My Lil Space

You got to know on the way by his brother that he's been doing a live. Which you could only watch some of it in the car before he ended it. But, you did hear about a lot from his brother which made you curious. He’d been free. A little reckless. Completely himself.

And you’d felt..proud.

It takes a certain kind of courage to let the world see you without polish.

You slip your shoes off and walk down the hallway, where you find your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen counter, hair falling into his eyes with a lazy grin as he talks into his phone.

Phone.

Did he start another live?

You’re almost certain you watched him end it.

He tilts his head back and laughs again, completely unaware of you standing there.

You move closer, as silent as you can.

“Babyyy.”

Fuck.

Your eyes snap to the phone in his hand.

Are millions of people losing their minds in the middle of the night as to whom jeon jungkook is calling baby?

You're so fucking not mentally prepared to get your relationship public, especially like this.

You dart sideways trying to duck behind the wall, anything. Your foot catches nothing and you stumble, hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the squeak.

“What are you doing?” he asks, confused at your reaction.

You mouth at him urgently, "Is it live?"

He exhales a laugh after realising. “Baby, relax,” he says, shaking his head, turning the phone for you to see the screen. “It’s Taehyung.” The relief that leaves your body is almost embarrassing.

It's funny how quickly he ends the call and his hands are on you so fast

- except nothing’s funny when he’s looking at you like that.

One arm hooks around your waist and yanks you in until you slam against his chest. The other hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as you feel the cold diamond rings against it.

He kisses you with all lips and tongue pushing in like he’s pissed he waited this long. He tastes like strong whiskey and something sweet. His lips feel hot, as he tries to taste every inch of the inside of your mouth in the messy makeout.

You gasp, trying to breath in just a second, hands flying up to his chest. You feel the way his abs flex when you grab fistfuls of his shirt. The hand on your jaw slides back, fingers tangling rough in your hair, tugging your head back so he can angle deeper. His tongue fucks against yours, slow and filthy now, matching the way his hips roll forward. You feel him hard, pressing right against your lower belly through the jeans.

His hand leaves your hair, sliding down over your hip as he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, pulling you up onto your toes so your core grinds right against his thigh. You can’t help the broken moan that slips out.

“Did you watch my live?”

Your knees wobble as he breaks the kiss to drag his open mouth down your jaw, teeth grazing with a bite, making you whimper.

“A little,” you murmur. “On the way here.”

“Oppa told me there's a high chance your company's gonna lose their mind after watching this live.”

He tch’s, tugging your bottom lip before letting go.

“Don’t care,” he mutters, hands sliding up under your hoodie, palms warm on your bare back. You're definitely more turned on by how unbothered he sounds. “Good,” you whisper back.

He doesn’t let the kiss break as he hooks one arm under your ass, the other around your back and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.

He walks you to his couch, groaning low into your mouth when you roll your hips without meaning to, chasing the friction where he’s already so fucking hard against you.

He drops down, hands everywhere at once-greedy and impatient. Rough palm dragging over and squeezing your breast. The other stays locked on your ass, guiding your hips to grind against his lap.

You’re both a mess already- sweaty, mouths never fully separating. His arm stretches behind you, fumbling blindly and when he brings it back, there’s a sticky-sweet lollipop pressing your bottom lip.

“Open.”

Your lips part as you wrap your mouth around it sucking around it slowly. Your eyes stay locked on his the whole time and his pupils darken instantly.

The hand on your breast tightens, thumb brushing rough over your nipple through your hoodie. You pull off with a wet pop while he snatches it back, shoving it straight into his own mouth.

You push both hands flat against his chest and slide off his lap as your knees hit the floor between his spread thighs. He widens his legs more, making room for you.

The obvious bulge strains against the zipper. You lean in pressing your palm flat over the length of him through the jeans which makes him hiss.

Your lips brushes the strip of bare skin right above his waistband where his shirt’s ridden up, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Your hand stays pressed on his cock, thumb dragging slow along the underside, teasing the ridge you can feel even through the fabric.

He groans, fingers threading rough into your hair as he curses under his breath, the lollipop clicking against his teeth when he bites down on it as you press harder.

“Keep teasing like that and I’m gonna come in these fucking pants before you even touch me properly.” His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging to make you look up at him.

You drag your tongue in a lazy line down toward the waistband. “Want me to stop?” you ask innocently, even as your fingers start working the button of his jeans.

He laughs almost angry. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He helps you remove it and brings them down until it’s bunched around his ankles. His cock springs free -thick, slapping up against the flat plane of his stomach with a wet smack, veins bulging along the shaft as the tip already leaks shiny bead of precum. Your thighs press together on instinct, trying to ease the sudden ache, but it only makes it worse.

He lets out a smug chuckle reaching down to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, giving it one lazy stroke.

You don’t make him wait as you lean in. One hand wraps around the base where his own just was.

He’s so thick your mouth waters instantly.

You place open-mouthed kiss right to the underside, tongue flicking out to trace the thick vein that runs from base to tip. “Don’t tease,” he warns, hand coming to the back of your head.

You open your mouth wider and take him in, swirling your tongue around the slit to lap up every drop leaking out. He groans, head falling back against the couch.

You sink down further, lips stretching around him, cheeks hollowing as you take more. Halfway down and he’s already hitting the back of your throat.

“Goddamn, baby,” he rasps, fingers tightening in your hair. “So fucking good. Take it all- yeah, fuck, just like that.”

You pull back with string of spit connects your lips to the head for a second before you dive back down, bobbing your head faster. Hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. He thrusts up into your mouth, fucking your face just enough to make your eyes water. “Look at me,” he growls.

You glance up through wet lashes. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “My good girl. Taking my cock so pretty.”

His fingers twist tighter in your hair, gathering it all in one rough fist at the back of your head. He slowly guides your mouth down further down a little. You gag a little.

Spit pools at the corners of your lips, dripping messy down your chin.

“Should I do another live, hmm?” his hips rocking a bit deeper.

“Let the whole fucking world see how my beautiful girl is on her knees for me,” he rasps, tugging your hair again to make you look up at him through blurry lashes. “How pretty you look choking on my cock. Letting everyone know I’m taken. You’re mine. I’m yours. Fuck—”

You can’t answer- mouth too full. Your core clenches so hard you almost whimper around him. You have no fucking idea what would actually happen if he actually did it. but right now the fantasy alone is enough to make you dizzy.

You pull off him with a gasp- needing air. Strings of spit connect your swollen lips to his glistening tip. You’re panting, chest heaving when you look up.

He’s got a phone in his free hand- camera pointed down at you. Oh my god-

“Jungko—”

You start to scramble back with wide eyes but his grip in your hair keeps you right there.

He chuckles at your cute freakout.

“Relax, baby,” he says, thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away a tear you didn’t even realize fell. “It’s for my eyes only.”

He guides you back down and you moan around his length involuntarily, the vibration making his hips jerk.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

You look up- straight into the lens, straight into him, mouth working harder. Jungkook's head tips back for a second before he looks down again.

“That’s it,” he praises, thumb stroking your cheek. “My good fucking girl." His thumb brushes your cheek, almost tender, even as his hips rock shallow into your mouth.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs with a wrecked voice. every word makes you clench around nothing.

“Gonna come—fuck, baby. Gonna fill that pretty mouth. Be my good girl and take it all?”

You hum around him. The phone lands somewhere on the couch while he places the lollipop back in the whiskey glass. Both hands in your hair now as his fists tighten around them.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—take it—”

He groans your name like a curse as he spills into your mouth and you swallow instinctively. You stay on your knees panting with lips swollen and shiny, chin messy with spit and him.

His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Come here.”

He hauls you up, wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him again. His mouth crashes into yours immediately- kissing you deep, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he mutters against your lips, hands already sliding under your hoodie, shoving it up. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants tugging impatiently. You stand up letting them down.

Before you get back to straddle him, he's flipping you around fast. Your back slams against his chest, ass settling right over his cock. His mouth latching onto the side of your throat, biting down hard enough to make you gasp.

His hand slides between your thighs. Fingers drag slow over the drenched swollen slit. You let out a broken whimper- hips twitching forward into his touch.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs against your neck.

You grind back pressing your ass against his cock, feeling him harden under you again. “No,” he growls, free hand clamping down on your hip to still you. “Need to prep you first, baby. Gonna hurt my girl if I don’t open you up nice.”

Whether drunk or sober, Jungkook has rarely fucked without prepping you, saying you'd get hurt otherwise, which you indeed can't deny because even after all these years you still haven't been accustomed to his size.

Two fingers slide through your folds, gathering all the wetness before pushing both at once.

You let a sharp moan. Your walls clench hard around the intrusion. “So wet, baby.”

He pumps his fingers fast, pressing right against that spot that makes your vision blur. “Jungkoo—” you gasp, head thrown back harder against his shoulder. He gladly sucks a fresh mark into your skin while his fingers fuck into you faster. His thumb finds your clit and your whole body jerks.

Your moans turn into his name- broken and desperate—as the orgasm crashes through you. Your thighs shake violently, hips jerking in uncontrollable little spasms against his palm.

His fingers keep moving gently as he places soft kisses on your shoulder, the side of your neck, then up to your jaw. “Shh, baby,” he murmurs between them, soothing even though he’s still knuckle-deep in you. “I’ve got you."

You’re twitching from the overstimulation, every nerve on fire. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist, fingers wrapping tight around it in a weak attempt to stop him.

You turn in his lap as his fingers slip out- arms looping around his neck for support.

His mouth never leaves you, soothing kisses trail everywhere- your collarbone, the hollow of your throat. One hand slides under the hem of your hoodie tugging it over your head. Your breasts spill free, nipples already hard and aching from everything.

Jungkook dips his head, mouth covering one instantly. Tongue flicks over the peak, then swirls slow circles that make your back arch. You moan needy- fingers flying up to fist in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your skin, hips rolling forward instinctively, grinding your still-sensitive core against his cock. He’s fully hard again now, thick and leaking against your thigh.

He switches to the other nipple—while one hand cups the first breast, thumb rolling over the swollen peak.

You moan while your fingers fumble at the buttons of his black shirt. Jungkook shrugs it off. Your hands immediately drags down his chest slow- tracing every ridge, every line of muscle, every coloured tattoos on his arm.

“Wanna ride you,” you breathe out the words for him.

“Yeah?” he leans back a little against the couch. His hands find your hips. “Go on, baby. Take what you want.”

Your fingers wrap around his base as you guide him right to your entrance. The head nudges your folds, before you start to sink down.

You both moan at the same time- broken sounds tangling together. it burns in the best way, filling you up inch by inch until your ass meets his thighs. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulders.

He rubs a soothing hand up your back down to your spine.

You take your sweet time adjusting to the feeling of him and find a rhythm. Jungkook’s head tips back against the couch. His hands always guiding you.

“Fuck—yeah, just like that,” he praises, voice rough. “Look at you riding me so pretty. My good girl."

You speed up even as your thighs feel burning, breasts bouncing with every movement; Jungkook leans forward to catch one in his mouth again, sucking hard while his hand slides around to grip your ass, spreading you open a little so he can thrust up to meet you.

“Goddamn, baby,” he growls against your nipple. “So tight.”

Your nails rake down his back, definitely leaving red lines over. He hisses, bucking up harder.

The couch creaks under you both, wet sounds mixing with your shared moans.

“Fuck—look at you, my love, my sweetheart.”

One thing you've come to known and loved all these years is that Jungkook is very vocal during sex. And loves to hear you as much. You clench around him at his praises. His mouth drags up your neck claiming you in all ways.

“All mine,” he mutters, hot breath fanning over your skin. “All fucking mine.”

“Speak to me, baby,” he growls biting down on your throat, as he marks you. His tongue soothes the sting right after.

Your head falls back, body trembling as you grind down harder. “Kook—” you gasp, voice cracking. “-yours. All yours. Only yours.”

“Good." His thumb finds your clit.

“Fuck—Jungkook—I'm-” you whimper, nails raking down his back.

He bites your earlobe as he whispers hot against it. “Come for me. Come all over me. Let me hear how much you love being mine.”

He thrusts sharper up into you, meeting every bounce, filling you over and over while his thumb doesn’t let up on your clit.

You moan his name like a prayer as the orgasm rips through you. He follows right after, chasing his own high as he fills you up.

You collapse forward, tears pricking your eyes as your forehead drops to his shoulder, body twitching with aftershocks.

Jungkook holds you tight against him, lips finding your temple, your cheek, your lips. One hand slides up your back, stroking you, while the other cups the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.

“Shh.” he whispers against your temple. “I’m here, baby.”

His hand keeps rubbing your back, warm palm sliding up and down.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. “Too much?”

You manage a small, shaky nod against his shoulder, nuzzling closer as your arms loop around his neck weakly.

He smiles against your hair. “Love you so fucking much. You know that, right?"

He keeps whispering sweet nothings while his hands never stop moving. Your head is tucked under his chin, cheek pressed to the warm skin of his chest. His cock is still inside you- soft now, but he hasn’t made any move to pull out, and neither have you.

“Baby,” he murmurs after a moment.

You hum lazily, nosing into the crook of his neck. “Mmm?”

"Don’t you think it’s time... we should.. you know. After the tour maybe. Make us public.”

You almost still at his words, lifting your head to look at him, to figure if he's drunk talking. but when his eyes meet yours, all you find is an honest confession.

He cups your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek so gently. “I don’t want us to be a secret anymore, y/n,” he says. “I want to love you in front of the whole world. Want to hold your hand when we walk somewhere. Want to kiss you whenever I feel like it. Want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”

You almost whisper out his name, “kook..”, barely there.

He mistakes the hesitation for doubt. His face falls a fraction.

“It’s okay if you don’t want it. I just… I don’t know. I… forget it, never mind—”

You stop him with a kiss- cutting off his ramble.

When you pull back, you keep your forehead pressed to his. “Jungkook,” you say softly. “I..I want it too.”

His eyes search yours. “But.." You swallow, trying to find the words. “I’m scared. It’s a big step.”

“I know, baby. I know,” his hand soothes down your waist. “But you’ve got me. I’m always here. We’ll do it together. Whatever happens, we face it together.”

His nose brushes yours. “I don’t want fans to find out about us directly on our wedding day.”

You swear your heart has never flipped so bad. Heat floods your cheeks so fast you feel dizzy.

Of course, you've talked about the future before. Half-asleep cute whispers about houses, kids, growing old together. Beautiful, dreamy talks.

But bringing up “the wedding” talk in a serious conversation hasn't happened before. and It’s doing things to you. Your eyes sting, feeling overwhelmed from so many ways.

His lips find your cheek as he speaks against it. “What, you don’t want to marry me?”

You swat his chest lightly at his obvious teasing and immediately bury your face in the crook of his neck again, hiding the heat in your cheeks. He chuckles as his arms tighten around you.

One day soon- he thinks.

He’s gonna do it.

Tell the world he’s in love. that he's drowned in love. In you.

Tell them you’re his.

He’ll get to hold you in public. Post a photo of your intertwined fingers.

and kiss you whenever he wants to.

He’ll get to love you out loud.

Soon.

Jungkook presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

He means it.