outside - you didn’t respond. he slipped his shoes and jacket off, dropping his keys on the side dish, and started walking to your shared bedroom. if you were asleep, then he wanted nothing but to join you as soon as possible.
as he approached, he could hear soft muffled sounds. what were you doing? the bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and when jungkook pushed it open, his mouth immediately went dry at the sight before him.
you, legs spread wide and shaking with your vibrator pressed against your core whilst your free hand played with your nipple erotically - luscious tits now spilling out of your sexy lingerie.
your head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes closed and biting your lip as the vibrator circled your dripping clit. “mm…baby, is that you?” your eyes stayed closed. “I missed you so much, kookie - ah..” you gasped as you turned the vibrator to a much stronger, harsher setting, pushing the tip of it inside you now.
jungkook was stunned. he was frozen, eyes wide, just stood there in the doorway watching you - cock already straining his pants - you’d never pulled anything like this before. christ, you looked pornographic right now, and he’d never been more turned on. the sounds of the vibrator pushing in and out of you were actually obscene.
he quickly found his voice again, though it was quiet and slightly shaky. “b-baby, what are you doing?” jungkook inched closer, now stepping fully into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. his gaze landed on your bump, so plump and full with his baby - the fact that you were pregnant made this even hotter.
you giggled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. fuck - he looked so good - a mixture of confused, exhausted, and aroused - standing there in a white button up and black slacks, hair slightly messy. “i couldn’t wait anymore…had to take care of myself without you…” your breathing was starting to become laboured, it was clear you were nearing your release.
jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, desire replacing the confusion. he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to throw that vibrator across the room and pleasure you himself. he quickly lowered one knee onto the bed and dove in, taking the vibrator from your grasp and tossing it somewhere behind him, then quickly sliding your drenched panties off.
his mouth closed over your clit immediately, licking and sucking enthusiastically. “yes…fuck..” your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you whilst you wrapped your legs around his head, effectively trapping him in between your legs so you could grind against him easier. jungkook loved it when you did that, especially when you were so wet like this - you tasted so sweet, he wanted to be buried in your pussy forever - even if it suffocated him.
his hands dug into your thighs - not hard enough to hurt - and pushed his skilled tongue inside you, quickening his pace just to hear you moan louder. “there…kookie, yes..!” his nose pressing against your clit sent you over the edge - eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to see stars. “yes! oh!” you yelled. jungkook smiled against your pussy, his pace never wavering as his tongue lapped up all of your juices. he kept swirling his tongue and licking until your legs stopped shaking, loosening around his head.
jungkook pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before coming back up to look at you. his eyes finally met yours - your light hazel eyes glistened with contentment - his favourite sight ever. jungkook’s lips quickly found yours, the kiss was heated and your tongues immediately intertwined - now reunited after days apart. you could taste yourself on him, and you loved it.
your hands cradled his face as your lips continued moving, then jungkook reluctantly pulled back for some air, resting his forehead against yours. “i missed you so fucking much.” he murmured as his hands gently rubbed your belly - right where the baby had been kicking more lately. “baby ok?”
you nodded, still a little out of breath, your hands now at the nape of his neck - caressing his soft skin. “never better.” jungkook smiled and pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, before looking down at your body, his finger hooking into the strap of your bra as he raised a brow. “new?”
you giggled and licked your lips. “yes. wanted to surprise you.”
jungkook hummed. “red. good choice.” he murmured before burying his face between your velvety tits - his hand started travelling back down, slipping between your folds which were already wet again - but your hand stopped him, wrapping around his wrist and pushing it away.
you shook your head and sat up, one hand on your belly as you got off the bed. “no more. I want to make you feel good.” you stated as you carefully kneeled on the floor in front of him and patted the mattress for him to sit on.
but jungkook frowned - cock still painfully hard. “baby, I can’t have you kneeling on the floor at 8 months pregnant.”
you rolled your eyes and patted the mattress again. “jungkook.” you licked your lightly swollen lips, and jungkook was halfway to going insane again, then you asked sweetly. “I want to suck your cock - please?”
yeah, jungkook was a goner. he couldn’t possibly say no to you when you sounded so fucking pretty and sinful. he did want to shove his cock so hard down your throat until you cried - the fact that you were pregnant and sensitive was the only thing stopping him. well, not anymore. you were being a brat tonight, and he had no choice but to put up with it.
“alright - fuck.” jungkook swiftly repositioned himself on the mattress so that your head was now between his legs. you started to massage his thighs through his pants, he undid his belt whilst you did that, tossing at across the room as you started to pull his pants down. once they were off, jungkook leaned back on his forearms and sighed, cherishing the feeling of you touching him after such an exhausting fucking day.
you started palming his huge cock through his boxers, thumb circling the tip - your mouth watered. “you’re so hard, kookie.”
jungkook groaned, one tattooed hand - the one with your initials on his knuckles - coming down to grab your hair as his hips buckled. “god…” his voice was low and quiet, you hadn’t even begun to blow him and he was already close to cumming.
after stroking his length some more, you finally pulled his boxers down - his massive cock springing out towards your face. it was so hard and thick - you’d missed the sight of it so much that it nearly brought you to tears, your wetness starting to drip onto the floor beneath you.
you licked your lips then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his tip and licking off the little bead of precum.
your tongue swirled around the tip - wet and slow - then you wrapped a hand around the base and started to stroke gently. jungkook muttered a series of tender curses as you continued to lick and tease his needy cock.
you pulled back and admired your work for a second - your saliva coated him all over now - his cock glistened in the low light. then you finally started to take him deeper, mouth stretching to accommodate his size, his breath hitched as your tongue serenaded his cock.
the feeling of his warm, salty, wet length on your tongue felt so heavenly, heat pooling low in your belly. jungkook’s delicate fingers tightened in your hair as you took him fully inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down just how he liked it. “fuckkk…baby, I love you so much.” his eyes were hazy as he watched you - tired but full of love. “you’re so beautiful like this, light of my fucking life…”
another deep moan escaped his lips, motivating you to take him further. your nose brushed his pelvis, tears beginning to pricking at your waterline from his thick length against your throat - but your motions didn’t waver. saliva started to form at the corners of your mouth, progressively dripping down your chin. you just hummed, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his balls with your thumb.
jungkook’s hips began to thrust - gentle at first. when you started to moan loudly, some tears falling down your cheeks, his thrusts got bolder - your eyes were so soft, so watery all because of him. jungkook’s eyes never left your face, he always loved to watch your mouth get fucked by him. “come on, princess….you’re so good, you can take it…” his voice was hoarse, and airy - strained by your mouth.
it was evident jungkook was starting to lose control - his thrusts got meaner and faster, the lewd sounds of you taking his cock making him even more eager. the bedroom was full of quiet gagging and slurping sounds from your lips, spit was dripping to the floor now - along with your wetness. you sucked him off with complete love and care, smiling when his thighs began to tremble.
jungkook’s thrusts continued to get even rougher - his cock now practically buried down your throat. his moans began to get relentless and needier - as did your own - you were so turned on that you were grinding onto the floor subconsciously, whining and whimpering into it. his free hand came to wipe a tear falling down your flushed cheeks, whilst the other tightened in your hair, guiding your head up and down faster. jungkook’s breathing was erratic as he desperately tried to hold on and murmured to you. “gonna cum, pretty….gonna fucking fill you. you gonna swallow it all up, yeah?”
you hummed and nodded eagerly, and jungkook moaned your name deeply as he finally let go - white, hot ropes of cum beginning to shoot down your throat. “y/n…you’re such a good girl for me…yes..” he whispered breathlessly as you swallowed it all up greedily, not daring to waste any. your own orgasm came crashing down on you - eyes tightly squeezing shut - moaning and whimpering against your husband’s cock as you continued to grind and leak shamelessly all over the floor.
you kept your mouth around him the whole time, taking every last drop until he was trembling and starting to get hard again. jungkook had let go of your hair, now stroking gently. you released him with a soft pop, your lips glistening and glossy - chin still dripping his release.
jungkook hadn’t even realised you had cum too - too overwhelmed by pleasure. his eyes darkened again as he took in your face and the floor beneath you. “get on this bed now.” his voice was low and commanding, still hoarse from before - it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. he didn’t have to tell you twice, anticipation brewed in your lower stomach again as you quickly got up off the floor (as fast as a pregnant woman could), and got on the bed.
jungkook’s strong hands immediately found your forearms to steady you, you were still completely bare apart from that lacy bra and the evidence of your earlier orgasm still dripping down your legs. he shook his head and tutted whilst rubbing your belly, you gave him a confused look “hm?” - then his hand drifted down to your pussy, spreading your folds and dragging his ring finger over your swollen clit. “baby, you had to fuck the floor because of me - we gotta fix that.” his tone was apologetic yet teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.
jungkook smiled, gently rubbing your clit now - you were already so wet again (thanks to pregnancy), it was all he ever wanted to see and feel. he crashed his mouth onto yours again, gently sucking on your bottom lip, then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. he could taste himself on your tongue, but jungkook didn’t mind - if anything, it turned him on more. you had blowed him so fucking good he was sure his dick was going to snap in half.
you whimpered again when jungkook pulled away, his hand still working between your legs. you wanted him so badly - right now, completely inside of you.
your hands came up to his chest- still covered by that useless shirt - and lightly pushed him back against the headboard, he raised a brow. “want to ride you, kookie…” you sounded like an angel, grinding your hips against his.
jungkook’s breath hitched, he didn’t want to wait anymore either.
much to your delight, his shirt came off in seconds, revealing those delicious muscles. your hands immediately latched onto his biceps, just squeezing and feeling them. jungkook was so fucking big now compared to a couple of months ago, and you loved it. he had been going to the gym for some time, forever going on about how he wanted to be fit and healthy for you and the baby, but holy fuck - this was on another level.
jungkook let you explore for a minute, just sitting there quietly rubbing your inner whilst you basically drooled over his body - until he started getting impatient.
his hands moved up to your hips and lifted you onto his lap, looking straight into your eyes. then he leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot under your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose against it. “thought you said you something about riding me, hm?” he whispered. you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.
a whimper escaped you as you nodded at his words. jungkook just hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your drenched folds - smearing your arousal all over it. you moaned instantly, your head dropping against his shoulder. jungkook pulled you closer so that your bump could rest comfortably in between you two, then he began to push the tip in.
low curses escaped you both as his thick cock started to stretch your walls - warmth filling you quickly. jungkook buried his head in your neck as you fully sat down on his length, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could. he let you get comfortable first, then started to slowly thrust his hips upwards. “oh…” you murmured at his slow motions, hands gripping his biceps again.
you started to move up and down - jungkook was not ready for that. “fuck, baby-“ his hands flew back to your hips, helping you move yourself up and down.
the pace was still slow, just how you two liked it - not short and sweet, but long and loving. jungkook’s lips kissed down your neck, collarbone, to the column between your tits. one of his hands started to massage one gently through your bra. he was so mesmerised - pregnancy had changed your body significantly, and jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. you looked so full now, full with his baby, full of love - he wanted you pregnant always.
“so pretty for me, baby…” he murmured as his hands continued to play with your tits. his breath hitched when you reached back and unclasped the bra, tits spilling free.
you started getting bolder, quickening your pace, using him to fuck yourself. jungkook didn’t mind at all - he wanted you to take all the pleasure you could get. the image of you bouncing on his cock was always his favourite.
“ah! yes!” you moaned as his cock went deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. jungkook’s mouth then closed over your nipple, licking and biting gently. you whimpered at his actions, nails digging into his back as he started to move his hips faster up to yours.
jungkook kept sucking on your nipple, and that’s when he felt it - a warm, sweet liquid - your milk. he let out a low, loud moan as it continued to come out, it turned him on so much. your milk tasted so fucking good, jungkook lapped it all up without missing a drop - he was almost jealous of your unborn baby for getting this milk.
jungkook could tell you were reaching your peak now - your back was arched, your nails were scratching and digging into his back, and the sounds coming out of your mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock were nothing but obscene - he couldn’t torture you any longer, his own release was building in his lower stomach.
“I know, beautiful, I know.” he murmured, groaning as your lips met again. his hand travelled back down, finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles over it. “let me help you. let go, baby..” you moaned into his mouth at his words “yes! jungkook!” and finally let go, your cum and squirt coating his cock all over.
jungkook came with a guttural moan as soon as your walls clenched around him. your name left his lips continuously as he continued to thrust into you - fucking you gently through your high - until they began to get sloppy. “good girl.” he praised when you were finished.
he stayed buried inside you for a bit, head resting against your shoulder until he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. jungkook then brushed some hair out of your face and moved so that you two were lying side by side, still not pulling out.
he adjusted the covers over you then pulled you closer - one arm draped over your waist and bump whilst the other gently stroked your hair. jungkook could tell you were exhausted by now, your quietness the main hint. he murmured an ‘I love you’ to both you and the baby before adjusting the pillows again. you hummed, only registering the press of warm lips against your forehead before dreams finally pulled you under.
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Y/N carefully packed the meal, ensuring everything was still warm, her excitement growing with every item she placed in the bag. She caught her reflection in the kitchen window, smoothing down her outfit and checking her hair one last time, a soft, genuine smile spreading across her face as she imagined the look on Taehyung’s face when he saw her. The anticipation hummed beneath her skin she couldn't wait to see him, to bring him a moment of comfort in the middle of his intense practice, and she felt a wave of affection wash over her at the thought of his tired but happy expression. With the bag in hand, she headed out, her steps light and her heart full of warmth, completely focused on the surprise she had planned for him.
She slipped into the building quietly, the familiar thump of bass still echoing from the practice room even at this late hour. Pushing the door open just a crack, she peeked inside. There he was, Taehyung, drenched in sweat, his tank top clinging to every ripped muscle on his chest and abs like a second skin. His hair was messy and damp, those sharp jawline and full lips glistening under the studio lights. Fuck, he looked so goddamn hot like this, all worked up and breathing heavy, muscles flexing with every move. Her pussy clenched instantly at the sight, a rush of heat flooding between her thighs. She wanted to jump his bones right then, ride that sweaty cock until he fucked the air out of her lungs, but she bit her lip hard and shoved the dirty thoughts down. Dinner first, right? Keep it sweet.
“Tae?” she called out softly, stepping fully inside with the bag raised like a peace offering.
Taehyung spun around mid-step, eyes widening in surprise before that signature boxy grin broke across his face. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?” He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, chest heaving, looking every bit the fuckable idol he was.
“I brought you dinner, idiot. You’ve been grinding away in here for hours. Figured you needed fuel.” She set the bag down on the bench, trying to play it cool even as her nipples hardened under her top from just watching him.
He stalked over, all tall and predatory, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. “You’re too fucking good to me.” But the second he got close, his gaze dragged down her body slow and hungry, taking in the way her clothes hugged her curves. “Shit, you look so damn beautiful. Always do.”
Without warning, he grabbed the bag, tossed it aside, and pulled her against his hard, sweaty body. His mouth crashed into hers, hot and demanding, tongue shoving deep like he was starving for her instead of food.
Y/N moaned into the kiss, hands fisting his damp shirt. “Tae… the food…” she tried weakly, but fuck that, her cunt was already soaking her panties, throbbing for him.
“Fuck the food,” he growled against her lips, voice low and rough. He spun her around, pressing her back against the cool mirrored wall, hands roaming greedy over her ass and tits. “Been dancing like a maniac, all this energy built up, and now you show up looking like a goddamn snack? I need to bury my cock in that tight little pussy right now.”
She gasped as he yanked her skirt up, fingers shoving her panties aside and sliding two thick digits straight into her dripping hole. “Oh shit, Taehyung! You’re so fucking sweaty… and hard already.”
Her hips bucked against his hand, slick sounds filling the empty room as he finger-fucked her fast and deep, thumb grinding her swollen clit.
Y/N’s head spun as his fingers worked her with brutal precision, every thrust hitting a spot that made her vision blur. She was pinned between him and the cool glass, the contrast against her heated skin sending shivers down her spine that fought against the intense friction of his hand.
"Look at you," Taehyung rasped, his voice dropping an octave as he watched the way her head fell back against the glass. He didn't slow down; he only pressed harder, his thumb rhythmic and punishing against her clit, teasing her right to the edge of an orgasm she wasn't ready to let go of just yet.
"Tae—please," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into the damp fabric of his tank top. She needed more than just his fingers; she needed all of him, the weight of him pressing her into the mirror until there was no space left between them.
He caught the plea in her eyes and smirked, a dark, possessive glint taking over his expression. He pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving her gasping in the sudden loss, only to immediately guide her hands down. He grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside to reveal the hard, corded muscles of his chest. Then, he reached for his belt, his eyes never leaving hers, savoring the way her breath hitched as he unzipped his trousers.
Y/N’s eyes locked on his hands as Taehyung slowly dragged the zipper down, the metallic sound cutting through the heavy silence like a promise. He shoved his trousers and boxers low on his hips, freeing that thick, heavy cock. It sprang up hard and angry, veins pulsing along the shaft, the fat head already glistening with precum.
Fuck, he was huge, the kind of dick that made her mouth water and her pussy ache with need.
But he didn’t slam into her. Not yet.
Instead, he grabbed her wrists in one big hand and pinned them above her head against the mirror with a firm grip that left no room for argument. His other hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to stare into his dark, hooded eyes.
“Keep those hands right there, baby,” he ordered, voice low and commanding, sending a fresh gush of wetness down her thighs. “You don’t move them unless I say so. Understand?”
She nodded quickly, breath shaky. “Yes, Tae…”
“Good girl.” He smirked, that dangerous, sexy glint making her clit throb.
He took his time now, slow and deliberate, dragging his free hand down her body. He squeezed her tits hard through her top, pinching her stiff nipples until she whimpered, then shoved the fabric up roughly to expose them completely. His mouth latched onto one, sucking and biting while his fingers twisted the other, mixing pain with that sharp pleasure that had her squirming against him.
“Stay still,” he growled against her skin, biting down harder on her nipple as a warning. She cried out but forced her hips to stop grinding, obeying even as her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.
Taehyung pulled back, admiring the way her chest heaved, nipples shiny and marked red from his mouth. He hooked his fingers into her soaked panties and ripped them down her legs, leaving them tangled around one ankle. Then he kicked her feet wider apart, spreading her open for him.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He ran two fingers through her folds, spreading her slick all over her swollen clit before pulling away again. “So fucking wet for me already. Dripping like a needy little slut. But you’re gonna wait.”
He pressed his body closer, his rock-hard cock sliding hot and heavy against her inner thigh, teasing just inches away from where she needed it most. Every tiny shift made the tip brush her slick lips, but he never pushed in. Instead, he wrapped one hand lightly around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pulse race under his palm while his other hand delivered a sharp smack to her ass.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear before his mouth descended on hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was a desperate, claiming act that tasted of sweat and pure, unfiltered hunger. As their lips collided, he wound his free hand into her hair, gripping a fistful at the nape of her neck and tugging hard enough to force her head back, exposing her throat completely to him.
She let out a broken, high-pitched sound as his grip tightened, her body straining against the mirror. Taehyung didn't stop there. He broke the kiss, leaving her panting, and trailed his mouth down the column of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin until he found the sensitive point at her jaw. He sucked hard there, his stubble scraping against her, leaving a dark, heated mark as he worked his way along her jawline with deliberate, sharp kisses that sent electric shocks straight to her core.
"You're mine," he growled against her skin, his hand still anchored firmly in her hair, controlling her movements, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. He pressed his face deeper into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, his breath hot and ragged against her pulse point. "Every second you spent waiting for me, you were thinking about this, weren't you? About me taking control?"
She couldn't form words, only a shaky nod, her eyes rolling back as his tongue swirled against her jaw and his fingers tightened further in her hair, anchoring her as he began to pace his rhythmic, torturous friction against her inner thigh once more.
Y/N’s body trembled against the mirror as Taehyung kept his fist tight in her hair, yanking her head back further to give himself full access to her neck. He sucked hard right over her pulse point, teeth scraping before his lips sealed down, pulling the skin into his mouth until a deep, dark hickey bloomed under his efforts.
“Fuck, Tae… that hurts so good,” she whined, her voice hoarse already.
He growled in approval and moved lower, creating another bruising hickey right at the base of her throat, then another on the side where everyone would see it tomorrow. Marking her like the possessive bastard he was. His hand around her throat tightened again, controlling every breath she took. Not enough to cut her off completely, but enough that each inhale came shallow and desperate, her head getting light and fuzzy while her pussy dripped even more down her thighs.
“Breathe when I let you,” he commanded, squeezing a little harder as he pinched her exposed nipple between his fingers, twisting it viciously. She gasped, the limited air making the sharp pain explode into overwhelming pleasure. He rolled the sensitive bud harder, pulling and flicking it until she was shaking, then switched to the other nipple, giving it the same brutal treatment.
“Look at these perfect fucking tits,” he muttered, slapping one breast lightly before latching his mouth onto the nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his hand kept restricting her breathing in that perfect rhythm. Every time she got close to the edge of too much, he loosened his grip just enough for her to suck in a ragged breath, only to squeeze again while he bit down on her nipple.
Y/N’s wrists stayed pinned high above her head, her back arched, pushing her chest further into his mouth like the desperate slut she was for him. “Please… I need more…”
Taehyung pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, admiring the swollen, spit-slick buds and the fresh hickeys decorating her neck like a claim. He ground his thick cock against her soaked folds again, the fat head nudging her entrance but never sliding in. Just teasing. Torturing.
“You’ll take what I give you,” he said darkly, choking her a little tighter while his other hand delivered another sharp smack to her ass.
The sting mixed with the breath play had her eyes watering in the best way. He leaned in and sucked another hickey right below her ear, tongue lapping at the fresh mark as he rocked his hips, coating his dick in her slick without giving her the full thrust she craved.
Her lungs burned deliciously, vision spotting at the edges as he kept the pressure on her throat and twisted both nipples at the same time, hard and mean. “Taehyung… fuck… I’m yours. Use me however you want.”
That earned her a wicked smirk. He loosened his grip on her throat just enough for her to gulp in air, then immediately tightened it again while lining his throbbing cock up properly. The fat tip pushed against her tight hole, stretching her open just a fraction as he held her right there on the edge.
“Beg for it like you mean it, baby. Tell me exactly how you want me to smash this dick in and ruin you.”
Y/N’s lungs burned as Taehyung kept his strong hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath a conscious struggle. Her head felt floaty and hot, the lack of air sharpening every single sensation until her nipples throbbed and her pussy wept for him.
“Please, Taehyung… choke me harder while you play with my tits,” she gasped out, voice raspy and broken. “I want your mouth leaving more hickeys all over my neck so everyone knows I’m yours… Please smash that co—umm… inside me and wreck my cunt. I need it so bad I’m dripping everywhere.”
He let out a low, filthy laugh and rewarded her by tightening his grip on her throat even more, cutting her air off completely for a few dangerous seconds while he attacked her neck again. His mouth sucked a fresh, angry hickey right next to the others, teeth sinking in deep enough to make her eyes roll back. At the same time he pinched and twisted both her swollen nipples viciously, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until she was shaking uncontrollably, her pinned wrists flexing uselessly above her head.
The mirrors reflected everything back at them: her flushed face, the dark bruises blooming on her neck, her tits red and abused from his rough hands and mouth. Taehyung kept rocking his thick cock against her slick entrance, the head catching on her hole and stretching it open just a tiny bit before pulling back, never giving her the deep thrust she was dying for.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened with pure lust. He lined up the fat, leaking head of his cock right against her dripping entrance again, pushing in just the tip so her pussy stretched around him obscenely. His hand flexed tighter around her throat, cutting off her air as he prepared to thrust.
“Fuck… that’s my good girl. Get ready.”
Taehyung’s eyes burned with raw, feral hunger as he held her there pinned, breathless, dripping. His hand flexed around her throat one final time, squeezing hard enough to make stars explode behind her eyelids, before he slammed his hips forward in one brutal thrust.
“Fuuuuck—!” Y/N screamed, the sound choked off by his grip as his thick cock speared deep into her soaked pussy, stretching her walls around his girth in one savage stroke. He bottomed out instantly, heavy balls slapping against her ass, the fat head kissing her cervix with punishing force.
“Shit, baby… so fucking tight,” he growled, voice wrecked.
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back just enough to feel her clench desperately around him, then drove in again harder, deeper setting a punishing rhythm that made the mirror behind her rattle with every snap of his hips.
The wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into her dripping cunt filled the practice room. Slick arousal coated his shaft and ran down her thighs with every thrust, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around him like it was trying to milk him dry.
Taehyung’s hand stayed locked around her throat, controlling her air while his other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. He fucked her like he’d been starving for it deep, relentless strokes that had her toes curling and her pinned wrists straining above her head.
“Look at yourself,” he rasped, forcing her head toward the mirror with the hand in her hair. “Look how fucking pretty you look getting ruined on my cock.”
Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust. The reflection was filthy: her skirt bunched around her waist, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, neck and chest covered in dark, possessive hickeys, her face flushed and lips parted in a silent cry as his thick cock disappeared inside her again and again.
He released her throat just long enough for her to suck in a desperate breath, then tightened again, cutting off her air as he angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside her over and over. Her vision whited out. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in her belly, her walls spasming wildly around his pistoning cock.
“You gonna cum already, baby?” he taunted, teeth scraping her jaw. “Gonna soak my dick while I choke you?”
She could only nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cheeks. Her whole body trembled, pinned between the cool mirror and his scorching, sweat-slicked muscles.
Taehyung leaned in, biting down on the fresh hickey at the base of her throat as he fucked her mercilessly. “Then cum. Cum on my cock right now.”
The command shattered her. Y/N’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave her pussy clamping down hard around his thick length, gushing slick heat around him as she came with a broken, strangled cry. Her thighs shook violently, vision going black at the edges from the lack of air and the intensity of her release.
Taehyung groaned loudly, hips stuttering as her cunt fluttered and squeezed him. “Fuck—good girl. So fucking good for me.”
He fucked her through it, chasing his own release with short, powerful thrusts. His hand finally loosened around her throat, letting her gasp and moan freely as he buried his face in her neck, sucking another dark mark while his cock throbbed inside her.
With a deep, guttural moan, he slammed in one last time and came hard thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pulsing pussy, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft with every shallow grind of his hips.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, panting, sweaty, trembling. Taehyung finally released her wrists and wrapped both arms around her, holding her close as he softened inside her.
“Fuck… I love you,” he murmured against her skin, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to one of the hickeys he’d left. “Best damn surprise I’ve ever had.”
Y/N smiled weakly, legs still shaking as she clung to him. “Love you too… Now can we finally eat that food before it gets cold?”
Taehyung chuckled, nipping at her earlobe. “In a minute. I’m not done with you yet.”
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I breathe everything out like a thousand times
Normal and special, they are just some lines
One deep sigh, then it slips away, fades away
What I try to keep never want to stay
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You woke up to the smell of rose blossom and oranges. Stretching your arms and legs, you slowly opened your eyes. A tray laden with breakfast pancakes, juice and roses lay on the nightstand beside you.
"Good morning," said your boyfriend before he kissed your temple. A smile crept on your lips as the tips of his hair tickled your face. You turned around, looking up into Jin's dark eyes.
He kissed your lips, his index and thumb propping your chin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, gently pulling him closer.
"What's this?" you asked quietly after you broke free. You referred to the tray of food on the nightstand.
"It's breakfast," Jin whispered in between kisses.
"Did you make it?" you smiled, appreciating his little efforts.
"Of course," he said affectionately, "Anything for my princess."
You took one of the roses and brought it to your nose. The sweet smell filled your nostrils as the velvety petals caressed your lips.
"Thank you," you whispered with a smile, your gaze locking with Jin's. For but a moment, the time seemed to pause. The gleam of utter adoration settled in your boyfriend's eyes. He took the rose from your hand and found your lips once again, kissing you lovingly.
Namjoon
Although it had been the best night's sleep you have ever had, Namjoon dared not shut his eyes. He feared that if he closed his eyes, you might disappear. It was not an understatement to say that your boyfriend was an undaunted man. But when it came to you, he found himself feeling quite the opposite of fearless. He watched your stir and moan in your sleep, petrified that if he does go to sleep, you will disappear like the sweetest of dreams.
Yet as he wrapped his arms around your delicate body, he could not help but let sleep overpower him.
He woke with your hands finding their way across his chest in search of warmth. His eyes snapped awake as he turned to your side of your bed. Anxiety filled his heart but the sight of you with your messy hair and relaxed features put him at ease. He turned on his side and kissed your forehead, stirring you awake by accident.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open just enough to find his own.
"How are you?" he asked due to the intensity of last night's actions. The thought of hurting you made him want to cut out his heart. Little did he realize, it was the most wonderful night of your life.
"Positively heavenly," you murmured, still half asleep as you snuggled closer to him and shut your eyes.
"Are you sure?" asked Namjoon, drawing circles into your back. Upon sensing the concern in the usually all-powerful tone of voice, your eyes opened once again. Sleep vanished from your body as you rose your head, your gazes locking.
"Of course," you whispered, caressing his cheek reassuringly. Namjoon studied your reaction for a moment. "It was the most beautiful night of my life," you admitted, blushing.
Hearing you say those words, your boyfriend's lips brushed against yours, kissing you delicately but with all the passion one could possess.
Yoongi
You were sound asleep. The dawn was barely cracking through the opened windows, the soft morning breeze ruffling the silken curtains. The sheets hugged nothing but your hips as you lay nude in bed.
Yoongi's fingers traced your back and your shoulders. Although he usually slept until late hours when he had the chance, he could not help but wake early. Watching you sleep proved to be better than the most wonderful of dreams.
You stirred in your sleep as cold wind made goose-bumps appear on your arms and legs. Yoongi pulled the covers over your body, kissing your neck and shoulders. The feel of his soft lips against your skin brought back memories of last night, painting a smile on your face.
"Hey," you whispered sleepily and brought Yoongi's hand to your chest. You kissed his knuckles, hugging his hand as if it were a stuffed toy.
"Hey," he spoke quietly, his groggy morning tone making you smile. Butterflies remained in your stomach from the night before and your boyfriend's voice must have woken them.
"How did you sleep?" he asked with his nose buried in the back of your neck.
"Never better, you?" you murmured. Yoongi didn't respond. Instead he took his hand from your hold and turned to the other side. You whined, yearning for his touch.
He opened the bedside drawer, picked something out and closed it again. The bed shifted as Yoongi wrapped his arms around you once again, kissing the top of your bare shoulder.
"Open your eyes, jagi," he spoke softly, tracing the kisses from your shoulder to the crook of your neck.
Your eyes fluttered open, adapting to the first rays of sunshine. But sunrise was not what your boyfriend wanted you to see. It was the small but elongated velvet box laying on the bed before you. Your lips parted as you rose your head.
"What's this?" you asked in a small voice.
"It's for you," he said, waiting patiently for you to find the courage to open it. A diamond bracelet lay inside the velvet box, shimmering in the golden sunlight. You let out a gasp, struggling to find the words to say.
"Y-Yoongi, w-what..." you stuttered as you turned around and looked him in the eye.
"I love you," he spoke softly and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. If the jewelry and the kiss did not take your breath away, those three words coming out of his mouth certainly did. You knew that if he spoke them, formidable as he was in personality, they were not in vain.
"I love you too," you whispered as if out of breath. A mysterious glint shimmered in Yoongi's eyes; a glint you rarely had the privilege to witness - happiness.
Hoseok
You rested your head on his chest, Hoseok's fingers tangled in your hair. You both lay nude, your intimate parts covered in nothing but pearly white sheets.
It was late in the morning but neither of you had spoken a word yet. The touches and affections spoke for themselves. Showering each other's bodies in kisses and delicate caresses, you decided to spend an entire day in bed.
You got up to prepare some jasmine tea to sip in between the sheets. You picked up your underwear at the edge of the bed, about to get dressed.
"Don't," said your boyfriend as you were about to clothe yourself. He ran his fingers down the small of your back, causing goose-bumps to raise on your arms.
"Hoseok, I can't stay like this all day," you smiled, although blush crept to your cheeks beneath his revering gaze.
"Yes, you can," he insisted softly and kissed the side of your hip.
"What if I get cold?" you asked, biting your lip.
"I'll keep you warm," Hoseok grinned, bringing you in for a passionate kiss.
Jimin
Bodies tangled, legs intertwined, you breathed in the scent of Jimin's perfume. You had barely been asleep for a few hours but morning was already here. A divine exhaustion came over you from the tension of the night before. Your muscles were sore but your tummy was filled with butterflies and fluffy dandelions.
You brushed the tip of your nose against your boyfriend's chest, trying to hide from the morning chill.
"Sweetheart, you're cold," murmured Jimin, pulling you closer to him. His palm rested on the upper part of your thigh, rubbing shapes into your skin with his thumb.
"It's okay," you spoke softly.
"I love you," he whispered into your ear, brushing the hair from your neck.
"I love you too, Jimin," you said gently before he rose your chin to look into your eyes. He kissed your lips greedily as if you were to disappear from his arms any moment.
"You're mine," he whispered into the kiss, the grip on your body tightening. You gently caressed his cheek, watching his beautiful almond eyes.
"No one can ever have you. I'd kill them first."
Taehyung
You lay on your stomach, your boyfriend's arm resting on your side. To you, last night was perfect, but a part of you doubted if you had the same effect on him as he had on you.
Waking up early, you bit your lip as you turned round to face him. He appeared more like a fallen angel in the morning sunlight than a human. You pushed a lock of his hair from his forehead, suddenly feeling awful about yourself.
Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, his pupil dilating at the sight of you. He grinned lazily yet it disappeared as soon as he noticed the worry in your eyes.
"Jagi, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Tae, everything is alright," you smiled reassuringly but he could easily see through your mask.
"Are you hurt, jagi?" he hurried, caressing your cheek as he scanned your body with his gaze. You pulled the covers closer to your chest.
"No, n-no, I'm okay," you insisted.
"What is it that's making you sad then?"
"I just... Are you sure you... last night... enjoyed..." you mumbled embarrassed, "I know I'm not really... you know..." you blushed deeply as you looked down at your body, squeezing the sheets even closer to you.
Taehyung burst out laughing, your eyes widening at his reaction.
"Jagi, why are you making me laugh? You're so funny," he smiled into your lips, kissing you more and more until he realized you were not joking at all.
"You're not serious are you?" he asked darkly upon noticing your glossy eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, looking down. Tae propped up your chin and kissed you with such desire your chest was knocked out of breath.
Gasping as he pulled away, Tae grinned at the expression on your face. Blood rushed to your head, making you blush like mad.
"Better?" he asked cheekily. You nodded, biting your lip to keep from grinning like a fool.
You tried to get up to prepare the two of you some breakfast, but Tae caught your arm before you could even reach the end of the bed.
"Where are you going? We're not done yet," smirked Tae as he pulled you back to bed.
Jungkook
You lay on top of his body, Jungkook's arms secured safely around your body. The smell of your hair brought him comfort the same way his touch eased you.
Your body was sore and every muscle beneath your skin ached, although it was a pleasant ache. You did not want to move ever again, but simply stay in your boyfriend's arms forever.
Jungkook ran his fingers up and down your back, gently stirring you awake. You hid a yawn inside the covers, slowly turning on your back. You rose your arms behind you, stretching your achy body. Jungkook traced the tips of his fingers on the inside of your arm, tickling your skin unintentionally. You yanked your hand away, giggling softly as your eyes fluttered open.
He leaned his forehead against yours, kissing you again and again. Your palm rested on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat pulse beneath it. As he opened his eyes, a different kind of darkness lay within his pupils. It was bright, although it remained obscure.
"I would burn the fucking world for you," he whispered against your lips, pulling you dangerous close to him.
Mafia! BTS - They're Your One-Night Stand and They Fall for You (hyung line)
Warnings: mature NSFW content (18+) (p in v, f oral receiving), mention of virginity
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You had a huge argument with your best friend over her toxic boyfriend and she decided that the two of you should take some time apart but you knew that was just her boyfriend talking. You've known each other for years and were so close that her words came as an absolute shock and broke your heart.
That night you just wanted to forget everything and have a good time. You went to the club with some of your other friends and danced and had a few drinks. You were tipsy enough to make you feel braver than usual but not remotely enough that you didn't know what you were doing. You had never had a one-night stand before but everything is a first sometime.
Jin
You were dancing at the club although the music wasn't really that good. You didn't care, though; you just needed to stop thinking about losing your best friend and let out the anger that you felt towards her toxic boyfriend.
When you followed your friends to go to the ladies' room together, you bumped into a tall figure.
"I'm so sorry," you said over the loud music. It was dark and the club was crowded. Another person was trying to make their way past you and pushed you into the stranger with force. You yelped in surprise as you fell but the stranger steadied you against him.
"Are you alright?" asked the stranger's deep voice. You finally managed to look up, your faces only inches apart. He was so handsome that it nearly took your breath away. Your heart was beating wildly as you nodded but your eyes drifted to his lips instead. You had never done that before but that night you were feeling completely reckless. The stranger's eyes found your lips as well and you took your chance. You stepped on the tips of your toes and closed the space between the two of you. The stranger's hands moved from your arms down to your waist as he pulled you closer. The scent of his perfume gave you goosebumps. It was strong but elegant not like the cheap colognes of other guys.
Before you knew it, you found yourself in the young man's apartment. You only had time enough to find out that his first name was Jin and you didn't care about the rest. All you wanted was to forget about everything and Jin was so good at making you forget. His touch made your knees weak and his kisses were so strong and passionate that all you could think about was wanting him.
Jin unzipped your tight black dress and pulled it down to your waist. He kissed your exposed shoulders as you untucked his white shirt. A loud moan escaped your mouth when he found the sweet spot on your neck and your fingers balled around his shirt. Jin tore his lips away from your neck and left soft, wet kisses down your chest and your tummy until he came to your waist. He pulled your dress off completely, his mouth watering at the sight of your lacy underwear. He kissed the front of it, making you gasp as he yearned to get a better access. Jin's large hands squeezed your bum as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could have never found the confidence to do all of this so easily if you were completely sober and you were glad for the few drinks you had.
You swallowed hard when Jin laid you down on his bed and pulled off his shirt. As if his kisses and confident touch weren't enough to make you soaking wet, the sight of his god-like body made your skin crawl with fever.
You found yourself tracing your toes gently from the waist of his trousers and past his length that hardened even more beneath your touch and down to the middle of his thigh. Jin watched you with a look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. He took off his pants and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. You pulled him down to you, your lips finding his before you helped him slip it on. The brush of your fingertips against his member made him so hard that he could come there and then. Jin wouldn't allow himself, though, not before he could feel himself inside of you.
Jin climbed on top of you and found your soft lips again. Your kisses were driving him crazy.
"Can you go slowly at first?" you whispered into the kiss, your fingers tangled in the stranger's hair. Jin opened his eyes and found yours. If you could blush any more, you would.
"Of course," he agreed and left a hickey beneath your jaw. You smelled fantastic and it made him almost feral but he remembered what you said.
Jin took off your soaked-through underwear and pulled your hips closer to his before he guided himself inside of you. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning but it helped little to contain your little sounds of pleasure. You couldn't help but curse under your breath as Jin began to move his hips and you could feel every inch of him inside of you. Your heart was racing like crazy and you couldn't get enough. Your nails dug into Jin's back, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips. It felt so good that you never wanted the moment to stop.
"Fuck," groaned Jin as he came closer and closer. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown and his grip on your hands grew firmer. Jin's face buried into your neck when he came, his breathing loud and heavy as he tried to calm down. You caressed his back, no less excited although you didn't finish. You didn't even expect to, given that this was just a one-night stand.
Afterwards, Jin went to the bathroom and took off the used condom. He ran his fingers through his hair when he came back, his eyes finding your sprawled across his bed. You were still breathing heavily, one of your hands on your bare tummy, the other somewhere behind your head. Your gaze tied with his when he waited by the bed.
Jin's fingers traced your calf first then his hand slid up your leg as he climbed onto the bed and he reached your thigh. Jin kissed your tummy first, his teeth softly grazing against your skin. Your heart began to race again and your stomach flipped with fireworks. Before you realized what Jin was doing, his mouth had reached your wet pussy. You gasped when his lips closed around you sucking and kissing and his tongue drawing shapes in ways that brought you to the edge of screaming. Your back arched when Jin's hands wrapped around your thighs and he brought you closer, your toes curling and your heart beating so loud against your chest that you forgot how to breathe. You whimpered as your legs shivered and pleasure took over your entire body.
"Oh my god ..." you cried when Jin pulled away from the throbbing, wet mess between your thighs. He turned to the inside of your leg and pressed hard kisses there as well, leaving a red marks on your tender skin.
***
You woke up in the morning with the sun in your eyes. You blinked, thinking you had died for a moment because it felt as if you had been sleeping on a cloud. It was just a large bed, however, with soft, plush covers scattered all around you. You sat up quickly when you remembered everything that happened. A blush so strong rose to your cheeks that your face was pulsating with heat. A sharp breath caught in your throat when you realized that you were naked and your underwear lay scattered on the bedroom floor. You jumped up quickly and put it on but your dress was nowhere to be found. There were three doors in the bedroom; one led to the walk-in closet, another to the hallway and the last one to the bathroom. Your dress wasn't there either but when you saw the smudged makeup on your face, you couldn't help but wash it away quickly and run your fingers through your tangled hair.
There was the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the apartment. You saw a white shirt at the foot of the bed and slipped it on. The smell of it reminded you of every detail of the night and made your face flush. When you slowly made your way down the hall, you took in the luxurious apartment, not even noticing how extravagant it was last night. As you looked around, a pair of dark eyes was watching you with great interest. Jin's gaze followed your bare legs, the silhouette of your lacy underwear beneath his white shirt and your soft hair bathing in the morning sunlight.
You could feel someone looking at you. A loud gasp escaped your mouth when you turned around and saw your one-night stand behind the kitchen isle. He looked even better than you remembered; he wore a fresh shirt and suit trousers, a golden watch shimmering on his wrist as he held a cup of coffee in his other hand. Not only did you feel under-dressed and awkward about last night, you suddenly realized how out of your league he was.
"Good morning," he said and took a small sip of coffee.
"I ... I couldn't find my dress," you almost stuttered as you hugged your arms. Your cheeks were on fire. The man gestured at the sofa behind you. You slipped back into the bathroom where you changed quickly, not having the smallest idea of how to navigate the situation.
When you returned to the kitchen, the man was still there.
"Coffee?" He offered you a cup.
"Thank you ..." you tried to remember his name but you couldn't even if there was a gun to your head.
"Jin," he filled in a small but amused smile on his handsome face.
"Jin," you repeated and took a long sip that you desperately needed. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Jin, unable to take his eyes off your beautiful face. He couldn't stop thinking about last night either. He couldn't say what it was and it irritated him to death, but something about you drew him in; he wanted to know more, he wanted to know everything.
"Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast," he offered, taking you completely by surprise. Based on what your friends told you, one-night stands don't go this way. Some guys even made the girls leave in the middle of the night and yet he was offering to make you breakfast.
"I ... I'm not sure," your statement sounded more like a question.
"You're not sure if you're hungry?" asked Jin, unable to keep the smile off his face at how adorable you were. The warm look in his eyes gave you butterflies.
"No, I am but ... Shouldn't I go now?" you asked, only realizing how dumb you sounded after saying the words. "I'm sorry, I've never really done this before," you confessed and only made your cheeks go even redder.
"I can see that," smiled Jin and went for the fridge where he grabbed some ingredients for an omelette. You were staying for breakfast.
"What ... What do you do?" you asked carefully as you sat by the counter, taking in the lavish apartment. Jin couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than you and yet he either seemed to be making a fortune or inherited a colossal amount of wealth from his parents.
"I have a significant share of a company," said Jin diplomatically as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before he started whisking the eggs.
"Oh ..." You heard about really young people who invested at the right thing at the right time and became rich overnight. You figured Jin was one of them.
"Do you do this often?" you asked after Jin set a beautiful omelette in front of you.
"Cook?"
"No," you laughed a little, your cheeks turning red again. "I mean this ... Whatever it is ... was ..."
Jin watched you for a moment, trying to figure you out. He could tell that you had no idea who he was; he knew that last night already and it drew him in. People began to act differently once they found out who he was.
"Sometimes," said Jin honestly and you nodded as you took a delicious bite.
"This is really good," you complimented, completely focused on the food and not noticing the look of interest in Jin's eyes. He had never met anyone like you before.
"Thank you," he said. "You?"
"No," you almost laughed again and shook your head. "This isn't my thing, I've never even—" You stopped talking and froze when you realized what you just said. An eerie silence fell between the two of you as your face burned bright red and you could feel the blood pulsating from your neck to your cheeks.
You took another bite of the food and hoped Jin wouldn't ask further about what you practically revealed just now, but you could feel his eyes burn through you. For a long time, you really wanted your first time to be with someone special but as you grew older and went on more dates, the realization of that idea seemed nearly impossible. You didn't mind your first time being with Jin. You followed your instincts last night and went for it; it's not like you haven't done anything by yourself before that.
Jin watched you, trying to process what he just thought you said. His heart began racing faster as his eyes measured you from head to heel. You bit your lip as a pang of guilt shot through your chest.
"I hope you don't mind that I didn't say anything," you said apologetically and forced yourself to look up into Jin's eyes. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it because it's isn't a big deal to me." Your voice slowly grew more quiet with each word. Jin stared at you, his lips slightly parted.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, leaning in slightly closer to you. Your eyes widened slightly and you blushed again. This was the last thing you expected him to say, a complete stranger.
You found yourself nodding truthfully. "Yeah, I ... It was great ..." you looked down at your plate and pulled another piece of omelette from the large roll with your fork. "It was pretty incredible really ..." you whispered under your breath when the memories came back to you.
Jin's hand went to your chin and propped it up before he kissed you. Your eyes widened at first but your instincts took over and you kissed him back. Your hand went to his smoothly-shaven cheek and you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan at how good Jin's plush lips felt against yours. He pulled away for a split second before leaning in again and pressing a shorter but no less passionate kiss to your lips.
Jin knew he was done for when he found it almost impossible to detach from your kiss. Your eyes staring up at him made his knees go weak - it was a completely new sensation for him.
"What are you doing tonight?" he found himself asking.
"I ... I don't know," you tried to think. The kiss made your brain all foggy.
"Let me take you out to dinner," said Jin. You stared at him puzzled.
"Me?" you asked timidly. You had never planned on this, not in a million years, but you would be lying if you said the thought of going out with Jin properly didn't excite you and give you butterflies.
"I'll pick you up at seven," he decided.
Namjoon
You were just coming back from the ladies' room with your girl friends when you saw a stunningly-handsome man. He was walking beside you back to the club area, his perfume sending shivers down your spine. The hallway narrowed to a single-door and he let you enter first.
"Thank you," you said with a small smile and slipped inside. When you glanced over your shoulder, the young man was nowhere to be seen. You frowned although you knew he was completely out of your league. What you found strange too, though, was that he was wearing a suit to the club. You wondered if he was the owner but he seemed much too young to own a business like this.
You had another drink and went back to the dance floor with your friends. You were dancing to the music, trying not to think about the absolute worst day you had. You couldn't believe how your best friend's boyfriend could manage to manipulate her so much that she would completely cut you off and her family too.
"I need to get some air," you voiced to your friend over the loud music. She nodded and continued on dancing.
You made your way through the pushy crowd, ignoring the weird guys who were gawking at you. They all looked the same; they dressed the same, they smelled like the same old cheap cologne; even their hair and faces looked the same.
You finally managed to make it through the back door, the cool air of the night filling your lungs and clearing your mind some.
"Everything alright?" asked a deep voice behind you. A small gasp escaped your lips as you jumped around. It's him, you realized when the young man in the suit stepped out from the shadows. He flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand.
You nodded as you hugged your bare arms. It was hot in the club but out here, the little black dress you wore wasn't remotely enough to keep you warm. Besides, you were sweaty from all the dancing.
"Actually, not really," you confessed and looked at the fluorescent light at the end of the back alley. The young man approached you.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked and made you smile. You shook your head although you could help but allow your eyes to drift to the man's gorgeous lips. Your skin turned hot and prickly.
A pair of drunk girls in high heels emerged from the club suddenly and stumbled at you, pushing you against the stranger. He caught your arms and steadied you.
"Are you alright?" he asked after he threw a glare in the girls' direction. They were gone, though, giggling and stumbling down the alley.
"I'm fine," you nodded quickly. "Thank you."
"No problem," he said quietly as you looked up at him. There was hardly any space left between the two of you. A sharp breath caught in the back of your throat as your gaze fell on his lips again and he saw it. The stranger leaned down and kissed you. You responded immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stepped on the tips of your toes. A small moan escaped your mouth when his hands took your hips and pulled you to him.
The moment that you made it into his apartment, the stranger grabbed your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
"What's your name?" you whispered against his lips, hesitant to break the kiss for even a moment. He pulled away though, his eyebrows in a small frown as he looked you in the eye and stopped on his tracks. There was surprise in his dark irises and you wondered if he really was the owner of the club. You wouldn't have known him even if he was because you hardly ever went there.
"Namjoon," he said breathing heavily.
"I'm Y/N," you said quickly before you found Namjoon's lips again. His name sounded unique and familiar but in that moment you couldn't have thought about it less. All you wanted to do was to forget about everything and feel everything.
Namjoon sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, your legs straddling his massive thighs. You kissed him hungrily as his large hands slid up your thighs and beneath your dress up to your hips. They stayed there for a while before Namjoon unzipped your dress and pulled it over your head. His lips went to your neck as you blindly unbuttoned his shirt, losing track for a moment when he found your sweet spot and a moan escaped your mouth. Namjoon's hand moved down your back and behind your lacy underwear. He squeezed your bum and made you move your hips closer to him so that you could feel how hard you made him. Once your wet pussy grazed his length, you couldn't help but continue moving your hips along it, making Namjoon's trousers wet.
"Fuck," he muttered against your chest. His fingers dug into your soft skin as he helped you guide your hips along his member. Your hair smelled so good that it made Namjoon's skin prickle with fever. He couldn't take it any longer.
Namjoon picked you up and laid you down on his soft bed. He pulled off his half-unbuttoned shirt and unbuckled his belt. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and put it on although he wanted nothing more than tear it off and feel you raw.
"Come here," Namjoon almost growled as he pulled you back onto his lap. He let you stay on top although he was the one guiding you. A gasp-like moan caught in your throat as he entered you, making you feel so good. He moved his hips slowly at first, steadily as he watched your little pleasure-drunk frown. Your nails were digging into his strong chest, only making him more impatient. He guided your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his waist as you leaned forward. You began stroking yourself, the sight of it making Namjoon growl curses. He sat up properly and supported you in his strong arms as he made you take all of him. Your eyebrows were furrowed into a frown and your lips parted as you whined but it felt so good.
"Fuck ... Don't stop, don't stop," you begged as you edged closer. "I'm close," you whimpered just before your thighs quivered and Namjoon's thrusts made you wince after you climaxed. He was close too, so fucking close when he saw the expression on your face when you came.
Namjoon groaned against your chest when he came deep inside of you. The feeling of him throbbing inside your sensitive pussy made you whimper. You were breathing heavily in each other's arms, trying to find a way back from the high.
***
Your hands reached across the empty bed as you opened your eyes. It took you a moment to remember where you were and what happened. The memories brought a sharp blush to your cheeks as you sat up. You were wearing Namjoon's shirt and nothing else. The fabric still smelled like his perfume, giving you goosebumps.
You ran a hand through your messy hair as you stood up, your bare feet threading the cold wooden floors. For a moment your thighs quivered and your eyes widened. You remembered how good it was but even your body surprised you.
The first door that you opened was a bathroom and you couldn't be more grateful for it. After you gathered your clothes, you took a quick shower and washed away the makeup from last night.
When you made it back to the bedroom, a part of you hoped that Namjoon would be there and yet another was embarrassed to even look at him. You had never done anything like this before. You were always so calm and rational but last night something snapped in you. Everything had built up over the past few weeks and you just wanted to feel good for a change.
You made your way down the hallway and followed the sound of the TV news reporter. Namjoon was sitting on the sofa in front of a large TV and watching the morning news with the stocks information running at the bottom of the screen. He had a laptop open and a coffee in his hand. The apartment looked thrice its size in daylight and so lavish it made your stomach twist into knots. Maybe he really was the club owner.
You wondered whether you should say something at all or simply try and leave unnoticed. As you slipped behind Namjoon and almost reached the hallway, you bumped against an end table.
Namjoon turned around, his dark eyes finding yours.
"I'm just going to ..." you jumped around and gestured towards the door, letting him know you were going to be out of his way in a second. "I, um ... I left the shirt by the sink in the bathroom."
"Where are you going?" asked Namjoon and got up, forgetting completely about the stocks or the news or any of it.
"Home?" you suggested unsure. You had no idea how this worked. Based on what your more experienced friends told you, no one was lingering around for coffee and many of them were even asked to leave in the middle of the night or sleep on the sofa.
"Yeah, I know, of course," said Namjoon, a small smile creeping to his lips. He seemed much less intimidating now that he was talking to you rather than when he was frowning at the news. You almost forgot how handsome this man was but he reminded you simply standing in front of you.
"Do you want me to drive you?" he asked. Namjoon's voice was deep and dark but his brown eyes warm and inviting. "There's coffee too if you want."
You watched him unsure. His hands were in the pockets of his dark suit trousers and he wore a fresh new shirt as well.
"I, um ... Sure, coffee would be great," you smiled a little. "If it's not an inconvenience," you added quickly.
"Not at all," said Namjoon as he looked down at you. You looked different without your makeup and your hair done. You still looked perfect though.
You followed Namjoon into the kitchen where he grabbed some coffee. "I can try and make you some breakfast - try being the operative word," said Namjoon as he poured you some coffee.
"I'm sorry I really don't know what I'm doing right now," you said nervously as you hugged your arms. Namjoon turned to you, his brows in a small frown. "I've never done this before - should I've just left? I really don't want to impose if you're busy," you gestured to the living room behind you.
Namjoon rose his eyebrows as his eyes flickered to the TV before they tied back to your gaze. He placed a cup of hot, aromatic coffee on the counter before you and grabbed the remote. He turned off the TV and grabbed his own cup before he joined you in the kitchen.
"I'm not busy," said Namjoon. His hand brushed against your upper back as he made his way past you. Goosebumps rose on your arms.
"I'm curious," he confessed.
"Curious?" you rose your eyebrows, puzzled.
"Why did you do it this time?" asked Namjoon as you looked up at him. Your cheeks flushed pink.
"I just ... It's a really long story," you shook your head.
"I've got time," he said and sat down beside you. You gave him another look, unable to tell if he was just being polite but he seemed genuinely interested - so you told him. You told him about your best friend and how she had been acting strange since she started seeing this guy over a year ago; how she slowly cut everyone from her life and how it was your turn now.
"This is going to sound strange but ..." you shook your head as you stared down at your coffee. "I think my heart's broken." Your voice was quiet and weak. You licked your dry lips and looked up at the man who was nothing short of a stranger to you but he was listening to you nevertheless.
"I know it's not like love - romantic love - but ..." you tried to explain and ran a hand through your hair. "I just can't believe this is fucking happening ...
"I'm perfectly aware that I have no right to judge - I've never even dated anyone—" you went on but that's the last thing Namjoon heard. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he looked at you properly. He couldn't make himself believe the words coming out of your mouth. You were one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. Every last curve of your body reminded him of last night and made Namjoon realize how he wanted you for himself and not just for that one night and the fact that you were free ...
"I should probably go," you said when you saw the frown on Namjoon's face. You should never have stayed in the first place. But when you jumped off the stool, Namjoon stood up as well and caught your hand.
"Have dinner with me tonight."
"W-What?" you stuttered.
"Dinner tonight," decided Namjoon. "I'll pick you up at seven."
Yoongi
The dancing alone had little effect on you forgetting about your horrible day. The music was bad and the drinks you and your friends ordered were so watered down it was practically money thrown out the window. There was only one thing that was keeping your attention - him. He must have been around your age or maybe a few years older but it was dark and you didn't particularly care. He was talking to the club owner or perhaps a manager when his dark eyes found yours. A sharp breath hitched in the back of your throat when he caught you staring. You looked away at your friends who were dancing beside you but when you turned around, he was still watching you. His eyes tore themselves away from you when the manager motioned towards the back of the club.
It must have been an hour since when you told your friends you wanted to leave but they continued dancing. You tried make your way through the pushy crowd. There were guys gawking at you in your beautiful dress and your hair done perfectly. A couple of them wanted to stop you from leaving and make you dance with them but you managed to slip from their grabby, sweaty hands.
"God," you breathed as you pushed open some side door and the cool air of the night filled your lungs. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as if you were looking up at the night sky. You hugged your bare arms when the night air made you shiver.
"No, man, I'm telling you she wants it, I saw her go out here—" a man was talking to his friend and laughing drunkenly as they pushed through the same door where you came out. You jumped around when the door burst open and the two guys appeared that tried to make you dance with them. Your stomach twisted into knots and your skin prickled hot with fear. Your friends were still inside and there was no way of calling them.
"Look, there she is, I told you," grinned one of the guys and pointed his rude finger at you. The looks in the guys' eyes were terrifying because you had seen them a thousand times before and you knew exactly what they meant.
The smell of cigarette smoke came from the shadows on the other side of the door, only a small orange light visible to you. Someone stepped into the light in front of you, walking casually as if he were on an afternoon walk. Him. He breathed out the smoke as he took a look at his cigarette butt wondering if there was another drag hiding in there. His back was to you when he flicked away the cigarette absently and stared up at the two guys. The ribald expressions drained from their faces before they began pushing one another as to who will get back inside first. The heavy door closed behind them with a loud thud.
The man turned around and took a good look at your eyes.
"I saw you in there," he said after a while. His voice was quiet but dark enough to give you goosebumps.
"I saw you too," you said weakly. The stranger took off his jacket and offered it to you. "You don't need to—"
"Take it," he insisted, not unkindly. You thanked him and slipped on the warm jacket that smelled of heavenly perfume and a little bit of cigarette smoke.
"Do you need a ride?" asked the stranger and glanced over his shoulder at the door.
You nodded a little. "Yeah, okay." The reason in you told you not to go with him but you decided to trust your instincts. Everything about him drew you to him like a magnet, and little did you know that he felt the same way about you since the moment he saw you dancing in the club.
"What's your name?" asked the stranger as he opened his car door for you. He was leaning his arm against the frame when you froze, the two of you only inches apart.
"It's Y/N," you breathed, unable to keep your eyes from glancing at his lips. He nodded weakly and gave you his name.
Yoongi asked where you wanted to go once you were out on the road.
"Home," you said quietly as you watched the flickering lights of the city pass by.
"Where's that?" asked Yoongi, one of his hands on the steering wheel when he turned to you.
"I don't know where you live," you found yourself saying as you looked at him. Yoongi's lips parted slightly, his pitch black eyes studying you. He looked back at the road and made a turn at the next crossroads.
You followed Yoongi up an alarmingly tall apartment building where his place was at the very top. Yoongi let you in first after he unlocked the door. He turned on some lights as you took off your heels. He was right behind you. One of his hands slowly made its way around your waist whilst he moved your soft hair to one side of your neck with the other. Yoongi kissed your hot skin as you closed your eyes and let him. Your hand went over his that was resting on your waist, your fingers locking with his. You never imagined a stranger's touch could feel so good.
You turned around and caressed Yoongi's cheek, leading him down to your height. You kissed him slowly at first, but his grip securing on your hips encouraged you to deepen the kiss. His hands moved down to your bum and thighs where his fingers dug into your soft skin. He picked you up and sat you on the large end table Yoongi stepped between your legs that wrapped around his waist. Your back arched as you didn't want to break the kiss. A hint of cigarette smoke lingered on his tongue but you didn't mind, not that night. All you wanted was for him to touch you.
Yoongi's hands caressed your thighs before one of them rose beneath your skirt. You gasped when two of his fingers caressed the wet crease in your lacy underwear. Yoongi's eyes opened and found yours. He couldn't believe how wet you were and how hard that made him. Yoongi kissed you deeply, his lips returning to you over and over again for short, hungry kisses. Another one of your gasps filled Yoongi's mouth when his fingers began stroking your sweet spot. The fingers of one of your hands balled around the hem of his shirt whilst the other was tangled in Yoongi's dark hair.
You could feel how hard he was when Yoongi took his hand away and pulled your hips closer. He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, knowing his way around the dark apartment. Yoongi laid you down on his soft bed before he got up and took off his shirt.
"Help me," you whispered breathlessly as you got to your knees and turned around and pulled your hair aside. Yoongi unzipped your black dress, revealing the lacy back of your matching bra. He pulled the dress off your shoulders and kissed your there, leaving small bites along your soft, perfumed skin. You laid back down and let him pull off your dress completely.
Yoongi was watching you lie on his bed in nothing but your underwear, letting his imagination run wild. Your cheeks flushed pink under his gaze but it was too dark for him to notice. He knew, though, the moonlight was enough.
He took off his pants and grabbed a condom from one of the drawers of his nightstand. His hands were almost shaking with impatience.
Yoongi tasted the moan in your mouth when he entered you. Your nails dug into his back in pleasure as he began moving his hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, closing in what little space there was left between your bodies. Every thought but one disappeared from your mind - nothing else mattered but the two of you in that moment.
You began to stroke yourself. You didn't think you would feel like it but everything felt so good so you wanted to try.
"Let me do it," said Yoongi, his voice almost a growl. He grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath your hips and replaced your hand with his. He continued thrusting with the same rhythm that made you feel so good but now his fingers were caressing you as well. A loud moan rose from deep within your throat as your hands balled around the bed covers. Your eyes watered from the pleasure you were receiving. Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he watched you take him and come closer and closer.
"Fuck, please don't stop," you begged. Your back arched and your toes curled in pleasure as you felt the release all over your body. Yoongi came just after you, his member pulsating deep inside of you. He didn't pull out right away but leaned down to you and kissed you again. You wrapped around arms lazily around his neck and pulled him closer, your kisses showing him how good he made you feel.
***
You woke up late in the morning, not being able to remember the last time you had such a good night's sleep. You sat up in the unfamiliar bed wearing a hoodie far too large for your frame, the memories of last night coming back to you. Your neck and cheeks flushed red and your skin began to tingle as you fell back into the soft bed and savored the flashbacks. Something was moving in the hallway, a pair of quiet footsteps. Your eyes flashed open as you sat back up. The footsteps left again.
You found your underwear scatted on the bedroom floor and slipped it on quickly along with your dress. You were still holding the cozy hoodie in your arms when you made your way down the hallway and found Yoongi sitting at the kitchen counter. There was a laptop opened in front of him and a coffee in his hand. He rubbed his eyes when he felt your gaze on him and turned to you.
"Hi," you said with a small smile but didn't feel any less awkward.
Yoongi closed the laptop behind him and stood up. "Hi," he exhaled as thoughts stormed behind his eyes. There was a look on his face that you could not read.
"Do you want some coffee?" he offered.
"Sure," you nodded and came closer as he grabbed a cup for you. You placed Yoongi's hoodie on the counter by his laptop. His eyes flickered to it before they returned to you face as he handed you the coffee.
"Thanks," you accepted the drink gratefully, just the scent of it giving you goosebumps.
"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked out of nowhere, catching you off guard.
"Me?" you blurted as you looked up at his dark eyes. He nodded a little. You wondered what he was thinking; you wanted to know so bad but there was no way of telling.
"I'm okay," you nodded before the two of you sat down at the counter together. "Why?" you almost whispered. Yoongi was watching your every move, every breath that you took that made your chest rise and lips part, your fingers tapping nervously against the white cup, the lashes surrounding your beautiful eyes that were looking at him in turn.
You didn't know it then but Yoongi read people for a living and that's why you couldn't read him.
"You've never done this before," said Yoongi. His voice was quiet and smooth but it made you feel almost as if it stripped you naked and not in a good way.
You licked your dry lips as your stomach twisted into painful, anxious knots. He hurt your pride, though, and that hurt even worse. "If you didn't enjoy it, why didn't you just ask me to leave?" you said, almost snapping because no matter how hard you tried not to care, you did.
Yoongi's expression went blank for a moment before he realized what you thought he was insinuating and a smile broke on his lips. "I enjoyed it, that's not what I was saying," he looked down and remembered every second of it. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed it too much - enough to make him want to keep you there forever.
For some reason, Yoongi's genuine reaction made your cheeks even redder but it also made you feel more comfortable, especially now that your pride has been restored and even swelled. His smile was warm and honest unlike the formidable frown you saw him wearing last night at the club. Although in all honesty, you doubted that those guys would have just turned around and left you alone if he hadn't.
"I was just wondering why did you do it?" explained Yoongi. You licked your lips again and looked down at your coffee. You shook your head a little as everything came back to you.
"My best friend decided to cut me out of her life and I wanted to forget about everything," you told the truth when you looked up at Yoongi. As he watched you, he wondered if you had been as close to your friend as he was to his brothers. Even if you weren't, he understood.
"Listen, I ... I was wondering if you could still take me home," you asked slowly and remembered what you said last night. "To my place, I mean ... If it's not too big an inconvenience."
"I'll take you," said Yoongi. "I'll need to know where to pick you up for dinner tonight."
Hoseok
You were dancing with your friends when your eyes locked with a gorgeous man sitting in the VIP section. He was having a drink alone until the security guard let a young man pass into his section. He seemed more like a school boy rather than an adult. The handsome stranger kept his eyes on you a moment longer before he turned to the kid and you found yourself blushing. You turned to your friends and tried not to think about him although it was easier said than done. When you turned around, however, the stranger was no longer there. You frowned a little but figured he was way out of your league anyways and continued dancing.
The club became more crowded by the hour. You pushed your way through the dancing crowd to the bar.
"Can I get a bottle of water, please?" you shouted at the barman over the loud music. He nodded absently, swaying to the rhythm of the music. As you looked across the packed club, you knew it was your time to leave.
"What are we drinking?" asked a smooth voice beside you. You turned and came face to face with the handsome guy from the VIP section.
"It's you," you blurted unintentionally although the loud music hid your surprise a little. The man had a smile on his lips that made your tummy swirl with butterflies.
"Here you go," said the bartender as he sat your bottle of water on the bar. His eyes went to the stranger beside you whilst you thanked him.
"Mr Jung, the usual?" asked the bartender. He stayed still this time and paid attention, no longer dancing to the music and taking orders absently.
You looked at the man beside you. He was smiling still as his eyes shifted between your water and back to your eyes.
"Do you want to have a drink with me?" he asked politely. You stared at him conflicted.
"I ... I was just about to leave," you confessed although the offer was more than tempting. Jung leaned down closer to you, his perfume giving you goosebumps, and you repeated what you said.
"You're not having a good time?" he asked, his eyes taking in every feature of your face.
"No, I did," you said quickly. "But there's too many people now."
"Somewhere quiet then?" asked Jung, his face only inches away from yours. You couldn't help but glance at his beautiful lips and bit yours. Your heart was beating against your throat with excitement.
You nodded.
Before you knew it, you were in a beautiful penthouse apartment sitting on a soft sofa whilst the man, who you learned was Jung Hoseok, opened a bottle of wine. For a moment, you thought that you were in a dream. You were a little tipsy from the club but only so much that you didn't worry about the little things and not enough that it would keep you from feeling slightly nervous.
You had a sip of wine.
"You okay?" asked Hoseok, now sitting beside you as you faced one another. "Want me to take you home?"
"No, I'm okay," you said truthfully. You had never done this before and in your imagination - based on what your friends told you - it was anything but this. The wine, the beautiful apartment, the gorgeous man who made even the most confident parts of yourself feel self-conscious. You imagined it would be in the back of a car somewhere with both you and the random guy you danced with drunk out of your minds.
"I saw the way you danced," said Hoseok, one of his arms outstretched towards you over the back of the sofa, nearly touching your hair.
You blushed and laughed a little. "I can't dance," you shook your head and placed down your glass. Hoseok did the same.
"I beg to differ," said Hoseok, his voice deep and quiet enough to make your heart skip a beat. Your lips parted as you sat only inches apart. Hoseok glanced at your lips before his gaze returned to your eyes. Your butterflies turned into fireworks.
You scooted even closer and caressed his cheek before your lips melted into a soft but passionate kiss. Hoseok's hand slip up your thigh and to your waist where his fingers dug into your soft skin. You couldn't suppress a small moan as he pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss. Hoseok's hand moved from your knee, beneath your skirt and up your thigh.
You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. "I've never done this before," you confessed, hoping that he won't change his mind.
"It's okay," murmured Hoseok against your lips, his eyes closed.
"No, not just the one-night stand," you said quietly but responded to his kiss. "I've never ..." You shook your head a little. Hoseok's eyes opened. You couldn't tell what it was that you saw; there was desire and disbelief and something else that you couldn't point out.
"I want to do it," you asserted before Hoseok could even ask. Your fingers were tangled in his hair. "If you're okay with it," you licked your lips, feeling his hot breath on your skin. Hoseok didn't have to say anything - his eyes spoke for him. He found your lips again. His hands slid beneath your thighs as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.
Hoseok pulled off his shirt immediately before he helped you out of your dress. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with you between his legs as he took off your clothes and his dark gaze worshiped your body. His mouth was parted, a small shadow of a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips as he looked up at you. Your skin was prickling with fever when you pushed your hair on the side of your neck and kissed him. Hoseok pulled you down to his lap so that you were sitting on one of his thighs with your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips guided your kiss expertly. For a moment, you felt self-conscious about your lack of experience compared to him, but his touch made you forget about everything. One of his arms was locked around your waist whilst the other roamed up your thigh. Hoseok's fingers found their way beneath the hem of your underwear as he squeezed your bum tightly, making you moan against his lips. Hoseok took his hand back and traced the hemline of your waist until he reached the front but he never broke the deep kiss. His long fingers caressed over the fabric of your underwear and slid down to your pussy. His middle and ring finger grazed through your crease, finding the fabric completely soaked through. You gasped at his gentle but confident touch, your pussy throbbing beneath his fingers.
Hoseok pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes, a soft grin in the corner of his lips when he saw how needy you were. Your glossy eyes begged him not to tease you and he obliged. Hoseok kissed you again, more hungrily now as the fingers of his one hand dug into the soft flesh of your waist and of the other pushed your underwear aside and caressing you skin to skin. You whimpered when his thumb found your clit and drew circles against it whilst he stroked the rest of you with his two long fingers. Hoseok didn't even have to slide his fingers inside of you to make you come because you were already gasping and moaning against his neck. He decided to push you a little further and dipped his fingers inside of you. Another whimper filled your mouth, followed by a series of cries as you reached another climax and your thighs began to quiver.
"That's it," groaned Hoseok quietly against your ear as he let you rest against his neck. "Look how well you did." He wrapped both of his arms around you and held you close. If he hadn't already been rock hard from seeing your body and touching you, the look of drunken pleasure on your face would have done it for him.
Hoseok left small, tender kisses down your neck. "You smell so nice," he murmured when he felt your fingers run through the hair on the back of his head. You moved your lips to his shoulder and kissed him, slowly reaching up his neck and jaw until you found his lips. He tasted and felt so good that you never wanted to break the kiss and for a while longer your wish would be granted.
Hoseok took off his trousers and found a condom whilst you pulled off your underwear. His eyes watched you as you did so, another rush of desire shooting through him.
"Come here," muttered Hoseok as he climbed on top of you and pulled you closer. He found your lips again, kissing you and kissing you until you were breathless and reaching for him. A whimper-like moan escaped your mouth when he entered you slowly, his hand holding down one of your wrists. You frowned in pleasure as your fingers dug into the small of his back. Hoseok was watching you, checking on you although there was no need. You only wanted more.
Hoseok moved his hips, entering you deeper and deeper. You winced from sensitivity and pleasure whenever he touched your clit. You went to touch yourself but Hoseok took your wrists and pinned them beside your head as he stopped thrusting his hips. You opened your pleasure-drunk eyes and saw him watching you with an amused look in his dark irises.
"Not yet," he said to you and let go of your wrists as he almost sat up. He took in the sight of your body - little silvers of your come on your stomach where he traced his fingers, your breasts and nipples perfect to touch and kiss and stroke, but most of all the dreamy look in your eyes.
"Look at you ..." Hoseok said to himself. "How pretty you are for me, little kitten," he murmured as he came back down and gave you a kiss different from the others.
Hoseok began moving his hips again, this time his pace faster and his length entering you fully. Your mouth was full of soft moans as you inched closer again. Hoseok reached down and caressed your little sweet spot, making your thighs quiver in matter of seconds. Even as you came again, Hoseok didn't slow down but picked up his pace instead. His fingers were soaked with your come when he locked them with yours, his other hand propped against the bed when he came as well. He squeezed your hand tightly before he released it. Hoseok leaned his forehead against yours, his chest heaving as you felt him throb deep inside of you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips even after he was done and he was in no hurry of pulling out.
***
Come morning, a small moan caught in your throat as you turned in the soft bed and buried your face into the soft pillow. You stretched your sore legs before you blinked slowly and adjusted to the morning light. It took you a moment to remember last night, and when you did, your face was flushed and your eyes grew wide open. Your heart was pumping hard in your chest when you sat up and looked around the spacious bedroom. The mattress beside you was empty but you could hear little noises coming from the rest of the apartment.
You got out of bed and tiptoed around the carpet as you collected your underwear and your dress. The bathroom door was cracked open and you slipped inside. You got dressed and washed your face, holding a hand of cool water against the back of your neck as you struggled to clear your head of the memories of last night. Your insides were tingling with butterflies just at the thought of Hoseok touching your body - you didn't even know how you would look him in the eye later. Perhaps you wouldn't even have to, you thought, remembering all the stories your friends told you about horrible one-night stands. Your heart sunk a little at the idea, but on the other hand, you couldn't expect much else from this.
You brushed your hair with your fingers as you made your way down the hallway, following the sounds that were coming from the kitchen.
Jung Hoseok was standing behind the kitchen isle, a neat wooden tray sitting on top of it. There was a croissant, a bowl of mixed berries, a glass of orange juice and he had just placed a cup of coffee on there as well. His sharp eyebrows were arched in a frown and his lips were parted slightly. He wore a classic white shirt and a pair of elegant black trousers with a metallic watch glimmering on his wrist. Hoseok's dark eyes looked up at you suddenly when he felt someone watching him.
"Good morning," he spoke, his formidable frown replaced immediately with a warm smile like sunshine breaking through a storm. You blushed.
"Hi," you greeted as you fixed the thin strap of your dress and came a little bit closer. "Should I ..." you asked carefully, gesturing in the direction of the exit if you remembered correctly from last night.
Hoseok frowned a little. "You don't have to leave yet," he said, his eyes glancing down at your exposed shoulders. "I made you breakfast."
"It's for me?" you asked, the corners of your eyebrows curved downwards when you looked at the beautiful tray.
"Of course," smiled Hoseok. "Sit down." As he made his way past you, his hand touched your waist and his lips kissed your cheek.
"I'll be right back."
His touch left tingles on your skin as you watched him disappear down the hallway before you sat down at the kitchen isle. The fresh smell of berries and the crisp scent of the pastry invited you. You took the coffee first, however, and took a sip before you wrapped your cold hands around the warm porcelain.
"Here," said Hoseok when he appeared beside you. He handed you a soft black hoodie and you looked up at him surprised. There were goosebumps on your arms and the morning was much colder than the hot night when you were dancing in the club.
"How did you sleep?" asked Hoseok with a smile as he grabbed his own cup of coffee and sat down beside you after you pulled on his hoodie and melted into its softness.
"Great, thank you," you nodded and stole a few berries from the neat white bowl. You were about to ask him the same but he spoke first.
"How are you feeling?" Hoseok smile faded a little as a soft frown gathered on his handsome face. You stopped chewing for a moment, taken back by the question, and your cheeks grew pink.
"I'm okay," you said more quietly now and focused on your coffee cup.
"Are you sure?" asked Hoseok. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he took in every little detail of your beautiful face. He kept thinking how he should have been gentler and how he should have asked you more if you were okay. Hoseok was well aware that you were practically strangers but there was something that drew him to you, that made him want to protect you and take care of you at any cost.
Hoseok tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle gesture made you look up into his warm, dark eyes.
"Yeah," you nodded. "I'm great, it was great."
Hoseok studied your features a moment longer but you were telling the truth. In fact, your words were an understatement about how you felt about last night.
You bit your lip as you couldn't help but glance at Hoseok's lips, wondering what it would be like to have him kiss you again. But you knew it was just a one time thing and that you were done now.
You looked away but Hoseok saw everything and it made his heart skip a beat.
"Have dinner with me tonight?" he asked out of nowhere, the question sounding more as a statement. Your gaze shot up at him.
"What?" you almost stuttered.
"Have dinner with me tonight," Hoseok spoke again; this time there was no room for question.
"But ... you barely know me," you shook your head a little although the thought of it awoke every last butterfly in your body.
"I'll get to know you," said Hoseok quietly as a small smile grew on his features and he leaned in closer. Your eyes fell to his beautiful lips and a sharp breath caught in the back of your throat.
"Okay," you nodded weakly when you saw Hoseok's gaze shift from your eyes to your lips.
"Good." Hoseok closed the space between you as his lips found yours, making your tummy explode with fireworks.
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summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."
Warning: angst 😭 (I know, but I promise it will pass soon) kiss, crying, Jungkook being an idiot, but regretting later (he will suffer a bit more in the next chapters, I promise) alcoholic drink, confession 😍
A/N: I know, I promised I would post this yesterday, but my internet stopped working and there was nothing I could do 🤷♀️ anyway, here it is: finally things are aligning a little bit. Spoiler alert: the OC's mother will soon find out what’s going on, and things will get ugly 😬. Speaking of which, PURE ATTRACTION is coming to an end, and I'm already thinking about new projects. I hope you can join me on this journey 🤟
Previous Chapter
CAPITULO 11
The fright pulls me away from Y/N instantly. When I look back, it's Bora calling me. She stops walking and stares at us for a few seconds. Then she smiles in a mischievous way, almost as if we were doing something more than a near kiss. I can't ignore the bad feeling that overwhelms me when I can't achieve my goal. I know I'm confused and should avoid playing with someone else's feelings, but being apart from her these past few days, has been my greatest martyrdom.
“Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles, biting her lower lip.
“You didn’t interrupt anything.” Y/N quickly shakes her head, embarrassed. “I need to see Hayun. Is she around?”
“Yes.” Bora nods in agreement. “Jungkook, Namjoon was looking for you. Please go see him. No one can stand him anymore, seriously. It feels like a funeral over there.”
“I’ll be right there.” I sigh, feeling I have no choice. I didn't want to go, but I know I need to. I glance at Y/N one last time before heading inside Yoongi's house. I try to maintain a calm expression, but I can’t. I’m so dazed by everything happening that I can barely think straight.
Namjoon came to Busan out of the blue, and even though I have some regard for him, I didn’t want him to do it. I shouldn’t have mentioned the party to him, but I'm so used to having him in my life, I didn’t expect him to travel, just to see me. I didn’t want to do this to Y/N; she must be thinking horrible things about me—part of which are true—but before heading to Seoul, I wanted to talk to her and clear things up, not this mess that just happened. When she left my apartment that day, I spent hours in my room, echoing her words in my head.
I’m a proud person. I don’t like being wrong, and when I am, it’s hard for me to stop, breathe, and ask for forgiveness. However, that same day, I knew I needed to do it. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N and resolve everything before it was too late. Contrary to what she says, I really do like her. She makes me feel good, makes me happy... whenever I’m with her, I don’t think about anything else. My world, filled with problems and worries, becomes a world that is only hers. I wanted to say this to her, but I'm so confused about Namjoon that I'm afraid to make the situation worse and regret it even more.
As I approach the house, I see him among my friends, leaning against the wall. He seems unfazed by the grim situation, but I know he is bothered. I’ve known him for years, and I know he liked everyone before all the shit hit the fan, throwing our dreams and what we built together, in the trash. He smiles at me when he sees me, and I can’t reciprocate in the same way. The pride I once felt being with him, no longer exist.
“Is everything okay?” I ask when I reach Namjoon. He shrugs and shows me a red cup with a clear drink. It looks like water, but I'm pretty sure it isn’t.
“I’ve been better.” He explains in a slurred voice, watching Taehyung and Yoori kissing in the corner. It used to be the two of us, the lovey-dovey couple. “Is everything okay? You were with that girl for a good while.”
“I needed to talk to her.” I say honestly, feeling anxious; it’s like I’m doing something wrong when I know I’m not.
“She seems important... the way you looked at her...” He suggests, but it doesn’t seem serious. It’s as if he’s saying all this, but knows there’s no possibility of any involvement. Y/N isn’t the type of person I would have approached with interest, in the past, and Namjoon knows that.
“She is important.” I confirm, trying to stay relaxed. Namjoon bites his lip and looks at me with an expression I can't decipher.
“You’re joking, right?” He asks; his jaw tightens, waiting for a response.
“I’m not.” I shake my head; my heart pounding almost as loud as the music. “We had a connection, and she’s important to me, that's why we talked.”
“Wow.” Namjoon scoffs, drinking more of his drink. He rolls his eyes ironically, and then sighs. “You really bounce back quickly.”
“What did you expect me to do? Wait for you?”
“No, just that you’d wait until everything could align.”
“You didn’t wait, Namjoon.” My throat burns with my growl. How can he be so hypocritical? “You ended everything. You slept with that guy from your work when we were about to move in together.”
“I made a mistake. You needed one mistake to end everything.” He replies.
“I needed one mistake to realize you weren’t the right person for me.” I say, clarifying the fact for both him and me. “Love doesn’t hurt, doesn’t deceive. What you did... you just ruined everything. What are you really doing here?”
“I thought I was welcome in your life.” He argues, and it’s the first time I see pain and regret in his eyes. He steps closer to me, his short breaths hitting my face. Him being taller than me never bothered me, but now it feels like he’s a tower over me. A mountain. “I thought you still loved me.”
“I loved the person I thought you were.” I say, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and my chest feels heavy. All the good moments we had together flash in my mind. The first time I saw him, the first time we made love. The first time I said I loved him, scared that he wouldn’t feel the same, and Namjoon reciprocated, exceeding all my expectations. All of that no longer exists. The Jungkook who was crazy about him, who admired him, is just a shadow of who I am now. I loved him so much that I almost overlooked his betrayal for us to be together. I no longer see a future for us, I see nothing but emptiness.
“I made a mistake once, Jungkook. Just once.” He says with a slurred tongue. He looks drunk and sad. A bad combination.
“Namjoon, that’s enough. This is serious now. I want this to end. Go back to Seoul. Stay in your apartment. You need to forget me and move on. We’re not good for each other.”
“We can fix all this. We can move on together.”
“We can’t, because I’ve already made my decision. You no longer fit in my life.” I’ve never been so decisive as I am now. I remember, in the back of my mind, the way I feel every time I see Y/N; none of this feels right.What he did is unforgivable, and I could never trust him again. It just seems wrong. His dark eyes fill with tears, and he takes another step closer to me. His scent mixed with alcohol is still good, but doesn't draw me like three months ago.
“I can show you that you still want me. That I still have you.” He whispers, and even though I don’t want to, I close my eyes to welcome him. For the last time. Just this once, and then everything will be over.
His mouth crashes against mine with ferocity. He seems to show through his actions that he’s regretful, and I can feel it, but it’s not enough. In the midst of the kiss, I take everything from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me. Namjoon is mine, for the last time. All these years together, I thought it would be forever, but we can’t be anymore. His tongue meets mine in a wildness I recognize. I grunt between his lips as I feel his hand on my back, so forcefully that it’s as if he wants to merge with me. The kiss is sexual, but devoid of feeling. Y/N echoes in my head once again, from when we kissed in your room while her mom was knocking on the door. When our lips met, I felt so much more than just physical contact or her touch. It’s then that I realize it’s not worth it. All the suffering has passed, and I don’t need this anymore. I abruptly pull away from him. Our heavy, quick breaths mix as I stare into his eyes. He tries to get closer again, but I don't allow it. I push him away with my hands, trembling, anxious and sad.
“It’s over.” I whisper. His face contorts as if I’ve punched him. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t deceive us anymore. “It’s over. That was the last time we kissed. The last time you touched me. I didn’t end our relationship. You did.” I conclude; my voice comes out hoarse and in a grunt from deep in my throat. There’s no anger, no resentment towards him. Namjoon doesn’t respond, completely silent, and how could he?
I cover my face with my hands, and let out a sigh mixed with relief and anguish, escaping my soul. When I turn around, my eyes unconsciously go to the woman who, since I met her, changed something within me. Her eyes, however, are filled with tears; her cheeks flushed as if she’s holding back an impending cry. Only then do I realize that Y/N must have seen the kiss with Namjoon, and I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. Before I can react, she turns her back and walks away from the crowded room.
“Y/N!” I shout through the people, but my voice sounds low amidst the music. I move instinctively and hurry after her. Her body almost disappears down the hallway, but I run faster, pushing past two guys who look like they want to kill me, and a girl, who yells at me for bumping into her. None of this stops me until I manage to catch her by the arm. “Y/N, stop!”
“Let me go!” She twists her wrist, shaking her body so I’ll release her. I loosen my grip on her skin, afraid of hurting her, and she pulls away again, faster this time. She heads for the main door of the house and flings it open.
“I’m not letting you go!” I yell at her, walking faster as the facade of the house gets further away from us. “Y/N, listen to me!”
“Stop following me!” She screams at me; her usually sweet and soft voice sounds angry and hurt. I run faster until I can stand in front of her. I don’t touch her, but I don’t let her pass, using my body like a wall to block her path. “Let me through, Jungkook.”
“No.” I shake my head. Her face twists. Her nose crinkles, and her forehead furrows. I’m sure if she could hit me right now, she would.
“Let me through.” She pleads again, taking short steps that I once again block.
“No, not until you listen to me.” I say with such force that she flinches. Her angry, hardened face transforms into an ironic laugh, which fades as more tears fill her eyes. Her white, smooth neck is filled with veins, as if she’s about to burst with rage. Her breath comes fast, as if she doesn’t have enough air.
“You’re a fucking bastard, a total son of bitch. I don't want to listen anything.” She growls at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen her curse; it’s so strange that it feels like those words don’t belong to her. “How can you do this to me? Yo-You are... I don’t even have words to describe you!”
“I know! I know! I’m a fucking mess, do you think I don’t know that?”
“You’re a son of bitch!” She screams again at me, pushing against my chest. “I want to punch you right now! I want to hit you until you turn into someone Irrecognizable.” She pushes me again, but I hardly budge. Although she’s angry and furious with me, I’m much bigger and stronger than her. I remain silent, watching as the trapped tears begin to flow down her face. The face that so often had been lit up with joy when she was with me, now looks defeated.
“I know... Y/N, I know.” I respond in a whisper. I stop her from pushing me again, holding onto her fist. I imagined she would use her strength against me and pull away one more time, but she doesn’t. Her silent crying takes over her body, and her shoulders shake. The pain I feel seeing her this way, knowing that I caused it leaves me frozen, but my arms move before I can think, and I hug her.
Her face aligns against my neck, and her sobs grow deeper. I open my mouth to say something, to apologize for everything I’ve caused her, but the words stick in my throat, and a voice in my head tells me that even if I tell her how sorry I am, nothing changes what I did. I hurt her, regardless. Apologies, unfortunately, don’t help much in this case.
“I’m sorry.” I say, contradicting all my thoughts. Even knowing that words don’t help at all, I say again: “I’m really sorry. Forgive me, Y/N.” I plead, closing my eyes. I feel her arms wrap around my body, bringing me a pleasure I can't even describe. How long has it been since I felt that excitement from just a hug?
“Stop apologizing.” She asks, pulling away from me. In the place of her warm body, only coldness remains in mine, with her distance. “Why did you kiss him? Why did you say all those things to me and then kissed him?”
“Because I needed to.” I clarify. Y/N opens her mouth to say something, perhaps to curse me again, but I’m quicker. “It’s over. We are nothing more than strangers now."
“How come?”
“That was the last time we were together, after almost five years. After everything, I needed this ending. I realized he no longer fits me.” I say, and not feeling the sadness I felt before, just imagining such a situation, brings me hope. Hope that I won’t have to suffer for Namjoon anymore. That I won’t have to feel anguish and pain over him.
“I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” Y/N shrugs, wiping her wet, swollen face. “But I don’t take back what I said. You really are a bastard.”
“I know.” I agree, unable to deny any of her statements. “And I also know that I hurt you, but I want to fix what I did. I want to fix all the shit I made you go through.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” She presses her lips together; those red lips I love so much, that for a second, I get lost in thought. I miss kissing her. Talking to her. Observing the little wrinkle at the corner of her right eye, every time she laughs. Not when she smiles, but when she giggles heartily. I never thought this could happen so quickly, even after Namjoon, but my heart leaps just thinking about her. Thinking about our kisses.
“Y/N, I can finally fix what I did wrong. That day I was so confused. I told you I didn't want something serious, but I did. I was scared; I just didn't want to get hurt again.” I confess to her, recalling the memories of that morning, when I turned my back on her because I couldn't bear to look into her eyes, as she left my apartment.
“Do you really think I'm going to believe all of this? After everything you've done to me? You're being a damn liar, a manipulative jerk." she grunts; I can see the anger in her eyes, the disbelief radiating from her.
“Y/N, I needed that. To finally know what I wanted.”
“You needed a kiss? You're a joke. Seriously.”
“Believe me.” I plead, my voice a whisper. I lean closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her cheeks are flushed from crying, from the turmoil of emotions. “I want you.”
“I won’t be your consolation prize.” She whispers back, furrowing her brows. Y/N seems so determined and strong, that it's like all my words means nothing to her.
“You’re not.”
“I won’t be your second option.” She repeats, grunting at me.
“You’re none of that.” I repeat, irritated that she even thinks that way. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks away, as if she could be saved by someone amid the darkness of the neighborhood. When she finds no one else, she sighs, biting her lips hard.
"I wish you had said all of this earlier. How can I believe anything you say now?" she asks, and unfortunately, I have no answer for that question.
"I'm sorry again," I beg, defeated. "Y/N, can I take you home? Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I ask, a bit hesitant. I want her to understand that even though I made many mistakes, I'm willing to do anything to show her how important she is to me. Y/N shakes her head, however, breaking all my hopes.
"I can't be near you. Every time I'm close, I end up losing control." She says, and I completely understand what she means. Whenever we're alone, I feel an energy between us that draws us together like an invisible magnet. I smile, agreeing with her.
"I can't control myself when I'm with you, either," I respond earnestly, and her previously sad face lights up with embarrassment.
"Jungkook, stop," she pleads, almost through clenched teeth. Her cheeks are flushed now, thanks to my words.
"I'm telling the truth. Deal with it."
"I really need to go," she changes the subject, shaking her head. Then she sighs, looking at her fingers. "I... I’ll call a taxi." She turns her back to me, before I can react.
"What? What do you mean?" I follow her again, as she walks back to Yoongi's house. Y/N looks at me, as if mentally questioning what I'm doing so close to her, but I don't care.
"Jungkook, go back to your party," she commands, walking faster.
"I'm not letting you take a taxi home at this hour. Forget it." I shrug, annoyed. She may not want to listen to me or look at my face, but nothing will convince me to let her go with a stranger in the middle of the night.
"What does it have to do with you?" she questions without looking at me, and I have to walk faster to get in front of her again. Her irritated, mocking, and sarcastic expression fades, when I look her in the eyes.
"Stop talking like that. Do you really think I don't care about you?"
"You are a—"
"I’m a jerk. I know. I just asked if you really think I don't care about you. Do you really think I don’t want what’s best for you?"
"I don’t know," she replies, shrugging. "After tonight, I can't think about anything else," she argues, furrowing her brows. I step closer to her, taking a short step forward. Her perfume, different from Namjoon's, completely captivates me. It's as if everything about her is designed to drive me crazy.
"Y/N, let me take you. My car is over there, across the street," I whisper, locking my gaze with hers, noticing how her pupils dilate when she accidentally glances at my mouth.
"I don’t know," she repeats, as if she’s fighting something internally.
"I'll take you. We don’t have to say a word to each other. You get in the car and then get out when we reach your place," I conclude, hopeful. She pauses for a moment and sighs, looking at her fingers again. It seems she's contemplating my offer for a few seconds, still uncertain.
"Okay," she says softly, as if afraid of her own decision. Her voice, once filled with anger, now sounds neutral. If I could choose any superpower right now, it would definitely be the ability to read her mind.
I clear my throat, nodding, and slowly step back from her, wary that any sudden movement might make her change her mind. My car isn’t too far away, so we walk in silence for just a minute. Yoongi's house still seems lively, with people coming and going through the main gate. I take one last look at the place, mentally thanking myself for leaving the car key in my pocket, as I glance at Y/N without saying a word. She remains silent the whole time, while I quickly open her door and then mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how she pulls on her seatbelt and looks at me for a moment, as if she’s examining me.
Even under her gaze, I don’t utter a single word. My whole body feels tense, alive, electric. I dare to contemplate her, the same way she does with me, taking in her from head to toe, from her Converse sneakers to her dress that’s much larger than her body, with a small slit opening on her left leg that, for God’s sake, reveals her smooth, soft skin –the same skin I had touched and taken everything from, just days ago. I clear my throat and start the car, reluctant to leave my spot.
A sudden rain starts to wet the windshield, and I thank the universe for, even if not intentionally, give me more time with this. The entire drive is a torture and, at the same time, a source of pleasure. I keep thinking to myself that if I can’t convince her, this might be one of the last times I ever see her before I go to Seoul. I savor everything about her: her scent, her presence, her calmness amidst so many storms, trying to imprint all these details in my mind. How did I get to this point? How could I be so confused about Namjoon when I’m clearly in love with her? Obsessed with everything she does?
When her house comes into view, I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry. I want to say so many things, yet no words seem right. I look at her face, and almost immediately, she looks at me too. We both sit in silence, listening the rain and lost in thought. Then she smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Thank you for bringing me," she says, looking down. "And I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have cursed at you. I shouldn’t have said all those things. I... Jungkook, I wanted to see you hurt, just like I felt, but I had no right. I was wrong for that. I want you to be happy. I want you to be loved, no matter who you’re with." She confess, and her eyes crinkle the way only hers do, calm and serene. I open my mouth to say something, to affirm she had every right over me, but she gets out of the car before I can tell her everything. "Goodbye." She whispers with a weak smile, giving me her back and entering before the rain makes her wetter.
I stay there for a moment, frozen, breathing heavily. I look at the door of her house, and then at my mother’s, thinking that, unlike my father, I’ve always considered myself brave. I’ve always seen myself as a confident person. With everything that has happened in my life, I have never taken a step back, and I have never let fear paralyze me or hold me back from anything. I get out my car hesitantly, but I don’t stop. I walk quickly to the short steps, and ring the doorbell, freezing with cold and the water. Y/N opens the door a second later, almost as if she was waiting for me on the other side. Her face illuminated by the yellow streetlight.
"Y/N, I don’t want you to leave my life," I declare breathlessly; my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. "I have no right to say this and I don’t even deserve you to listen to me, but I want you to know that since the first time I saw you, at your bedroom window, everything about you caught my attention. The way you speak, the way you look at me, how you listen to everyone as if they all deserve your attention, how empathetic you are, and how simply good you are... I can’t stop thinking about you. I talk about you to my friends, to my mother. I miss you even when we haven’t seen each other for a short time... I don’t want this to end. Us. I don't want us to end." I laugh desperately, not even knowing what I am doing, filled with hope and moments of us together in my mind. I can literally feel my blood rushing through my body, pulsing strong like never before.
"Jungkook, you—" She tries to say, but I stop her by placing my hands on her cheeks. I lean in so close I can feel her breath on my face.
"I know I’m an idiot, but I’m so damn in love with you that I deserve a second chance, just to show you that I’m worthy of you, that I can make every day, from now on, the best day of your life." I whisper, gazing into her eyes. They widen in shock and surprise. Tears form in them, and one falls onto my thumb, on the apple of her cheek.
"I’m in love with you too," she confesses in a whisper, and I have to lean in closer to assure myself that I’m not dreaming. She smiles, as if she senses my confusion. "I’m in love with you too," she confirms, just for my ears.
And I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t anymore. It's when I kiss her, so intensely and suddenly, that it takes her a few seconds to respond. Her soft lips form a sweet smile against mine, and I can't help but chuckle too, happy, content, all at once. She places her hands on my face, tenderly, and then winks at me. Her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks because of the rain.
"Come in, I don't want you to get sick from the cold," she invites me, pulling me in. Then she kisses me one more time.
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