One More Time by @cupidsbling (Jungkook x reader) - girl dad Jk Iâm weakkkk no but this was the first fic I read when I was getting back into Tumblr fics and itâs so wholesome but also has good smut! The best of both worlds đđ my bsf has heard me talk abt this fic so many times ik shes tired of it lmfao
Temptress by @matchastwb (Jungkook x reader) - Brothers best friend au gets it every damn time đ I love this fic sm I think about it every single time I see the pics from kookâs golden photoshoot- they also have a pt 2 to this and its amazing aswell!
Girls on Film by @merakoo (Jungkook x reader) - This one is on the shorter side but trust it's so gooood!! Love a sweet soft dom Jk of course đ
Heat After Dark by @divinelyparkjimin (Taehyung x reader) - once again, brothers best friend au đ I adore this fic its so lighthearted but the tension is đĽđĽ read this one with my bsf and we both geeked out
Irreconciable Differences by @wintrbears (Jungkook/Namjoon x reader) - OMG one of my favs!! Namkook supremacy ofc but also yearning Jkkkkkkk 𤤠theres also a pt 2 so read that too:))
Boyfriend Hotline by @matchastwb (Jungkook x reader) - This is one of my fav series atm and I am SO excited to see what happens!! Not all parts are out but that just gives you something to look forward to! <3đ
Bad Habits by @words-in-purple (Jungkook x reader) - Donât even get me started on nurse Jungkook omfg?!?! I knew I was going to love this by the desc and ofc I did đ must read!!
See You Like That by @littlemisskookie (Jungkook x reader) - Holy actual fuck this is disgusting and I loved every bit of it. This idea was so creative too?? đ¤Ż
Apologise First by @cupidsbling (Jungkook x reader) - ???SO GOOD???? I liveeee for mutual pining sooo this was fire, also nobody writes soft jk better than @cupidsbling idc if im glazing đ
Extra Credit by @gguksprincess (Jungkook x reader) - broâŚprofessor Jeon𤤠uhmm I need him in this fic omg its so good!!
Sugar Talking by @inthelow (Taehyung x reader) - this fic is so good and its nastyyyyy đ but donât even get me started on the pt 2 its even nastier and I love it so much
No Warranty by @dreamersparacosm (Jungkook x reader) - oh my god. This is so fucking good its insane. MECHANIC JK?! đ¤¤đ I love love love the concept of spoiled rich girl reader also!!
Viewing Pleasure by @littlemisskookie (Jungkook x reader) - THIS FIC. this is my roman empire and one of my fav fics of everrrr?? Camboy Jk is insane and the sexual tension is CRAZY!! đđ (literally canât stress this enough you HAVE to readddd)
Tread Lightly by @pjminii (Jungkook x reader) - I need to touch grass over this fic Iâm literally hung up on it like what?? IT'S SO GOOD!! Switch Jk đ
Anywayssss Iâve never really made one of these before and I donât ever post on here lol I just reblog :P but I thought it would be fun!! I love all these fics smmm!! Literally all of these are Jk but two đ Obviously there are many more iâve loved but these are my favs as of late:))) đđđ
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i need jungkook x reader love island aus on the table by 9:00 PM PDT TOMORROW with lots of drama flirting a bit of angst and sex in a room full of other islanders or i might have to make my drabble debut immediately Please speed i need this
You and Jungkook are a pair made in hell heaven â you're both stupidly obsessed, crazy and extremely desperate for one another. Being broken up for five months does not stop the both of you from being in each other's lives â whether it's spending quality time, sabotaging each other's dates or even making love...
genre â crazy exes au, SMUT, fluff, rom-comÂż
pairing â ex boyfriend jungkook x female reader.
warnings â gulp, I'm walking on thin ice so I'm going to mention a few. y/n and jk are crazy (in a kinda cute way), they're EXTREMELY obsessed with each other, they're both very possessive and jealous (jk is more), oral (both receiving), fingering, titty worship, multiple os, a lot of cracking. (more will be mentioned).
note â just posting my wips to motivate myself to work on them faster lol. lmk if you wanna be tagged in this one, pookiesđЎ
as your boyfriend hungrily makes the most passionate love to you, you soon come to the realisation that it's his trouble-making twin brother instead â the 'bad boy' who intrigues you more than anything, the one who often corrupts your thoughts â the man who secretly obsesses over you.
genre â secret pining au, angst, fluff, smut.
pairing â bf's twin brother jungkook x fem reader.
warnings â oc's boyfriend is a dick, cheating, jk is secretly obsessed with oc and a little pervy, explicit language, mentions of intimacy between oc and her boyfriend, a lot of smut between oc and jk (will add specific details in the chapter)
note â had 1k words of this in my drafts for over a year, but after reading and OBSESSING over @wintrbears The wife Trap, I've been extremely motivated finish it up hehe. (thank you for beautiful story and some inspiration, queen!!!)
lmk if anyone wants to be tagged. will post this lil oneshot next month!!
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summary: âwanna play with you,â the first time he said it, you were only a little girl... sitting on the floor with your barbies and dinosaurs, eyes lighting up because jungkook finally chose you over his legosâ you didnât know you would hear those same words again⌠years later, under the dim lights of your childhood bedroom, his fingers tracing against your clothed pussy.
warnings: nerd dom!jungkook x cute shy reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, sloppy pussy eating, lots of spitting, jk wore his nerd glasses during sex, edging, dom/sub dynamic, jk inhales her pussy, heavy sexual tension, jk is very whipped, very filthy sexual desires, playful degradation, he fucks her in her childhood bedroom, mock sympathy, spitting in mouth, condescending dirty talk, multiple positions, jk likes to mock you during sex, nipple play, sloppy blow job, usage of whore and slut, praising, cum eating, detailed m. masturbation, mouth covering, choking, panty stuffing on mouth, fingers on mouth, mirror sex, lots of tongue sucking, he taste his own cum against her mouth, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie.
Blueberry cheesecake, the sweet and sour flavor that melts on your tongue⌠your favorite cake, the one Jungkook gets for you every birthday without fail, because he memorized your order long before he memorized his own.
Pastel pink, the soft girly color that clings to every part of you. Your clothes, your bedsheets, your hair clips, every little thing you own carries a touch of pink somewhere. Whenever Jungkook spots the shade in public, his thoughts find their way back to you.
Romantic novels, anything that leaves your heart racing and your feet kicking against your mattress. Jungkook always finds himself wandering into bookstores because of you, scanning shelves for stories he thinks you would like, only to end up buying more books than he originally planned.
Makeup, oh you love makeup. Pink glitter brushed over your eyelids, glossy lips shining beneath the light, sparkly blush dusted across your cheeks. Jungkook swears he finds traces of your glitter everywhere⌠on his hoodies, on his fingertips, sometimes even on his face after you hug him too close.
Vanilla oatmilk latte, the coffee you order every single morning before school. Jungkook learned how to make it himself after watching you drink it so often, memorizing the exact measurements because you love them.
Powder cologne, soft, delicate and comforting. A scent Jungkook knows too well, one that settles into his hoodies whenever you steal them, one that drives him crazy whenever you lean too close without realizing what youâre doing to him.
Countless things.Â
Your habits, your favorite foods, the songs you replay until you get sick of them, your random mood swings, your little mannerisms, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard, the way you avoid eye contact whenever you lie.Â
As your childhood best friend, Jungkook almost knows you better than you know yourself.
You were seven when you first met him, while Jungkook was already twelve.
Your mothers were close friends, living in the same village with houses only a few blocks apart. The first time your mother introduced you to Jungkook and his parents, you were painfully shy. Tiny hands clutching your barbie doll against your chest, pink shoes tapping nervously against the floor, you hid halfway behind your motherâs leg while peeking at him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, only looked at you with indifference.Â
He had been building legos upstairs before his mother called him down to greet the guests, and judging by the slight furrow between his brows, he was more irritated about being interrupted than interested in meeting you.Â
Dressed in a baby blue jumper, he looked like a tiny builder himself, big round eyes already drifting elsewhere as if he couldnât wait to go back to his room.Â
You were an only child, and so was he, which was exactly why your parents thought the two of you would get along perfectly. They insisted you become playmates, excited over the idea of their children growing up together.
The problem was that the two of you liked completely different things.
You wanted barbie dolls, toy kitchens, dollhouses and tea parties.Â
Jungkook liked legos, robots, mini cars and toy dinosaurs.
So sitting inside Jungkookâs bedroom for the first time felt painfully awkward. Your mothers stayed downstairs, happily chatting over coffee while the two of you remained trapped upstairs in complete silence.Â
You sat on a small soccer-ball bean bag, clutching your barbie tightly in your lap, glossy eyes wandering around his room filled with boyish toys and shelves crowded with action figures. Your pink glittery dress looked so out of place, matching the headband resting neatly in your hair and the tiny dress your barbie wore.
This was not your kind of playtime.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sat at his tiny blue table, completely focused on stacking legos together like you didnât exist. His brows pinched together in concentration, lips slightly puffed out as he connected the pieces one by one, so serious for a twelve-year-old boy.
You stayed quiet for nearly fifteen minutes, too shy to disturb him despite desperately wanting someone to play with. But as the minutes dragged on, boredom slowly began to creep in. You carefully stood from the bean bag and walked towards him, still hugging your barbie doll against your chest.
âC-Can I join?â you asked softly, curiously staring down at the colorful legos despite not understanding what he was even trying to build.
Jungkook glanced up at you, brows furrowing immediately.
âNo,â he dismissed flatly before returning to his legos again.
Jungkook was serious about legos. His playtime revolved entirely around building them, fingers busy connecting tiny pieces together for hours without getting bored. Before that, he had been obsessed with dinosaurs, carrying them everywhere around the house, but eventually he discovered a new fixation. He realized he liked building things. Finishing a set only to display it proudly in his room like a trophy.
You pouted beside him. âDo you have barbies?â
Jungkook frowned immediately, glancing between you and the barbie doll smiling brightly in your hands as if the question itself offended him.
âNo,â he said bluntly. âBut I have dinosaurs.â
Maybe it was a strange combination.
You were sitting on the soft floor mat with barbie dolls while dinosaurs surrounded them like predators.
He only let you borrow the dinosaurs to keep you occupied enough not to disturb him while he played.
Still, you were entertained.
Cute little noises left your mouth as you imitated roaring dinosaurs and dramatic barbie voices, completely immersed in your own little world. Your giggles often filled the room while Jungkook remained focused on his legos, though sometimes his eyes would flicker towards you for a second before returning to his build.
And somehow, it became a routine.
Every Saturday, your mother would bring you over to Jungkookâs house⌠excitement would bubble inside you the moment you stepped through the front door because it meant running upstairs to his room again. By then, you already expected the sight waiting for you.
Jungkook sitting in his usual spot near the little blue table, focused on a brand new lego set.
And the dinosaurs already arranged neatly on the floor mat for you.
The two of you barely talked. But neither of you minded.Â
At your age, all that mattered was having toys to play with. While for Jungkook, happiness meant building something piece by piece until it was complete.
So every weekend, you would bring over a handful of barbies for the dinosaurs to chase around while Jungkook built something different each week.Â
Sometimes it was a car. Sometimes a house. Sometimes an entire little town slowly formed beneath his careful little hands.
It was one quiet afternoon when you finally decided to talk to him properly.
You had just entered his room, wearing your usual pink puffy dress with your hair tied into cute pigtails. After setting down your backpack filled with barbie dolls beside the bean bag, your eyes immediately landed on a brand-new set of dinosaurs arranged carefully across the floor mat.
Your eyes widened. âNew dinosaurs!â you exclaimed excitedly, small hands already grabbing one of the unfamiliar dinosaurs to inspect it closer.
Across the room, Jungkook looked up from his lego table. His hands paused mid-build the moment he saw your expression. Your wide sparkling eyes, your bright smile, the way your excitement completely lit up your face over something as simple as mini dinosaurs.
For a second, he only stared. Then he quickly looked back down at his legos with a small pout tugging at his lips.
âM-Me and my mom went toy shopping for a new lego set,â he mumbled. âI saw a new edition of dinosaurs.â
A soft giggle escaped you as you hurried towards his table, clutching the dinosaurs tightly in your small hands. âReally?â you asked happily. âI thought you didnât play with dinosaurs anymore?â
Jungkook glanced at you from the corner of his eye, slightly distracted by how close you suddenly were to him.
âYeah,â he muttered quietly. âBut you like them.â
He almost fell from his seat when you suddenly crouched down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a sweet habit of yours whenever your parents did something for you.
âThank you, Koo!â you giggled, hopping back towards the soft mat while Jungkook remained completely stunned.
Slowly, heat crept across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. His boba eyes wide and sparkly like a candy was given to him. His cute brows furrowed, and when he picked up a lego block⌠all he could think about was your cute smile and soft kiss.
At first, you truly thought you and Jungkook would never become close.
He was too quiet, too focused on his own little world of legos and building sets while you lived inside glittery barbie dream houses and dramatic dinosaur adventures. But as the months slowly passed, you found yourself growing fond of him. And somehow, Jungkook slowly grew fond of you too.
The distance between the two of you became smaller little by little.Â
From sitting separately in silence, you were now beside him at his table helping him build lego sets together, your tiny fingers handing him blocks while he taught you where they belonged. It felt almost special, like Jungkook had finally lowered the invisible walls around himself enough to let you into his space.
Quietly, you started wondering if maybe one dayâŚhe would want to play barbies and dinosaurs with you too.Â
âA brachiosaurus!â you gasped happily, excited when you realized what the two of you were building together.
Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to tug at his lips, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slowly turning red.
"Y-You like it?'' he said in a small voice.
You nodded happily, eyes sparkling as you held up the long-necked lego dinosaur.Â
Jungkook smiled, unconsciously leaning closer, his cute bunny teeth showing as he made a mental note to buy more lego dinosaurs for you.
As the weeks passed, moments like those became more common. Then one Saturday, your tiny dream finally came true.
âHi, Koo!â you greeted softly after entering his room, only to freeze slightly when you noticed his lego table untouched for once.
Instead, Jungkook was crouched beside the floor mat near the dinosaurs.
Your eyes widened.
âWanna play with you,â he said with a shy smile, as he held a few dinosaurs in his tiny hands.
For months, you played alone while he focused on his lego sets.Â
The first time he finally let you help him build one, you were so happy that you started looking forward to every new set the two of you would make together.
It quickly became your favorite part of visiting him.
So seeing him willingly sit beside you now⌠actually wanting to play with your barbies and dinosaurs instead of his beloved legosâmade excitement bubble in your chest.
It felt special, like he was stepping into your world the same way he had once invited you into his.
âO-Okay,â you said excitedly. âYou can be the spinosaurus and Iâll be barbie.â
Your small hands shakily arranged the dinosaurs into a circle while Jungkook quietly watched you.
And the truth was, for the past few months, Jungkook had already been watching you more than he should.
Whenever you werenât looking, his eyes would drift away from his legos just to watch you playing on the mat by yourself. Your cute little dinosaur noises, your giggles, the way you became completely immersed in your stories somehow made him happier than finishing any lego set ever could.
Sometimes he took days to finish builds that normally only needed hours, just because he kept getting distracted by you.
And whenever you paused your playing to look over at him with one of your cutest smiles, his chest would start beating strangely fast.
A small, innocent crush began to bloom in the little boy whose heart had only been filled with lego blocksâthe very first piece quietly clicking into place inside him, setting the shape of something he didnât yet understand.
At the age of eight and thirteen, the two of you became inseparable.Â
Whenever your mother got too busy with work, you would immediately beg her to drop you off at Jungkookâs house instead of leaving you home alone, and eventually it became normal for you to spend almost every weekend there. Your mothers didnât even question it anymore. If you disappeared, they already knew you were upstairs in Jungkookâs room.
And somewhere along the years, you got to know him better. Jungkook only looked snobbish at first glance. Quiet, a little intimidating, always serious whenever he focused on something. But once someone truly got close to him, they would realize how sweet he actually was.
Especially with you.
As your friendship grew, so did the amount of time you spent together. Before long, sleepovers became common too.
The two of you would lie beside each other beneath the blankets, talking about random things for hours instead of sleeping. Sometimes you hid underneath the covers with a flashlight between you, pretending you were camping in the middle of a forest while whispering ghost stories and silly secrets to each other.
Jungkook would pull you close while you giggled uncontrollably, pressing playful kisses against your cheeks before dramatically pretending to die in your arms whenever you hugged him too tightly.Â
âI like the stars on your ceiling,â you murmured sleepily one night, while lying beside him on his bed. âMine is just plain pink.â
Tonight was another sleepover. Your sleepy eyes struggled to stay open because you wanted to spend more time with him before falling asleep. The two of you were even wearing matching pajamas, yours covered in tiny pink hearts while his had blue ones, a matching set you had begged your mother to buy days before the sleepover.
Jungkook turned his head towards you, smiling softly when he noticed your eyes slowly drooping shut.
âYouâre sleepy,â he giggled, poking your cheek gently with his finger when your eyes closed for a second too long.
You immediately pouted at him. âAm not,â you mumbled stubbornly. âWe still have to play camping later, Koo.â
Playing camping beneath the covers with a flashlight was one of your favorite bedtime routines together, but tonight exhaustion was beginning to betray you. School had drained you completely, your body heavy against the mattress no matter how much you tried to stay awake.
Jungkook's lips curled into a small smirk, an evil little prank brewing in the back of his mind.
With a mischievous grin, he suddenly grabbed his throat dramatically, choking and panting before going completely still on the bed, eyes shut and tongue sticking out slightly like a fish⌠as if he had died.
âI think it would look cute to have planets too, what do you thinâKoo?âÂ
The drowsiness vanished from your body the moment your eyes landed on him⌠frozen beside you.
âKoo?â you whispered, sleepy brows furrowing.
When he didn't move, panic bloomed instantly in your chest.
You sat up so fast the blankets tangled around your legs, tiny hands immediately grabbing his shoulders as you shook him desperately.
âKoo! Wake up, Koo!â you panicked.
Your glossy eyes widened further when he refused to move, his face still scrunched into that horrible dead fish expression. Heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, trying to wake him up while tears quickly gathered in your eyes.
âBoo! I got youââ His laughter stopped halfway when he saw your face. Fat tears rolled down your flushed cheeks while you stared at him in genuine fear.
A soft sob escaped your lips. âT-Thatâs, thatâs not funny,â you sniffled quietly. âI thought you were dead!â
Jungkook instantly softened. Though he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at how adorable you looked.
âAww, baby...â he chuckled softly, opening his arms for you. âCome here.â
He always called you his baby. Partly because you were younger than him, but mostly because you acted like his cute little girl half the time, clinging onto him whenever you got scared or upset.
When you glared at him through your tears, he only chuckled quietly instead of feeling guilty. Seeing your pouty face, your sleepy swollen eyes and pink cheeks somehow made his chest feel weirdly warm.
It made him want to hug you forever.
Jungkook moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your smaller body until your back rested against his chest. His laughter became softer when he caught your deadly glare again, leaning closer just to press a small apologetic kiss against your cheek.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, peeking at your face with the cutest pout.
When you still didnât answer, he immediately resorted to the one thing he knew you could never say no to.
âHmm, do you want some ice cream?â he whispered beside your ear, wiggling his brows playfully. âMom bought some earlier.â
You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be upset while staring down at his hands tracing little circles against your palm.
Then your pout slowly weakened. âOkay,â you mumbled. âWhat flavor?â
Jungkook grinned immediately, bunny teeth appearing the second you gave in. He always knew how to melt your heart. Always knew exactly how to make you smile again.
And just like you spent countless days at his house, Jungkook spent plenty of time at yours too.
The first time he stepped inside your room, he looked completely stunned by the overwhelming amount of pink surrounding him.
Pink walls, pink blankets, shelves lined with barbie dolls, and plushies piled so high on your bed that there was barely any room left to sleep. Even the little lamp on your bedside table was dusted with glitter.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stood in the middle of it all, clutching a backpack filled with toy dinosaurs and looking painfully out of place in your princess-like bedroom. His usual blue jumper was the only thing that didn't blend into the sea of pink.
During sleepovers, you would force him to hug one of your teddy bears while you cuddled your favorite bunny plushie against your chest, proudly telling him it reminded you of him. Jungkook would always pout whenever you said that, his nose scrunching at the sight of you kissing the bunny.
Quietly, somewhere inside his heart, another tiny lego piece snapped into place whenever he watched you hold that bunny so tightly.
Most nights, neither of you slept early anyway. Your mother would occasionally scold the two of you after hearing nonstop giggles coming from your room late at night, the sound muffled beneath blankets while you whispered stories to each other instead of sleeping like you were supposed to.
You and Jungkook were always entertained by each otherâs presence. And as the years slowly passed, both of you began to change. Your hobbies evolved just as naturally as you grew older together.
Jungkook slowly drifted away from legos and video games, while you traded barbie dolls and dress-up games for makeup and novels.
It wasn't surprising when Jungkook pursued engineering. He had always loved building things, ever since he was a little boyâŚcarefully connecting blocks together at his tiny blue table.
The rooms that once overflowed with toys changed too.
Jungkookâs room became crowded with sketches, papers, blueprints and a laptop constantly left open on his desk. While your room transformed from shelves of dolls into a vanity covered with makeup, skincare products, perfumes and stacks of romance novels scattered across every surface.
And by the time you were eighteen and Jungkook was twenty-three, something between the two of you had quietly shifted.
Jungkook became protective over you in a way he never was before. Maybe it was because you were no longer the tiny little girl who followed him around with barbie dolls clutched in your hands.
Your cute colorful headbands became dainty little hair clips. Puffy dresses turned into soft sundresses that showed off the softness of your legs, always paired with small heels that made you look older than he was prepared for. Even your eyes had changed. Still sparkly and sweet, but now carrying a teasing playfulness beneath them. A bratty little glint that appeared whenever you wanted something.
But despite everything changing, some things about you stayed exactly the same.
You still hugged him constantly. Still kissed his cheeks whenever he did something sweet for you. Still clung onto his arm whenever you got excited over something small.
To you, those gestures were innocent, familiar, and natural.
But for Jungkook, they no longer felt innocent at all.Â
Somewhere throughout the years, your harmless affection had started affecting him differently.
A simple kiss against his cheek suddenly made heat spread through his body in ways that felt wrong to him. Your random hugs made his muscles tense instantly, his breath hitching whenever you pressed your soft chest against him, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
And whenever you played with his hair while sitting a little too close beside him, or wore those cute little sundresses that clung softly to your curves and showed off your legs, Jungkook would find himself swallowing hard, his adamâs apple bobbing as he tried to ignore the strange tightness spreading through his pants.
You were still the same sweet little girl. But Jungkook was no longer looking at you the same anymore.Â
The lego pieces inside his heart were stacking faster now, building into something so deep and overwhelming that even he could no longer keep track of it.
âWhatâs cuter, this one⌠or this one?â you asked, holding up two dresses for Jungkook to see.
Today, the two of you were spending the day at the mall. After having lunch at your favorite restaurant, you immediately dragged Jungkook into a boutique, eager to shop for new dressesâyour latest obsession.
Jungkook tilted his head, âThe pink one,âÂ
âI know! Okay, Iâll get this.â you smiled brightly.
By the time you finished shopping, you had already bought three more dresses from the boutique alone. Meanwhile, Jungkook sat patiently on the couch outside the fitting rooms, paper bags hanging from both of his hands while he waited for you without a single complaint.
When you finally turned to look at him after paying, your expression softened slightly. His head rested against the couch, eyes closed as if he had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you.
He looked exhausted. Lately, Jungkook had been reviewing nonstop for his engineering board exam, barely getting enough sleep between studying and helping around the house.Â
You were still in college, while Jungkook was already preparing for the next stage of his life.
It made you a little sad sometimes.
Weekends had become your favorite days because those were the only times he was fully free for you anymore.
You quietly sat beside him, and the moment the cushion dipped, Jungkookâs eyes immediately opened.
âYou done, baby?â he asked softly, still half sleepy while instinctively reaching for your shopping bags to carry them himself.
You pouted⌠he looked so tiredâwearing a black shirt that was a bit wrinkled from the day, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose and his hair a little disheveled. He still looked utterly handsome.
Without thinking much about it, you scooted a little closer to him. His brows furrowed immediately as your soft, powdery scent wrapped around him.
âYup!â you smiled softly while fixing his slightly messy hair. âLetâs go home.â
His lips twitched. âThought you wanted to visit the bookstore after this?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo, wanna rest.â Your voice turned softer. âLetâs take a nap at your house?â
Jungkookâs jaw immediately tensed. His tongue briefly swiped across his lower lip before he looked away for a second, something unreadable flickering across his face as he tried to gather himself together.Â
âHmmâŚâ he bit his lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes staring back at you. âYouâll go home after, okay?â he said, his voice coming out raspier than intended. âI still need to finish some reading, baby.â
A small sigh of relief escaped him when you nodded innocently. You never really noticed the change in him.
To you, Jungkook was only becoming busier as he got older. You didnât notice how quickly he started declining sleepovers once his feelings for you began changing into something deeper.Â
He spent most nights trying to break the blocks apartâconvincing himself it was wrong to think about you that way, trying to shatter the lego pieces inside his heart that kept snapping back together every single time he looked at you.
But he was failing, miserably. The little boy who was so good at building legos cannot break his own blocks apart.
Jungkook learned how to make the perfect vanilla oatmilk latte simply because you loved drinking them every morning.Â
He once rushed across three different bakeries just to buy blueberry cheesecake after hearing you complain over accidentally receiving strawberry cheesecake instead.
He started buying powdery perfumes, candles and diffusers whenever he saw them because every scent reminded him of you. He even found himself wandering through makeup stores looking at glittery products because your eyes always lit up whenever something sparkled.
You wanted something? He gave it to you.Â
Almost every single time.
Still, he buried his feelings carefully beneath years of friendship because the last thing he wanted was to ruin what the two of you already had.Â
He tried to stay close without wanting too much. Tried to act normal despite the growing warmth that spread through his chest and cock whenever you touched him carelessly. Tried to ignore the dangerous thoughts beginning to bloom inside his mind whenever you leaned too close, smiled too sweetly or hugged him for too long.
And some days, Jungkook truly thought he was doing a good job at hiding it.
âBut Koo, I missed youâŚâ
You followed Jungkook around the kitchen with a pout, trailing behind him like a lost puppy while he tried to ignore the way your voice instantly weakened his resolve.
It was summer break, and all you wanted was a sleepover.
Lately, Jungkook has been declining every single time you asked.
At first, you tried to understand. He was busy drowning himself in thick engineering books and endless papers for the upcoming board exams. But eventually, even weekends became off limits, which felt strange because Jungkook had always found a way to make time for you no matter how busy he was.
âBaby, I have some reading to do,â Jungkook said slowly while grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.
You groaned dramatically, folding your arms while leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes following his every movement as he prepared coffee for the two of you.
One black. One vanilla oatmilk latte.Â
âI wonât disturb you,â you insisted stubbornly. âPromise Iâll behave!â You whined softly, stepping closer before lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.Â
Itâs not like you would stop him from reading, you just wanted to be around him.
Jungkook sighed deeply before finally turning to look at you properly. âI really canât, babyâŚpromise Iâll make it up to you, okay?â
Your pout deepened immediately, heart slightly breaking when you saw his brows furrowing at you.
With a defeated sigh, you gave him a small nod. âAlright.âÂ
The second your shoulders dropped sadly, Jungkookâs grip unconsciously tightened around the milk carton in his hands.
His eyes lingered on your face, a tiny pout forming on your lips as disappointment clouded your sparkling eyes.
God, it almost made him give in immediately.
The last sleepover had nearly cost him his patience. That night, he forced himself to stay awake, reading until sunrise just to avoid looking at you too much while you slept in his bed. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the words in front of him, his eyes kept drifting back to you.
Your soft body was sprawled across his mattress, your pretty face nestled against his pillows, your hair fanned out messily like a constant temptation pulling at him.
The next morning, you were disappointed to find him asleep on the couch. You assumed he had stayed up late reading and eventually drifted off there, too exhausted to make it back to bed.
In reality, he had locked himself in the bathroom, guiltily jerking his aching cock before the temptation of sharing a bed with you became too much to bear.
âBabyâŚâ Jungkook said slowly, voice rough from exhaustion as he lowered the teaspoon and carton of milk onto the counter.
You pouted. âIf you donât want me sleeping over, then can I at least visit you every day?â you asked softly. âI really, really miss you, Koo. I donât have school anymore and I miss coming here.â
Jungkook closed his eyes briefly at your words. The urge to take back what he said just to see your pretty smile again was strong.
But no.Â
Another sleepover meant another guilty night spent in bed, every time he can still smell your scent on his sheets, his hand would wrapped around his throbbing cock, burying his nose against the pillow because it smelled like you, his cock leaking whenever he recalls how your sleepwear would rise up every time you moved around his bed.
It made him so guilty, but it was better than corrupting you.
âAlright,â he finally sighed in defeat. âBut I come home late these days, baby⌠you know that.â He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.Â
Lately, Jungkook practically lived in the library. He spent most nights surrounded by thick books, highlighters scattered across tables while he studied until sunrise just to become the best engineer he could possibly be. Everyone around him already knew how hardworking he was.
And you knew it better than anyone. That was why your chest softened instead of growing upset.
You missed him terribly, missed the days when the two of you spent almost every second together without responsibilities pulling him away from you. But at the same time, you never wanted to become a distraction standing between Jungkook and his dreams.
You had always supported him. Always believed in him. And the last thing you wanted was to become the reason he couldnât reach the future he worked so hard for.
You smiled immediately, happiness softening your features now that he wasnât completely stopping you from visiting him every day.
âOkay, Koo. Thatâs fine!â you chirped happily. âIâm visiting Mama Jeon too, you know!â
Jungkook chuckled softly at your playful tone, warmth spreading quietly through his chest now that your pout had finally disappeared.
Sometimes Jungkook genuinely feared he would eventually cross boundaries he shouldnât⌠just to keep you happy.
And honestly, maybe he already was. Because after that conversation, you truly didnât miss a single day at the Jeon's house during summer.
Some days you baked desserts in the kitchen while laughing with Mrs. Jeon. Other days you helped water flowers in the garden beneath the afternoon sun, your sundress swaying gently while dirt stained your fingertips. Sometimes you stayed quietly in Jungkookâs room, reading books while waiting for him until sunset painted the windows orange.
And every evening, Jungkook would come home to you waiting for him. A warm meal already prepared. Your bright smile greeting him at the door before he could even set his bag down.
Every single time, it made his heart feel unbearably full.Â
The sight of you peeking excitedly through the living room window the moment you spotted him outside. The way you lightly bounced on your feet before greeting him with a soft hug. The way you always asked him about his day first before talking about your own.
The way you asked what food he was craving just so you could attempt cooking it for him afterward.Â
The way you loved him through the smallest things without even realizing it.
And Jungkook kept falling deeper and deeper for you because of it.
âAre you gonna wait for Jungkook?â Mrs. Jeon asked one evening after finishing dinner. âYou sure you donât wanna eat first?â
You shook your head immediately. You always ate dinner with Jungkook.
He usually arrived home around five in the afternoon, which wasnât too late, so waiting for him became another small routine you loved. During weekends, he sometimes studied at home instead, filling the house with the sound of flipping pages and keyboard typing while you quietly stayed nearby.
Your Kookie was very smart and hardworking after all.
âOkay, sweetheart,â Mrs. Jeon smiled warmly while cleaning the table. âGood thing heâs been coming home early these days.â
Early?
Your brows furrowed immediately. âEarly?â you repeated slowly, leaning against the table in confusion. âIsnât that his normal schedule at the library?â
You knew Jungkookâs routine almost by heart, which was exactly why her words caught you off guard.
Mrs. Jeon nodded before taking a sip of water. âYes, that used to be his normal schedule,â she explained casually. âBut before summer started, he was staying until eight p.m because he wanted to aim for topnotcher.â
She laughed softly afterward, shaking her head fondly. âI kept telling him itâs okay even if he doesnât become one, but my son always wants to be the best at whatever he does.â
Your lips parted slightly, realization crashed into you all at once.Â
Jungkook had been coming home early because of you.
Because you said you missed him. Because you wanted to visit him every day.
Your chest tightened painfully, you hadnât realized his original study schedule changed at all. Hadnât realized Jungkook was cutting hours from his studying just so he could spend more time with you.
The realization made your heart ache in two completely different ways at once. Guilty. And terribly, terribly happy.
When Jungkook got home that evening, he expected you to greet him the same way you always did. A bright smile, soft eyes, your little footsteps rushing towards him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug that somehow always managed to melt the exhaustion off his body.Â
But the second he stepped inside and looked at you properly, he noticed it immediately. The smile on your lips looked smaller than usual, hesitant, not quite reaching your eyes. And Jungkook knew you too well not to notice.
âI cooked teriyaki chicken today,â you smiled softly, quickly turning away from him to open the lid of the food on the dining table. âMama Jeon loved it.â
Jungkook followed behind you quietly, his tired eyes never leaving your figure. You were about to grab a glass of water when his hand suddenly wrapped around your arm gently, stopping you in place.Â
âIs there something wrong?â he asked softly, brows furrowing with concern.Â
He was exhausted from studying all day, his navy green sweater slightly wrinkled, glasses a bit foggy, hair messy from constantly running his fingers through it. Yet the moment he sensed something was wrong with you, the exhaustion vanished beneath concern.
You shook your head quickly. âJustâŚâ Your voice trailed off when your eyes landed on the small paper bag hanging from his other hand. âW-Whatâs that?â
Jungkook glanced down at the bag before looking back at you carefully. âAre you okay, baby?â he asked again, quieter this time.
With shaky hands, you slowly reached for the paper bag in his hand.
Blueberry cheesecake.Â
Tears instantly welled in your eyes at the sight of it, your heart aching so badly it almost overwhelmed you.Â
âK-KooâŚâ your lips trembled softly as tears blurred your vision.
Jungkookâs eyes widened immediately. âHey, heyââ he quickly set the paper bag down before gently holding your arms, thumbs soothing over your skin.Â
âWhatâs wrong with my baby, hmm?â he whispered softly, crouching down so he could properly look at your face.
And God, he looked so handsome like this. Tired but still so soft for you.Â
His sleepy doe eyes behind his glasses, messy hair falling over his forehead, large hands holding you so carefully like you were something fragile enough to crack beneath his touch.Â
You lowered your gaze, lips forming into a pout. âY-You were coming home early for meâŚâ you whispered quietly, guilt curling painfully inside you. âYou donât have to do that, Koo.â
Jungkookâs thick brows furrowed deeply. âIs that why youâre crying?â
Avoiding his gaze, you nodded slowly while staring down at your own fingers. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before gently tilting your chin upward, forcing your eyes back to his. Amusement slowly softened his tired features despite the concern still lingering there.
âStop pouting.â he bit his lower lip, a low chuckle escaping beneath his breath as he listend to your tiny sniffles, almost relieved that his poor little baby was crying over something he didnât even consider serious.
âJungkook, Iâm serious,â you protested, weakly hitting his chest. âWeâre talking about your future here! Why would you do that?â
He caught your hand easily before you could hit him again, fingers wrapping around your fist while his thumb slowly traced circles against your skin. âYou donât need to worry about that,â he murmured softly. âI can handle my studies just fine, okay?â
You frowned harder instead. âBut youâre coming home early, Koo. How is that good?â
You tried hitting him again, but Jungkook only tightened his hold around your wrist, enough to stop you without hurting you.Â
He leaned closer, lowering his head until your faces were only inches apart, as if getting nearer would somehow make you understand him better.
âNeed to see my baby for motivation,â he admitted softly.
Your heartbeat stumbled violently inside your chest. Jungkook grabbed the paper bag again before carefully placing it into your hands. âSo I can work hard,â he continued quietly, eyes never leaving yours, âand buy you all the things and blueberry cheesecakes you want.â
Your eyes widened instantly, heat rushing across your cheeks and ears while your heart pounded so loudly it almost frightened you.Â
âDo you want that?â Jungkook asked gently, his eyes lowering to your quivering lips.
âO-Of course I do, but I swearââ
âThatâs all I needed to hear,â he interrupted quietly, like your answer alone was enough for him.Â
Enough to make every sacrifice worth it.
When uni started again, you still never missed the chance to visit Jungkook whenever school wasnât too hectic, and whenever days passed without seeing you, he would be the one visiting instead.Â
At first, you tried giving him space because of the boards, but Jungkook always insisted on meeting somehow. Like your presence alone kept him going. Like every sleepless night, every exhausting study session, and every struggle he endured became worth it the second he saw your smile waiting for him at the end of the day.Â
Only sleepovers of course is where he drawled the line.
Sometimes, while staring at blueprints and thick documents until dawn, Jungkook would imagine finally succeeding, finally becoming the best engineer he could be, earning enough money to spoil his baby with everything you wanted. And somehow, those thoughts alone were enough to keep him going.
At twenty-one and twenty-six, both of you had changed so much from the children you once were.Â
The boyish softness he used to carry had long disappeared, replaced by tattoos and piercings that contrasted almost unfairly against the intelligent image everyone had of him.Â
His once lean frame broadened into toned muscles that stretched beneath his shirts, shoulders wider now, veins more prominent across his hands and arms. The boy who once ate lollipops while building legos now smoked cigarettes absentmindedly after stressful nights at work.Â
And the engineering student who used to stay awake studying until sunrise had officially become the topnotcher everyone admired.
You still remembered the exact moment he first mentioned wanting his arms decorated. You used to tease him constantly for being such a nerd, especially with his glasses, organized notes and old obsession with building legos.Â
Which was exactly why you nearly choked in surprise the first time he casually mentioned wanting tattoos and piercings.
âHuh? Really?â you immediately sat up straighter from the picnic mat, staring at him with wide eyes.
The two of you were spending the afternoon at the park, sunlight pouring warmly across the grass while snacks and drinks were scattered around your little picnic setup. Jungkook looked unfairly handsome sitting there beneath the sun, sleeves pushed slightly upward, dark hair messy from the breeze, soft eyes following your every move.
âYeah,â he answered casually. âI also plan on getting piercings.â he tilted his head, waiting for your opinion.
âYou are not serious,â you gasped loudly, quickly scooting closer towards him in disbelief.
Jungkook glanced down instinctively the moment your body moved closer to his. You were wearing a short pastel sundress perfect for the sunny weather, your hair tied into a loose side braid while your glossy lips formed into the cutest pout he had ever seen.
He swallowed harshly before quickly looking away. Sometimes it genuinely amazed him how you could still sit this close to him so innocently while he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.
âAnd tattoos?â you continued dramatically, eyes sparkling with excitement now. âLike⌠what kind? This is bomb info, Koo. Thought you were too nerdy for that.â you teased.
The thing is, he never forgot that momentâthe time you were shopping for toys and spotted a limited-edition Ken doll with sleeve tattoos, immediately saying how good Ken would look beside Barbie. His little child mind, his wide doe eyes, quietly took that in and stored it somewhere deep.Â
And somewhere in that simple, fleeting comment, his stupid lego heart decided that when he grew up, he wanted tattoos too.
So Jungkook would look good beside his Y/N.
Jungkook pouted slightly at your teasing. âThought they looked pretty,â he admitted shyly. âI think I want my arms decorated.â
Your eyes widened immediately. âThatâs a baddie move right there!â you giggled.
Without hesitation, you grabbed his right arm excitedly, examining it carefully like you were already planning the tattoos yourself.Â
Jungkook stared down at your smaller hands wrapped around his arm, heart beating strangely harder inside his chest while your soft perfume drifted towards him beneath the warm summer air.
He bit his lower lip, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes. âYou think Iâll look good with them?â he drawled lazily.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. âCourse you will! Youâll be a baddie nerd,â you teased, fingers lightly grazing the muscles of his arm.
Jungkookâs eyes slowly softened at your touch, his gaze growing hazier by the second. Not because he was tired, but because you were intoxicating him again.Â
âStop calling me a nerd,â he groaned, though there wasnât a single ounce of annoyance in his voice. If anything, his tone sounded far too fond to be offended.
âYou are,â you giggled immediately, poking his cheek playfully. âYouâre so smart. My smart Koo.â
Before he could respond, you suddenly stole the glasses off his face, laughing to yourself while slipping them onto your own nose. The prescription immediately blurred your vision, making you squint dramatically while Jungkook stared at you in complete adoration.
âHello,â you mimicked in a deeper voice, trying to imitate him. âIâm Jungkook and I love math.â
You burst into laughter at your own joke while Jungkook only watched you. God, you looked so cute wearing his glasses.
âBaby, stop it,â he chuckled softly, finally reaching towards you to take them back.
You quickly leaned away from him with another laugh, refusing to give them up. Jungkook sighed through a smile before grabbing your waist without thinking, pulling you closer against him, wrapping his arms around your waist while you squealed in surprise.
âKoo!â you giggled loudly, twisting your body away so he couldnât reach your face. But in the motion, your neck tilted back, your throat exposed right in front of him.
His eyes narrowed, staring at the soft skin of your neck as he bit his lower lip hard, leaning in closer⌠his pointed nose slowly grazed your skin, his eyes fluttering shut.Â
Fuck.
âYou smell good,â he whispered, already distracted.
Since you and Jungkook were close, you didnât think much of it, still giggling as you tried to dodge him, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck. âKoo! That tickles.â
He was getting lost in it, inhaling your scent like he was getting addicted, his nose brushing down towards your collarbones.Â
You were moving too much, wriggling in his hold, but his hands on your waist only tightened. âStop moving,â he groaned, now pressing soft kisses along your throat, his nose burying deeper against your skin.
When a soft gasp escaped you, he stopped immediately, like heâd been pulled out of a trance. His jaw tensed as realization hit him, fear flickering across his expression at the thought that he might have made you uncomfortable.
But you were still oblivious, treating it like nothing more than a game so he wouldnât get his glasses back, unaware that his soft kisses had already crossed a lineâno longer innocent like the soft shallow kisses you shared when you were little.
âLetâs go home,â he suddenly muttered, gently pushing you away from him while clearing his throat.Â
âWhat?â your giggles slowly faded, confusion replacing the smile on your face. âWhy?â
You carefully removed his glasses from your face, leaning closer to place them back on him properly, but Jungkook instinctively moved back slightly before you could.
Your expression fell immediately.
âA-Are you mad?â you asked quietly, lips forming into a small frown.
Jungkook swallowed harshly at the sight. âIâm not,â he answered quickly, taking the glasses from your hands this time before putting them back on himself.
But your frown only deepened. âThen why do you suddenly wanna go home?â you asked, sadness creeping into your tone so naturally.
Jungkook nearly groaned out loud. He wanted to kiss you so bad.
Wanted to pin you down against the picnic mat beneath the warm sunlight and lose himself completely in you. His body was reacting so badly to you that it was becoming painful to sit this close without crossing boundaries he had no right crossing.
Still, even while it was slowly killing him, Jungkook reached for your hand again. His thumb traced slow circles against the back of your palm, the familiar motion instantly soothing you the way it always did.
âI donât,â he sighed quietly. âI just-âÂ
âDonât be mad, Koo⌠please?â you murmured softly, tilting your head slightly to peek at his face while your eyes stayed focused on his hands holding yours.
Fuck. He was so hard.
âIâm not,â he groaned, trying to smile at you despite the chaos inside him. âYou know I wonât get mad at my baby.â
Piercings and tattoos suited Jungkook almost unfairly well. He looked more manly now, sharper in a way that made people stare a second too long without realizing it.Â
The ink on his right arm wrapped around his skin like it had always belonged there, and the silver piercings he wore caught the light whenever he moved, subtle flashes that only made his presence more noticeable. The lip ring sat against his lower lip in a way that somehow emphasized his natural pout, softening the intensity of his face just enough to be dangerous. And yet, despite all of it, he still wore his glasses when he needed to work, the familiar frames making him look serious and composed while his eyes still carried the same quiet shine they always had when you were kids.
After passing the boards, everything had changed quickly for him. Phone calls from companies came one after another, clients stacking up so fast it barely gave him time to breathe. Within a short span of time, Jungkook had saved enough to buy a brand new house for his parents, choosing to live alone in his childhood home afterward.Â
It was almost ironic, how the boy who once built lego structures on a small table was now designing real ones for a living, turning imagination into something tangible and permanent.
Not realizing he wasnât just building things with his handsâbut quietly building a lego heart of his own while watching you grow, piece by piece, until you became the only design that ever made sense.
On his first payday, he didnât think twice about how to spend it. He took you out to your favorite restaurant, the same one you used to mention randomly in passing, and spoiled you with gifts you didnât even ask for.Â
Because that was always his dream in the end.Â
At twenty-one, you had stayed mostly the same⌠still girly, still drawn to pastel pinks and soft colors, still wearing dresses that made you look like you stepped out of a memory he refused to forget. Your body had also changed in ways that made you more aware of yourself, curves developing naturally and beautifully.
In college, people noticed you too. A lot of them, actually.Â
Guys who tried a little too hard to make you laugh, to impress you, to take up space in your attention the way they wanted. You went on dates here and there, curious more than anything, but none of them ever stuck.Â
None of them ever felt right.
You were laying on Jungkookâs bed while he worked at his desk, fingers playing with his pillows as you babbled about college life.Â
About lectures, assignments, and then, eventually, about the guys who kept asking you out.
âHe's not even bad, I guess,â you said with a small shrug, âjust⌠kind of clingy? I tried to give him a shot cause he's kinda cute you know.â you giggled.
Jungkook had always been the one person you could talk to without filtering your words, without rehearsing your tone or worrying how you sounded.Â
So you kept going, still unaware of the way his pen had slowed in his hand, or how his gaze had subtly shifted towards you instead of the papers and laptop on his desk.
He didnât interrupt you. Instead, he just listened, nodding occasionally, offering soft hums at the right moments like he always knew how to make you feel heard.Â
He didnât want to hold you back. You werenât his.Â
Instead, Jungkook kept his distance exactly where it needed to be.
He even asked questions sometimesâsmall ones, careful onesâbecause he wanted to understand, wanted to know what kind of people were entering your life.Â
Not to control it. Never to control it. Just to make sure you were okay. To make sure no one hurt you.
And every time you smiled about something new, every time you tried something different, he swallowed whatever it did to him and smiled back.
Because loving you, for him, had never been about possession.
Itâs about standing at the edge of something he desperately wanted to step into, and choosing not to, again and again, because you deserved freedom more than you deserved him holding you too tightly.
Even when it hurts.
âDo you plan on going on a date with him again?â he rasped, eyes still fixed on his laptop even though the words on the screen had long stopped making sense.Â
You rolled your eyes. âNo! Like I said, heâs so clingy,â you groaned dramatically, turning onto your side. âHe kept texting me during class too. And he was kinda touchy.â
Jungkook froze, Touchy.
He raised a brow, slowly⌠he turned his swivel chair away from his desk to face you fully.
âSay that again,â he commanded.
You blinked, sitting up a little on his bed and smoothing out your pleated skirt. âHuh? Which part?â
Jungkookâs eyes dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face. His expression was unreadable now, serious in a way that made your teasing mood falter slightly.
âTouchy?â he repeated, almost like he was testing the word on his tongue.Â
He knew you had never had a boyfriend.Â
Picky in your own quiet way, always rejecting people politely, never really giving anyone the chance to stay.Â
That was something he had always told himself was a good thing. But there was one thing you told him once that lingered longer than it should have.
Your first kiss.Â
You had laughed it off back then, saying it was just stolen during a stupid drinking game in high school, something meaningless, something you didnât even care about anymore. But Jungkook had gone still in a way you didnât notice fully at the time. And after that night, the thought never really left him.
The first broken lego piece in his heart.
Jungkook never acted on it. Because he knew where the line was, even if it blurred more and more every time he looked at you.Â
Every time he imagined someone else touching you, his mind would go blank for a second, like something inside him short-circuited and restarted wrong.Â
His love that was freeing, turning into something selfish and possessive.Â
Jungkook knows that he was no better.
Even if he acted like the responsible one, the always-focused engineering nerd with books and goals, there were parts of him he couldnât control.Â
The desires, the sexual frustration, the way he had nowhere to put everything he was feeling for you.Â
So he let it out elsewhere⌠hard, rough and mercilessâlike he was always unsatisfied. Because no matter what he did, no matter who he fucks, it was never you.
âWell...y-yeah, I thought it was sweet since he seems to be very kind and perfect,â you started, shifting slightly on his bed as you tried to recall your date earlier. âBut it was starting to get irritatingââ
âWhere did he touch you?â Jungkook cut in sharply.
His tone made you pause immediately. You blinked at him, a little stunned by how fast and firm it came out. âUh⌠just my thighsââ
He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw tightening like he was trying to hold something back.
At your bratty age, you had tried to explore, you would let them kiss you, let them touch you a little, only when you thought there was something thereâsome special connection, some feeling that made it worth it. But it always disappeared too quickly, leaving you bored, unimpressed, or just⌠disconnected.
And sometimes, in the quiet parts of your mind, a small thought would surface.
Why had no one ever truly impressed you? Why did everything feel like it was missing something you couldnât name?
But you always pushed it away.
Because growing up, it had always been Jungkook.
What you didnât know, what you never really sawâwas that Jungkook had already fallen long before you ever started trying to figure yourself out.
He ended up fucking every women who looked like echoes of youâsame powdery scent, similar hair length and color, soft features that almost resembled yours if he stared long enough. He didnât realize it at the time, how every fling carried traces of you in them, like he was trying and failing to recreate something he couldnât replace. He never stayed long enough for anything serious. Because none of them were you.
His lego hearts were never complete without you filling them.
âI mean, it wasnât that badââ
You blinked slowly when his gaze dropped to your thighs again, his eyes lingering a little too long, scanning like he was replaying something in his head. Instinctively, you tugged your plaid skirt down a bit more, suddenly aware of your own body in a way you werenât before.
âKookieââ
âWere you uncomfortable?â he asked, voice strained.
His hand came up to his temple, rubbing slowly as if he was trying to steady himself, jaw tightening slightly. You could see it in him clearly nowâthe tension he always tried to hide whenever it came to you.
You shook your head quickly. âNo.â
âCome here.â
You hesitated for a second, then slowly walked towards him. âI swear, Koo, Iâm fineââ
âYou know what to do when you donât want something, right?â he sighed, voice lower now, almost careful, like he was choosing every word with restraint.
He reached for your hand, holding it gently before squeezing them. Like he was trying to calm himself through the contact just as much as he was trying to calm you.
âCourse, I do,â you replied in a small voice.
And you did. Because this wasnât new.
The same Jungkook who used to patch your scraped knees when you fell in the backyard.Â
The same Jungkook who always made sure you werenât left out when his friends came over. Even if his friends, Jimin or Taehyung teased you too much and made you cry.Â
The same Jungkook who would sigh, drag you away from them, wipe your tears with frustrating gentleness, and buy you ice cream like it would fix everything.
Like a good older brother who never let anything truly hurt his little sister.
You would come to Jungkook when something confused you, when something annoyed you, when something made your chest feel too full and you didnât know where to put it. You would talk, ramble, complain, overthink out loud, and Jungkook would just listen. Always.
He never really stopped you from anything. He never imposed his choices on you in a way that felt forceful or strict.Â
Instead, he would give you advice, calm and steady, letting you talk yourself through your own thoughts. And when you reached the end of it, he would always say the same thing.
âAs long as my babyâs happy.â
And somehow, every time, you did exactly that.
Neither of you really questioned it. It just felt like balance. Like the dynamic between you had always existed in that shape and was never meant to change.
His quiet dominance, your easy submission to his judgmentâit fit too well to ever feel wrong.
âI think red hair would look good on you,â you murmured, sitting beside him as you absentmindedly played with the back of his hair while he stayed focused on your papers.
The two of you were at a quiet library near your school that day. You had told Jungkook you needed help with math, and like always, he gave in without much resistance. He finished his own work earlier than planned just so he could sit with you, his pen already marking through your problems with that effortless confidence that made everything look easy.
âOr maybe blonde again?â you continued, tilting your head slightly as you tugged at a few strands. âRemember when you went blonde?â
Ken Doll. He remembers.
Jungkook let out a low groan. âDo you want me to finish your papers or not?â he reprimanded.
You pouted immediately, leaning back slightly in your seat, your peach-manicured fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table.Â
A color he had picked for you before.
âI do,â you said softly, looking at him through your lashes. âIâm behaving.â
He raised a brow at you, finally glancing up from your papers. His gaze flickered down for a secondâtoo quick to be casualâlanding briefly at your neck before returning to your eyes.
âThen behave,âÂ
You pouted⌠but still sat properly, letting out a small huff as you adjusted yourself in your seat.
Jungkook, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in your work. His thick brows were slightly furrowed behind his glasses as he scanned your notes, lips pressed into a thin line while he analyzed every mistake. He looked older like thisâŚserious, composed, almost intimidating in a quiet way.Â
His crisp white long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, tattoos peeking through with every movement of his hand as he turned the page. Dark slacks fit neatly against his frame, and his hair was styled back with gel, though a few loose strands had fallen onto his forehead anyway, softening the sharpness of his face.
He looked like he had come straight from work without even stopping to breathe.
The lip piercing caught the light whenever he moved, a small glint against his pinkish lips as he exhaled quietly through his nose.Â
Everything about him felt controlled, grounded, intentional.
And sitting beside him in your school uniformâwhite button-down slightly loosened at the collar, plaid skirt resting neatly at your thighs, makeup soft and sparkly pinkâyou couldnât help but feel like you didnât belong in the same frame as him.Â
Like you were trouble sitting next to something dangerously stable.
âAnswer this,â he said finally, sliding a paper towards you.
You frowned immediately, staring at the equations like they had personally offended you. âHuh? I thought youâd answer it for me.â
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, clearly unimpressed but still patient. âYou need to learn. Once youâre done, Iâll check it and teach you how to do it properly.â
You rolled your eyes, leaning back slightly. âBut Koo! Itâs hard, my head is literally aching from all these numbers.â
He raised a brow at you, expression flat but not unkind. âHow are you going to pass math if I keep answering everything for you?â
âButââ
Your protest died the moment you met his gaze. There was that look again. Calm, firm, unbothered in a way that made it impossible to argue for long.
You sighed dramatically and took the paper anyway. âFine,â you muttered, already giving in. âBut youâre buying me oat latte after this.â
Jungkookâs lips curved slightly, good girl.Â
âOnly if you get it right,â he raised a brow.
You groaned under your breath and finally focused on the equations, forcing yourself to concentrate.
Most of your homework was done by him, even when math wasnât even involved.
And whenever Jungkook did try to refuse, you always found a way around it.
Youâd show up at his house with his favorite ice cream, lingering by the doorway like you werenât already certain he would let you in.Â
Sometimes youâd lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, gentle and quick, like it meant nothing at all. Other times, youâd just look at him with those puppy eyes of yoursâsmiling in a way that made it seem like he was the only thing in your world.
And Jungkook would always fold. Every single time.
It didnât even feel like a decision anymore. It was instinct. The way his expression would soften the moment you appeared. The way his shoulders would loosen, like all the tension he carried everywhere else had nowhere to stay when you were near.Â
If you asked him for the stars, he wouldâve probably tried to figure out a way to reach them.
He didnât just like you. He prioritized you.Â
You were very spoiled. Jungkookâs hard-earned money always ended up on youâwhenever he got his salary, he would immediately take you out for a nice dinner, shop for clothes and makeup you liked, buy your favorite cheesecake, get you more booksâeverything you wanted, and half the things you didnât even realize you wanted yet.
It made you happy. Every time you showed up at school with a new bag or a new pair of shoes, your friends already knew Jungkook had bought them for you. Every time you got perfect scores, they would roll their eyes, assuming it was because of Jungkookâs help and hard work behind it.
At first, your friends were very nice to youâalmost overly so. They tried to get close quickly, always lingering around you, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes.Â
And it wasnât hard to understand why.
Because they noticed Jungkook first.
They would see him picking you up from school in his black shiny Cadillac, the kind of car that made people turn their heads. They would watch his tall, lean figure step out, his arms decorated with tattoos that became more visible when he rolled his sleeves up, silver piercings catching the light, jet-black hair neatly styled, and sharp honey doe eyes that softened the second they landed on you.
Sometimes he would smoke a cigarette while waiting, immediately putting it down when he saw you coming. He wasnât someone people could ignore. Not with the way he looked, and not with the way he carried himself.
And when they found out he wasnât just good-looking but also the top engineer in town, already successful and earning far beyond most people his age, their curiosity shifted into something heavier. So they stayed close to youânot always for you, but for the possibility of him.
Then, when they finally realized you werenât related, everything changed.Â
The smiles faded just slightly, the energy dropped, shoulders slacking like something they thought they could reach had suddenly been pulled away. It was subtle, but you felt it. That quiet shift in how they looked at you, like you had become the reason they couldnât get closer to him.
From there, the judgment slowly followed. To them, you were just a spoiled girl, someone using Jungkook for attention, comfort, or material things. Something easy to label rather than understand. And over time, that assumption hardened into quiet resentment.
But you were never trying to be anything more complicated than you were. You were kind in a way that came naturally, warm without effort, too soft to notice when someoneâs intentions werenât pure. You didnât see the resentment clearly, because you were too friendly, too open, too willing to believe the best in people. And that very same softness made it easy for others to either like you quickly⌠or envy you just as fast.
âAnother bag?â Sana raised a brow at you the moment you walked into the classroom, eyes landing immediately on the new pink bag hanging from your arm.
You grinned without hesitation, completely unbothered by their stares. âYes! It matches my nails, see?â you said excitedly, holding your hand out so they could see your freshly done manicure.
Your friends leaned in slightly, but the look in their eyes wasnât as excited as yours. It was something sharperâŚenvy, carefully disguised under curiosity.
âWas your nails paid by Jungkook?â Riri asked, her tone slipping into something almost accusatory.
You pouted a little, tilting your head. âYup,â you admitted. âI accidentally told him I needed a fresh set, soâŚâ
Over the weekend, Jungkook told you he had just received his pay. You always told him to save itâa detail your friends didnât knowâŚbut he still insisted on treating you to dinner, telling you not to worry and to just buy whatever you wanted.
In passing, you mentioned your nails, how you wanted a fresh set for the upcoming semestral break. You didnât mean it as a hint for him to pay; you always tended to babble randomly around Jungkook.
But then he immediately handed you his card.
âKoo, you donât have toâŚâ you pouted, though your smile was already forming before you even finished the sentence.
Jungkook didnât even answer you properly. His large hand simply took yours, fingers warm and steady as he guided you through the mall.Â
âWhat design are you gonna get?â he asked once you reached the nail salon.
You pouted, âMaybe flowers? what color do you prefer?â you asked now, giggling as you showed him your hands cutely.
He didnât even hesitate. He always leaned toward soft, pastel tones for you, like he already knew what would look best on you before you even decided.
Light pink.
You nodded immediately when he said it, already excited again, rambling about adding tiny hearts and small details on top. Jungkook just watched you softly, expression unreadable in a way you didnât notice, before he glanced away and told you heâd walk around for a bit while you got your nails done.
You blinked. That was new.
Because usually, when you were in treatment or stuck in a salon chair for hours, Jungkook would be waiting for you nearby. Either waiting on the couch or answering work calls outside the salon.
But this time, he left.
âThank you, have a nice day,â you smiled at the staff, not surprised when they told you everything had already been paid for. That part was normal by now. Sometimes you even tried to sneak and pay yourself, but it never worked. Jungkook always stayed one step ahead of you.
When you stepped out later, freshly done nails drying as you adjusted your bag, you were about to text Jungkook when you suddenly saw him coming.
A little distance away with multiple paper bags in his hands.
Your eyes widened instantly. Jungkook lifted the bags slightly when he noticed you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked closer.
âDone with your nails, baby?â he asked softly, eyes briefly dropping to your hands like he was checking them properly.
âWhatâs that?â you asked, voice already shaky, excitement mixing with confusion as your heart started to pick up.
He handed you the paper bags, and you immediately looked inside, your heart thumping when you realized he had bought everything you had been eyeing earlierâthe bag, the clothes, the makeup⌠it was all in there.
âKooâŚâ you said weakly, your voice trembling the moment you realized he really bought everything, even the lipstick you had only tried on for fun.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your face buried itself against his neck, hiding away like you didnât want him to see how emotional you were getting.Â
âThank you,â you muffled against his skin, your cheeks burning from how overwhelming it all felt.
Jungkook buying you things wasnât new. It happened often enough that you were used to it by now.Â
But this felt different.Â
Because you had told him earlier you didnât need anything. You had insisted you already had enoughâbags, shoes, books still brand new at home. You had tried to sound firm about it too.
And for once, Jungkook had actually listened. Or at least, you thought he had.
Because instead of arguing like he usually would, he had simply taken you to all your favorite stores anyway. Letting you walk around, letting your eyes wander, letting you stop for a second too long at things you pretended not to want. You kept telling yourself you were just window shopping. That you didnât need anything. That you were being responsible.
But Jungkook was watching you closely, knows what his sweet girl wanted.Â
He was unintentionally making you fall harder for him.Â
Your young, innocent heart once again threatened to climb his walls. Without realizing that you were already standing too close to where you belonged.
Jungkook chuckled lowly at your reaction, smiling when you clung to him a little too tightly, like you didnât want to let go yet. His hands gripping your waist in place.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked softly, voice close to your ear.
You finally loosened your grip just a little, pulling back enough to look at him. Your eyes were still wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted like you were still trying to process everything.
âI⌠Iâm so happy,â you whispered.
His gaze softened immediately, heavy-lidded eyes dropping briefly to your lips before lifting back up to your face.
âReally,â he murmured, pulling you slightly closer again, just enough that there was no space left between you.
You nodded quickly. âSo happy, KooâŚâ
The following school week, you showed up to class with the new bag already in use, carefully placed on the chair beside you. Your nails were freshly done too, and every time you looked at them you couldnât help but think of Jungkook.Â
âYou almost have a new bag every month, do you even know how much that costs?â Nayeon said, leaning back in her chair as she glanced at you with raised brows.
You couldnât even argue with that. It was true.Â
Every month, it was either a new bag or a new pair of shoes, sometimes both.
âAnd those are branded,â Sana added. âI know Jungkook has a good job, but donât you think thatâs⌠too much?â
There was concern in her voice, but not really for you.
For him.
To your friends, it looked like he was just spoiling you. Babying you because you were childhood friends, because your families were close.
And from the outside, it probably did look like that.
Like you were simply receiving too much. Like you were just letting it happen.
But what they didnât see was that Jungkook never hesitated when it came to you. Never treated it like a burden. Never acted like it was something he was losing from.
If anything, it was the opposite. And that was the part you couldnât explain to them.
Because they only saw what he gave. Not what he felt when he gave it.
âIf you keep on doing that, I wonât be surprised if he grows tired of you,â Riri said, shaking her head as her gaze dropped briefly to your bag like it had suddenly become something unpleasant.
The words didnât land softly. Tired of you.
âThat wonât happen,â you said quickly, a little too quickly, like saying it out loud would make it true.
But your friends didnât look convinced. They rolled their eyes almost in sync.
âEven if youâre close, heâll still grow tired of you eventually,â Sana added. âEspecially if itâs always like that. Heâs probably just too nice to say no to you.â
âI honestly feel bad for him,â Riri agreed, leaning back in her chair. âThose things heâs buying? Gosh, he could probably buy a new car already. Everythingâs branded!"
The laughter that followed wasnât cruel, but it wasnât kind either. It sat somewhere in betweenâlight enough to pass as a joke, heavy enough to stick.
You stayed quiet. Because for the first time, the thought didnât bounce off you like it usually did.
The dresses hanging in your closet. The bags lined neatly on your shelves. The shoes you barely had reason to wear but still owned anyway. The perfumes that smelled like soft powder and familiarity. The little pieces of gold jewelry he had given you on birthdays without fail.
All of it. All from him.
Your friends kept talking, but their voices blurred into the background. You tried to smile at lunch, tried to pretend you were fine, tried to focus on your notes later like you always did when your mind got loud.
But it kept coming back anyway.
What if he gets tired of you? What if heâs just too nice to say it?Â
You were so used to Jungkook spoiling you that it took you a while to even recognize the thought creeping inâmaybe you were too much. Maybe you were asking for too much without meaning to. And once that idea settled, it didnât just sit quietly. It spread.
The possibility that he might look at you one day and feel burdened? That the person you trusted most might start seeing you as a responsibility instead of someone he chose?
That possibility hurt more than anything else.
Because even though, deep down, you knew Jungkook wouldnât easily do something like that⌠you were still afraid.
So for the following weeks, you changed.
You stopped calling him for help with your assignments. You stopped texting him every small thing that happened in your day. You tried to answer things on your own, figure things out without leaning on him, even when your first instinct was to reach for him.
You were trying, quietly and stubbornly, to be less.
And Jungkook noticed.
At first, he convinced himself you were just busy. School, friends, lifeâit made sense. He told himself not to read too much into it, not to assume anything, not to disturb you.
But then it continued.
âItâs okay, Koo. I swear I can do it by myself,â you said over the phone one night when he had offered to come over and help you with your assignment.
Jungkook paused at that, leaning back in his chair, one hand still resting near his laptop. He had just finished working overtime, exhaustion still sitting heavily on his shoulders.
âYou sure, baby?â he asked more carefully this time. âWhat is it about? Maybe I can help.â
Three weeks.
It hadnât even been that long. Not for most people.
But for you and Jungkook, it felt different.
Because since you were seven years old, you had always been there. Always reaching out. Always calling. Always texting. Even during vacations, even during trips, even during the smallest moments of the dayâyou were part of each otherâs rhythm.
And he was used to it. Used to you.
He missed you in a way he didnât really know how to admit, even to himself. Sometimes he would catch himself checking his phone in the middle of meetings, expecting your name to appear out of habit, confused when it didnât.
But more than that, he was starting to overthink.
Because he didnât want to come off as clingy. He remembered what you had said about your dates before. So he held back.
But you holding back too? That didnât feel right.
Because you were never like that with him.Â
Always and exceptionally, his sweet clingy girl.
His frustration was leading him to pump his cock every night. After going home from work, he would lie down on the bed still wearing his glasses, not bothering to change his clothes or remove his silver wristwatch. With a grunt, he would pull out his cock from his dark slacks, spitting on his tip in frustration, pumping it hard and fast with the thought of you.Â
âFuck, whatâs wrong, baby?â he whispers, squeezing the tip of his cock to coax out more precum. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he imagines burying himself between your thighs, determined to eat your wet pussy until you finally tell him whatâs been bothering you.
He wanted to please you so badly, kiss your problems away, wanted to fuck you so hard that all your pretty little head would think about was him.
The one-night stands and occasional hookups were not giving him a proper release. He would push the other girlsâ heads down harshly on his cock so he wouldnât see their faces, always fucking them from behind so he could imagine it was you. He would bend their bodies into positions that would make him think it was your sweet little body he was fucking. He always had the stamina to go for multiple rounds because his cock was always so hard even after he came, his mushroom tip pulsing and leaking for you.Â
It was so bad, so sinful, so dirty.
He wanted to know what was wrong, the urge to tie you down with his chains growing stronger. Yet he was afraid to do that to you, afraid to scare his precious little girl.
âNo need, Koo, itâs an easy project. Besides, I have a girlâs date tomorrow so I kinda need to prepare,â you said in a small voice. That was a lieâyou didnât have a girlsâ date tomorrow⌠but youâd rather stay at home than see him.
For the past weeks, he had noticed that he didnât receive any of your random texts anymore, your silly calls for help with assignments, your usual chocolate chip cookies whenever you stopped by his house, or your clinginess to convince him to sleep over even when he would always decline.
The fact that you were going out with your friends this weekend was also very unusual. Although you still spent time with friends and other people occasionally, three weeks without seeing him at all, felt odd.
The chains of possessiveness wrapped around him once again.
âCan I at least stop by to see you tonight?â he almost pleaded. âI miss my baby.â
You shut your eyes tight, clutching your phone in your hands at his words. The wild beating of your heart betrayed you.
âI m-miss you too, Koo. But⌠maybe next time. Iâm really busy,â you reasoned, hoping he would just drop it and let it go.
Jungkook groaned. Your sweet âI miss youâ went straight to his cock, his jaw ticking in frustration as he loosened his black tie to regulate his breathing.
âKoo?â you said nervously when he didnât answer, biting your lip hard when he stayed silent on the line.
âWhere are you?â he rasped, his serious tone almost making you jump.
It was Friday, and you were rotting in your room. In fact, you had no piled-up projects or assignments due because you finished them all just to preoccupy your mind from Jungkook.Â
The urge to disturb him and spend time with him was strong, but you wanted to prove to yourself and your friends that you were not using him. You were wasting a perfectly boring Friday lying on your bed while thinking about⌠Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
âI-Iâm in my room, why?â
âIâll be there in fifteen. Donât go anywhere,â he said in a dismissive tone.
âHuh? Koo, you canâtââ
He dropped the call.
Your eyes widened when you realized he would actually come here.Â
You quickly scanned your room, sighing in relief when you remembered you cleaned your mess yesterday. Standing up, you looked at yourself in the mirrorâyour cheeks were flushed, your hair a bit messy from lying down, wearing matching ruffled short shorts and a pastel pink spaghetti strap top. You leaned closer, checking if you should apply lip gloss or not.
âUgh, why am I panicking! itâs just Kookie,â you grunted, pacing around your room, a bit excited that you would finally see him after a long while.
You brushed your hair, cringing when you applied a little bit of lip balm, debating if you should change your clothes or if you would look stupid for getting ready too much.
Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone beeped with a text.
Kookie: Do you want anything? I can bring you something to eat.
A loud squeal came out of your lips, and you immediately placed your palm over your mouth in case your mom would come check if you suddenly fainted or something. You read the text over and over again like it would change its meaning.
âThis is the reason why no one compares to you, ugh!â you groaned to yourself, comparing his sweet gesture once again to all the boys you had tried dating.
You were about to reply when another text came in, not from him but from your good friend Hoseok, also a guy who had expressed his feelings for you before, which you rejected. He was good-looking, kind and sweet, but with his radiating energy and personality, you only saw him as a friend. You were glad he didnât take the rejection seriously, though⌠sometimes he acted a bit too sweet with you.
Hoseok: hEY CUTIE! Iâm downstairs!!!! Letâs hang out!
âWhat the fuck?!â your eyes widened immediately, rushing to the bedroom window only to see Hoseok outside your house, waving at you with a bright freaking smile.
You rushed downstairs and quickly opened the door, ready to scold him, but he only laughed at you.
âHobi! What are you doing here? Itâs late!â you hissed, grabbing his arm to shake some sense into him.
He only smiled brightly, laughing at your panicking tone. âChill, itâs only like⌠9 PM? Besides, itâs Friday! Letâs go out!â
You shook your head. Although he was very sweet and it wasnât really bad to go out with him, you didnât want Jungkook to see him here. The fact that you had just told him you were busy and now you had a friend over would make you look so bad.
âI canât, Hobi- I-I have stuff to do,â you said, pulling his arm again, almost shaking it.
He rolled his eyes. âSince when did you become so boring? UnlessâŚâ
His eyes squinted as he leaned closer to your face. âDo you finally have a boyfriend coming over?â
âHoseok!â your ears turned red. You were about to push him away when you suddenly saw a familiar black Cadillac pulling over.
Jungkook opened the driverâs seat door, his dark eyes immediately landing on your small hands holding Hoseokâs arm.
You gulped harshly and pushed Hoseok away. The way Jungkook looked at you made you feel smallâhis dark eyes slowly dragging over your exposed skin. In your panic earlier, you didnât bother changing out of your sleepwear since you rushed out to scold your friend.
âUhh, I think I should go.â Hoseok chuckled nervously, stepping aside when he saw Jungkookâs serious glare on him. The way Jungkookâs jaw tightened made it look like he could punch Hoseok at any moment.
With a bright, awkward smile, he quickly left, leaving the two of you alone.
Jungkook stepped closer, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. âYou were busy, huh?â Jealousy dripped from his tone.
âKooââ
âAre you dating him?â
âWhat? No, heâs just a friend,â you panicked.
He raised a thick brow at you, stepping dangerously close and invading your personal space, leaning down to whisper near your ear.
âThen why was he leaning this close to you, hmm?â he mocked, his nose grazing your neck.
Hoseok had been close to your face earlier, but not like this.Â
Jungkookâs hands circling your waist, pulling you closer until you could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette, a sign that he only smoked when he was either bored or stressed.
âHe wasnât, Koo, I swearâŚâ you pleaded, your hands clutching his shirt.
You gasped when he softly bit your neck, his hands gripping your hips.
âHow about me? Would you let me be this close to you?â he murmured, his voice dripping with heat, rational thoughts flying out of the window.
You nodded almost immediately, eyes soft. âO-Of course, Koo.â
A quiet chuckle slipped from him, low and faint. âYeah?â he asked, gaze lifting to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping again. âWhy is that?â
âCause youâre my K-Kookie,â you said shyly, the words coming out smaller than you intended, but honest in a way that left no room for pretending. It wasnât just habit when you called him thatâit was attachment, something that had grown with you over the years without you even realizing how deep it had become.
He groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. âYeah? Then why are you avoiding your Kookie, hmm?â he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. âBeen thinking if I did something wrong baby,â he grunted against you, inhaling your soft scent.
âIâm s-sorry⌠I just thought youâd get tired of me,â you said quietly, voice breaking as your eyes began to glass over. âI always cling to you Koo⌠relying on you like this.â
Jungkook stiffened, the fact that you would think about something like that pained him, when all he wanted was for you to cling onto him, to rely on him, to stay close to him.
His gaze lifted slowly, and the moment he saw your face properlyâthe way your lips trembled, the way you were trying so hard not to cryâit hit him harder than anything else.
âWho put that thought in your pretty little head, baby?â he asked softly, but there was a quiet firmness underneath it, like he didnât even want the idea to exist. His thumb reached up instinctively, wiping away a tear that slipped down your cheek. âYou know thatâs not true.â
You sniffled, trying to breathe through it. âI-I know⌠I just got scared becauseâŚâ your voice cracked again, and you hesitated, fingers curling slightly as you looked away for a second before forcing yourself to continue. âB-Because I really like you⌠and I donât want that to happen.â
Fuck.
Suddenly, there were bricks in your hands you didnât remember picking up⌠stacking themselves, one after another, forming something warm, terrifying and inevitable.
Your small hands reached for him then, hesitantly tugging at his shirt like you needed him closer just to feel steady again.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, something tightening in his chest at the sight of you trying so hard to hold onto him while thinking he might let go.
âOh, baby,â he groaned, pulling you closer. âI like you too,â he said softly, so softly that you almost didnât catch it.
Your glossy eyes widened, the legos he was trying to build were now finally coming together.
Like your hands had been there all along, quietly sorting through the scattered pieces he didnât know how to organize, fitting them into gaps he didnât even realize were empty.Â
And Jungkook just looked at youâreally looked at youâlike something in him had finally stopped pretending too.
Your mother had been pleasantly surprised when she saw him walk in, quickly turning into the kind of delighted smile she always had whenever Jungkook came around. After all, it wasnât often that he visited you directly anymoreâyou were usually the one going to him.
The two of them ended up talking for a bit downstairs, catching up on things in that familiar, comfortable way that made it feel like he had never really stopped visiting your home.
And then, eventually, you brought him upstairs.
You were sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, bunny plushie on your lap while Jungkook stood near your shelves, quietly taking in the changes in your room. It looked different from the last time he had properly paid attention to itâmore grown, more you, but still carrying little traces of the little girl he grew up with.
After earlier, your heart wouldnât slow down, panic lingering beneath your skin at how intimate his presence felt in your room now.
He felt like he was finally your Ken now, but to you, he was the dinosaur to your barbie.
âYou still have this,â he said softly, a small smile forming on his face when he picked up the small dinosaur he gave you when you were little.
It was cute, a pink little dinosaur he saw in the mall and gave it to you as a small gift for your eleventh birthday. It was sitting beside your bookshelf, along with some of your favorite books that were given by him.
You let out a small giggle, the tension in your chest loosening just slightly. âI actually still have some of your dinosaurs in my storage box,â you admitted softly. âI didnât throw them away.â
That made him pause.Â
He stopped looking around the room and turned his full attention back to you. His dark eyes drifted over your figure, taking in the way your short sleepwear softly clung to your body.Â
The gentle curve of your breasts, the softness of your thighs and the bunny plushie resting in your lapâthe one you insisted looked just like him.
Jungkook swallowed harshly, tilting his head to regulate his thoughts. âThen why is this the only one out here?â he asked, raising a brow slightly while pointing at your pink dinosaur.
You let out a small giggle, putting your bunny aside and swinging your legs a little where you sat. âThatâs my favorite. You gave it to me on my birthday, and itâs pink!â
There was something warm in your voice when you said it, something soft and nostalgic that made it feel less like you were talking about a toy and more like you were talking about a memory you had kept safe all this time.
Jungkookâs gaze softened for a second.Â
His cheeks picked up the faintest dust of pink, almost unnoticeable if you werenât looking closely. His tongue brushed briefly against his lip ring out of habit as his eyes stayed on you, growing heavier-lidded the longer he looked.
Jungkook took a step closer, the space between you shrank without either of you really acknowledging it, like it was becoming natural to be near each other again in a way that felt different from before.
His hand lifted gently, fingers brushing your cheek with a kind of care that didnât match how intense his gaze had become. âMy sweet girl,â he murmured, almost like he wasnât fully aware he said it out loud.
You looked up at him, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, your lips parting on instinct.
âSometimes I still play with them,â you said shyly. âbut not like before, I just⌠talk to them sometimes.â
ââYou do?ââ His brow lifted slightly, but this time there was something darker flickering behind his gazeâinterest, amusement, and unadulterated desire.
You nodded, giggling under his touch. âYeah, I kinda find them cuter than barbies now.â
He shifted his weight, stepping even closer until his hand slid from your cheek down to your jaw, holding you there gently but firmly, like he wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were.
âHmm, I miss playing with you.â he drawled lazily, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair.
You smiled, innocently nodding your head. âMe too!ââ
He sat down on the bed, a tiny gasp escaping your lips when he easily lifted your body until you were straddling him. The way he moved you so effortlessly sent a shiver down your spine, both of your hands landing on his shoulders for balance.
âYeah?â he whispered, leaning in to press a small peck against your lips.
Your eyes widened. It was so quick, so light, like a feather brushing against your lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you noticed how dilated his pupils were.
âWas that okay?â he rasped.
You blinked, and then, slowly, a small smile formed on your lips. Leaning in, you cutely pressed a soft kiss to his lips in return.
âOkay,â you giggled, your eyes sparkling.
Lego butterflies erupted on his stomach.
Jungkook took his sweet time with you. His kisses were slow, shallow, and soft, as though he was waiting for you to feel comfortable. When your lips parted slightly, he slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently sucking on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper from you.
The moment he felt your body relax against him, he deepened the kiss, his brows furrowing as his hands tightened around your waist to keep you steady.
Your breath caught in your throat, the cool metal of his lip ring brushing deliciously against your bottom lip, slick with saliva every time his mouth moved against yours. Whenever soft sounds escaped you, he swallowed them instantly, kissing you deeper as if he couldn't get enough. The wet glide of his tongue against yours became the only sound filling the room.
âKooâŚâ you murmured softly, your fingers gripping his white long sleeves, a reminder that he had come straight from work.
When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva lingered between your lips for a brief moment before snapping. His lips were flushed and slightly swollen, mirroring your own, while his glasses sat faintly fogged from the warmth of your shared breath. And when your eyes met his, the dark intensity in his gaze made your heart stutter.
You giggled shyly and reached up to remove his glasses.
âItâs foggy,â you pouted, your cheeks warming as you held them in your hands.
Using the hem of your top, you carefully wiped the fog from his glasses. You were just about to place them back on his face when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you again.
The way he advanced so fast, like you were the cure to his hungerâŚit made you wet.
This time, the kiss was needierâhungrier. His tongue slipped past your lips as though he was chasing something, as though you were the only thing capable of satisfying it.
He kissed you with a newfound urgency, flicking his tongue against yours, no longer slow or shallow. Saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, turning it messy and overwhelming in a way that made your head spin.
You were still clutching his glasses loosely in your hand, but your grip tightened every time he pulled you closer, his tongue coaxing yours into the kiss again and again.
It still wasn't enough for him.
His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair at the nape of your neck before tugging gentlyâjust enough to tilt your head back and draw a soft gasp from your lips.
âKooâŚâ you breathed shakily, trying to catch your breath.
âOpen your lips wider,â he murmured against your mouth, voice rough and low. âWanna kiss you more.â
Your thoughts were already turning hazy, your body warm beneath his touch. When you hesitated, his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, the edge of his wristwatch pressing against your nape and pulling another gasp from you. Before you could gather your thoughts, he kissed you again, his tongue moving against yours before pulling back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth.
The way he alternated between sucking and biting made heat spread heavily through your body, your mind blurring more with every passing second. Your chest rose unevenly as you tried to steady yourself.
âKookie-â you tried again, weaker this time.
He finally hummed in response, like he heard you but didnât fully intend to stop. His lips moved from yours to your jaw, trailing slow kisses downward while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding your head slightly to expose more of your neck to him.
âWanna play with you,â he whispered against your skin.
âH-Huh?â you frowned, bewildered when you heard what he wanted to do.
âWanna play with my baby,â he swallowed hard, tilting his head slightly as his fingers stayed tangled in your hair. âDo you want that?â
He gave a gentle tug, just enough to draw a small sound of surprise from you.
âC-Can we do that some other time?â you said shyly, leaning into him, your hands gripping his arms as you tried to pull him closer. âWanna kiss you more, Koo.â
A low groan slipped from him at that, almost frustrated. He dipped his head and bit lightly at your neck before soothing it with his tongue, the contrast making your breath catch.
âBut I wanna play with you, baby,â he cooed, voice softer now but laced with something teasing, almost mocking in the way he echoed your words from when you were younger.
You whined, your cheeks burning, your body already feeling too warm from him, from the way he kept holding you so close like there wasnât any space left to escape even if you wanted to.
âBut Kookieââ
âPlease, baby?â he interrupted gently, lips pressing against your neck again, slower this time, more deliberate.
The sound of your breathing changed when he lingered there, and for a moment you just held onto him, torn between what you were saying and what your body was already answering for you.
When he finally pulls back from your neck to look at you properly, youâre already chewing your bottom lip, brows furrowed at his request, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you cling to him.
âWords, baby,â he said quietly.
You hesitated for only a second before finally nodding, your voice coming out small and defeated, like you didnât really want to stop him but couldnât fully say yes either.
âOkay.â you frowned.
He let out a soft laugh at your reaction.
âIs my baby girl sad, hmm?â he chuckled, one hand holding both of your cheeks so he could look at your face properly.
âJungkook, please,â you whined.
âJungkook, please,â he repeated, mocking you, amusement clearly etched across his darkened expression.
His eyes dropped slowly over your bodyâyour clothed cunt pressed against his hard cock beneath his slacks, your breasts brushing firmly against his chest, your small hands tugging and gripping him for purchase.
âYouâre so pretty,â he groaned.
His index finger traced lightly over your collarbones, watching how your skin would turn pink whenever he touches harder.
âSo soft,â he cooed under his breath, his hand sliding downward along the curve of your chest, making you hiss softly.
You looked down at his hand. âK-Koo, what are you doing?â you said weakly.
His fingers drifted lower, resting near your belly button, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
âPlaying with you,â he said simply, head tilting as he looked at you with quiet amusement.
Heat spread through your body like wildfire, your back arching slightly as realization sank in. A liquid warmth pulsed between your thighs, your panties growing wetter with arousal.
âKoo, thatâs soââ you couldnât finish your sentence, a sharp gasp leaving you when his finger finally traced over you through your thin sleep shorts.
âI wanna play with you here,â he murmured, continuing to trace slow circles over your clothed pussy.
A soft moan slipped from you, almost breaking into a sob at the anticipation alone.
âDo you want that, baby?â he leaned in and lightly kissed your lips, eyes lifting to meet yours. His gaze was heavy, dark with need, but steadyâwaiting, still holding himself back just enough to give you the choice.
âYes.â you gulped harshly, eyes getting heavy lidded.
âYeah? youâll let me play with your little pussy?ââ he whispered.
âPleaseâŚâ you moaned, cheeks flushed red, eyes slipping shut as you lightly grinded against him, desperate for friction.
He chuckled softly, pecking your lips once more. âIâll lay you down, okay? Gonna spread your legs so I can play with you properly.â
He guided you down onto the bed gently, positioning you beneath him and carefully parting your legs. You gasped slightly at the change in position, a wave of overwhelm hitting you. You were about to sit up again, but he quickly followed, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you softly.
âItâs okay, baby,â he whispered when he felt your panic, his voice low and steady. âWeâll take it slow.â
His left hand cupped your breast gently while the other held your face in place, steadying you as he continued kissing you.
You had never let anyone get this far before. You had shared a few lingering kisses, a few brief touches, but you had never crossed that line with anyone. The thought of letting Jungkook do it now sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up.
His nose grazed your neck as he breathed you in, his presence grounding and overwhelming all at once.
âCan I remove this, baby?â he asked gently, fingers holding the straps of your top as his lips brushed against your sternum, waiting.
You nodded, âYes, please.â
He smiled, slowly removing your top and exposing your baby pink lace bra. A low groan slipped from him at the sight, and he quickly leaned down, pressing his lips against the fabric, his tongue teasing through the cup as your nipples hardened beneath the sensation.
âOh, KooâŚâ you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair.
His other hand was already on your breast, kneading it slowly as he worked you over. Soft whimpers slipped from your lips when you felt the fabric growing damp from his saliva, the outline of your nipple becoming more visible beneath it, clearly caught under his gaze.
With a deep groan, he pulled the straps of your bra down, exposing your soft breasts fully. His eyes darkened instantly at the sight.Â
âPretty girl,â he mused.
ââKookie, this is so embarrassing.â you avoided eye contact, trying to cover your breasts.
âShh, youâre so pretty,â he said softly as he slowly removed your arms from your chest, dark eyes roaming over your figure.
âLook at me,â he added, gentleâbut with an edge underneath it.
When you finally did, your eyes almost rolled back when you saw him sucking his fingers, bringing them down to your right nipple. He pinched it, spreading his saliva before rolling it between the pads of his thumb and index finger.
âOh my gosh!â
âYou like that?â he murmured, leaning down to your other breast. He spat on the bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking it softly.
You were a whining mess, your fingers tightening in his hair from the intensity. It was wet and messy, a soft pop following when he released your nipple briefly, only to switch to the other oneâhis lip ring brushing against your nipple, adding even more stimulation.
âMmph, thatâs so good-ââ
Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt his palm press over your mouth, silencing your moans.
âShh, baby,â he murmured, letting out a quiet chuckle. âNeed you to be quiet for me.â
âS-Sorry,â you said shyly, biting your lip as you realized how loud you must have been.
He smiled softly, pressing a trail of kisses from your stomach down to your belly button. âGood girl.â
You quickly covered your mouth when his nose nudged against your clothed cunt, inhaling your pussy as he lingered there a little too long.Â
âMmph!â you shifted your legs, but he held your hips firmly in place.
âBaby, keep your legs open,â he groaned, his nose following your clothed cunt.
After inhaling your pussy like he was addicted to it, he slowly pulled your shorts down. Your legs instinctively tried to close, but his hands stopped you, guiding them open instead. The movement exposed the wet patch in your pink underwear, your arousal already seeping through and clinging to the fabric, your inner thighs slightly damp.
âSo messy baby, is this all for me?ââ gathering saliva in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed slightly before he leaned down and spat onto your clothed pussy, watching closely as it mixed with your wetness. The fabric darkened further, your cute slit more clearly outlined beneath it.
You whimpered at the feeling, warmth spreading through you as his spit soaked through your panties. But the moment he leaned in again, your legs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him between your thighs.
âSorry, I didnât m-mean that,â you said quickly, loosening your grip and slowly reopening your legs.
He looked up at you, expression softening immediately, a small gentle smile returning to his face. âItâs okay,â he murmured. âJust relax for me, yeah?â
Opening your legs wider, he leaned down and ran a slow stripe through your panties, moving from your entrance up to your clit, making the fabric even wetter beneath his tongue. His fingers dug into both of your thighs when you instinctively tried to move again, the sensation overwhelming enough to keep you still for a moment.
He was messily working you through the fabric, groaning softly as he pressed his tongue against you, his mouth trying to suck your clit to make it peek through your panties. The sensation of the wet fabric against your swollen clit was uncomfortable in the best wayâoverwhelming, and painfully pleasurable.
You quickly bit down on your hand to muffle your moans, but the sounds still slipped out regardless.
When your moans started getting louder, he exhaled sharply and pulled your underwear down, gathering the soaked fabric in his hand without hesitation.
âOpen your mouth,â he rasped.
You hesitated for a second before slowly parting your lips, eyes widening when he slid your soaked underwear inside. The taste of your arousal mixed with his saliva hit your tongue immediately.
âThere you go, baby,â he murmured, voice softer again. âAll nice and quiet.â
He leaned in after that, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek like it was a reward. He reached for his glasses on the bed and put them back on before leaning down again.
âNeed to see this pretty pussy clear, baby.â he said softly, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at you.
A low groan left him as he slid his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer. His head tilted slightly as he stared at your bare cunt for a moment longer, like he was memorizing the sight in front of him.
âYouâre so pretty,â he bit his lower lip.
He used his fingers to part you further, exposing your swollen clit before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to it.
âGonna play with you now,â he lowered his mouth to you, tongue slipping into your wet folds, collecting your arousal, tasting you slowly as he began to eat you out properly.
Your moans were muffled by the soaked fabric still stuffed inside your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightened, firm enough for you to feel the cold press of his silver watch against your skin, holding you in place as you squirmed restlessly beneath him.
Every so often, heâd pull back just enough to gather saliva on his tongue, before leaning back in to spit just above your hood, pulling your pussy lips apart so it can trail down over your clit. Heâd spread it with his tongue, deliberately working it in, just to make you even messier.
The way he ate your pussy was almost the same way he kissed youâmessy, pouty and needy. His mouth stayed slightly parted, expression focused, brows faintly furrowed like he was too absorbed in your cunt to care about anything else.
His hips thrusted unconsciously against the bed, his own restraint slipping the more you reacted. Every soft sound you made went straight through his cock, making it harder for him to hold back. His precum was leaking at the tip, almost fucking the mattress everytime your pussy squelches.
âMmph.ââ you moaned, eyes getting teary because he wasnât stopping.
The feeling of your clit on his tongue was addictiveâhow it twitched, how it reacted to every movement. He kept circling it, sucking, teasing, as if he couldnât get enough⌠you were dripping so much that before it could even reach the bed, his tongue was already there to catch it, eager to taste every drop of you. The wet, dirty slurping sounds filled the room, loud and unrestrained. Every time you tried to wriggle your legs, he only pinned you down more, spreading you wider so he could eat your pussy properly, taking his time while adjusting his glasses whenever he paused to look at you.
Whenever he stopped, heâd either spit or simply stare at your cunt, his thumb pushing your folds apart just to get a better view of your swollen clit, already flushed and sensitive from his tongue.
âMy pretty little pussy,â he murmured.
The moment he saw your hole spilling with arousal, he leaned in quickly, tongue already out, licking into you and sucking everything back in like he couldnât resist it.
Your eyes rolled back, your teeth biting down on the soaked fabric, overwhelmed by the pleasure building too fast. Your vision blurred slightly, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity.
He was edging you on purpose.
Not letting you finish.
Every time you got close, he slowed down or stopped completely, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart, waiting for you to settle before starting again. It was deliberate, controlledâlike he was enjoying every second of keeping you right at the edge.
âDo you like playing with me?â he asked, voice muffled slightly as he stayed between your thighs, still looking up at you through his glasses.
You nodded quickly, too eager, your body still trembling from the way he was eating you out.
He finally pulled back and lifted his head, his chin and nose wet with your arousal. Calmly, he reached up to remove the panties from your mouth, his thumb brushing lightly against your lower lip as he urged you to speak.
âI-I like playing with you, Koo,â you croaked, cheeks flushed and slightly puffy, eyes glossy, lips red and parted in a dazed pout.
âCourse you do,â he said proudly, a faint smile forming as he looked at you. âYouâre my girl.â
He softly kissed your cheek, his right hand cupping your swollen pussy while his free hand worked on unbuttoning his white long-sleeve shirt. The belt at his waist pressing lightly against your inner thighs.
When he pulled his top off, your eyes immediately traced his lean frame. His shoulders looked broader up close, easily enclosing your space, his toned tatted arms fully exposed. The way his biceps flexed as he toyed with your pussy drew a soft moan from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.
His left hand rose slowly, wrapping around your throat. The amount of times that watch had pressed against you tonight felt almost sinful.
âTold you to be quiet, didnât I?â he raised a brow, tightening his grip just enough to make your breath hitch and your eyes roll back slightly.
Your cheeks burned instantly, embarrassed by how easily he pulled those reactions out of you.
You knew you had to stay quiet. Your parents trusted Jungkook completelyâafter all, he was your childhood best friend. He used to sleep over in your room without a second thought, and the idea that they might hear what he was doing to you now sent a sharp wave of anxiety through your chest.
But it only made you more restless. He was still holding back your release, keeping you right where he wanted you.
He buried his face into your neck, his voice dropping lower as he whispered just beside your ear, âSuck it.â
Before you could react, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. A sob nearly escaped you, your sounds quickly muffled by his long, slender fingers. âShh, keep yourself busy,â he mocked.
You nearly gagged as he pushed them deeper into your mouth, drool gathering at the corners of your lips and trailing down his hand, dripping onto the face of his watch.
Meanwhile, he used his other hand to slide his middle finger into your tight hole, making your back arch from the sudden fullness. He was so deep alreadyâhis knuckle brushing against that soft, sensitive spot inside you, pressing just right.
âYouâre so tight, baby. Is this pussy made for me?â he asked in a condescending tone, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer him.
âYes, Kookie,â you gasped, struggling to steady your breathing.
âYes, Kookie.â he mocked, squishing your cheeks with one hand as he repeated your words teasingly.
He pulled his middle finger out of your tight pussy, bringing it up in front of your face. âSpit.â
Still holding your cheeks, he waited, and you obeyed without hesitation, spitting onto his fingers. A gasp escaped you when he spread the moisture between his middle and ring fingers before sliding them back into your cunt, the added slickness making the movement even easier.
âKoo, oh my goshâŚâ you whimpered, his two tattooed fingers stretching you open.
He quickly found your sweet spot again, the pad of his fingers pressing into it and curling in a slow âcome hereâ motion that made you leak even more around him.
Still holding your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed youâhot, messy, and unrelentingâhis tongue slipping into your mouth as he fed you spit, stealing your breath and your sounds all at once. It was as if he didnât want you to breathe at all, the way his tongue moved inside your mouth mirroring the way his fingers worked inside you.
His hard cock pressed firmly against your inner thighs, grinding against you in slow, circular motions as he kept you pinned beneath him.
When his thumb circled your clit, your body reacted immediatelyâyour pussy releasing so much liquid that you gasped and trembled, watching in disbelief as you wet his hands and his slacks more and more. You tried to push him away, tried to protest, but his mouth only swallowed your moans while his fingers kept massaging that sensitive spongey spot inside you, coaxing you to squirt more for him.
Your legs shook violently, the moment his thumb shifted into a more deliberate rhythm, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your clit pulsed rapidly beneath his thumb, your orgasm crashing through you in overwhelming waves that made your body feel completely unsteady. Your legs threatened to close from the overstimulation, but he kept them spread, refusing to let you escape. His fingers continued working inside you, pushing your cum, just so he could hear how wet you were.
Jungkook groaned against your mouth, you were so warm, wet and so tightâalmost painfully sensitive. His fingers became slick with your release, coated in it as your body continued to tremble. When he finally pulled his fingers out, your pussy twitched immediately, still clenching around nothing, leaking more of your cum as your body struggled to settle.
You whimpered when he gathered the cum that dropped, only to push it back inside you. Your weak hands pressed lightly against his shoulders in protest.
âI c-canât anymore⌠please,â you muffled, overwhelmed by how sensitive everything felt. Your pussy was swollen, pulsing, too overstimulated to take more.
He finally released your mouth. Your lips felt numb and swollen from his kisses as he looked at you, tilting his head slightly.
âYou okay? Youâre shaking, baby,â he said softly, concern in his toneâbut there was something in his eyes, something almost teasing, like he was quietly pleased at how completely undone you looked.
He lifted his fingers and licked them clean slowly, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. His cock was leaking so bad, clearly desperate to feel how tight you are.
He rose from the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes fixed on you. His hair was still a mess from your earlier tugging, his pupils dark and blown wide with desire, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed his pants down his legs.
When he finally removed his boxers, your eyes widened as his cock hit his abdomen. It was thick, heavy, and impossibly hard, veins running along the shaft, curving slightly upward, the flushed tip glistening with precum.
He shamelessly rolled the foreskin back, stroking himself slowly⌠squeezing the base just enough to draw out more precum. A low groan left his throat as he kept his eyes on you, like the sight of your naked body alone was enough to push him over the edge.
The number of times he had fantasized about thisâit was almost wrong.
When he placed a knee on the bed, your eyes widened again, that soft innocence still lingering in your gaze. Your legs instinctively closed slightly, your fingers clutching the sheets as if you didnât know where to put yourself. Your entire body language gave you awayâyou were still inexperienced, still unsure, your reactions honest and unfiltered.
Everything about you made that clearer. The way you kissed him, the way you tried to touch him, the way you trembled when his tongue met yoursâit all showed how new this still was for you. How your body was still learning what it wanted.
And it made him shake.
The way your small hands trembled. The way you whined like you were trying to fight your own reactions. The way you struggled to understand your own desireâit sent a possessive rush straight through him. The realization that he was the only one who had ever seen you like this⌠the only one allowed to touch you like this.
His expression softened as he slowly crawled closer to you. Instinctively, you shifted back, your spine pressing against the headboard as his presence suddenly felt overwhelming.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked gently, his hands moving to your folded knees, easing them open with careful pressure instead of forcing them. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
âYou still want to continue?â
He was hardâthick and achingâŚbut he still focused on you, wanting you to be comfortable, willing to do anything for his pretty girl.
You stared back at him. He was still wearing his glasses, his eyes heavy with lust, though he was clearly trying to soften his expression for you. You gulped harshly when his cock twitched on its own, even though he had stopped touching himself.
When you didnât answer right away, he smiled gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand moved to fix your hair.
âItâs okay, baby. Do you want to rest?â his voice was low and raspy.
You wanted him so badly. In your quietest, most private daydreams, you sometimes wished you werenât just best friendsâthat he was already yours in the way you secretly wanted. You were too in denial, too afraid to fully admit it, scared of what it meant and scared of losing him if you crossed that line. So you convinced yourself it was just confusion, just feelings being swayed by him.
But deep down, you knew. It had always been thereâyour childhood dream of being his princess, him your prince. The pink barbie to his blue dinosaur.
âNo⌠I-I want to continue,â you said, immediately closing your eyes after, embarrassed by how unsure your own words sounded.
Jungkook stayed patient, despite the obvious tension in his body. Even with his cock still hard and throbbing, he waited for you, encouraging you to speak properly.
âWhat do you want, baby?â he asked softly, his weak eyes locked on yours.
You pouted slightly, reaching for his hand as he brushed your cheek.
âI want you, Koo⌠ever since we were little,â you admitted quietly, cheeks burning red.
His lips parted in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your confession.Â
He stared at you for a long moment, as though he were carefully processing your words. Then, gently, he tilted your chin upward, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him. You watched his adamâs apple bob as he swallowed hard.
âIs that true? My baby wants me?â he rasped, his heart pounding against his chest. The tips of his ears flushed a deep red as he searched your face for an answer.
You smiled shyly. âWant you, so bad.â you slowly reached for his hands, tugging them softly.
He let out a rough groan, immediately kissing you again, swallowing your gasps as he hovered over your body. He opened your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly grinded his cock against your wet pussy.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he whispered against your skin, his kisses turning possessive as they trailed down your neck. You could feel him sucking and marking your skin, leaving bruises in his wake.
The head of his cock dragged slowly up and down your puffy slit, the sensation making your body shiver as arousal built again almost instantly.
âBeen trying so hard to be good for my baby,â he murmured like it was something unbearable to hold in. His hand kneaded your breast firmly while his mouth latched onto the other, his brows furrowed in focus as his tongue rolled over your swollen nipple.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as the crown of his cock pressed harder against your wet folds. His hips moved in steady harsh circles, his pubic hair brushing against you with deliberate rhythm. Precum mixed with your arousal, coating your folds and leaving everything slick and messy.
âEvery time you went on your little dates, I wanted to tie you down so bad,â he groaned, his tatted fingers sliding down to spread your legs wider.
He lifted his hips and stroked himself once before spitting into his palm and spreading the slickness along his length. Then he guided himself to your entrance, positioning himself carefully as he lined up against you.
âFuck, baby.â he looked down, letting out a rough groan at the sight of how small and tight you were against him. The tip of him was thick and flushed red, spitting down again, even though he was already slick with precum, trying to make it easier for both of you.
âI just wanted to be so good for my baby⌠guide you, give you everything you want,â he hissed, watching himself slowly push into you, his blunt head sinking in inch by inch. Even then, his other hand instinctively moved up to fix his glassesâŚwatching himself enter your tight hole.
You gasped at the stretch, your walls clenching tightly around him as he entered you. The pleasure quickly turned painfulâtoo intense, too unfamiliarâyour hands scrambling for the sheets as your body reacted to the intrusion.
âKoo⌠it hurts,â you sobbed softly.
He didnât stop. Instead, he widened your legs further, eyes still locked on where you were connected. His lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pushed deeper, watching your body take him in like it fascinated him. There was something almost consuming in the way he looked at your pussyâlike he couldnât look away from the way you were swallowing him.
He spat again, coating what was still outside of him before pushing in further. His thumb moved to open you gently, rubbing slow circles to ease you through it.
âShh, baby.â he murmured softly.
You gasped loudly when he bottomed outâcompletely balls deep inside you. His mushroom tip kissing your cervix... your pussy was so stretched, as he filled you fully.Â
He cursed under his breath, the veins along his neck stood out as a deep flush spread across his cheeks and down his chest. His lips parted slightly, like he was finally relieved to be inside you.
âBabyâŚâ he said weakly, barely able to move. You were too tight, and he could feel it affecting you too.
âYouâre so tight, you feel so good,â he whispered weakly, arms braced on either side of you as he held himself still.
You could feel him throbbing inside you, struggling not to move. The way he looked at youâlike he was caught between pain and pleasureâmade your body tighten around him even more, causing him to twitch in response.
He kissed you again, harder this time, like he was trying to pull your focus away from the discomfort. His fingers moved down to rub your clit, and you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as your body felt so sensitive, so fragile under his touch.
His kisses were messy and hungry, as though he were trying to pour all his frustrations from his hard cock into your mouth. When you shifted your hips slightly, he groaned sharply, biting down on your lower lip in response.
âBaby, stay still.â he breathed, holding your hips firmly in place.
âYou can move, Koo⌠I want you to feel good,â you said weakly, trying to roll your hips against him despite the lingering ache. The pain was still there, but with the way he was kissing you and touching you, pleasure was slowly starting to return.Â
He shook his head, tightening his grip on your hips as he kissed you again, trying to distract youâbut you didnât stop. You rolled your hips anyway, chasing the friction you needed, his cock brushing against you in a way that pulled a soft moan from your lips.
âBaby,â he warned.
You moved again, slower this time, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
The moment you let out another soft moan, something in him snapped. He let out a low growl and pinned your hips firmly against the bed, holding you still before suddenly pushing his throbbing cock harder inside you. Thrusting deeper and deeper until your body bounced against the mattress, his grip on your waist tightening enough to leave marks, his palms digging into your skin as your body trembled beneath him.
âGo on, you wanted to be fucked like this. right?â he taunted, his voice strained as he angled himself deeper, his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.
He tried to circle your hips against him, watching as you arched your back in pleasure and pain.
âMove your hips, baby⌠fuck me back,â he grunted.
You attempted to follow, but his pace was too fast and overwhelming, your body already slipping into overstimulation. Your moans grew louder as your pussy clenched around him, chasing another peak without even realizing it.
âIt feels so good.â you moaned, fingers tangling messily in his hair.
Jungkook groaned, biting lightly at your collarbones in pleasure. âYeah? Do you like playing with me?â he asked, rolling his hips against you, making your body jolt as your previous cum spilled out with every push.
You shivered at the way he said itâgoosebumps spreading across your skin. The phrase no longer sounded innocent like it used to.
âIâve been wanting to play with you like this,â he rasped, pulling out slightly before adjusting your position with ease, as if your body weighed nothing in his hands.
âWanted to make you cum like a good girl and give you my well-done kisses,â he murmured in a praising tone, carefully turning you until you were lying on your stomach.
You moaned loudly when he entered you from behind. You tried to arch your back, but his body stayed closeâhovering over you, keeping you pinned firmly to the bed. His tattooed arm circled your neck, not choking, but holding you in place so your face wouldnât press into the pillow. His lips brushed your cheek as his hot breath fanned across your skin, sending a tingling sensation through you.
Then suddenly, your eyes widenedâyou heard footsteps outside the corridor leading to your room.
You instinctively tried to move, panic flashing through you, but Jungkook pinned your body down, your protests muffled beneath his warm palm.
âY/N, my dear. Are you awake?ââ your momâs voice echoed behind the door.
You wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, wide eyes and panicking when you heard your mom twisting the locked doorknob.Â
âK-Kooâmmph,â you muffled against his hand, trying to move, but he only pinned you down more firmly.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? Wanna stop?â he whispered lowly behind your ear, his cock twitching every time you shifted beneath him.
Jungkook slid his fingers into your mouth. âIs my baby a whore? hmm?â he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he continued moving slowly, deliberately, every drag of him inside you controlled and unhurried.
You tried so hard to stay quiet, desperately sucking on his fingers to keep your moans contained. His other arm stayed wrapped around your neck, holding you just tight enough to make your head spin, your eyes already glassy and red-rimmed.
âJungkook, dear?â your mom called from outside. Usually, she would scold both of you for staying up too late.
Jungkook didnât stop. Instead, his lips grazed the shell of your ear, his thick veiny cock grinding and circling.Â
âSo tight,â he whispered, dangerously low, his pace slow enough that every movement made your walls feel him even deeper. His crown brushed that spongey spot inside you again and again, drawing out your arousal until you could feel it leaking onto the sheets beneath you.
You whimpered, but he only pushed his fingers further into your mouth, keeping you quiet while he continued moving at that slow, torturous rhythm. ââQuiet baby, canât let her know Iâm fucking her sweet little daughter, hmm?ââ
Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around him as he groaned softly, his lips parting in pleasure. Every time he pushed in, your body seemed to pull him back in even harderâyour warmth swallowing him completely.
You were shaking, saliva pooling messily on his fingers as you moved your legs weakly, trying to stop his movements because it was getting too much.
When you heard your mom sigh and finally walk away from the door, Jungkook slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, immediately tilting your head up so he could kiss you.Â
âYouâre so dirty,â he murmured against your lips, voice low and degrading. âGetting fucked in your childhood bedroom like a good little whore.â
You came so hard from his words, his dirty whispers sending you completely over the edge. Whimpering when he held you down to chase his own pleasure, your body hypersensitive and trembling uncontrollably.
Jungkook groaned, your orgasm making him twitch as he came hard inside you. He angled his hips deeper, pushing in as far as he could, his cock oversensitive but he didnât stop thrusting, the sensation making him whimper as he bit his lip hard, pushing his softening cock deeper, his balls tightening as he spilled his hot load inside you.
âKooâŚâ you said weakly, wincing when you felt his cum being pushed deeper and deeper.
You were about to close your eyes when you felt him harden again, his cock throbbing inside your spent pussy. He suddenly pulled out and lifted your body up, your eyes widening when you saw himâ red and hard again, his shaft coated with thick white juices from both of your arousal.
He pulled your hair gently, standing at the edge of the bed, urging you to come closer.
âPlay with my cock,â he rasped, letting go of your hair to hold the base of himself, offering it to you.
You swallowed harshly, weakly wrapping your hand around him. His cock felt heavy in your palm, every vein noticeable against your skin.
âLike this?â you asked innocently, looking up at him while moving your hand up and down, rolling your palm over him in slow strokes.
Jungkook bit his lip, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. âYes, baby. Give it a nice squeeze for me.â he praised softly.
You smiled, eager to please him, picking up your pace and squeezing his cock while keeping your eyes on his.
His lips parted slightly, jaw tightening at the sight of you. His cock throbbed in your hand, chasing another release, your hand soft and perfect around his girth.
âSuck the tip for me, baby,â he breathed.
You immediately obeyed, opening your mouth and taking just the tip in, sucking on it like itâs your favorite dessert. The moment he moaned, you tried to take more of him, your tongue sliding along the underside of his crown as saliva gathered at your lips.
He cursed under his breath, quickly gripping your hair and pulling you back slightly. âItâs okay, baby⌠just the tip,â he whispered, softer now when he noticed your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.
You shook your head lightly. âNo, I wanna make you cum, Koo. Use my mouth, please,â you said in a small, sweet voice, pouting up at him.
He groaned lowly, the sound strainedâlike he was barely holding himself together. He swore he almost lost it from your pleading alone.
âStick your tongue out,â he ordered.
You obeyed immediately, sticking out your tongue all the way out for him.
He crouched down slightly and spat onto your tongue, holding the base of his cock as he tapped his tip against it, spreading the saliva before guiding you back in.
ââPut your hands behind my thighs, baby.â he groaned.
Your small hands gripped the back of his thighs for support while both of his hands steadied your head.
You gagged when he pushed in deeper, his grip tightening in your hair every time he pulled back. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth, drawing out a rough moan from him. Your mouth was spilling with precum and saliva, gargling sounds escaping as he controlled the pace.
His cock was so big and salty, his plump crown hitting the back of your throat. You twirled your tongue around his length, occasionally sucking the tip and spitting to make him wetter, tracing the veins with your tongue while your other hand moved to massage his balls.
âFuck, baby. You're doing so good,â he groaned.
âU-Use me, please.â you cried, letting go of his cock to press it against your cheeks, breathing heavily before spitting on it and catching it with your tongue, licking your dripping saliva from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip, repeating the motion again and again while maintaining eye contact.
Jungkook groaned. You were acting like a perfect little slut for him. âBaby, youâre such a dirty little whore,â he said, pulling your hair until your lips parted from the pain. âDo you like sucking my cock?â
You nodded eagerly, trying to suck his tip again, fluttering your eyelashes as if to impress him.
âLike it so much,â you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before guiding his hand so he could use you.
Jungkook cursed, his patience running thin at how desperate you were, his eyes rolling back as he saw your inner thighs already dripping with a fresh gush of arousal.
Tears slipped down your cheeks when he pulled your hair to guide your mouth, his cock pushing further until your nose brushed against the soft patch of his pubic hair. He kept you still, his grip firm, as you felt him use your mouth like a fleshlight, whimpering harshly when he looked down and saw how beautiful and needy you were for him. With a final swirl of your tongue, he finally spilled inside your mouth, his cock pulsating against your tongue as you made sure to swallow everything eagerly, like a good girl.
When he released you, you almost collapsed onto the bedâdizzy and breathless, your jaw aching from the strain, your cheeks still wet with tears.
He pulled you back up immediately, squishing your cheeks so your lips parted slightly. Leaning in, he kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your swollen mouth. He groaned as he tasted his own salty cum, swallowing it messily before deepening the kiss, licking into you until nothing was left.
âYou okay, pretty?â he asked softly, fixing a strand of hair that had stuck to your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.
You nodded weakly, smiling at him despite everything, a little happy that you made him feel good. âYes, Koo.â
As the sweet girl you always were, a part of you still lingered in uncertaintyâquietly wondering if you really made him feel as good as he made you feel.Â
You had no experience, nothing to compare it to. Although you tried to please him as best you could, you were still unsure, a little insecure, your thoughts circling back on themselves in soft, persistent doubt.
Jungkookâs brows furrowed. He sat down on the bed and pulled you gently into his lap, concern flickering across his face as he noticed you avoiding his gaze.
âBaby?â he called softly.
He kissed your cheek, and although he was getting hard again, he pushed his own desire aside the moment he saw your sad little pout.
âBaby, was I too rough?â he asked softly.
Your cheeks burned as you fiddled with your fingers. âNo, Koo⌠justââ you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by your own thoughts.
âd-did I make you feel good too?â you asked, biting your lip as your gaze lifted to himâsoft, searching, and a little shyâunable to hide how much you wanted to please him, how deeply you didnât want to disappoint him.
He groaned lowly, his hold on you tightening as he gently rocked your body. âOf course, baby. You made me cum so hard,â he said, kissing your cheek again.
You pouted, a little relieved at that, your adorable eyes sparkling again.
âMy poor clueless, baby.â he murmured, his kisses trailing down your neck as he inhaled your scent. âYour shy little kisses make me tremble, why are you even worried?â he whispered.
Slowly, he shifted you in front of him, lifting your legs and spreading them on either side of his thighs.
You gasped when you saw your reflection in the mirror across the roomâyour cheeks flushed, your skin marked in places from his kisses and grip, your legs spread open while he continued trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck.
âLook at yourself,â he murmured, holding your cheek so you faced the mirror properly, his dark eyes roaming over your reflection.
You tried to look away, shy and overwhelmed at how exposed you were, but he tightened his grip on your cheeks gently, his other tattooed hand sliding down to part your folds.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he said softly, his gaze fixed on you, while you could feel his hard cock pressed against your lower back.
You shivered when he licked up your neck messily, his other hand toying with your nipple while he kept your pussy open, your juices slowly leaking from your tight hole.
âMake me cum again,â he whispered, pulling your hood up to expose your swollen clit, his middle finger circling it slowly. âRub your clit for me.â
Your eyes widened, your small hand shakily reaching down, his dark eyes following your every movementâlike a predator watching its prey.
Your breath hitched as you slowly began to rub yourself, his fingers still holding you open while his gaze stayed fixed on your pussy.
âThatâs it⌠rub harder, baby.â he encouraged, pulling at your nipples while grinding his hard cock behind you. You could feel his precum smearing along your lower back as he moved.
You obeyed, rubbing harder, your legs trembling as another wave of pleasure began to build. The way his tattooed fingers kept you open felt so sinfulâyou could see how pink and swollen you were from how hard he had fucked you earlier.
âCan you feel my cock, baby?â he murmured, his tip brushing against your lower back as his hips pressed into you more insistently. His tongue traced the shell of your ear. âYou make me feel so good, I could cum just watching you play with your little clit like that.â
You came hard, your body shaking and gasping as pleasure pulsed through you in overwhelming waves, your clit throbbing rapidly beneath your fingers while his hand kept you open, making sure he could see every twitch and tremble.
Jungkook groaned behind you, eyes widening as he felt himself cum on your lower back, releasing so much that he had to pull you closer, almost trapping you against him. He whispered curses against your ear, grinding through his release until it became too much, overstimulation hitting him hard.
âFuck, I love you so much, baby.â he breathed, pulling you into a tighter hug.
You smiled weakly, still catching your breath. âI love you too, Koo.â
You turned to face him, reaching for his glasses. He looked at you dreamily, pouting the moment you slipped them off his face.
âBaby, no⌠I wanna see you,â he said weakly, reaching for you again.
But you only giggled, standing up with wobbly legs, tossing his glasses onto your small pink couch.
âWhereâs my nerd?â you teased, circling your arms around him playfully.
He smiled, lips still slightly swollen and red, looking up at you with soft, dazed eyesâcompletely undone, but warm, and impossibly fond as he stayed right where you pulled him. His hands settled at your waist like it was the only place they were meant to be.
âStill here,â his voice low and lazy, like he had no intention of going anywhere at all as long as you were holding him like that.
Blueberry cheesecake. The kind of sweetness that hits first with a soft comfort, then lingers with a quiet edge of something deeperâsomething that stays on the tongue long after the last biteâŚand somehow, like the final piece snapping into placeâŚ
the lego hearts heâd been trying to build for years were now finally complete in your hands.
SYNOPSIS: jungkook was a bad boyfriend, obviously so. he never brought you flowers, rarely texted you back, stayed out all hours of the night, but all of that didn't matter when he you fucked so good.
STARRING : âď¸ âŞ¨ďš toxic!jungkook & fem reader
WARNINGS: smut mdni, toxic relationships, established relationship, oral (f. rec), face fucking, use of the world slut, rough sex, doggystyle, spanking, choking, etc.
âš word count âśďš5k
The apartment is too quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your skin and makes every tick of the wall clock feel like an accusation. Youâve been curled on the couch for hours now, knees drawn up under the oversized black t-shirt that still smells like him, cologne, faint laundry detergent, and the ghost of whatever club he disappeared into tonight. Your phone lies face-down on the coffee table. Three texts. Thatâs all you allowed yourself. Where are you? Itâs almost midnight. Just tell me youâre alive. No calls. No double texts. You refuse to be that girl, even though every part of you wants to scream.
Itâs 3:47 a.m. when the lock finally scrapes. The sound cuts through the stillness like a match strike. You donât move. Your heart doesâ stupid, traitorous thingâ but your body stays rooted, arms wrapped around your shins, eyes fixed on the dark hallway. Footsteps, heavy and familiar. The soft thud of boots being kicked off. A low sigh that tells you he already knows exactly what kind of night this is going to be.
Jungkook appears in the doorway like he owns every shadow in the room. His hoodie is half-zipped, revealing the sharp line of his collarbone and the thin silver chain that always rests against his chest. His hair is a mess of dark waves, tousled as if fingers, maybe his, maybe notâ had been running through it all night. Thereâs a faint flush on his cheeks and a sheen of sweat at his temples. He looks like sin wrapped in expensive fabric, and the worst part is how effortlessly beautiful he still is at nearly four in the morning.
âBaby,â he murmurs, voice gravel-rough from smoke and shouting over music. He doesnât even pretend to look guilty as he crosses the room, eyes locked on you with that heavy-lidded stare that always makes your stomach twist. âYouâre still up.â
You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady even though your pulse is hammering in your throat. âYouâre four hours late, Jungkook. Four. I waited like an idiot again.â
He exhales through his nose, slow and tired, but thereâs no real apology in it. Instead of heading to the shower or offering excuses, he drops to his knees right there in front of the couch, like the floor is exactly where he belongs when heâs trying to fix things. His large hands slide up your bare thighs, pushing the hem of his t-shirt higher with deliberate patience. The heat of his palms burns against your skin, thumbs stroking lazy circles that make your legs tremble despite how furious you are.
âI know,â he says softly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your knee, then higher, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks up your spine. âPhone died somewhere around two. Got caught up with the guys at the studio, then the after-party ran late. Iâm sorry, baby. I shouldâve texted from someone elseâs phone.â
The words are smooth, practiced, and they mean almost nothing. You can smell the night on him, whiskey, cigarette smoke, the faint metallic tang of club air, and it only sharpens the ache in your chest. You grab his jaw, fingers digging into the sharp edge of it, forcing those dark eyes up to meet yours. His lips are already parted, glistening slightly, and the sight of him like this, on his knees, looking up at you like youâre the only thing he wants right now, makes something deep inside you clench with both rage and raw need. âYou never text back anymore,â you whisper, voice cracking despite your best effort. âYou disappear for hours, sometimes days. You forgot the flowers I asked for last week. You forgot my fucking birthday dinner two months ago. And Iâm still here, waiting like some patheticââ
He cuts you off by pushing your thighs apart slowly, reverently, like heâs unwrapping something sacred. The cool air hits your bare core and you realize with a flush of embarrassment and heat that youâre already wet. Of course you are. You always are for him, even when you hate him.
âShh,â Jungkook breathes against your inner thigh, lips brushing higher, closer. âIâll buy you flowers tomorrow. A whole fucking garden if you want. Right nowâŚâ His tongue drags a slow, wet stripe up your slit, savoring the taste of you like heâs been starving for it all night. âI just wanna eat this pretty pussy until you forget every bad thing I did.â
You try to hold onto the anger, but the first swipe of his tongueâ flat, broad, and greedy, rips a broken moan from your throat. He doesnât tease. He devours. His mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard while two thick fingers push inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your vision blur. The wet sounds are obscene in the quiet apartment, slick and filthy as he works you open with practiced hunger.
Your hands fly to his hair, gripping the dark strands tight enough to hurt, but he only groans against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. He eats you like a man trying to apologize with his tongue, long, slow licks followed by fast, relentless flicks that have your hips jerking against his face. His free hand pins your thigh down, keeping you spread wide so he can bury his face deeper, nose pressed against your mound as he drinks every drop of you.
âFuckâ Jungkookââ The words dissolve into a whimper. Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure sting at the corners of your eyes. You hate how good he is at this. Hate how he knows exactly how to twist his fingers, how to hum and suck and lap at you until your legs shake uncontrollably. The coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, every drag of his tongue pushing you closer to the edge you donât want to fall over yet. Not when youâre still so mad.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your arousal. His eyes are blown black with lust, but thereâs that familiar smug little tilt to his mouth. âStill mad, baby?â he asks, voice husky as he curls his fingers again, slow and deep. He leans in and licks you again, slower this time, torturously gentle, dragging the flat of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your swollen clit. âGood. Stay mad for me. I fuck you so much better when youâre angry.â
Then his mouth is back on you, sucking hard, fingers pumping faster, and you come undone with a shattered cry, back arching, thighs clamping around his head as waves of blinding pleasure crash through you. He doesnât stop. He keeps licking you through it, gentler now but no less hungry, drawing out every last tremor until youâre a trembling, breathless mess on the couch.
He doesnât give you any time to come down. The moment your thighs stop shaking, Jungkook rises from his knees in one fluid motion, towering over you with that dark, predatory glint in his eyes. His lips are still glistening with your release, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like itâs nothing, like he hasnât just ruined you on the living room couch at four in the morning. Before you can even catch your breath, he drops onto the couch beside you, legs spread wide in those tight black jeans, the obvious bulge straining against the fabric impossible to ignore.
âFuck, baby,â he groans, voice low and wrecked as he leans back against the cushions, one arm draped along the back of the couch. His free hand palms himself slowly through his pants, squeezing the thick outline of his cock while his hooded eyes stay locked on you. âYou taste so fucking good when youâre mad at me. Come here⌠please.â
The word âpleaseâ sounds almost foreign coming from him, Jungkook rarely begs for anything, but right now it drips from his lips like honey, needy and rough. He reaches for your wrist, tugging you gently but insistently until youâre shifted toward him, your body still buzzing from the aftershocks. You can see the way his chest rises and falls faster, the slight sheen of sweat on his neck, the way his tongue darts out to wet his swollen bottom lip. He looks desperate, hips twitching up into his own hand like he canât help it.
âIâve been thinking about your mouth all night,â he admits, voice dropping even lower as he pops the button on his jeans and slowly drags the zipper down. The sound is loud in the quiet room. âEvery time I was out there, all I could picture was you on your knees, choking on me like you do so well. Câmon, baby⌠I need it. I need you.â
He frees himself with a relieved hiss, his cock springing up heavy and flushed against his stomach, thick, veined, the tip already leaking and glistening under the low lamplight. Jungkook wraps one large hand around the base and strokes himself once, twice, slow and teasing, his breath hitching as he watches your reaction. You hate how your mouth waters at the sight, how your thighs press together again even though you just came.
âPlease,â he repeats, softer this time, almost whimpering as he leans his head back against the couch, exposing the column of his throat. His hand keeps moving lazily, thumb swiping over the head to spread the bead of precum. âIâve been so fucking hard for hours. Just suck me, baby. Iâll be good after this, I swear. Iâll stay home tomorrow. Iâll get you those flowers⌠whatever you want. Just put that pretty mouth on me. Iâm begging you.â
His words are a dangerous mix of filth and false promises, the kind he always breaks, but the desperation in his voice chips away at your resolve. You can see the way his abs clench under his hoodie, the faint tremble in his thighs as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting into his own fist. Jungkookâs eyes flutter half-closed, dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, and he bites his lip hard when he squeezes the head of his cock again.
âLook at me,â he murmurs, reaching out to thread his fingers through your hair, not pushing, just cradling your head with surprising gentleness. "Please, baby. Suck my cock. Iâll lose my mind if you donât.â
You lean in before your brain can catch up to the anger still simmering in your chest, lips brushing the flushed, leaking tip of his cock. The taste of him, salty, musky, so undeniably Jungkook, floods your mouth as you part your lips and take just the head inside, swirling your tongue slow and deliberate around the sensitive slit. He hisses sharply above you, hips twitching like heâs fighting the urge to buck up already, one hand still tangled gently in your hair while the other grips the edge of the couch cushion hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
âFuck, yes⌠just like that, baby,â he groans, voice thick and low, eyes half-lidded as he watches you with that intense, dark stare that always makes your stomach flip. âYou look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Even when youâre mad at me, you still drop to your knees like a good little girlfriend. Thatâs why I keep coming back to you, you know? No one else sucks me like this. No one else makes me feel this fucking desperate.â
His words are laced with that familiar manipulation, the kind that always creeps in when heâs like this, sweet enough to sound like praise, but sharp enough to remind you exactly where you stand. You hollow your cheeks and sink down further, taking more of his thick length until he bumps the back of your throat, and Jungkook lets out a wrecked moan that vibrates through his chest. His fingers tighten in your hair, not pulling yet, just holding you there as you bob slowly, tongue pressing flat against the thick vein running underneath.
âYouâre too good to me,â he murmurs, the lie slipping out so easily between heavy breaths. âI know I donât deserve this. I know I fucked up again tonight⌠staying out, not texting, forgetting all that shit you asked for. But you still take care of me, donât you? You still let me use this pretty mouth because deep down you know I need you. Only you. If you really loved me, youâd take me deeper right now⌠show me how much you forgive me.â
The words sting even as they make heat pool low in your belly again. You hate how easily he twists things, how he turns your own frustration into something that feels like your fault, but you do exactly what he wants anyway, relaxing your throat and pushing forward until your nose brushes the dark hair at his base, swallowing around him. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the stretch, spit already dripping down your chin, but the way Jungkookâs head falls back against the couch with a guttural âShitâ baby, youâre perfectâ makes it worth it. His thighs tremble under your hands where you brace yourself on them, muscles rock-hard from the effort of staying still.
He lets you set the pace for a few more long, wet strokes, slow drags of your lips up to the tip where you suck hard on the head, then sinking all the way down again until your throat flutters around him. Every time you pull back for air heâs right there with the praise and the guilt, voice hoarse and manipulative. âSee? This is why I canât stay away. Youâre the only one who knows exactly how I like it. Fuck, donât stop.â
But the longer you work him, the more his control frays. His hips start to cant up into your mouth on every downstroke, chasing the wet heat of your throat. You feel the exact moment he snaps, the gentle hand in your hair suddenly gripping tighter, fingers fisting at the roots as he holds you steady. âBaby⌠I need more,â he pants, eyes blown wide and glassy when they meet yours again. âLet me fuck your face. Please. Iâve been thinking about this tight little throat all night. You can take it, right? You always take it so well for me.â
You barely have time to nod before heâs shifting forward on the couch, both hands now cradling your head as he starts to thrust, shallow at first, testing, but quickly turning deeper, harder. The wet, obscene sounds of your mouth fill the apartment as he fucks into you with measured rolls of his hips, the head of his cock sliding over your tongue and bumping the back of your throat on every push. Spit runs freely down your chin and onto your chest now, mixing with the tears that slip down your cheeks from the intensity, but Jungkook just groans louder, hips snapping a little faster.
âFuck, look at you,â he rasps, voice cracking with how good it feels. âTaking my cock like you were made for it.â His thrusts grow rougher, more erratic, the grip on your hair bordering on painful as he holds you in place and drives deeper, the lewd slap of his balls against your chin echoing with every motion. You gag softly around him and he moans like itâs the best sound heâs ever heard, hips stuttering. âThatâs itâ make those noises for me. Let me ruin this mouth a little. Youâre doing so good, baby. So fucking good. Just a little more and Iâll give you everything you want⌠I swear.â
Heâs lost in it now, face flushed, lips parted, dark hair sticking to his forehead as he fucks your mouth with deep, claiming strokes that leave you dizzy and aching between your own legs again. The manipulation keeps spilling out between broken groansââYou forgive me, donât you? Say it with your throat full of my cockââbut all you can do is moan around him, hands clutching his thighs for balance while he uses you exactly how he needs.
Jungkookâs thrusts into your throat grow sloppier, more desperate, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency as his cock swells thicker against your tongue. His breathing is ragged, broken moans spilling from his lips while both hands fist tight in your hair, holding you down as he fucks your face like he owns it. You can feel him getting close, the way his thighs tense under your palms, the constant twitch and throb of his cock, the way his abs clench every time you swallow around him.
But right when you think heâs about to spill down your throat, he yanks you off him with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock. You gasp for air, coughing softly, tears streaking your cheeks and chin shiny with mess. Jungkook stares down at you with wild, blown-out eyes, chest heaving, his hand wrapping around the base of his throbbing length to squeeze hard and stave off his orgasm.
âNot yet,â he growls, voice hoarse and commanding. âI donât wanna come in your mouth tonight, baby. I need to be inside you. Need to fill this tight little pussy up until youâre dripping with me.â He leans forward, cupping your jaw almost tenderly, thumb brushing your bottom lip even as his words turn filthy and manipulative. âYouâre gonna let me, right? After everything I put you through tonight⌠after making you wait and worry⌠youâre still gonna let me fuck you raw and come deep inside where I belong. Thatâs how I know you love me. Only good girls let their boyfriends breed them when theyâve been bad.â
Before you can respond, heâs moving, fast, strong, and relentless. He grabs your waist and flips you over the couch like you weigh nothing, shoving your chest down against the cushions so your ass is raised high for him. The oversized t-shirt rides up your back, exposing you completely. His hands spread your cheeks roughly, and you feel the blunt, wet head of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance, teasing once, twice, before he slams in with one brutal thrust.
You cry out, the stretch intense and perfect as he buries himself to the hilt in a single motion. Jungkook doesnât give you time to adjust. He pulls back almost all the way and drives in again, harder, setting a punishing rhythm right from the start. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the apartment, loud, wet, obscene, as he fucks you like heâs trying to punish you and worship you at the same time.
âFuckâ so tight,â he groans, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other fists into your hair, yanking your head back so your back arches sharply. âThis pussy was made for me. Even when Iâm a shitty boyfriend, you still get this wet for me. Still clench around my cock like youâll die if I stop.â His hips snap forward relentlessly, each thrust deep and brutal, the angle letting him hit that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes. The couch creaks under the force of it, your knees sliding on the cushions as he rails you harder.
He leans over your back, chest pressed to you, lips brushing your ear as he keeps pounding into you. âThatâs it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch like the forgiving little slut you are for me.â His free hand comes down in a sharp smack on your ass, then again on the other cheek, the sting blooming hot as he keeps driving into you without mercy. âYou forgive me, donât you? Say it. Tell me you forgive your bad boyfriend while Iâm balls-deep inside you.â
The pace is mercilessâ long, powerful strokes that leave you gasping and moaning into the couch cushion, your hands clutching at the fabric for any kind of anchor. Jungkook straightens up again, both hands on your hips now, pulling you back onto his cock with every forward thrust so the slap of your bodies grows even louder. Heâs fucking you so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach, the wet squelch of your arousal coating his length and dripping down your thighs with every brutal plunge.
âYouâre mine,â he pants, voice breaking with how good it feels. âNo matter how late I stay out, no matter how many times I fuck up⌠this pussy is still mine. And Iâm gonna fill it up until youâre leaking me for days. Would you like that, baby? Walking around with my cum inside you, knowing exactly what a shitty boyfriend I am while still letting me breed you?â
His rhythm turns even more savage, hips slamming against your ass so hard youâre sure youâll be sore tomorrow. One hand snakes around to rub tight, fast circles on your clit, and the sudden added stimulation has you shaking, another orgasm building dangerously fast under his relentless assault. Your mind is completely gone.
Youâre a moaning, sobbing mess beneath him, face buried in the couch cushion as Jungkook rails you from behind with that brutal, unforgiving rhythm. Every thrust punches a broken cry out of your throat, your voice hoarse and wrecked from how deep heâs hitting. Your pussy clenches around his thick cock like it never wants to let him go, slick sounds echoing obscenely with every slap of his hips against your ass. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leak from the corners of your eyes, mixing with the spit still drying on your chin.
âJ-Jungkookâ fuck, pleaseââ you sob, the words slurred and desperate. Your whole body trembles, thighs shaking violently as another orgasm threatens to rip through you. Heâs so deep like this, stretching you wide, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until you feel like youâre going to shatter.
But just as your walls start fluttering hard around him, right when youâre about to tip over the edge, Jungkook suddenly pulls out with a wet, filthy sound.
The sudden emptiness is devastating. A broken wail tears from your throat as you cry out, actual tears spilling down your cheeks now. âNoâ no, please donât stop,â you sob pathetically, hips pushing back desperately into nothing, searching for his cock. âJungkook, pleaseâ I was so close, I need you inside me, pleaseââ
The loss hits you harder than it should, your pussy clenching around empty air, aching and dripping. You feel pathetic, crying over your shitty boyfriendâs cock like this, but you canât stop the tears or the desperate little whimpers escaping you. Jungkook lets out a dark, satisfied chuckle behind you, his hands gripping your hips tight. âLook at you⌠crying because I pulled out for two seconds,â he murmurs, voice dripping with that smug, manipulative edge. âSo fucking needy for me even when I treat you like this. Thatâs my good girl. Only I can make you cry like this, huh?â
Before you can beg again, he flips you over onto your back with ease, manhandling you until youâre sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide for him. Your chest heaves, face flushed and tear-streaked, the oversized t-shirt bunched up around your waist. Jungkook looms over you, cock slick and angry-red, hovering just above your dripping entrance as he drinks in the sight of youâ ruined, desperate, and completely his.
âShh, baby, Iâve got you,â he coos, but thereâs nothing soft about the way he grabs your thighs and pushes them back toward your chest, folding you in half. âIâm not done with you yet. I need to see your face when I fill you up.â
He lines himself up and slams back inside you in one brutal thrust, burying every inch to the hilt. You screamâ loud and rawâ back arching clean off the couch as he immediately sets a merciless pace. The new angle is even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every savage snap of his hips. Skin slaps loudly against skin, your wetness coating his pelvis and dripping down your ass as he fucks you like heâs trying to break you.
âFuckâ yes, thatâs it,â Jungkook groans, eyes locked on your tear-stained face with dark hunger. âCry for me, baby. Let me see how much you need this cock.â His hips piston relentlessly, pounding into you so hard the couch shifts beneath you. One hand braces beside your head while the other wraps around your throat, not squeezing hard, just holding you there, possessive and controlling. âYouâre such a mess for me. Look at you sobbing and moaning like a little slut while I ruin this pussy. But you love it, donât you? You love when I fuck you stupid.â
You can barely form words anymore, just high, broken moans and whimpers falling from your lips with every devastating thrust. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his hoodie as he drives into you harder, faster, grinding deep on every stroke so your clit rubs against his pelvis. The pressure builds again, white-hot and overwhelming, your walls fluttering wildly around his thick length.
Jungkook leans down, biting at your bottom lip before kissing you messily, all tongue and teeth. âTell me youâre mine,â he growls against your mouth, hips never slowing. âTell me youâll keep letting me fuck you like this no matter how many times I fuck up. Say it, baby. Say youâll always be my good little cumdump even when Iâm a bad boyfriend.â
His pace turns punishing, hips slamming into you so hard your vision whites out. He angles just right, hitting that spot inside you over and over until youâre screaming his name, body seizing as your orgasm crashes through you violently. Your pussy spasms hard around him, gushing wetly as you shake and cry through the intensity. But Jungkook doesnât stop. He fucks you straight through it, groaning at how tightly you squeeze him, chasing his own release with deep, brutal strokes. "I'm Yours" You cry out.
âFuck, babyâ youâre squeezing me so tight,â he groans, voice ragged and broken as he stares down at your tear-streaked face. His hand tightens slightly around your throat, thumb pressing just under your jaw so he can feel every desperate moan vibrate against his palm.
His pace turns savage, hips slamming into you with wet, punishing slaps that echo through the quiet apartment. The couch creaks even more dangerously beneath you as he folds you even tighter, knees nearly pressed to your shoulders, cock plunging so deep you swear you can feel him rearranging your insides. Sweat drips from his forehead onto your chest, his dark hair messy and clinging to his skin, lips parted as broken grunts and moans spill out.
âIâm so close,â he pants, eyes wild and possessive. âGonna fill you up, baby. Gonna pump this tight little cunt full of my cum until itâs leaking out of you for hours. You want that, donât you? Want your bad boyfriend to breed you raw after treating you like shit all night?â He leans down, biting at your neck, sucking a fresh mark into your skin as his thrusts grow erratic and desperate. âSay it. Tell me you want my load. Tell me youâll keep taking it no matter what I do.â
Youâre barely coherent anymore, just a sobbing, moaning wreck beneath him, nodding frantically as another wave of overwhelming pleasure builds. âYesâ yes, please, Jungkookâ I want it,â you cry out, voice hoarse and shattered. âCome inside meâ please fill me upââ
Thatâs all it takes.
Jungkook buries himself to the hilt with a guttural, broken moan, hips stuttering as his cock pulses hard inside you. You feel every thick spurt as he comes, hot, heavy ropes of cum flooding deep into your pussy, painting your walls white. He grinds against you through it, hips rolling in slow, deep circles to push his release even further inside, making sure you take every last drop. The warmth spreads through your belly, so much that you can feel your lower abdomen swell slightly from how full heâs making you.
âFuck, take it all, baby,â he groans against your neck, voice wrecked with pleasure as he keeps coming, long and intense, his cock twitching with every pulse. âThatâs my good girl⌠milking every drop like you were made for this. My cum belongs right here, deep inside this pretty pussy where no one else gets to touch.â
He stays buried inside you even after the last shudder wracks his body, collapsing on top of you with his full weight, cock still twitching and plugging you full. Thick globs of his cum have already started to leak out around where heâs stretching you open, dripping slowly down your ass and onto the couch. Jungkook presses lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and throat, murmuring soft, toxic little praises between heavy breaths.
âYouâre so perfect for me,â he whispers, nuzzling into your neck, one hand gently stroking your hair now that the frenzy has passed. He rolls his hips once more, pushing his softening cock deeper just to feel the mess he made, a low satisfied hum vibrating in his chest. âStay like this for a while. I wanna keep my cum inside you as long as possible.â
You lie there beneath him, trembling and utterly spent, tears still drying on your cheeks while his warmth leaks out of you. The anger from earlier feels distant now, drowned out by the heavy, satisfied ache between your legs and the weight of his body pressing you into the cushions.
synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the cityâs most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesnât just offer adviceâ he shows you exactly how itâs supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.
warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader.
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The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasnât the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just⌠fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadnât. Not even close.
In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasnât mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldnât feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.
Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didnât quite know how to voice. âGoodnight, baby,â he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.
âGoodnight,â you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.
You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one youâd come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.
You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt youâd thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperateâ the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.
Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card youâd tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couplesâ intimacy issues. Youâd stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was⌠how hands-on.
Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappearedâ the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldnât keep going on like this. Something had to change.
The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last nightâs secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibratorâs buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.
All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.
You went through the motionsâ making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks Iâm unhappy with him as a person and not just⌠this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couplesâ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.
By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldnât stop racing.
Halfway through the meal, you couldnât take it anymore.
Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.
Soobinâs voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.
It wasnât the frustrated kind youâd feared. It was⌠relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.
âYouâve been thinking about this for a while, havenât you?â he asked quietly.
You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. âYes. I⌠I know things havenât been great. Between us. In bed. I know youâve felt it too.â
Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you againâ really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.
âI have,â he admitted, voice low. âIâve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you donât⌠every time you make those little sounds like youâre trying to spare my feelings.â He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. âI didnât know how to bring it up. I didnât want you to think I donât want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just⌠I donât know how to fix it.â
The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. âI donât want to keep pretending everythingâs fine when itâs not,â you whispered. âI think⌠maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what theyâre doing.â
Soobin glanced back down at Jungkookâs name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. âOkay,â he said softly. âIf youâre sure you want to do this⌠then Iâm in. Weâll do it together.â
You let out a shaky breath you didnât realize youâd been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.
The waiting room of Jeon Jungkookâs private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.
You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldnât stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.
Finally, the door opened.
Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.
He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.
You couldnât stop staring.
Jungkook didnât speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldnât tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.
After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.
His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. âHello,â he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. âIâm Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. Iâve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.â He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. âSo⌠why donât you tell me what brought you here today?â
You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.
You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of âfineâ could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkookâs gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.
Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you werenât fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didnât know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.
Jungkook listened intently the entire time.
His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didnât interrupt. He didnât offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.
When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.
âI appreciate how open youâve both been so far,â he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. âBut to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly⌠what does it actually look like when youâre together?â
You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobinâs hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. âLetâs start with positions,â he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. âWhat positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor inâ duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?â
The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkookâs gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at youâ focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.
You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. âWe⌠we mostly just do missionary,â you admitted, cheeks burning. âItâs what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes Iâll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do⌠thereâs not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesnât feel⌠right.â
Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didnât look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.
âAnd how long does it usually last?â he asked, voice smooth. âFrom the moment clothes come off to when itâs over. Be honest.â
Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. âMaybe⌠ten to fifteen minutes?â he offered quietly. âSometimes less. I try to hold out, butâŚâ
You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. âItâs not that itâs bad,â you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. âItâs just⌠short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I donât know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. Thereâs no real⌠intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.â
Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. âNo oral?â he asked calmly. âNo doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?â
Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldnât be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what youâd been missing.
Soobin shook his head slowly. âWeâve tried oral a few times, but⌠it doesnât last long. And no, weâve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didnât know how.â
You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. âItâs always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too⌠predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how itâs going to be forever.â
Jungkookâs eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. âI understand,â he said, voice dropping slightly. âYouâre stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration youâre both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.â
Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.
âIâve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,â he said, voice low and smooth. âWords and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. Iâd like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.â
He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. âI wonât do anything without your explicit consent,â Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. âThis would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. Iâll start slow. Iâll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your bodyâs responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.â
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobinâs hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.
Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never waveredâ calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. âYes,â you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, âYes⌠I want that.â
Jungkookâs lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. âAnd you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?â
Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. âIf she wants it⌠then yes.â Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.
âCome here,â he said softly. âLie back and get comfortable.â
Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.
He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. âRelax for me,â he murmured. âWeâre going to start very slow.â Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.
A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.
âSee how she responds when you take your time?â Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. âDonât rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.â
He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didnât even try to hold back.
Jungkookâs free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.
Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. âHow does that feel?â he asked you, voice husky. âBe honest.â
You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. âIt feels⌠really good,â you breathed, cheeks burning.
A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkookâs lips. âGood,â he murmured, leaning back down. âThen letâs continue.â Jungkookâs hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. âLetâs remove this,â he murmured, voice low and reassuring. âI want you to feel everything without barriers.â
His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.
The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined staresâ Soobinâs wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkookâs dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.
He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.
âWatch how Iâm touching her,â Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. âDonât just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this⌠feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until itâs sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? Thatâs what you want.â
You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.
After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkookâs hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. âStill okay?â he asked softly.
You nodded quickly, biting your lip. âYesâŚâ
With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything heâd done so far. Jungkookâs middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.
âFuck⌠sheâs soaked,â he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. âThis is key, Soobin. Donât rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?â
Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.
After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.
âSee that?â he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. âSheâs gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly⌠curl them like this⌠and listen to the sounds she makes.â He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Jungkookâs eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. âYouâre doing so well,â he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. âLet me hear you.â
Jungkookâs fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldnât hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. âAhâ fuck⌠Jungkookââ you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. âOh my god⌠it feels so goodââ
âThatâs it,â Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. âLet it out. Donât hold back for me.â His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.
Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything youâd felt in months.
Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. âIâm going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,â he told Soobin calmly. âThis combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.â
You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.
He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.
Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what heâd described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.
You were on cloud nine.
âFuckâ! Jungkookâ oh my fucking godââ you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.
Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. âSoobin,â Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. âCome closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.â
Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobinâs hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.
âBabyâ ahhâ it feels so good,â you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkookâs skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobinâs hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkookâs hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.
Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.
You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriendâs hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.
The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkookâs tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobinâs hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkookâs dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.
Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.
You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. âJungkookâ! Fuck, Iâm cummingâ!â Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobinâs hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another manâs mouth.
Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. âAre you both willing to continue?â he asked. âIâd like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what youâve been doing and what she actually needs.â
You didnât even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. âYes,â you breathed, almost desperately. âPlease⌠I want more.â
Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what heâd just witnessed, but he nodded as well. âIf she wants it⌠yes.â
A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkookâs lips. âGood,â he murmured. âIâm going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then Iâll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just⌠adequate.â
Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.
He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.
After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. âWatch carefully,â he told Soobin, voice rough. âThis is how you claim her.â
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.
You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. âFuck⌠so tight,â Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkookâs hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. âThatâs it,â he groaned, eyes locked on your face. âTake my cock. Feel how deep I am?â
Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.
Jungkookâs grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.
âFuckâ!â you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.
Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. âSoobin,â he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. âPlay with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.â
Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like heâd watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.
Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. âOh my godâ! Itâs so good⌠so fucking goodâ Jungkook, your cock is so bigâ I canâtâ ahh!â The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.
Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.
Soobinâs fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. âYou look so beautiful like this,â he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. âAll fucked out⌠youâre glowing. So fucking pretty when youâre moaning like that.â
His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobinâs hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkookâs forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. âYour dick is so big, it feels too good, I canât thinkâ please donât stopâ!â you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.
Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.
âThatâs right,â he growled, voice rough and low. âFeel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.â
He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkookâs thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.
The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkookâs cock slamming into you, combined with Soobinâs fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.
Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.
âJungkookâ! Iâm cummingâ fuck. â you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobinâs hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.
You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.
He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.
âThis is called the lotus position,â Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. âItâs intimate. Sheâs completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because sheâs full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.â
You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didnât even know existed.
âAhh! Jungkook!â you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. âItâs so deep⌠so fucking deep, oh my god.â
Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.
Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Thenâ smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. âFuck, thatâs it,â he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. âRide me just like that. Use my cock.â
He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.
You were lost in itâ sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkookâs cock and how his hands owned your ass.
Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. âThatâs my good girl⌠Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when youâre falling apart.â
You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkookâs thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. âJungkook⌠Jungkookâ fuck, Jungkookââ you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.
Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. âWhat is it, pretty girl?â he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. âWhat do you need? Tell me. Use your words.â
You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. âI want it from behind,â you begged, voice shaky and desperate. âPlease⌠I want you to fuck me from behind.â
Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. âGreedy girl,â he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.
He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. âSoobin, sit down right here,â he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobinâs lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.
You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.
Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.
âIâm going to eat her ass now,â Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. âMost men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.â Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.
A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. âOh my god!â you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.
You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobinâs thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. âFuckâ Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!â you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobinâs thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. âHear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what sheâs been missing.â Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.
Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobinâs thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didnât rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobinâs thighs.
Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldnât get enough.
Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.
Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. âNow Iâm going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.â
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkookâs cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.
A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didnât give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.
âFuckâ so tight,â he growled, voice low and strained.
Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobinâs thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.
âYou like that?â he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. âYou like being fucked like a little toy from behind?â
âYes! Yes, fuckâ Jungkook!â you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.
Jungkookâs pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.
Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobinâs thigh. Jungkookâs grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. âSoobin,â he said, breathing heavily. âGrab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.â
Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkookâs thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkookâs.
âThatâs it,â Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. âPull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.â
Soobinâs hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkookâs cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkookâs cock slam even deeper inside you.
A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. âOh my god!â you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobinâs familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkookâs massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity youâd never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkookâs thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.
Jungkook groaned in approval. âGood. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.â
Soobinâs grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkookâs cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder â the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkookâs hips.
You were falling apart between them.
âFuckâ fuckâ itâs so deep!â you cried out, voice muffled against Soobinâs thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobinâs legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. âJungkookâs cock is so big⌠Soobin, baby, heâs so deep inside meâ I canâtâ
Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkookâs cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. âThatâs it,â Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. âFeel how sheâs dripping down my cock? Sheâs fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.â
Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.
The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkookâs thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.
Jungkookâs breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. âFuckâ Iâm close,â he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. âGonna fill this pretty pussy up.â
You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkookâs pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.
The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkookâs grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. âThatâs it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.â
The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkookâs cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didnât stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.
âFuck, look at her,â Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. âSheâs squirting everywhere. Good girl⌠such a messy, beautiful girl.â
Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobinâs hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks heâd left behind.
Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. âThat,â he said calmly, âis what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.â He looked at you softly. âHow do you feel?â
You could barely speak, still floating. âIncredibleâŚâ you whispered hoarsely. âIâve never⌠felt anything like that.â
Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. âYou did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. Weâll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.â
He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.
As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldnât stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.
Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. âBook your next session soon,â he said with a small, knowing smirk. âWe still have a lot to work on⌠and I think you both know now how much she needs it.â
You left the office leaning on Soobinâs arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened⌠and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.
in which... you thought you absolutely hated your co-worker, the insufferable Jeon Jungkook. but then you slept together, you avoided himâand now he's at your door. -âáŻâś read part one ( here ) or not, this can also be a standalone !
pairing: jungkook x f!reader âś ( secret agents au )
word count: 9.5k
content warning: smut ( mdni ) âś angst âś mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, fights, sex, and lots of cursing.
notes: if the first part was inspired by "do I wanna know", this one's all lana's version of "you can be the boss". I'd also like to sincerely thank everybody who read it, and especially the ones who took the time to leave such amazing feedbackâthis would still be a single oneshot if not for you. hope you like this one as much !
đđđâđ đđđđđđ Jungkook to be pissed about it. And if he was, youâd have to admit he had a shred of right.
After all, youâd started it. Kissed him like you meant it, touched him like you owned him. Let him touch you like you were fragile and ruin you like youâd begged for it.
And then you left.
Crept out of his bed with first light spilling like confession over your bare skin. Not like a street cat, noâmore like a coward. A traitor to your own hunger.
Because the truth? You were scared.
That night, you thought you were scratching an itchâone born from years of tension, of mission-night adrenaline, of too-close brushes and unspoken dares. You told yourself it wasnât lust. That it wasnât him.
But the lie collapsed the moment he slid into you, and your world sharpened to the shape of him. This wasnât just hate, wasnât just needâit was a burn, a bind. A dangerous craving with teeth. A tether you didnât want, not with him.
Because if you stayed, if you let that moment become more than heat and fury, it might become something else entirely.
And that? That was terrifying.
Because how the hell could it work between you and Jungkook? You were field agents, ghosts in the night. Partners whose existence hinged on silence and steel. There was no room for thisânot when death stalked you like a shadow, not when one blink could mean gone.
Or worse, it had meant nothing to him. Just a night. Just a slip. A mistake he'd wipe clean without a second thought.
You knew his reputation. The smirks in the breakroom. The trail of wreckage with red-lipped grins.
Before you could spiral further into that hellscape of doubt, a knock shattered your thoughts.
You blinked. Shit. Yoongi.
Your neighbor-slash-informant. Supposed to stop by with intel. Beer and greasy wingsâyour agreed-upon cover for the handoff. One you were supposed to go through with Jungkook. Supposed being the operable word.
Youâd dodged every attempt he made to meet. Ghosted him. Not out of spite. Not out of professionalism.
But because being near him now? It felt like dancing barefoot on broken glassâbeautiful and brutal and destined to bleed.
No way in hell youâd sit beside him in some surveillance van with his knee brushing yours. Or worseâstraddle his bike again, chest to his back, arms tight around his waist like you had some right.
Besides, it had been reckless going to him that night. The remaining ghosts from the hard drive job were your cross to bear, not his. You couldnât risk dragging your partner into your unfinished business. So you used the time to hunt, to try and rewind your thoughts to a time when your hatred was clean and easy.
You werenât counting on Revenant assigning a new job three days laterâblowing your cover and your plans. Recon was easy to duck, but youâd eventually have to face him. You knew that. You just needed time. Time to build armor again.
You yanked the door open. âYoongi, Iââ
And stopped breathing.
Jungkook.
Leaning against the frame like the devil come to collect, his black hair a mess, frustration stitched into every strand, mouth carved into a blade.Â
A sleeveless black t-shirt clung to him, flashing the edge of ribs and the brutal lines of his ink-laced arm. Heat shimmered at his throat. Those baggy jeansâanchored by a punk belt, the kind that made you think of things you shouldnât.
His eyesâglazed and wild, sharp enough to slit open every lie youâd wrapped around your heart.
And youâidiot that you wereâstepped right into it.
âNot Yoongiâwhoever that is,â he rasped, voice rough and scorched, like heâd been yelling or drinking. Or both.
He shifted, revealing the beer pack in his hand. Bottles clinked like accusations. He didnât wait for permission. Just brushed past youâhis arm grazing yours like a dare. Like a scar reopening.
And gods, you hated the part of you that ached at the sight. That stupid, traitorous ache that whispered he fit here.
You shut the door slowly, as if trying to cage a hurricane. âAre you⌠are you okay?â
There were a dozen better things to say. Like How the hell do you know where I live?
But of course Jungkook knew. You were Revenantâs best trackerâbut he came close second. Only best when it came to haunting you.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â he shot back, eyes glinting like broken mirrors.
You gestured at the bottles, pathetic.
He scoffed. âI can hold my liquor just fine, thanks.â But his gaze didnât linger on youâit prowled your space like he was hunting ghosts. Like he was searching for signs you'd moved on.
You were suddenly, viciously aware of the worn band t-shirt clinging to your frame and the male boxer shorts riding up your thighs, rolled at your hips. No makeup. You looked like you would if he was coming back home to you. Which he wasnât.
And heâhe was a wrecking ball made of ink and silence.
âWhy are you here, Jungkook?â Your voice was a whisper already bracing for pain.
This had to be it. His confrontation. His judgement. You running. You fucking him and leaving. Cowardice with a kiss. Like the stitches down your side, a reminder carved into you like art. Like consequence.
Orâworse and somehow betterâhe was here on Revenantâs orders. Youâd been dancing on the edge these past two weeks, and you doubted heâd covered for you on callback day.
You were becoming a stray. And strays didnât get mercy. They got leashesâor bullets.
But instead of a knife, he dropped the beers on your coffee table with a thud and turned.
âTo work,â he said. âThought Iâd show up instead of waiting for you to.â
The guilt slithered up your throat like smoke. You took the hit without flinching.
Maybe you were being paranoid. A cocktail of no sleep and the weight of those men still hunting you. Of too many hours spent remembering the shape of Jungkook in your hands.
You werenât being unprofessional, you inhaled as you reminded yourself.
You were still doing your jobâtracking, reporting, filing notes. You just⌠needed space, while the field work wasnât necessary. Distance. Needed to breathe. To exist in a room without drowning in him.
Without unraveling.
Jungkook reached into the six-pack and popped the cap off with a flick of his thumb, muscle memory smooth as murder. âMight as well drink while we sort this crap out,â he said, nodding to the files sprawled like landmines across your coffee table.
He called it crap. You couldâve laughed.
Revenant missions were never casual. They were shadows with knives, cover stories written in ash, warfare so deniable even your heartbeat lied. Blood-on-your-hands kind of work, buried intel with bodies. And the files between you now? They were preludes. Invitations to the next disaster.Â
You eyed the bottle like it was a loaded gun.
One rule left unbroken.
Donât drink with him.
Because when walls thinned, and eventually came downâyou knew what followed. Chaos. Heat. Want that left bruises.
And you were barely holding.
âFine,â you muttered, grabbing one like it didnât spell your undoing.
Another line blurred. The last one.
You ended up on the floor beside him, backs against the couch, knees brushing in the kind of proximity that shouldn't feel like drowning. Between youâsnapshots of death, scribbled intel, faces frozen mid-breath. Your handwriting scratched across the margins like shrapnel.
War lived in your pen. Jungkook had always said that. Like he knew you wrote in rage.
The beer dulled the razor-edge of your posture, but not your perception. Not around him.
Jungkook wore calm like a disguiseâlike a bomb under a silk napkin. He exhaled cool detachment, but you could smell the lie on him along with the bourbon lurking on his breath. He was trying to be casual, but the effort showed in the curve of his jaw, in every brush of his leg against yours that never pulled back.
Every move was a push.
And you were breaking.
The tension between you snapped tighter, breath by breath. The air was too thick. Too still. One glance too long and you'd combust.
You reached for a grainy photoâlight blown out, figure indistinctâand his fingers brushed yours. Featherlight. Incidental.
But it detonated something in your chest.
He didnât look at you. Just took a swig like he hadnât set you ablaze.
And you hated him for that. Hated the flex of his throat, the stark line of his jaw, the way his veins caught the light. That fucking light scar on his cheekbone. Hated the heat pooling in your palms, the part of you that screamed to crawl into his lap and burn all over again.
He was still Jungkook.
And you were still hopelessly tangled in the memory of that night.
His mouth on your throat, hands in your hair, breath whispering your name like a curseâthose were not ghosts you could outrun.
Silence wrapped around you like a noose. He didnât speak. Didnât touch.
But he was there.
A shadow that never left.
Focus, goddammit.Â
You forced your eyes to the files, to the pattern you could solve with one hand tied behind your back. Easier than untangling the way his fingers tapped that bottle, like they ached for something else to press into.
He leaned forward, pulled a folder closer. Bit at the metal glint of his lip ring.
You seized the moment to snap yourself out of it. Your voiceâmeasured, steady. Barely.
âThat shot was taken two days before the drop. The guy in the backgroundâyou recognize him?â
âMhm,â he said. âOne of Choiâs henchmen. Shows up like mold. Slimier, too.â
You huffed, dry. âPerfect. Another one to track.â
He slid a page your way, fingers grazing your wrist longer than necessary. âThis spotâsee it?â
You did. The pattern was clear. The message clearer. âTheyâre circling back.â
âExactly.â He leaned in, voice lower. âYouâd think theyâd learn. But rats donât stop running into traps, do they?â
Your spine stiffened. You werenât sure if he meant the target.
You werenât sure he didnât.
The space between you quivered. A standoff without a gun. It was a fragile balanceâthis cold war between you. The space where hate blurred into want. Where loyalty slipped its collar and curled up next to need.
You were staring at his eyes, trying hard not to dip them to his lips like he was watching yours.Â
But you cracked firstâanything to break this spell he had you under. âThought the superiors sent you to keep me in line, not drink and share a slumber party.â
His mouth twitched, slow and wicked. But there was heat behind itâundeniable.
He didnât even look up. Just murmured, âPretty sure you were supposed to leash me. But hey, whoâs counting casualties?â
The words hit like a bulletâsubtext woven through every syllable.
You didnât answer.
Because you didnât trust what would come out of your mouth.
Thenâding.
The doorbell split the air like a blade.
You stiffened. Instantaneous. A tripwire pulled in your spine.
Jungkookâs head snapped up at the same moment. His gaze cut from the door to youâcatching everything. The flicker. The twitch you hadnât meant to let show.
He didnât ask. Didnât need to.
He was already rising, fluid and dangerous, moving like the door was his to shield. Like you were.
And thatâ
That was what you couldnât fucking stand.
You werenât a damsel. Not a kept thing.
You didnât need saving. You were his partner for fucks sake!
You moved fast. Intercepted him. Your palm met his chestânot harsh, but hard enough to stop.
Hard enough to remind him.
His body didnât yield, but something behind his eyes shifted. That burnâlow and darkâignited again. The kind you didnât dare name.
âYouâre not my bodyguard,â you snapped, blade-edged, jaw locked.
His jaw clenched. The muscle under your hand tensed like it wanted to defy you. âNo⌠Iâm not.â
And there it was. That weightless second where neither of you moved, both too proud, too furious, too wired.
You knew his tells. He knew yours.
You pushed him just enough to block the door from his view, then yanked it open.
And there was Yoongi.
Leaning against the frame like the world owed him something and he planned to collect in charm. Hoodie half-zipped, eyes glittering with unbothered precision. A smirk pulled at his mouth like he knew he could get away with anything.
âDamn,â he said, low and deliberate, amusement bleeding into every syllable. âIf I knew you were answering doors looking like that, Iâd have brought dessert.â
His gaze trailed over youâlazy, unapologetic. From the defiance in your stare to the shirt clinging too well and the heat blooming in your throat. He drank it all in.
And for once, you didnât bite back. Didnât spit your usual venom. Because you felt Jungkook before you saw him.
His presence unfurled behind you like a stormcloud. Heavy. Electric. Half of his chest brushed your spine, his breath grazing your neckâhot and possessive. Not touching, but near enough to feel the warning in it.
Mine, it seemed to say.
Yoongiâs smirk faltered. Just a little. Just enough.
âAnd whoâs this?â he asked, head tilting like it mattered.
You answered too fast, too sharp. âMy partner. And youâre late.â
Yoongiâs brows ticked up, but he didnât push. He just held out the chicken wings delivery bag, fingers loose, like he wasnât dropping dynamite between two unstable elements. âGot the intel. Movement patterns. Youâll want to check the second location listed. Itâs all inside, like always.â he pointed the packaging with his chin.Â
You reached for it, but Jungkook was faster.
He moved around you, body encaging yours like a wall of heat and intent, hand closing over the bag strapâover Yoongiâs fingers. Not hard. But pointed. Held it a beat too long.
A message without words: Back off.
Yoongi didnât blink. Just arched a brow, amused. âDidnât know youâd been having company.â
âDidnât know I needed to check in with you about that,â you said, slicing your voice thin and cold. Ice over a fire.
Behind you, Jungkook went still.
Like youâd just lit a match and dropped it in gasoline.
Yoongi chuckled, stepping back, unbothered. But his gaze lingeredâbouncing between you like he could read the unsaid. And maybe he could.
âGuess Iâll let you get back to⌠whatever this is,â he said, voice wry.
He lingered just long enough to grind his heel in it.
âIâll be up in my apartment if you need me.â
The weight in his stare as he said it was intentional. You gave a small, polite smileâsharp-edged. Dismissive.
But Jungkookâthrough your periphery you saw the way his tongue pressed into his cheek like it was trying not to bite through.
Yoongi vanished into the hall.
The door shut behind him with a snap.
And then you turned.
You were on him before he could breathe.
A weapon unsheathed.
Your movement cut through the silence, quick and decisive, and just like that your chest was brushing his. Standing on the tip of your toes so your faces were just inches apart, eyes locked on the black pools in front of you. You could see everythingâevery flicker, every fracture.
âDo not make me check you.â
Jungkookâs eyes flared wide. But it wasnât fear. Noâwhat lived there was something hungrier. Darker. His breath shivered. His fists clenched.
He wanted to break something.
Or take you apart.
He was vibrating with restraint. With that desperate, wild thing that had clawed its way loose the moment you slipped out of his bed like a thief. He hadnât gotten to chase you. To claim what you took with you.
Now? He was seconds from snapping.
âYou had me once,â you whispered, venom-laced velvet. âOnce. Not even long enough to piss and mark territory. Donât forget that.â
Then you turned.
Cold. Precise. Beautifully cruel.
Like you hadnât just sliced him open with your teeth.
You walked away with purpose, spine straight, blood roaring beneath still skin. Left him there in the ruins.
He didnât follow.
Didnât speak.
But you could feel himârage coiled tight in his gut, heat rising like a fever. When you sank into the couch, you didnât have to look to know he was gripping the air like it betrayed him.
âI shouldn't have come,â he muttered finally. âIt was a mistake.â
His voiceâlow, scraped rawâcrackled through the room like static. He stalked toward the table, dropped the delivery bag and snatched up his keys. His stride was all anger and ache.
But before he reached the door, your body moved without thought catching up.
âWaitâJust wait.â
Your hands lifted to your hair, dragging through with frustration. âWe should talk about this. Weâre partners, Jungkook. We canât let one night get in the way of our work.â
He stopped like youâd shot him.
Tension rippled through his frame. When he turned to face you, it was slow. Dangerous.
âOne nightâŚâ he repeated.
Voice like gravel. Like regret. As if it tasted like blood in his mouth.
âGod, you must really hate meâŚâ he huffed, the dimples appearing as he gnawed at his bottom lip. âIs that what it was for you? Just one night?â
And there it was.
The air between you thickened. Dense. Combustible.
Every breath you shared was a threat.
A challenge.
A lie neither of you could keep telling much longer.
Thenâ
Clang.
A metallic thud slammed through the stillness.
The fire stairwell.
Adrenaline sliced through the haze like a blade to the jugular.
The heat between you evaporatedâconsumed by instinct. No words, no delay. Just the clean, brutal snap of motion as both of you shifted gears like twin chambers firing. He pivoted. You dropped to the shoe bench near the front door, lifted it with practiced efficiency. Underneathâyour weapon. And the spare you always kept, just in case. Just for him.Â
You tossed the Glock in his direction.
He caught it without lookingâlike your hand and his were parts of the same weapon, forged to work in tandem. His keys hit the ground, but neither of you so much as flinched.
This wasnât chaos. This was code.
You and Jungkook moved like a language only your bodies remembered. Poetry written in violence. He stepped left as you went right. Breaths synced. Limbs mirrored.
Partners indeed. But not just that.
The stairwell door creaked again.
You moved into the hallway, silent as ghosts.
âOne. Downstairs,â you murmured, voice razor-thin.
Jungkook nodded, just once. âTheyâre running scared.â
Then the chase detonated.
You sprinted down the concrete steps, the cold biting into your bare feet like punishment. Jungkookâs boots struck beside you, each step deliberate, brutal. Every movement between you practiced, precise, deadly.
You hit the garageâs lower level. Shadows clung to the corners like predators watching from the dark.
Jungkookâs hand snapped to your lower belly, half his fingers grazing bare skin beneath your t-shirt as he halted you. The touch seared, more dangerous than anything else in the room. Your breath hitched, traitorous.
Focus.
Aheadâa figure, caught mid-motion. The guy turnedâsaw you.
Recognition flared in Jungkookâs voice. âGuy from the photo. Snake tattoo.â
The man bolted.
Jungkook fired. The shot rang clean, ruthless. The SUVâs tire exploded before the targetâs foot even left the ground. Rubber shrieked against pavement.
But it wasnât over.
Twoâno, threeâmore.
Armed. Unafraid.
Professionals.
âSplit,â Jungkook muttered, low and lethal.
You peeled right, vanishing behind a beam. Gun raised. Heart hammering. Jungkook ghosted leftâfaster than light, heavier than wrath.
First one came at you with a crowbar, the arc whistling death.
You ducked the blow and firedâright into his thigh. His scream echoed off concrete. Another came behind him, bulletproof vest thick on his chest. Your second shot knocked him back but didnât drop him.
You barely adjusted before Jungkook slammed into the guy, body to body, sheer force. The man hit a car hood with a sickening crunch.
You turnedâ
Too slow.
Another came in low, fast. Trained.Â
Fuck.
Your arm lifted, but his hand was already there, wrenching your wrist wide. Pain sparked. You fought backâknee snapping up, breath a growlâbut his grip held.
And then you felt him.
Sudden, fierce. Jungkookâs hands on your waist, lifting, flipping you back over his hip. Your body hit the groundâhard.
But his body cushioned it.
Your breath stuttered.Â
He was under you. Hot and solid. Every muscle taut, every breath ragged. His fingers lingered too long just below your ribs, brushing over skin no one should be touching. Heat bloomed.
Time stopped.
âShow off,â you muttered, lifting your arm. You fired. The man dropped, clean.
âI like dramatic entrances,â he replied, his voice low and a promise, his eyes all flame.
Another guy emerged from the shadows, slipping behind a van with his gun already raised.
Jungkook moved instantly.
No hesitation, no questionâjust his body between yours and the threat, shielding you like instinct. The shot rang out, ricocheting off metal, too close. Jungkook didnât flinch. He grabbed you and rolled you both behind the SUVâs bumper, one fluid movement, his arms tight around you.
Your hand clutched his bicep. His thigh wedged between your legs. His arm beneath your head. The concrete should have been cold, but all you felt was himâhot, tense, grounding.
Your heart thundered. His echoed it.
âClose one,â you breathed, shaken, eyes locking with his.
His breath washed over your lips. âYou okay?â
âYouâre on top of me.â
A slow grin tugged at his mouth. Dangerous. âYeah. Not complaining.â
You shoved at himâbut it lacked force. Like you needed to push him away before you did something worse.
Jesus. You were still on the clock.
You rolled to a crouch, nodded toward the final attacker. The heat in his gaze vanished. The smirk? Gone. He snapped back into mission mode like it was a second skin.
The last man bolted.
Jungkook pursued.
You followed.
Your heels slammed the concrete. Pain screamed up your legs, but you didnât stop. You couldnât. Your blood roared in your ears. Jungkook closed in first, tackled the guy without mercy, slamming him into a pillar so hard the echo cracked down the garage like thunder.
The man fought hardârage in every limb, desperation in every move. Jungkook was still buzzed from the alcohol, still bleedingâbut still stronger. You reached them in a blur. Drove your elbow into the guyâs spine. He dropped like a felled beast. Motionless.
You stood over the body, breath jagged. Heart roaring. Body trembling with more than just adrenaline.
Jungkook leaned against the pillar, bruised and split-lipped. Blood painted a line down the side of his faceâsharp, bright, and brutal. It caught the light like a vow. He looked like a tornado just barely held in place.
âYouâre bleeding,â you said, voice tighter than you meant.
âIâm fine.â
âYou always say that.â
He looked at you. And for a beatâunder the flickering garage lightsâhe wasnât your enemy. Or a mistake made in a night, the one youâd run from. Or even just your partner.
He was everything you feared you wanted.
His chest heaved. Yours mirrored it.
And then he stepped closer.
You didnât move.
âYou hesitated,â he said quietly.
You blinked, thrown by the shift. âWhen?â
âWhen that cameo scumbag came at you. You looked at me first.â
Your jaw locked. âSo?â
His gaze didnât waver. He stepped closer until you could taste the bourbon on his breath. Blood and sweat clung to the air between you like incense in a burning church.
âSo donât,â he murmured. âNext time, just take the damn shot.â
Your spine stiffened. âYou saying I canât handle myself?â
That dangerous smirk flickered again. But this time, softer. Less weapon, more wound. He reached outâand his fingers brushed your jawline. Just barely. Just the edge of itâslow. Intentional. Reverent. As if memorizing the shape of your defiance.
âIâm saying I notice everything you do,â he rasped. âEspecially when itâs for me.â
Your breath caught mid-throat. The confession gutted you more than his touch.
But before you could speakâ
A grunt. Wet and gurgled.
One of the bodies on the ground wasnât quite done dying. He writhed, breath rattling like a broken instrument.
You both turned.
Jungkook stepped back.
Not far. Not enough for the space to cool. Just enough to draw his pistol. Calm and quiet, his fingers wrapping around the grip like it belonged to him, like it knew the shape of him.
And he fired.
One shot. Final.
The silence that followed wasnât emptyâIt throbbed.
It hit harder than the bullet. Not because of what he did. Youâd both done worse. God knows you were past redemption.
But you stared. Not at the body. At him.
Because this?
This was different.
This was standing in the middle of the fire. Not running. Not denying. Just⌠burning.
âWeâwe need to deal with the bodies,â you said, but your voice sounded mechanical, hollow. You could feel the revelation of your feelings sending your body into shock. âIf they trace this back here... I can'tâThe ones from the hard drive job, theyâre still out there. I canât riskââ
âShut up.â
The words hit like a whip and you froze.Â
The bastard knew it. Knew your body, your mind like it was his.Â
âI got this,â Jungkook said, eyes gentle, steady, locking onto yours. âTake the guns. Check on your informant. Iâll be up in a few.â
Your mouth was dry. You couldnât leave him, you neededâ
âYouâre hurt. Not to say drunk,â you bit out, more afraid than angry.
He gave a short laughâlacking energy, his body was betraying him too. âIâve had worse.â
You narrowed your eyes. âAnd yet.â
âI have contacts too, you know. Iâll burn the mess before anyone smells it. Go upstairs.â Then he looked at you againâreally looked. And everything in you fractured.
âTrust me.â
And you did. You fucking did.
That was the real problem.
It wasnât the blood or the mess or the ghosts that haunted you.
It was that.
You trusted him more than you feared what your feelings for him could do.
Youâd checked on Yoongi.
Safe. No tail. Still smirking like the devil had given him his lines personally.
By the time you returned to the apartment, the sky had bled into inkâthick, suffocating. One of those nights that clings to your skin, whispers against your pulse. The kind that knows your secrets. The kind that feels sentient.
Youâd been pacing ever since. Barefoot. Restless. Your heartbeat ticking like a landmine.
You kept glancing at the window without realizing. At the door. At your phone. Not checking it. Just⌠listening. As if some part of you knew the kind of mess Jungkook possibly walked into and hadnât come back from. As if your body was betraying the fear your mouth refused to voice.
Thenâ
Three knocks.
Soft. Deliberate. One pause. Then two more.
His rhythm.
Always his.
You opened the door before your mind caught up. Like instinct had already laid out the red carpet for your ruin.
And there he was.
Relief hit you like a sharp exhale. Not loud. Not visible. But it bloomed in your chest like pain. You didnât let it reach your faceâdidnât dare. You still hadnât decided what scared you more: the idea that something had happened to him⌠or the fact that you cared that deeply if it had.
Bruised. Bloodstained. Sweaty strands of dark hair plastered to his temple like shadows, eyes heavy-lidded and shining too dark in the hallway light. He looked like the aftermath of a warâand yet, you couldnât look away.
âItâs sorted,â he said. âI identified two of them as Choiâs underdogs, but itâll take a while toââ
You didnât let him finish.
âLet me check that cut on your brow,â you said, already grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside. The door shut behind him with a quiet finality.
If something serious had happened, he wouldâve led with it. Jungkook was nothing if not brutally efficientâhe didnât bury the lede. Which is exactly why, despite the wreckage on his skin, your focus stayed on him. Not the mission. Not yet.
He followed wordlessly. Heavy-footed. Letting you lead him toward the bathroom like he was tied to you by something ancient and binding.
You rummaged through the cabinet, refusing to look at his face too long, refusing to feel that heat that still hadnât left your skin from earlier.
Behind you, he laughedâa lazy, low, lopsided sound. The kind that always came with trouble. The kind that curled into your belly and settled there, warm and invasive.
âBaby, itâs a tiny cut,â he drawled, voice syrupy and wrapped in alcohol. His eyes edged something like endearment through the mirror. âI just need a shower. Donât worry about it.â
Baby.
That nickname again, cutting like a silk against bare skin. A reminder from that night together. A trigger. A temptation.
You turned.
Just in time to catch the sway in his stance. One shoulder slumped against the doorframe. His pupils were dilated. Lips slightly parted. And God, he looked feralâlike want was eating him alive from the inside out.
âYouâre too drunk,â you said, your voice low and clipped. âHow much did you drink before coming here on your fucking bike like a lunaticâbefore continuing to drink?â
You glared at him, jaw tight. âAnd donât even deny it. I saw the damn thing parked out there.â
He grinned, all teeth and dangerâboyish and wicked. âJust a bit.â
You let out a short, bitter laugh. âYou fuckingââ
You moved before the thought even formed, your hand going straight to the exposed skin above his beltâwhere his shirt had ridden up. Palm flat. Skin too warm. Muscles tight beneath.
You shoved him back. A push that lingered too low. Too intimate.
He stiffened. But didnât stop you, kept walking back.
His breath grew shallow. His eyes droppedâto your mouth. The air around you turned charged, electric.
âI told you I can hold my liquor,â he murmured, voice fraying at the edges. âI am holding it. Barely. Iâll admit that. But God, youââ
His hand hovered near your throat, clawed fingers curling just short of contact. Not grabbing. Just wanting.
But didnât.
âYouâreâ Fuck.â he struggled.
Your knees nearly buckled. That memoryâhis hands on your throat, mouth on your skinâflared so bright you could taste it.
âYou look at me like you want to kill me,â he said. Voice cracking on something too real. His hand dropped. A surrender. But not defeat.
âAnd maybe I do,â you snapped, though your hand stayed where it wasâgripping his side like you needed the anchor. Like you didnât want to let go. Your nails curled slightly between his belt and his V line. He shivered beneath the pressure.
His pupils dilated further, eyes locking on yours as if remembering everything you too were failing miserably to forget.
And thenâhe reached.
His hand slid behind your neck, fingers threading into your hair. Not yanking. Not dragging.
Just there. Claiming without question.
Breath warm against your lips.
Your heart stuttered.
Then you reached behind himâfound the faucetâand yanked.
Water exploded over both of you, steam rising instantly, curling around your limbs like smoke from a fire you couldnât put out.
He gasped, startled. His shirt clung to him instantly, outlining every line, every inch, water running in rivulets down the slopes of his body.
âWhat theâ?â he started.
âYou said you needed a shower. I agree,â you cut him off, hissing. Stepping into the spray with him, heat crawling down your spine. âYou need to sober the hell up.â
He stared at you for a breath, stunned.
Then that look flickered into place.
Dark. Amused. Dangerous.
Water traced a slow path down his jaw, dripping from the cut above his brow. Down his throat. His chest. His voice came low and rough, barely more than a growl.
âCareful,â he murmured. âOr Iâll begin thinking the secret to have you under me is getting you wet.â
You pressed your finger to his cut meaning to hurtâto shut his mouthâ, hovering close enough to feel his pulse beneath the skin. Your own shirt was soaked through, clinging to your curves like a dare, and you were suddenly too aware.
He grunted but didnât pull away. Instead, he smiled. That insufferable, knowing smirk that said he could read every inch of your skin. Worse, that he could get under it.
âYou wish,â you snapped, pulling your hand away.
His laugh was low and rough, soaked in sin. âI did,â he said, leaning in until the mist between you was all but gone. âAnd look at you now. Drenched. Again.â
Silence collapsed over the bathroom like a loaded gun.
You stared at each other like it was war. Like one word, one twitch of muscle, would set the whole damn room on fire.
His gaze locked with yours, dark and searing. Possessive. Like heâd never stopped seeing you as his. Like he knew every thought crashing through your mind in that moment.
And you wanted him.
God, you wanted him.
But the wanting didnât make it less dangerous.
It made it worse.
You wanted his hands on you. His mouth. His body pinning you to the wall so hard you forgot your name. You wanted him to ruin youâdevour every inch, mark every part, leave nothing untouched, nothing sacred. Just like he did that night.
You wanted him because you werenât supposed to.
Because it would burn everything youâd builtâevery wall, every rule, every lie. And still, youâd do it again.
His voice broke the silence, rough and low, like a sandpiper doing his best to lure you in.
âI killed them.â
The words crashed into you like thunder.Â
He didnât blink, didnât flinch. Just stared, soaked and still, letting the truth settle slowly in your lungs like you were taking a drag from one of his cigarettes.
âThe rest of the guys from when IâŚstitched you,â he said, voice hoarse, eyes hollow and burning. âEvery last one of them. You donât have to worry about that anymore.â
Your breath caughtâsnagged hard in your throat.
âWhat? When?â The whisper barely passed your lips.
His jaw flexed, twitching like he was chewing on the weight of it. âI had a lot of time on my hands the past two weeks,â his chest kept rising and falling, eyes unrelenting. âA lot of anger to burn.â
You lost yourself in the black pool of them, able to catch your reflection, thinking that the better question would be why, but you knew the answer. And it wasnât because Jungkook would always have your back, because you were partners. It was the something more.
Whatever thin, frayed thread had been holding you backâsnapped.
For a second you had to remind yourselfâitâs okay to want something that might ruin you. To crave what cuts. And maybe you were already bleeding.
Your hand reached his collar, tugging. He let himself be pulled, leaning down like a storm bending toward you, moving slow, steady, devastatingâgiving you time to run. But you didnât.
Because you wanted him to kiss you.
The moment his lips caught yours, everything burned off like fog meeting sun. The ache. The exhaustion. The war.
The kiss was slow at firstâsinful, soaked in longing. The kind that studied every edge of you. Then your teeth caught his bottom lip, dragged with just the right pressure. He moanedâa dark, low sound that made your insides twist.
Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavy through the water falling over your heads.
âThis is a bad idea,â you whispered, eyes closed as he teased your lips.Â
He trailed a hot path toward your ear, fingers curling around your hips. âSince when do we follow good ones?âÂ
A bite on your lobe, soft. You lost control.
You pressed into him harder, hand locked in his jaw, seizing his lips completely. He shuddered, fingers coming to slide from your temples through your damp hair. Clutching, desperate. Your bodies taut with desire, tension razor-thin.Â
You moved, hands falling on his shoulders, then a pushâyou climbed him without mercy. His hands immediately under your thighs, squeezing. You were dizzyâdrenched in himâjust like that night, feeling feverish. Each kiss made your thoughts blurrier, your skin tighter, your breath more ragged.
Jungkook slammed you against the tile wall like he could read your mind, his hips grinding against yours. God, he was so fucking hard. You moaned, he grunted. Water rained down, steaming over your flushed skin, making every nerve feel electric.
You gasped with another roll of his hips, body trembling with every throb of want.
Fuck, you needed out of your clothes.Â
Needed them goneâ
One leg came down, then the other. You shoved him back, his raven eyes searched for yours, dizzy. Almost supplicant.Â
Your lips parted, clit throbbing as you stripped the soaked t-shirt clinging to you. It peeled away slow, like silk over embers, baring you to the heat of his stare.
Jungkook froze.
Breathing heavy. Watching.
His gaze licked your chest, then fell to the stitches still holding on your side, right underneath your ribs.Â
âYou shouldâve taken those out,â his was voice low, raspy, âNow itâll leave a scar,â and you caught the way his teeth found his lip, that damned dimple deepeningâlike he was already claiming it. His name etched in flesh.
Good, that had been your intention.Â
âNo shitâŚSherlock,â your lips curled into a knowing smirk. A laughter almost fell from your lips when you saw the realization befalling his eyes. His knuckles whitnening, balled in fists.Â
That fuelled you.Â
Your fingers fell to strip the boxer shorts next, leaving you only in your black lace panties. You stood bare before him, water sliding down your curves like an offering.
He stared in a daze, gulped.
Like you were a sin too beautiful to resist.
And he was ready to confess the only way he knew howâwith worship and destruction.
Jungkookâs inked fingers found the back collar of his shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motionâwater trailed down his chest like a whisper. Boots thudded to the tile, cast aside like fallen armor. Still, his gaze never left yours.
Your thighs pressed together as you took him in.Â
He was bare but for drenched jeans, dangerous and unguarded. The belt fell next, with a splash, and then his fingers found the buttonâuntil you closed the distance, taking over. You dragged his zipper down, slow, eyes piercing his.
His breath hitched.
Not even blood had undone Jeon Jungkook like this. This wasnât vulnerability. It was exposure. Raw. His chest rose hard; pierced lips parted, begging for that final pushâlike if you did so, heâd come undone right there.
And you liked the feeling.
You liked the power humming beneath your fingers. The way he vibrated with the effort of not losing it.
Just to test him, to twist the wire tighter, you dropped your hand after unzipping him, let the distance stretchâmocking a retreat. Your steps pulled back, every line of your body begging to be chased.
âDonâtâCome here. Now,â Jungkook snarled, one step faltering.
You chuckled, slow and dangerous, stopping. Your eyes stayed on his, playful and defiant.
Jungkook could twist your mind into knots. Wreck your logic with a look.
But two could play.
And you had fire in your lungs now.
You stalked back toward him, eyes never dropping, and slid to your knees with the kind of poise that could unravel a man.
Tilting your head, biting your lip, you murmured, âIs this what you wished for? When you kept thinking to yourself Iâd crawl back to you? That I was yours to keep?â
His breath was wrecked. His jaw flexed.
âYes,â he said, the word broken with need. âThatâand so much more.â
The confession hit the air like a lit fuse on dry kindling.
You smiledâslow and knowing, like a promise draped in danger.
âReally?â you whispered. âAnd what else did you wish Iâd do?â
Your hand slid up his thighâslow, commandingâknuckles brushing soaked denim, the heat of his skin bleeding through. You felt the muscle tense beneath your palm, a quiet shudder betraying his restraint.
Jungkookâs eyes flaredâblack, volatile, molten. Then he moved. Fast.
He surged forward, seized your waist with fingers that dug into flesh like he was claiming a victory he hadnât yet earned. He yanked you upright, effortless, like your body weighed nothing to himâlike control was already his.
You barely had time to blink.
With a grunt, he flipped you over his shoulder, and the air rushed from your lungs. Your wet hair clung to your back, your cheek pressed to the plane of his spine. A yelp caught behind your teeth.
Thenâsmack.His palm fell to your ass like a whip, loud and ruthless.
You gasped, startled and electric, the sound swallowed by the hiss of steam and the wet splash of water against tile. The sting bloomed through your skin and burrowed down into heat.
"You're a fucking menace," he muttered, voice rough and thick with something darker than amusementâlike each word had been dragged over gravel, heavy with the battle he was losing against himself.
Your laugh came out breathless. Aroused. Dangerous. "Funny, you seem to like it."
He growledâactually growledâand the sound lit up your nerves like dynamite. With one hand steady at your thigh, he reached out and turned off the shower, then walked you out like a man done pretending.
He carried you down the hall like a stolen prize, like something sacred and savage heâd fought to win. No hesitation. No falter. His gait was confident, practicedâand yet youâd never walked this route together before. He still knew exactly where your bedroom was.
The door creaked open and shadows welcomed you. Moonlight spilled across the sheets like it, too, had been waiting.
The room pulsed.
He didnât lower you gently. He tossed you down like a challenge, like he was daring you to run again so he could catch you all over.
You landed with a bounce, limbs splaying, hair a halo across the bedding, lips parted. The moment held, thick with the throb of everything unsaid.
Then he was over you.
Jungkookâs body came down like a waterfallâdamp denim scraping over lace, his weight pressing you into the mattress, heat bleeding through every inch. His arms caged your head. His breath ghosted over your cheek.
He was everywhere.
You arched into him, chasing friction like it might answer the ache inside you. His skin was slick with water, warm and wild. His jeans rubbed with exquisite cruelty between your thighs.
And his eyesâGod, his eyes were flame.
He dipped his head, brushing lips to your throatâonce, soft enough to almost hurt. Then he bit. A sharp press of teeth that said mine, that said run again and Iâll follow.
âYou left, you ghosted me,â he pulled the soft skin beneath your ear between his teeth, like it was penance.
âAh,â you moaned, your head tipping back, hair plastered to your face, his heat bleeding into you as steam still clung to your skin. One of his hands slid to your breast, bold, hungry, and you could barely think around it.
âIâIâmâŚâ
But the words died in your throat. Thought scattered.
Jungkookâs breath stuttered against your mouth. Hot. Shaking. And thenâ
He moved.
Devastating.
One hand wrapped around his cock, dragging it out of his jeans with a groan that sounded broken. The kind of sound that could tear open ribcages. The kind that made your breath catch, knees press inward, thighs shake.
The otherâ
He hooked rough fingers into the lace clinging to your soaked skin, yanking your panties aside like theyâd offended him by existing. No finesse. No delay.
You spread your legs before you realized you had. The want in your chest curled like clawsâsharp, urgent, feral.
Then he thrust.
Hard. Deep.
You cried out. His name caught on your tongue like a spell gone wrong. He filled youâinch by inchâwith a slowness that wasnât mercy, but control. You arched. He didnât stop. Buried to the hilt, the stretch a brand, a claim.
He felt perfect. Like heâd been made to wreck you.
You rememberedâfuck.
The condom. It hit you mid-moan, a flash of ice through the heat. You werenât on the shotâyou never were. Not with how it messed with your body, your reflexes. Not in your line of work.
Your hands flew to his hips, trembling as you tried to stall his rhythm, tried to choke out words through the haze.
âJKâah, fuckâStop. Waitââ
He started to pull back, the motion sudden, his breath sharp, panicked. His eyes found yours and they pleaded.
âNo. No, please. Baby, pleaseââ
A breathless laugh fell from your lips. You couldnât help it. His desperationâit was fucking adorable. You dragged your nails down his back, slow, soothing. âWe forgot the condom.â
Relief transformed him, but he didnât waste a second. He slipped out cursing under his breath, and was on his feet in an instant, already moving.
âBathroom,â you said, still catching your breath. âSecond drawer.â
He came back fast, foil in hand, eyes locked on you like a man starved.
You were already on your knees, waiting for him at the edge of the bed, panties gone. One hand curled around the back of his neck, pulling him in. The kiss was slow, deep. Sin-drenched. You toyed with the damp strands at his nape, shivering at how they curled against your fingers.
Jungkook pushed his soaked jeans off. Finally. Your mouth watered. The white boxers clung, transparent, and left nothing to the imagination. You licked your lips.
You helped take them off too. Then his inked hand found your chest, pressing you back into the mattress. A smirk playing on his lips. The condom hit the sheets a second after. You chuckled, low, breathless.
And then he was on you.
His weight pressed into yours, lips at your ear, voice low.
âTell me again what you said that night.â
âWhat?â you breathed. You could barely remember your own name.
âThat you hate me,â he bit your jaw. âLie to me again, and tell me that you hate me.â
âI hate you,â you saidâexcept it came out soft. Like a kiss. Like a confession.
His mouth traveled down. Kisses trailed heat. You whispered it again.
He sucked one nipple.Â
âFuck, I hate you.â and again.
His chest rumbled, a dark chuckle as he closed his eyes and trailed down. He dragged his teeth through your lower belly. It coiled. You fisted the sheets.Â
âMhm, I hate you.â you kept chanting like a shield.
He reached between your legs and moaned into you.
âAhâ I fucking hate you,â you gasped, back arching, fingers clawing at his hair, desperate to keep him there.
âI hate your mouthâŚThose goddamned hands,â and as if on command he squeezed your thighs, his tongue circled, teased, playing with your rationale. âI hateâ Iââ you started losing yourself, hips undulating, trying to meet his pace.Â
Jungkook groanedâdevouring you like heâd never tasted anything real before. You couldnât breathe. Couldnât think. Just moaned, begged, burned.
âDonât stop,â you panted. âJungkookââ
He didnât. He ate like a man dying. Sucked and swirled and bit until your body broke, splintered into light, your orgasm ripping through you like it had claws. You cried out, one hand fisting the sheets, the other holding him there.
âOh, Godâ Fuck!â
He looked at you from between your legs, licking you through it, slow.Â
Then he rose with one last long lick, grinning like a feline, crawling back up, mouth crashing into yoursâletting you taste yourself on his tongue. You kissed him back hard, wild, lips swollen, mind reeling.
He groaned into it, and the condom was in his hand in a second. He ripped the foil and rolled it on. His eyesâblown and wildânever left yours.
His hands found the back of your knees, and he pulled, fast. Like he couldnât bear to wait a second longer.Â
He dropped.
And thrust into youâno warning, just heat and pressure and that tight, perfect stretch.
Your mouths clashed. You kissed like addicts, like two people who had tried everything else but nothing ever came close to this.
Your nails sank into his shoulders, searching for something to hold as he drove into you. Over and over.
Jungkook moaned. Deep and raspy. Feral. One arm braced beside your head. The otherâhe slid under you, gripping your ass, dragging your hips up to meet every punishing thrust.
He fucked you like he was possessed. Like he wanted to possess you.
Your orgasm started building againâfast, feral. He felt it. The way you clawed at his back, your moans climbing in pitch against his neck.
âYou thought we were done?â He wrapped that hellish inked hand around your throatânot tight, just there, a tether. His pace slowed. Unbearably slow. His eyes dark, locked to yours. âIâm not done. Understand?â
You barely had time to gasp before he slid out, flipped you like you weighed nothing.
A whimper escaped your lips, thighs clenching.Â
He reached out, his hand gripped your jaw, angling your head back to him. His breath came hot over your lips. âHead down. Ass up.â
You stared at him, defiantâbecause you could. Then, slowly, you leaned even more toward him, let your tongue flick his lip piercing. A challenge.Â
âIâll let you be the boss tonight, then.â
You caught how his tongue poked his cheek. How rage and lust twined in his eyes, before going on all fours and sinking your head further into the mattress, tauting him.Â
âYouââ he shook his head, jaw tight. He gripped your waist with one hand, the other guiding him to your entrance. âI swear youâll be so spent you wonât be able to run. Not tonight.â
Then he slammed into you.
The sheets muffled your moan. Your clit throbbed as he forced your knee out and drove in againâHard, fast, vicious.Â
âJKâŚâ you cried out.
His hand fisted in your hair, tugging, arching you flush against his chest. Mouth to your ear. âNgh, fuck, babyâit keeps getting betterââ
He pounded into you. You could barely breathe. Barely think.
âYeah,â was all you managed, and you squeezed your eyes shut, taking it.
Your walls clenched. Hands pressed into the sheets, rocking back into him, chasing every stroke.Â
You arched again, his hands pulled, squeezedâslick skin on his thighs, water still clinging to both of you, and all you could think about was that you could be doing this for two weeks had you not been such a coward.
He hit deep. Again. And again.
âHarder,â you whimpered. âAh, right thereâ!â
He grunted and gave it to you.
âJungkook, Iâ Mhmââ You shattered. Your orgasm burst white-hot and ruined you.
He kept going, chasing his own end. His hand closed around your breast as he came, groaning against your back, filling the condom with that sexy, throaty moan of his. It echoed deep in your core.Â
You both collapsedâsweat and steam and aftermath.Â
âFuck,â he panted against your shoulder blades.
A second passed, just your breaths filling the bedroom, thenâ
âJK⌠Youâre crushing me.â You chuckled against the sheets, and he pulled out, breath ragged, rolling onto his back beside you.Â
You stretched out your legs, sore and blissed out. Watched as he rolled the condom off, tossed it toward the bin.
Then he dragged you to his chest. Lazy grin. Warm eyes.
You kissed himâlazy, honey-slow. His throat rumbled with a sound that made your stomach flip.
âStay with me,â he breathed against your lips. âJustââ
âI missed you,â you whispered, fingers sinking into his damp hair.
You felt more exposed than when you were beneath him, neck bare and exposed.
âI missed this.â
He went still. Eyes finding yours. Thenâhe kissed you again, deeper, longer. You wondered if it would ever stop being this⌠head-spinning.Â
When he pulled back, he nuzzled your nose. âI fucking missed you too.â
You lay there. Still breathing. Still burning. Still tangled.
âThey canât know. No one can.â your voice was barely a whisper.Â
You didnât say why. You didnât need to. Jungkook knew.Â
If your superiors caught wiff of itâworse, if whoever was your enemy next did⌠Youâd both have a grave marked with your names.Â
âI know,â he said. Then addedâgrumbling, âBut that informant of yours should. The nerve on that guy!â
You snorted. Rolled your eyes. One hand untangled from his hair to cover his face, pushing gently.
He bit your palm with eyes closed. Dragging the flesh there. The vision did something stupid to you.Â
In a swift motion, you straddled him.
And he looked up at you like you were everything. Just laid there beneath you, round eyes ravaging on the shape of your body on top of his.
Your hands slid to the space between his chest and abs, feeling him, pinning him. He started to breathe hard, slowly hardening under you again.Â
Holy fuck.
His grip returnedâyour hips in his rough palms. Fingers curling.Â
You arched, dipping towards his mouth. Brushing, featherlight, teasing.Â
âYou should know by now Iâm not the most patient guy,â he grunted, fingers running along the expanse of your legs. You laughed against his mouth, low, satisfied.Â
Then you bit. His lip. His jaw. His throat.
When you returned to his mouth and he tried to kiss youâeager, barely in checkâyou stopped him. Smiled. Your lips just hovering, his breath rough.Â
You held him there, hand on his jaw.Â
Then you rolled your hips on his cock, slow, hard.
Jungkook moaned, head tipping back.Â
âMy turn,â you clashed your mouth against his.
A faint rustle broke the silence.
Cold air kissed your bare skinâan empty space beside you where warmth used to be. Your arm instinctively reached out, fingers curling into the mattress before you stirred, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.
Jungkook�
You blinked awake. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, lit only by the soft morning sun sneaking in through the curtains. His back was to you, spine a canvas of light and shadow. He bent forward, pulling something from his jeans. The screen of his phone lit up once, a low buzz vibrating through the silence.Â
Shit. Youâd soaked his phone the night before. Please be workingâ
He answered it with a rough, still-sleep-heavy âYeah?â
You moved before your thoughts could catch upâsliding across the sheets like you were weightless, drawn by the scent of him, the pull of him. Your body folded around his, forehead pressing to his shoulder, your mouth tucked into the space just beneath his jaw, breathing him in. He smelled like sweat, like cotton, like you.
He shifted, pulling you closer.Â
Jungkook was so deliciously warm it hurt.Â
âYou owe me, you know,â a voice crackled through the lineâmale, lazy drawl layered with something sharp underneath. âYou dropped a bomb on me last night. Took me four hours to cover it. I want answers.â
The contact.
You hadnât known a name, hadnât needed to. But Jungkook had mentioned someone last night. Someone who could clean up a mess. Now, the puzzle was whole.
Jungkookâs fingers found your thigh, skimming over your skin like it was habit. Like he didnât need to look to know where you were.
âYouâll get them, Taehyung,â he muttered, mouth brushing your hair as he spoke. âGot anything for me?â
A pause. âYeah. I have what you wanted. Meet me in thirty.â
He turned, lips catching yoursâbarely there, like he couldnât not kiss you. Then his hand slid lower, slipping between your legs, teasing, slow and confident.
âMake it two and a half hours,â he said into the phone, voice quieter now, voice that always made you ache.
âTwo and a half? What the hell are youââ
âIâm busy.â A smirk tugged at his mouth. âSend the address.â
He ended the call without waiting, phone thunking softly onto the nightstand. His body turned fully, slow and heavy with sleep and want. He looked at you like you were the only thing that had ever made sense.
âMorning,â his lips found your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. âWhere were we?â
You laughed into his skin, teeth grazing the scar on his shoulderâthe one youâd given him that first mission, when you didnât trust him and heâd called you reckless.
âYou were just about to take off my stitches and then make me breakfast.â
Jungkook grinned, unrelenting. âThen round three in the shower?â
You groaned, but you were already folding, fingers running through the soft and haparzed strands of his hair again, lips catching his.
âRegroup. Round three now, everything else later.â
And he was already on top of the situation. Already on top of you.
Š ACHERONSOCIETY / 2025, all rights reserved. do not steal, repost, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
in which... you absolutely hate your co-worker, the insufferable Jeon Jungkook. but you're badly hurt, and somehow, your feet led you to his door.
pairing: jungkook x f!reader âś ( secret agents au )
word count: 7.7k
content warning: smut ( mdni ) âś angst âś mentions of blood, bruises, fights, sex, and lots of cursing.
notes: although I'm a sucker for the arctic monkeys original version, this one was inspired by hozier's cover of "do I wanna know". hopefully it's not too soft for what I've written, and if it is... well, sorry bout that !
đťđđ đđđđ was biblicalâlike the city itself had decided you were a stain it needed to scrub off the map.
You staggered through alleys slick with city grime, rainwater swirling in neon puddles at your feet. Every step punched a fresh flare of agony through your side, where your coat clung wetly to the blood seeping from beneath. You didnât know if your ribs were bruised, fractured, or split like kindlingâbut every breath felt like dragging lightning into your lungs and hoping you didnât catch fire.
Theyâd said four men. Maybe five.
Theyâd lied. It had been closer to elevenâif you were counting the one catapulted through the window. Youâd clawed your way through that hell. Fought like an animal in a trap. And youâd gotten what you came for. The hard drive burned cold and hard against your belly, its weight heavier than steel.
But now you were bleeding.
And somehow, your bodyâbattered, burningâhad walked you here.
Of all places.
To him.
You stood at his door, water dripping off your soaked clothes to pool at your feet, hand raised in mid-air, suspended in hesitation. The alley behind was too quiet. The storm outside sounded muffled, like the world was pressing in from all sides and this was the eye of it.
You hated him.
You hated him with an intensity that tasted like smoke and felt like lust. Hated his smirk. His arrogance. His voice. His eyes. His mouth. Hated how often you imagined it against your skin, even now.
But you couldnât walk another block.
And you couldnât risk what was in your hidden pocket. Couldnât risk losing yourself out there when you'd already lost too much.
Your fist met the door before your pride could stop it. The knock echoed through the porch. You turned your head, checking behind you out of habit, expecting a shadow to crawl from the storm. Nothing. Another knock, this time louderâsharper, more frantic. Pain bit at your side, sharp as a blade twisting. You doubled slightly, hand pressed harder over the heat blooming beneath your ribs.
And then the door jerked open.
And there he was.
Jeon Jungkook.
Fucking hell.
His black hair was a messâstill damp like heâd just gotten out of the shower, frowzy strands falling across his forehead. His raven eyes, sharp as always, scanned you in a single, sweeping glance. No flicker of surprise. No warmth. Just that same infuriating coolness that always made your blood boil.
âSeriously? Where the fuck have you been? Losing a fight with a sewer?â
His voice was a cold blade, smooth and deadly.
You didnât reply. You looked past him instead, scanning the dark corners behind his shoulderâchecking for threats, anything to distract from his judgment.
âHi to you too,â you muttered, lips twisting in a smile that wasnât a smile at all. Sarcasm was armor, and you wrapped yourself in it fast.
He didnât move. Didnât speak. Just stood there with his arms crossed like heâd been expecting youâand maybe he had.
That was the thing about Jungkook. He knew your tells like battle scars. And he used them.
"Can I come in?" you asked, the words rasping out before you could steel yourself. Your voice cracked, just slightly, under the weight of everything you were trying not to show. "Please."
That made him pause.
Jungkook wasnât used to you asking for anythingâlet alone pleading.
He didnât say a word. Just stepped aside, eyes never leaving yours.
You passed him like smoke, brushing too close, too fast, but not fast enough to miss the heat radiating off his skin. You didnât look at him again. Couldnât.
âThank you,â you muttered, half breath, half defeat.
The door shut behind you with a soft click.
You and Jungkook had been orbiting the same hell for too long. Tossed together by whatever bastard thought pairing oil with fire was a great tactical move. You worked like wolves. Clashed like storms. And when it mattered, you covered each otherâs backs with snarls and bloodstained fists.
Still, you had rules. Self-made. Non-negotiable.
No drinking with him.
No sleeping in the same room.
No letting him see you bleed.
No showing up at his door when you were breaking.
Too late.
The couch called to your bones, but his voice cut through the air like a whip. âYouâre soaking wet.â
You rolled your eyes, dragging a hand through your drenched hair. âNo shit, Sherlock.â
Your fingers found the back of the sofa, steadying yourself as exhaustion clawed at your spine. Your clothes felt like lead. Your skin itched from the dried blood you knew clinged underneath. If you closed your eyes, you were done for. So you didnât.
He moved to the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Leaned against the frame, arms folded, every muscle taut beneath the hold of a black shirt. The batteredâand quite edgyâfabric hugged his torso like it wanted to be torn off. His sweatpants hung dangerously low, a taunt all on their own.
Your gaze flicked down. Just once.
Big mistake.
"Iâm assuming you got it?"
The husky scrape of his voice pulled your head up. You stared for a beat, then moved to the table in the kitchen like your legs werenât screaming with every step.
"What do you think?" you bit back, reaching into your jacket and yanking out the hard drive. You chucked it at him without ceremony. âPrick.â
He caught it with the kind of lazy precision that always pissed you off. No flinch. No reaction. Just a long look, like he was trying to read past the rain and bruises to what lay underneath.
But your coat was still on. Your secrets still safeâfor now.
You slumped into a chair. He moved beside you, sliding his laptop across the table and plugging in the drive.
"âKay then, let's just throw the thing around so we lose the leverage we have and money we wonât be paid for."
You allowed yourself to shut your eyes for a second, and leaned your head against the wall behind you. âDramatic as ever.â
The clicking of his keyboard filled the room. Rhythmic. Familiar. You focused on it like it might keep you conscious.
âWhat took you so long then? Are you that out of shape?â
A small laugh escaped, tight with pain. âAs if.â You shifted in your chair, wincing as fire flared under your ribs. âThey lied. There were more of them than their intel promised. A lot more,â you muttered, voice brittle with leftover rage.
The keyboard stopped.
You opened your eyes to find him staring.
âHow many?â
You let out a breath. Winced again. âTen? Maybe twelve? I didnât exactly count heads while they were trying to break mine open.â
His expression faltered.
Just a crack. A flicker. Barely thereâquick enough that anyone else mightâve missed it. But you saw it. The sharp flash of something unspoken that darted through his gaze like a bladeâgone just as quickly as it came.
He stood slowly. Like he was bracing for impact. Like he could already taste the blood in the air. His movements were quiet, calculated. An animal not yet sure if it needed to strike or mend.
âYouâre hurt.â
The words were low, almost a growl. Not concerned. Not yet. But deadly focused.
âNot really.â You shot back too fast. Too automatic. The deflection barely made it past your lips before another sharp wince cut through you, slicing clean under your ribs like a warning. âIâm just soaked⌠and sore. Pretty normal after rain and knocking out a few men.â
His gaze sharpened.
Whatever heâd been doing on his laptop no longer mattered. Jungkook stepped closer, leaving the glow of the screen behind like it was nothing. His full attention snapped to you like the click of a safety being released.
His eyes dragged over youâslow, deliberate. Mapping out every flinch, every shiver of pain beneath your soaked jacket. You felt stripped bare, despite the layers you still wore. You hated that look. Hated how closely he could read you. Like his fingers werenât the only things that could undo you.
You shifted back in your seat instinctively, tension rippling down your spine.
But his voice cut through your retreat like iron.
âTake that off.â
The command didnât even try to be soft. You saw the way his jaw tensed around it, like he hated how much he wanted to say itâand how badly he meant it.
Your breath stilled. An unholy cocktail of defiance and heat clawed up your throat.
âExcuse me?â
âYou're drenched,â he said, cool and precise, but his tone wasnât nearly as detached as he wanted it to be. âYou're shaking. And now I can bet my ass you're bleeding too.â
His eyes droppedâtoo focused, too darkâand locked onto your side. His voice lowered, rough like gravel. âJust get in the bathroom.â
Oh. Oh. He was fucking serious.
And that made you want to punch him.
Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the heat rising in itârage, maybe. Or something worse. Your fingers curled tight against your thigh, jaw grinding. âYou can ready your ass then âcause you couldnât be more wrong!â
But even you didnât believe that. Your body throbbed in agreement, every nerve screaming betrayal beneath the slick black of your sleeves. You knew how to fake strength. But you were running out of it.
You stood. Slowly. Painfully. If you could just make it to the doorâ
âYou have the package,â you muttered, trying to keep your spine straight, even as your knees threatened to fold. âI already did my part. Now you keep it safe.â
You turned your back to him. The mistake was thinking heâd let you go.
You barely made it four steps before his hand was gripping the collar of your jacket, yanking you to a halt. âJust get in the fucking bathroom, for fuckâs sake!â
"Or what?" You spun, fury lashing in your tone, a snarl curling your lips as your fingers fumbled furiously with the zipper.
You would leave his place with or without the damn jacket. You didnât care. This was a mistakeâcoming here, letting him see you like this, giving him even an inch of something he could hold over you.
"Or I'll fucking make you," he growled, yanking the jacket from your shoulders as the zipper finally gave way.
The motion twisted your arms awkwardly, pain lancing through your side with a white-hot burn. You faltered. A sharp breath escaped you as your knees buckled.
He caught you immediately.
And when he steadied you, it wasnât with roughness. It wasnât with victory.
âSorry. FuckâI'm sorry.â His voice dropped, rough and ragged, hands gently guiding you back upright. âJust⌠please, let me help you.â
Your head fell forward, forehead brushing the side of his shoulder. Not from affection. From sheer exhaustion. From not having the strength to keep up the fight.
When you finally opened your eyes again, his were already watching you, one hand dragging through his hair in a clear sign of restraint. His chest rose and fell beneath that clinging shirt, his breath a little too uneven.
âLookâyou came to me. Youâre already here.â His hand returned to your hip, grounding and firm. âLet me just take a look at that.â
You opened your mouth, ready to throw another snarky line just to keep the rhythm of control in your corner, but before you could, he was already steering youâgently, insistentlyâtoward the bathroom.
âJungkookââ
His hand shot up near your mouth, not touching, just fingers curling in the air like he was this close to losing whatever thread of patience he had left.
âJustâshut your pretty mouth for a second.â He turned to open the bathroom door, not waiting to see if you obeyed. âGet in. Take that off.â
He nodded toward your shirt and gave the smallest push to your lower back. âIâll be right back. No arguing.â
And then he was gone.
The door clicked shut behind you.
His bathroom was bigger than expected. Clinical. Sterile. Almost too neat for someone in this line of work. But it made sense, in that strange, maddening way Jungkook always did. Controlled chaos in the fieldâtotal discipline at home.
The dim light spilled down the tiled walls in long, moody shadows. The floor was freezing under your bare feet as you peeled off your shirt, every movement stiff with pain. Your fingers trembled, but you managed it.
Your cargo pants stuck to your thighs, soaked and heavy. You unfastened them, sliding them low enough to access the damageâonly to the curve of your hips. Anything more and your pride would unravel too.
You sank onto the closed toilet lid in just your open pants and a black sports bra, arms bracing hard on the basin. Your breath came shallow, dizzy from blood loss.
The door swung open, startling you.
You jerked, arms flying up to cover your chest. âYou could always knock.â
âAnd miss the show?â His voice was low, shamelessâbut it didnât bite. There was no cruelty, only that maddening velvet steel that was his signature.
He stepped in slowly, kneeling before you with a med kit tucked under one arm, movements deliberate and devastatingly calm. The sight of him like thatâon his knees, flushed skin and damp hair, inked arm flexing beneath that cursed black shirtâmade your stomach twist violently.
Desire, or pain. Maybe both.
âJust give me thatâI can manage,â you said, reaching for the bottle of antiseptic in his hand.
But his fingers wrapped around yours, guiding your arm down with a tenderness that disarmed you more than any threat. âNo, you canât.â
He looked at youâreally lookedâhis eyes falling to the crimson trail running from your ribs, jaw tightening as he exhaled. âThisâll sting.â
His hands hovered over your skin, the gauze paused midair. He wasnât moving. Just staring at your torso like it told a story he hated reading.
You shifted. âWell?â
That snapped him out of it.
He pressed the antiseptic to your wound and your world exploded.
âSon of aââ
âBreathe.â His voice was a rasp, low and oddly soft, his free hand finding your hip. His fingers didnât pressâjust steadied. A quiet promise not to let you fall.
And for a second, you let him hold you like that.
You lost track of everything once he peeled the bloodied gauze away, his movements deft and careful. Jungkook picked up a hooked needle with the same deadly focus youâd seen him use while disarming a bomb or loading a gun. His teeth came down to snap the nylon thread, the noise sharp in the bathroomâs too-quiet air. Your breath hitched.
Modesty didnât matter now. Not with the sweat on your brow, the taste of copper in your mouth, and the burn that spread from your side like a live wire. You uncurled your arms from your chest and gripped the basin and wall behind you, knuckles whitening, fingers digging into porcelain.
âOh, GodâŚâ
You didnât mean to say it out loud.
He noticedâof course he noticed. Jungkookâs eyes darted to your face. Then his hands came down to your knees, grounding you with a touch that was unexpectedly steady. Unexpectedly warm. Like an anchor.
You couldnât stop staring at the needle, though.
Your gaze clung to it like it might jump at you. You werenât new to fieldworkâscars littered your skin like a patchwork of every mission that had gone sideways. But stitching? That was personal. Up-close and brutal. It wasnât the pain that got to you. It was the implication. The intimacy of being opened and closed again in someone elseâs hands.
Worse than all that was him seeing you like this.
Panicked. Fraying. Human.
âHey.â
His voice slipped through your spiraling thoughts.
Then his hand was on your faceâfirm and unrelenting. His fingers curved under your jaw and tilted your chin down, forcing your eyes to meet his. He looked thunderous, but not in the way youâd grown to expect. Not cruel. Not smug. He looked⌠patient. Focused. Like he was trying to will the fear out of you.
âYou really need the stitches, baby,â he said, and the nickname unraveled something low and sharp inside your chest. âI donât have anesthesiaâBut Iâll make it quick, I promise.â
You blinked at him, momentarily mute.
It wasnât just the painâit was the softness, the way he said baby like it was a secret he hadnât meant to let slip. You didnât know if you wanted to slap him or lean into him.
Your chest tightened. So you nodded, barely.
âThatâs it. Keep your eyes on me.â
And then he stitched.
The pain came instantly. Sharp and molten. Your whole body flinched, muscles locking as you grabbed your discarded shirt beside you and shoved it into your mouth to muffle the cry. It was either that or scream.
But you didnât look away from him.
Not once.
Even through the haze of agony, you couldnât ignore how he looked up at you between every pull of the thread. His brows furrowed in concentration, his lashes casting shadows over cheekbones sharpened by the low light. That little scar he had on his left one. Every few seconds, his eyes found yours, like he needed to make sure you were still breathing.
And worseâyou liked that he was watching.
His fingers moved too near your skin, grazing the edges of you, slow and precise. With each tug of the needle, a jolt ran through your spine. Not all from pain. Your body was buzzing, alive in a way that made you clench your jaw and hate every molecule of awareness you had.
Because why did he have to be this close?
Why did you want him closer?
You took the shirt out of your mouth and swallowed hard. The tension in your voice matched the tension on your skin. âYou always do this?â
He didnât look up. âDo what?â
âPlay medic for strays?â
His jaw clenched tight, shadow gathering under his cheekbone. His hand paused on the final stitch, threading the knot harder than needed. His silence was louder than a curse.
He tossed the needle aside like it had burned him, shoving the med kit across the tiles with a careless flick of his hand.
âOnly the ones that run into traps alone.â
The words cut deeper than the stitches.
His hands hovered in his lap, still curled into fists. You watched his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, hard enough to make that faint, telltale line dent his cheek. The one that only showed when he was furious. When he was trying to hold back.
You knew that look. Youâd seen it too many times. He always wore it before things exploded.
âYou shouldâve told me,â he said finally. His voice was raw, softer than before. A confession, almost.
You couldnât handle that softness.
Your gaze dropped to the floor, jaw tight. âItâs just a scratch,â you muttered, but the words rang false in your ears yet again.
He sat back on his heels, eyes still burning through you. âJust a scratch,â he repeated, the laugh hollow. âYeah, right.â
The silence that followed wrapped around you like a vice.
Not peaceful. Not even quiet. It throbbedâthe kind of quiet that made your skin prickle and your lungs tighten. It felt like something had cracked open between you, and neither of you knew how to close it.
You moved to stand, needing air, spaceâanything that wasnât this. But before your muscles could engage fully, his hand came down, flat and sure, against your thigh.
Not a grip.
Not a threat.
Just there.
âDonât,â he said.
You made the mistake of meeting his raven eyes.
Electricity. Thatâs what it felt like. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing the dark brown whole, and there was something feral clawing behind them. Something wild. Untamed.
Not hate.
Need.
âIâm not staying,â you whispered, barely able to push the words past the burn in your throat.
Jungkook rose in one fluid movement. He was suddenly there, towering over you, too close, too solid, the heat of him crowding the air.
âYouâre not going anywhere.â
The words were a promise. A warning. Maybe both.
He turned his back to you before you could respondâwalked to the sink like the conversation was over. He scrubbed his inked knuckles hard, the water hissing as it hit the porcelain, blood swirling down the drain in thin, ghost-red streams. He didnât look at you once.
But he didnât have to.
He thought youâd stay.
So you stood. Fast. Pain stabbed through your side, but adrenaline burned hotter. You clutched your wet shirt like a weapon, storming for the door with your pride clenched so tight it nearly suffocated you.
He moved before you could touch the handle.
âWhat is it now? Huh?â His voice snapped like a whip. âWhatâs the hurry?â
He stood in front of the door like a sentinel. Like heâd expected this after all. His body blocked every inch of escape.
âIâm going home,â you bit, hand flying to the knob. âYou have the damn drive, you donât need me to run it. Iâm done here.â
His hand clamped over yours, solid and immovable. His grip was hot, skin calloused. Like steel locked against silk.
âYou were bleeding just a second ago, goddammit! Youâre hurt. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm letting you out of here.â
Your voice dropped, venomous. âYou donât get to decide.â
Jungkook leaned in, so close you could feel the fire of him, smell the faint cotton-and-cigarette scent clinging to his skinâa contradiction so sharp it made your breath hitch. His voice came out low, all grit and fury, the heat of it brushing your cheek like a threat.
âI do when my co-worker is falling apart and pretending to be fine. Youâre not going the fuck out there like that and thatâs final. I didnât stitch you up only for you to drop dead.â
You didnât speak. Not with words.
Your body did.
You shoved him.
Hard.
Your palms collided with his chest and he staggered back, spine hitting the door with a thud that echoed like a gunshot. His jaw clenched. A muscle ticked in his neck. And for a secondâjust one secondâyou thought he might lunge. There was that flare in his eyes again. That glint of the monster you knew better than most. Want tangled with rage. But he didnât move.
He just stood there, breathing hard, teeth clenched behind those pierced lips he didnât part. The way he staredâlike he could rip you apart and worship you in the same breathâlit something molten in your chest.
Then, abruptly, he turned his face away, playing nervously with the loops piercing his bottom lip. Calmed himself. Swallowed it all.
âIâm running you an ice bath,â he muttered, voice flat but dragging like smoke over gravel. âItâll help with the bruises. Trust me, youâll thank me tomorrow.â
You didnât answer. You didnât need to. You stood there, vibrating with the fury and the pull, while he moved like a storm through the bathroom, filling the tub. You could hear the splash of the water hitting porcelain, could see the slow swirl of mist rising where frost met heat. Jungkook crouched and pulled something from behind the tubâa coiled noose of silver tubing, a trickle system you hadnât noticed. Typical. Always had a backup.
âThereâs clean towels there,â he said, passing you on his way out, pointing to a cabinet with one long finger. His shoulder brushed yoursâintentionally or not, it didnât matter. It burned. âDonât lock it,â he added without looking at you, already opening the door. âJust in case something happens. I wonât come in. Justâspare me from having to barge through it, will you?â
Then he was gone, the door closing behind him like a full stop.
You blinked.
Once.
Twice.
The room was quiet except for the hum of the water. You exhaled slowly, peeling away the rest of your clothes as you hated yourself for complying so easily. The sports bra clung to your skin like a second wound, and your pants stuck as if determined to keep every painful inch of the night stitched to you. Your underwear followed. Cold air rushed in against your naked skin, but it wasnât the chill that had your blood racing.
You stood over the tub for a moment, teeth sinking into your lip as your fingers hovered. Then, jaw tight, you slipped in.
It was ice.
Literal ice.
You hissed, biting down a scream as the freezing water bit into your bones like knives. But you didnât get out. You let it happen. Let it burn the heat off your skin. Let it numb the ache in your side and slow the beat of the panic still coiled in your gut.
You stayed submerged there until the pain was dulled by anotherâthe kind that started to settle in your fingertips, the subtle ache of skin flushing blue at the nails.
Thatâs when you moved. Slowly. Deliberately.
You rose, dripping and goose-pimpled, wrapping yourself in the thick towel you found exactly where he said it would be. Your body felt like it didnât belong to you anymore, your brain spinning in that hollow, too-calm way that meant you were still in survival mode.
Your eyes fell to your soaked clothes on the floor and tugged at your bottom lip again. Maybe you could use Jungkookâs drier and then call a cab or something. You gulped drily, looking down on yourself and the towel that hid even less than your previous attire.Â
But then again, the feeling of having the wet clothing itching back your skin, tormenting your wounds, made you want to yell.Â
You decided by leaving them in a heap in the corner and opened the bathroom door with a breath you didnât know youâd been holding.
And there he was.
Leaning against the wall right across from the door.
Waiting for you.
Like he knew you wouldnât bolt.
Like he dared you to.
His eyes dragged up your form slowly, drinking in the towel, the steam curling around your hair, the flush in your cheeksânot just from the water. His lips parted slightly, breath shallow, but he didnât speak.
The silence between you screamed enough.
He exhaled like he was trying to drag the edge off himself, and you stood there in a trance, waiting for him to move first in this chessboard you stood on every time you were face to face.Â
âItâs late. Take my bed,â Jungkook said finally, shoulders tensing, fists balled up inside the pockets of his sweatpants. âThe couch is a wreck and youâre not curling up on the floor like some damn street cat.â
Your laugh cut through the air, sharp and disbelieving. âDonât fucking order me around.â
âOh, I will, since you bled all over my bathroom and all that,â he shot back without missing a beat, turning down the hall like heâd already won. He didnât even check if you were following, but of course you didâseething and restless and not quite finished.
Jeon Jungkook was the king of final words. He collected them like weapons. Filed them sharp and threw them with intention. You doubted he even knew how to end a sentence without stamping it in blood.
When he reached his bedroom, the sight of his rumpled sheets made you pause in the doorway. They looked like him. Dark and messy and lived-in. He strode over to a dresser, fingers trailing over the wood as if the casualness could fool either of you. It didnât. His every movement was intentionalâcontrolled, like he was holding himself together at the seams.
âIâm not staying,â you said again, softer this time. A warning, or maybe a plea.
He didnât turn around. âYou are.â
Then his gaze liftedâthrough the mirror perched above the dresser. It met yours with devastating precision, and the current in the room sparked like something struck metal.
The bedroom shrank. The walls leaned in. The air felt heavier with every breath you stole, your pulse thudding traitorously against your skin.
You felt everything too muchâthe towel clutched tight around your chest, the damp fabric molding to your curves; the tendrils of wet hair brushing along your spine; the sting of cold air on your bare thighs. Your nipples peaked beneath the cotton, begging for a little more friction.
Jungkook turned finally, grabbed a shirt from the drawerâwhite, of all thingsâand tossed it to you with a flick of his wrist, eyes somewhere over your head. âIâll dry your clothes after you put that on.â
You caught the shirt with one hand, inhaling as it settled in your grip. It was soft. Lived-in. You could smell him on it.
He gestured with a jerk of his chin. âBedâs clean.â
You rolled your eyes instead of answering. Arguing now was pointless.
You could dig your heels in, sure. But your body ached. Your side pulsed. Outside, the rain hadnât let up for hours. And the bastards youâd escaped tonight werenât going to rest easy. If they were hunting, you werenât up for round two.
Plus, he did say he would dry your clothes for you. Youâd have to wait for that anyway.
Jungkook watched your stance shiftâread the surrender in your silence like the tactician he was. Deciding it was safe, he stepped forward, back to the mirror, facing away from you.
He gave you privacy. As if it mattered anymore. As if he hadnât already seen you stitched and half-naked, skin marked with blood and bruises.
Still, you waited.
You kept your eyes locked on his broad back, on the way his shoulders tightened when you didnât immediately move. He wasnât relaxedâhe was steel braced for impact. Like he knew what would happen if he turned again.
You let the towel slip. Slowly. Let it fall in a whisper at your feet before grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. It clung in places, soft cotton sticking to damp skin. His scent curled around you, confusingly comforting, irritatingly intimate.
You tugged at the hemâuseless. It barely brushed your thighs.
âOf all the black shirts you own, you had to choose the white one for me? For real?â
He turned thenâand froze.
His eyes dropped again. Just for a second. Took in the stretch of your legs, the curve of your hips, the little puddle starting to soak through the shirt as you brought your hair all to one side. His throat bobbed.
And when his gaze snapped back to yours, it was searing.
âIâm fine,â you found the need to reassure him, stepping forward. Too close. âThis isnât my first rodeo.â
âI know,â he said hoarsely, voice wrecked. âThatâs the problem.â
His eyes were wildâsomething caged came back, clawing just behind them once more. Like if he stayed a second longer, heâd do something neither of you could undo.
And so, he bolted.
âIâll finish checking the drive,â he barked, already halfway through the door, not sparing a glance back, closing it behind him.
You were left alone, blinking in the sudden silence, his scent still clinging to your skin, your blood still thrumming like a war drum.
You crossed the room slowly, each step softer than the last, until your legs hit the edge of his bed. And then, without thinking too hard, you slipped beneath his sheets, still warm from his body.
And for the first time in hours, you let exhaustion win.
Your eyes felt too heavy to open, but it was your own voice that betrayed you firstâa soft medley of a moan and a whimper, curling out of your throat like it hadnât asked for permission.
Everything smelled like him.
The cotton warmth of Jungkookâs bedsheets clung to your skin, soaked in his scent, and it made your limbs feel heavier, your thoughts more tangled. You shifted beneath its weight, your body aching and too warm under the covers. A chill skittered down your spine regardless.
Was there a window open?
You clenched the pillow under your head, breath catching as another whimper slipped out, softer this time, needier. âJungkook,â you whispered into the sheets, the sound too raw for comfort, too real.
And then you felt itâthat presence.
Like a sixth sense, prickling beneath your skin. The faint light beneath the door drew the silhouette of a man carved out of stillness, perfectly rigid, perfectly silent.
Your pulse surged.
Maybe he hadnât heard. Maybe you were imagining it. Fever dreams could do that.
But your breathing turned shallow, and the room spun slightly, dragging your consciousness fully awake. You could feel him, even without seeing his face. You could feel the way his attention wrapped around you from the other side of the door like a noose waiting to tighten.
And then your mouth betrayed you again, raspy from sleep and dry with nerves. âAre you coming in or not?â
The silence fractured.
The door creaked, slow and deliberate. The knob turned with a soft click, and then he was there.
Jungkookâs eyes latched onto yours like a hook in the gut. Gone was the usual sharpness, replaced by something rawâwide and glassy, like heâd just lost a fight with his own thoughts. His hair was a darker mess than earlier, like heâd run his hands through it in frustrated loops. His face looked shadowed, haunted. Sleep hadnât touched him.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, heat flashing beneath your skin. The thin sheet pooled at your hips, clinging to the sweat and fever coating your bare legs.
He just stood there.
âI tried the couch,â he said, voice low, almost hoarse. Like it hurt to speak.
You swallowed. Hard. âM-My clothes are probably dry now, Iâll goââ
âNo.â His voice cracked with something too sharp to be gentle. He gripped the frame of the door with both hands, like he needed to anchor himself or else heâd do something reckless. âStay. Itâs not that.â
His eyes followed your leg sliding beneath the sheets, and your breath stilled.
âWhat is it then?â you asked, trying not to let your voice tremble.
Jungkook hesitatedâthen his jaw clenched, breath flaring through his nose. âI kept hearing you⌠couldnât sleep.â
You licked your lips, nodding faintly. âI think Iâm breaking down in a fever.â
That was all it took.
He stepped inside, slow like he was wading through quicksand. As if afraid you might flinch. His knees met the edge of the bed and he hovered there, wavering fingers finally lifting to your forehead. Then your cheek. Then the slope of your neck. His touch was gentle, hesitant. Like he was afraid to confirm what he already knewâbut hungrier for the permission to touch you than he shouldâve been.
You didnât look away.
Your eyes stayed locked on his while his palm lingered against your pulse. And there was heat there, not just from the fever. Your thighs shifted under the sheets, friction teasing your skin in all the wrongâand rightâplaces.
âSo?â you asked, breathless.
Jungkook didnât respond right away. His hand was still on your neck, fingers grazing the sensitive skin behind your ear. His lips parted like heâd forgotten how to breathe.
âLet me⌠uh, let me check on the stitches.â
He pulled his hand away too slowly, reluctantly, and the air felt colder where heâd been. You nodded faintly, heart hammering, remembering suddenlyâdamn. You were still only wearing his shirt.
You swallowed again and tugged the covers higher over your hips before raising the hem of his shirt. You stopped right under your breasts, baring the stitched flesh to his eyes.
His breath caught audibly.
He didnât say a word. Just reached out, and when his fingers found the edge of your wound, they were soft. Reverent. He traced the perimeter of the bruising like he was learning it by touch.
Your eyes fluttered. You hadnât expected that kind of delicacy from him. But it was undoing you in pieces.
Then his fingers drifted lower. Barely an inch, grazing your skin like they had no business being thereâbut made themselves welcome anyway. Your stomach coiled, every inch of you taut with anticipation. And when he reached your lower belly, your breath hitched and a moan slipped out.
He froze.
âIââ he whispered, mentioning to pull back his fingers. âI should stop.â
You were faster.
Your hand shot out, seizing his wrist, eyes blazing. âDonât stop. Donât you dare stop.â
His breathing turned frantic, eyes wide and searching your face like it was a war he didnât want to win.
âYou donât know what youâre saying.â his voice trembled but made no move to get out of your hold. âYou have a fever andââ
âAnd Iâd say the same if I hadnât one,â you interrupted, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt until his lips hovered over yours.
Jesus, you had to be fucking delirious.Â
You struggled to pin his gaze, feeling the burning of your wound from holding your abs tight from the position you were in. But you werenât stopping this.Â
He growled low, like something deep in him finally snappedâand crashed his mouth onto yours.
Your fingers threaded through his hair instantly, tugging with just the right amount of pressure. He moaned into the kiss, biting your lower lip, devouring you with an intensity that blurred every line youâd drawn.
Clothes started melting away, yours first. Jungkookâs mouth only left yours to slide his t-shirt over your head. Then his hands ran all over your naked back as he trailed a path from your neck to the sweet spot beneath your ear, lowering you back down.Â
His tongue lashed and you could feel his body was heat and tension and want as you pulled him closer to you. âYouâre mine.â he whispered.
God, you needed his clothes gone.Â
You tipped your head back into the pillow, a whimper falling out of your mouth as you savored the warmth of his mouth back on your throat. The faint sting of his hand brushing against your ribs completely subsided by the knee he had between your legs, occasionally brushing against your core through the sheets.Â
âFor tonight,â you teased with a grin.Â
Jungkook fisted your hair and covered your mouth ardently, and you moaned feeling his damn tongue all the way down between your legs where you needed him most. Your toes curled in pleasure.Â
You didnât know if it was the burning fever taking control over your body or your own unbridled desire, but you needed him closer, needed to feel his skin on yours.Â
You started clawing his black t-shirt impatiently and he chuckled against your mouth, bringing his hand to the collar of it, pulling it out for you.Â
His heat poured onto your torso immediately and you shivered, letting your fingers glide over his narrow waist, getting under the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down to his thighs.Â
When you mentioned doing the same with his boxer briefs, mind dizzy as you felt him hard beneath it, he gripped your wrist, halting your movement.Â
âGod, youâre killing me,â he lifted himself inches off your face, staring deeply, voice wrecked with need. âWe canâtââ
âI told you. This is not my first rodeo,â you said against his mouth. âAnd I donât want to think about all of this. Just finish what you started.âÂ
Jungkook growled and his hand came down on your collarbone, pushing you. You fell back down onto the pillow, gasping as your hair fanned around you. He got up, baring his teeth, yanking his sweatpants and briefs all the way down.Â
Your heart started thumping in your ears, heat firing your chest, neck, cheeks, as your eyes drifted up his body. Your own burning for him.Â
Fuck. Perfect golden skin. Tight stomach, narrow waist. Toned arms, one of them inked to the knucklesâa devil in the night ready to pounce.Â
Killing smile.Â
Gentle, so fucking gentle with you tonight.Â
Jesus, you really were fucking delirious.Â
You clenched your thighs, but he kept pinning you down with his eyes, clearly unhappy about you being injured as well as you not wanting to think about the repercussions of what was going on between the both of you. Which you found adorable because his eyes kept darting to your breasts and then to your thighs as you peeled the sheets from them and watched him struggle to breathe.Â
Jungkook was as untamed as you were, and he couldnât stop the storm coming any more than you could.Â
Suddenly, all of him was stretched above you, fitted against your body like sin. He squeezed your thigh, pushing it down on the mattress, and you spread your legs wider. A whimper left your mouth when he came down grinding on you. Your back arching, eyes closing as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.Â
âMmm,â you fisted his hair back again, relishing on the softness of his raven locks.
His hips dipped again, rolling against you, and you bit your lips, pulling his face toward your mouth. âYou haveââ you tried as another roll of his body made you clench. âAhâplease tell me you have something.âÂ
He looked up to your eyes, smiling. âYeah.â
You bit his lower lip, dragging your teeth as he gasped and squeezed your under-thigh. You locked one ankle on his lower back, pushing him into you.Â
âAh, fuck,â he moaned.
His body stretched as he reached for his bedside table, opening the drawer and haphazardly pulling out its contents until he found what he was looking for. Your mouth only left his neck once he rose up, taking out a condom, looking down at you from between your legs.Â
Jungkookâs eyebrows were etched in anger as he tore the wrapper with his teeth. His eyes never leaving your body as he tossed it and fisted his cock.Â
Instinctively your hand came down to rub your clit and he groaned.Â
He looked like a god staring down on you as he rolled the rubber on. Your head swarmed with the vision, your fingers working faster, tummy coiling expectantly.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot it hurts,â he breathed hard, coming down on you again. Your eyes locked as he reached between you to guide himself.Â
Your hands snaked around his neck, one tugging at the hair on his nape as he crowned your entrance, pushing inside just barely. You couldnât help but clench. âJKâŚâ and he groaned in response.Â
âYouâll be crawling back to me,â he whispered, pressing himself deeper and deeper.Â
You moaned, relishing how he stretched you.
âYou can run away as much as you like,â he kept going, grunting as his inked knuckles wrapped around your neck. âThrow a tantrum for all I careâŚâ
He sank into you, filling you to the brink, so deep, stretching you so completely, that a single cry torn straight from your throat.Â
âBut after tonight, youâll be crawling back to me,â Jungkook growled. âAgain and againâYouâll be fucking mine.âÂ
His mouth crashed into yours, making you moan, bringing your legs to the small of his back as he withdrew and sank back in deeper and harder.
âOh, fuck,â your back arched off the bed.Â
Your breathing became labored as he propped himself with his other hand, staring you down as he plunged into you over and over. He gave a little squeeze on your neck, and you clenched around his cock, making him moan, dipping his head back for a moment.Â
Jeon Jungkook felt so good.Â
God, he felt amazing on top of you.Â
You clawed your way from his pecs, down to his abs, and you felt it tighten under your touch. His pace turning unruly, wild. Â
You spread your legs wide, as wide as they would go, dazed with fever and how good it felt the deeper he went. âNhg, you feel so fucking goodâfuck,â he gasped.Â
âI needââ you held onto him and he sucked the air groaning, âHarder, JK.â he rolled his hips into you on command.Â
God, you were spiriling.Â
Your hands snaked around his waist, and you digged your nails into his ass, helping him roll into you harder, as you met him halfway.Â
Sweat glistened your bodies, and it was getting hard to breathe. You couldnât give a damn if the stitches would tear, the lush pressure of him on top of you, inside of you, kept your mind reeling.Â
Youâll be fucking mine, he had said.Â
You already were.Â
âJungkook, Iââ you gasped, trying to mold his body to yours as your orgasm started building. âJungkookââ
âWhat, Jungkook, what?â he teased.Â
But your mouth came to the curve of his neck and collarbone instead, biting and moaning as he kept ramming your spot over and over.Â
Your nails dragged down his back, burning his skin as you arched into him. You cried out as you found your release, the world spinning, your body wrecked as euphoria crashed into you.Â
Holy shit.Â
Jungkook came completely undone a few erratic thrusts later, with the sexiest moan youâd ever heard in your life. He managed to hold himself from collapsing on top of your wound, shifting gently to the side.Â
You were both a tangled and panting mess. You closed your eyes, enjoying his heavy breathing on your mouth.Â
You felt his hand snaking to your hair again, turning your head to the side. He pecked on your mouth slowly until you opened for him, not helping the whimper as your tongues collided again.Â
âJungkook, what?â he asked again lazily, his eyes barely opening, hazy with pleasure. âWhat was it that you were going to say before?â
A laugh rumbled on your chest, low. You nuzzled your nose on his and although you were unable to remember what the hell you were about to say, you decided to do what you did bestâtease him.Â
âOh, nothing⌠I was just going to say that, uhm, I hate you.â you kept your eyes closed, waiting for his reaction.Â
When he didnât utter a single word, you opened one of them to see his eyebrows were angry and he tilted his head in that way you fucking loved to tease him about it.Â
âYou do know Iâm literally still inside youâ?âÂ
You snorted, rolling to the side and claiming his mouth once more.Â
God, you were fucked.Â
-âáŻâś part two !
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pairing: student! fem reader x student! jeon jungkook
summary: when you finally get your crushâs number, you expect the start of an epic love storyâ not a random guy making fun of you because he thinks the guy youâve been obsessed with for the last six months gave you a fake number. Jeon Jungkook, the one who replies, finds it entertaining and helps you chase the guy⌠at least until he finds out that the person heâs been helping date another guy is you, the girl heâs been obsessed with for the last two years.
genre/warning: this is a smau fic!! with narration included in some chapter but itâs mostly messages/tweets. very unfunny jokes. this is mostly crack/fluff.
authors note: a lot of grammar mistakes cause iâm too lazy to edit them out>_<. a little plot twist there, next chapter the crash out of the century will arrived
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â chapter six: my name is jungkook
lowkey insane amount of chats. anyway the secret is out heheheh what do u think??
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your new neighbor is just numbingly cute, but itâs hard getting his attention. so when you find out heâs handy, you decide to sabotage every single item in your home, trying to lure him in.
â pairings. jeon jungkook x female reader
â word count. 20k
â warnings and tags. idiots to lovers, idiot!oc and idiot!jungkook, voyeurism, just pure insanity, a lot of dumb jokes, dumbbb inner monologue, a room with a view, m!masturbation, more idiocy, fingering, oc has an inner thigh tattoo, f!masturbation, dryhumping (kinda), teasing, subby!koo, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cowgirl, creampie.
notes ! alrighty guys, sheâs here. iâve been working on her for two months now, and iâve grown stupidly fond of these two characters, so i couldnât help but write a bit of a sugar-sweet ending. also, iâve kept the synopsis kind of vague cuz iâm not spoiling shit. this wraps my part of the press rewind collab, but anaâs âtaste the crushâ is still on the way so donât go crying in the corner, now! it will blow ur minds <3
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The moving-truck pulls up at exactly 7:15 am. You know this why? Well, because the excruciating noise of the car backing up, that repetitive beep outside your window, is practically ringing in your eardrums by now.Â
And on a Saturday for christâs sake. Canât a girl sleep through the morning anymore? Are we past that point?
These last weeks have been nothing but large stacks of paperwork and overtime at the office, so you really do cling to the weekend like your life depends on it. But today, this exact morning, it doesnât look like youâll be getting it your way.Â
You roll over in bed, pulling the covers over your head before screaming into the pillow. Screaming so overwhelmingly loud that your head starts pounding. Or it might be the actual tinnitus youâve received from this fucking monster of a moving-truck that has rolled up and ruined your entire day.Â
The pillow gets covered in both spit and what seems like actual tears before you breathe out, trying to calm yourself. But as your scream dies down, the sound of the truck returns, and with it comes loud noises which are seemingly two men speaking to each other. Screaming at each other might be a better description, since they canât possibly hear a word either of them are saying over the loud beeps.Â
âMore to the right!â one of them yells, a deep and desperate voice.Â
âIt wonât fucking go more to the right!âÂ
Your face is actually hurting from how hard youâre frowning, your expression turning into an exaggerated crying-face. You fold your hands together, and you actually pray to God, something you havenât done in a while. Last time was when you forgot to pay your phone bill, and you begged to higher powers every time you had to make a phone call. It feels nice getting in touch with God again, even though youâre not much of a believer, itâs good to know heâs there. Like a free therapist.Â
âYou have more room!â the first voice screams out, and your prayers get cut short.Â
After this loud exclaim, the street outside your window turns into complete mayhem. Overbearing voices layering over each other, cursing and complaining, while the repetitive sound of the truck backing up continues throughout the two menâs heated argument.Â
âI want my mom,â is all youâre able to cry out into the pillow, so incredibly tired and defeated that the thought of waking up at this hour has your stomach turning. Maybe you should go puke.
The noise is apparently never-ending. The guys continue to scream and shout while the truck is in park, and now comes the loud screech of the rolling back-door being opened. It sounds like metal grinding on metal, high-pitched enough to make your teeth ache.
Thatâs it. Youâve had enough. If these idiots are planning on waking the whole neighborhood, fine by you, but they are not about to ruin your sleep. Your oh-so-precious sleep.Â
You lift your torso off the bed so abruptly that your covers fly off your body. The cowlick in your hair is so prominent now that your scalp actually feels sore. A bed head so crazy that it hurts. But thatâs not of importance right now, not when these morons are still loose in the street. They should be happy you donât carry weapons in your home.Â
With a groan that reverberates off the walls, you get out of bed and hurry your way out of the room, down the stairs and to your hallway. In a frenzy, you search for something to cover your silken nightgown, and ultimately pull on a long, fuzzy coat, arms hugging your frame as you step into your shoes.Â
You fumble with the lock before the door evidently opens, and as you step out, your eyes lock with the humongous moving-truck. Itâs parked outside the house facing yours. Great, you already hate your new neighbor, itâs just wonderful that theyâre this close.Â
Your lips curl as you close in on the truck. You canât see the two men, but you can still hear them arguing. Theyâre probably hidden behind the large frame of the vehicle. So you prepare yourself to scold them, without really knowing where to aim your aggression.
âGood morning to you too! Are you guys thatââ
Your words die in your throat. Because as the greeting leaves your lips, one of the men step forward from behind the truck. And you think youâre about to have an aneurism.Â
âSorry, sorryâI know. Itâs a lot of noise.â The guy sticks his neck out, slightly bowing before you. Heâs stupidly hot. Like earth-shattering attractive, the kind of guy you usually only see in magazines at the kiosk. Heâs in a buttoned-up denim jacket, and it looks like heâs wearing nothing underneath, the neckline revealing just a sliver of skin. Enough for you to go mute, anyways.Â
Your eyes widen, and your lips curl inwards to suppress any kind of sound that might escape you. Unfortunately youâre not properly dressed for this meet, as youâre in nothing but a satin pajama set and an open coat, one you immediately wrap around yourself by crossing your arms tight over your chest. Who is this guy? Please dear god let him be your new neighbor and not just some boy helping with the unloading, some guy who works for this awful truckâs company. Heâs so cute.Â
He stretches tall before you, his broad figure blocking out the morning sun that should be covering your face. And you stand there like some kind of idiot in a white, fuzzy coat, unable to form words. Itâs fortunate that itâs early enough for you to brush this off as morning-fog, and not you actually going dense over seeing an attractive person of the opposite sex. Youâve already forgotten why youâre here, why you decided to bother this man.
âD-did I wake you?â he asks, and you almost miss his question entirely as you keep drifting away, ogling at the piercing in his lip. Itâs so delicately placed, just a small silver spiral on the left side of his bottom lip.
Okay you have to speak before you come off as either incredibly creepy, or very dense. The first option is what motivates you the most. âWell⌠kind ofâbut itâs all good,â you lie. You wish you couldâve slept through the morning, at least for another hour. But hey, if you werenât awake by now, you wouldâve maybe never met this mysterious man (who please, please, please might be your new neighbor).
The truck driver steps out of the vehicle, an older man with a snap back and a fat stomach. You donât really have the same reaction seeing him as you did the stud standing before you. âNeed help?â He gestures towards the boxes inside the back of the van.Â
The boy turns from you, shaking his head at the driver, âNo-no, I can manage.â
âLet me at least help you unload itâyouâve got a lot of shit.â
Your new neighbor laughs awkwardly, his eyes darting towards you before immediately looking away again. Awe cute, heâs having trouble keeping eye contact. You flush involuntarily, and as youâre about to speak â ask him if he does need help, if heâs moving here alone â he rolls up one of his sleeves, and you forget all questions. Dear mother of god. His forearm is covered in tattoos, a sleeve so detailed you canât help but squint, trying to make out what they read. Not only is his arm inked, but his knuckles are covered as well.Â
What a beautiful man. Is it weird you want to lick them? Maybe, letâs not go there just yet.Â
He chuckles, one hand coming up to scratch the back of his head, âFine you unload it, so I can apologize to this nice lady.â
Oh my god thatâs you. Hello! You swallow hard, almost choking on your own saliva, eyes widening with something between surprise and flush. Trying to redeem yourself, trying not to look fucking dense, and you giggle. Fuck that might not help at all. You crease your eyebrows, straightening your posture, and try speaking.Â
âNo, no, I was serious, donât apologize. I needed a waking up, anyways!âÂ
He laughs, one of his hands moving up to fiddle with the silver hoop in his ear. âI feel like I made a shit first impression.â
First impression. Oh my god â he is your new neighbor. Cue the fireworks, this might be the best day of your entire life. Heâs moving into the home just above the street, and that only means one thing. His bedroom window overlooks yours, vice versa. This had up until now been quite the problem, as your past neighbor was an old unmarried woman. It was upon catching a glimpse of her through your window late one evening that you realized everything starts to sag when getting older.Â
So youâve grown a habit of drawing the curtains. Maybe you donât need to, now. Or maybe itâs even more important you do, as seeing this man undress â or maybe with another girl â might not be all that great for your sanity. But letâs not discuss voyeurism already, you should maybe start by answering him.Â
âYou really havenâtâbut if it helps I can think of many ways for you to redeem yourself.âÂ
Why did you say it like that? It feels like someone has just spilled a bucket of ice over your shoulders, your entire body tensing after the sentence leaves you. You were just trying to sound cool, casual maybe, but instead youâve ended up sounding like someone straight from a porno. The driver who is still standing just by the two of you, eavesdropping, chuckles as he shakes his head, turning to get back in the truck â finally leaving the two of you alone.Â
Eager to change the subject and flee your own embarrassment, you give him your name in a haste, trying to steer away from whatever nonsense you just told him. He nods quickly, parting his lips, about to give you his name. You on instinct bow, arms flat by your sides⌠which is something you should have never done.Â
âIâm Jungkook, nice toââ
You donât know which one of you misread the situation, but as you bow, Jungkook stretches his hand out, presumably to shake yours â but this ends in his flat palm grazing the side of your boob. Your coat is unfortunately open, and his hand slips past the fabric as you bend, long fingertips brushing against your soft pyjamas.Â
Apparently youâre not very good at this âwelcomingâ thing. Fuck.Â
Alright. Itâs been a week since Jungkook moved in. Heâs been living in the house just before yours, youâre literally facing each other.Â
So where the hell is he? Hopefully he hasnât moved away out of sheer embarrassment. That wouldâve just been too horrific.Â
Youâve been checking your mailbox a bit more often than usual, youâve been mowing your lawn for the first time in years, youâve found any old excuse to exit your home and move out into your yard⌠seemingly all for nothing.Â
Because every time youâre out there, every time you look out your window, every time you drive by â his lights are off.Â
And youâre pretty sure heâs not living some kind of nocturnal life like a creature who despises the sun, or any kind of light whatsoever. So is he hiding? Or has he just not moved in yet? After your first (and only) meet, you ran back inside just to watch him carry all the heavy boxes through his front door. Drool was practically coating your chin as you saw the way his jaw tightened with every heavy lift, how his eyebrows creased. His jean jacket was covering his muscles, but that was probably for the best⌠you donât know what the sight of his biceps would do to you.Â
This was of course after the both of you apologized after the unfortunate boob-graze. Thatâs an interaction you canât seem to forget, as itâs literally eating you alive. You have to see him again, you have to make sure heâs not sickeningly embarrassed by your presence.
Anyways: you saw him carry all his belongings into the new home⌠so you would assume he has moved in? He has moved in. But where on gods green earth is he?Â
Your glass of water overflows, coating your hand as youâve forgotten to turn off the faucet. You click your tongue, screw the handle shut, and tip your head down. Youâve been standing by the sink, the one by the window, drifting away as you stare at Jungkookâs house.Â
A loud sigh escapes you. A week ago, you thought youâd finally have something exiting to focus on, a new crush in the midst of your horrible everyday life, which sadly only consists of work, work, and more work. You need a distraction, so badly it hurts⌠so where the hell is the cute boy-next-door?Â
A week and two days. Jungkook has been âmissingâ for a week and two days. You could cry. You shouldâve never gotten your hopes up, you fucking idiot.Â
Youâve now taken comfort in loud music, trying to drown out your thoughts after a nine hour shift, the bass in your car speaker vibrating as youâve cranked the volume up as far as it goes. Donna Summers. Sheâs the only one thatâs helping right now.Â
Youâre nearing your neighborhood, singing along to Donnaâs vile lyrics about pleasure and men, kind of crying on the inside. Itâs been so long. Work is consuming you, and all the men around you are fucking dumb in their brains. Mushy brain activity. So you havenât had the time⌠and you havenât wanted to either. And now, you think you mightâve forgotten how to do it. Every part of it. Itâs been, what, four months now? Jesus.Â
The next turn leads to your street. You lower the volume just a bit, as you donât want to disturb the neighborhood. You slow as youâre about to enter your driveway⌠when everything inside you turns to liquid.Â
Heâs here.Â
There, in his driveway, carrying a large speaker out of his trunk, is Jungkook.Â
As your whole body is tuned to him, you have to be careful not to run him over as excitement takes a hold of you. So you pretend youâre fine, slowly driving by as you turn in your driveway, parking your car. Your whole body is vibrating, trembling as you cut off the engine. You have to really prep your mind, calm down, before you step out.Â
Heâs just across from you when youâre out the door, walking carefully across his yard not to drop the heavy stereo. And heâs dressed so cutely that you could cry⌠heâs in a beanie. Just a thick, black beanie with a small, white logo in the middle. He looks like a marble, actually. A boy with a very wide, large frame, who just happens to have a very round head, and a set of very kissable cheeks.Â
Okay letâs not go there, letâs clear our heads. You take a deep breath, and you swallow a scream as Jungkook locks eyes with you when you step out of your car, a tiny smile stretching across his face.Â
Alright, heâs smiling. Heâs not hiding from you. He mightâve not let your last interaction eat him alive. You have to speak first, seem casual.Â
âWell, hi there, neighbor.â You hope it sounds casual, flirty. Not weird. Maybe even a bit seductive.Â
Unfortunately, you caught him at a bad time⌠the stereo is really heavy. You see him form his mouth around the word âsorryâ before lowering the large piece to the ground with a grunt. He wipes away a glisten of sweat before placing a hand on his hip, steadying his breathing. âOh, hi⌠look who it is.âÂ
He remembers you. If you werenât doing everything in your power to stay cool right now, you could probably run up and down the walls of your house. But you donât, obviously. Instead, you slowly cross the street, ready to converse (casually) with your neighbor.Â
âI think thatâs my line,â you answer as youâre closing in on him, finally crossing the curb of his driveway. âThought Iâd lost a perfectly good neighbor.âÂ
Youâre finally back to your true self, not that sheepish, brain-dead girl from your first meet. You tiptoe your way over to him, and to your surprise he responds by scrunching his nose. His eyes narrow, and a tiny almost unnoticeable smile forms in a small line across his face.Â
âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily,â he coos, now leaning on the tall speaker.
âWhereâve you been?âÂ
His hand comes up to scratch the back of his head, the beanie falling slightly into is eyes, something he fixes right away with a quick tug. âHad to postpone my move⌠uh theââ he stops himself to chuckle, âThe plumbing system needed a bit work.âÂ
Ohhhhh. You realize youâd gotten yourself worked up over nothing, when in reality he just stumbled upon some hardship in his new home. A soft giggle escapes you, but you snap out of it, optioning for calm and collected. âSorry, jesus, doesnât that cost like a ton?â
Jungkook shrugs, âNot when you do the job yourself.â
Okay, so heâs handy. Thatâs good to know. Itâs almost primal, but knowing a man is good with his hands⌠could it really get much better than that?
After Jungkookâs official move in, you see him more often. You engage in light conversation when the two of you leave for work, seemingly at the same time every day, around 7:30 am. Apparently, he works at a hotel, but exactly what it is he does is something you havenât gotten to ask him yet. But you know his days are longer than yours, you can hear the sound of his car pulling up in his driveway at six oâclock.
About two weeks pass, and your relationship doesnât move along with time. It just stays kind of still, just casual chatter. And you think youâre about to lose your mind.Â
Thatâs when you have the brilliant idea of summoning him. He said himself he was handy, that he could fix things. So why not fix shit at your place?Â
The problem is that nothing in your home needs fixing, everything works annoyingly smooth. But you can fake a leakage, fake a power-out. Anything, really, if you put your mind to it. So you strut down from your bedroom one cool and dark Sunday morning, and make your way to the radiator. You look at the screw-handle, look at the temperature.Â
With one quick and kind of painful pull, you twist the knob off entirely, and the temperature drops.
Tihi â oh no! How will you manage without a heater during this cold weather? How ever will you fix this?Â
Itâs eleven in the morning, not too early that youâll be a disturbance. You slip into a pair of slippers, let your hair stay a bit ruffled (itâs better if it looks unplanned, and not like youâve cleaned yourself up), and wobble out the door in your large fuzzy coat.Â
A tiny, borderline evil smile stretches across your face when you see his lights are turned on. Heâs awake. Your small slippers sink into the newly fallen snow beneath you, leaving a trail of your evil plan behind you. And as you reach his doorstep, you brush your soles off on the doormat, because you never know if he might invite you inside and kiss you and ask for your hand? You canât rule anything out here, itâs better to be safe than sorry. After your feet are all clean, you ball up a fist, breathe in deep⌠and let your knuckle meet his door in a row of rhythmic knocks.
It takes a while before the door opens, so while you wait â you prepare a distraught and helpless expression, Bambi on ice, chased bunny, anything to make you look adorable and unprotected. Something that might invite him to take care of you. If this sounds insane, do not worry! You are checking yourself straight into a mental facility after this.Â
The door opens.
âOh, hi.â
You have to try your hardest to keep face, to hold onto your helpless expression, but itâs not easy⌠because before you stands bed-head-Jungkook. A sight that is wild enough to send you straight into psychosis. His hair is kind of everywhere, a large piece of loose strands sticking straight up from his dark, thick locks. His eyes appear smaller than they usually are, sleep coated over his glowering expression. It could seem like you caught him at a bad time as he doesnât smile, doesnât bother asking why youâre here⌠but you gather he might just not be fully awake. The lights coming from inside his house deceived him, betrayed him, he mightâve been napping.Â
âSorry,â you whisper through grit teeth, almost winching. Your eyebrows curl gently as you form your mouth around a pout, wanting him to feel bad for you. It immediately works, thank god, as his eyes widen and posture straightens. âIâm so sorry to disturb, but Iâm kinda in a crisis.â
âWait, what?â he takes a step forward, his bare feet meeting the cold of the doorstep. His arms wrap tightly around himself, shielding the exposed skin from the cold. Heâs only in slacks, a pair of sweatpants that you canât bring yourself to look at, and a white, all-too-tight t-shirt. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Itâs like a slot machine goes off in your brain, hitting jackpot once you know heâs in your trap. Your nostrils flare as you try imitating a subtle cry, and your hidden hand retracts from your pocket. In your palm lies the free knob of your radiator, which you show Jungkook, almost like youâve come bearing a gift. And with a sharp intake of breath, you continue.Â
âIt was really cold, so I wanted to turn up the heat, but the handle was stuckâlike really stuckâso I twisted too hard, I think⌠and the whole thing justââ you lift the knob higher, almost shoving it in Jungkookâs face⌠which fortunately looks completely consumed by your story. You continue with a whine, ââit just poof, flew right off.â
You tell him you remembered he said he fixed his plumbing system, that you had pissed off your every electrician before, that youâd pay him if necessary: anything, trying to sound desperate. He immediately brushes off your suggestions, and with a hand on your shoulder, he tells you:Â Of course Iâll take a look at it. Donât worry.
It feels almost surreal finally having him in your home. You havenât cleaned or anything, everything feels unprepared, you shouldâve maybe thought this through a bit further. But heâs here, and thatâs all that matters.Â
As he crouches down before your broken radiator, you walk in a slow trail back and forth behind him, studying everything heâs doing. Looking at the way his muscles strain underneath his tight tee, the white fabric almost going sheer as he stretches further down. It feels almost illegal watching it, so you let your thumb fly to your mouth, and you bite down at the tip of your soft fingernail.Â
âUh, that knob is useless,â he tells you, letting his fingertips brush underneath the radiator, chuckling. And with that, he gets to his feet. You frown, look down at the temperature reader, and frown even harder. Itâs back on⌠just like that. He fixed it in under a minute â he might be a wizard. Jungkook turns to you, brushing off imaginable dust off his knees. âThereâs a tiny wheel underneath your radiator, you can use that until I figure out how to get you a new screw-handle.âÂ
Completely defeated, you huff, eyes darting down to your feet, âNo, thatâs okayâyouâve done⌠so much.âÂ
Jungkook laughs, âI havenât really done anything, you asked for my help. I can still help, thereâs just not a lot to do right now.â
First attempted seduction: Unsuccessful.Â
Jungkook came over two days ago with a brand spanking new radiator. He hadnât told you about it, he just rang your doorbell and there he stood: with a humorously large box in his arms. Also, he was wearing that beanie again, which didnât help. All you could focus was on the pair of black marbles he had for eyes, which were now way more prominent as everything else way more or less hidden. But the thing was, the new radiator seemed more like a friendly act of service rather than something suggestive. He told you installing it would be easy, so after he left, he let you do that yourself (although it took about three hours and an absurd amount of tears⌠turns out it wasnât so easy after all).Â
Of course you Venmoed him, but if he was trying to flirt⌠heâd tell you: no, no, my treat, or donât worry about paying me back, Iâm just glad I could help. But he gladly took your money (thatâs not what made you so mad, you obviously didnât expect him to spend hundreds of dollars on you⌠youâre not that insane), the thing was â he fled your home like his ass was on fire. Like, fully power-walking out your door. He almost forgot to say his goodbyes.Â
And it doesnât get any better. That same night, you caught your first glimpse of him through your bedroom window. Youâd tried to stay away from peeking, keeping your curtains closed, but you were careless that night, youâd forgotten completely. And you have now become victim of your own, self-inflicted hell. You didnât see much, he was out of frame before you knew it, almost like he dodged your eyes. But you saw enough.
You had been on the phone with one of your girlfriends, conversing about nothing and everything⌠when you turned your head to see the curtains undrawn. What worried you first was the fact that you were fresh out the shower, so you tiptoed over your floor, quicky reaching out for the draperies to shield yourself from the outside street â when you saw him. Just a flash of him, a flash of torso, a flash of chest. You drew the curtains right away.Â
There was already a part of you that was already insane about him, but having seen him, just a flash of him in the window, seemingly facing you⌠it sent you into a spiral. The way his tattoos curled perfectly around his bicep and up to his chest, that plump, big chest. And why was he looking at you? He disappeared immediately, before you could draw your curtains. You were certain you imagined it, especially when you told your girlfriend who was still on the other line. Because when you described what you just saw, you realized you sounded schizophrenic.
âMy hot new neighbor who Iâve been plotting on for weeks was just in his window naked waist up and he looked at me.â
But even if it was just your imagination running wild, nothing can stop you now. Youâve gone completely insane. You have to have him, itâs all you can think of. So now, youâre standing by the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Youâve done your make-up prettier than usual, youâve coated your eyelids in a shimmering, pearly shadow, just something to make you look a bit more glistening. Your hair frames your face perfectly, softly, you look cute. Itâs all a ploy.Â
You crouch, getting down on your knees, resting on the warm bathroom tiles as you open the small cabinet underneath the sink. There, built into the wall, is a long pipe, a few screws, all kinds of stuff you have no idea how works. Youâve unclogged the drain before, so you know you can screw the pipe open, get your hands dirty, stuff them far down to fish for whateverâs stuck at the bottom. But right now, youâve planned to do the inverse. In your left hand rests a tiny lipliner, something so small it couldâve easily slipped in your hands and through the narrow drain in your sink. At that thought, you wrap your hand around the pipe, turning and twisting on the screws until it pops open⌠and you shove the lipliner inside.
Oh no!
You cover up your tracks, slip into a very revealing, white-lace dress, a pair of kitten heels, and run down the stairs. Hehe.Â
Once again you pull on your fuzzy coat and make your way out the door, barging out on a journey you know all too well now. You donât care that your heels dig into the muddy snow, youâre walking too fast to take notice of it. His lights are on, and this time itâs the evening â if heâs napping now, then thatâs his problem.Â
He opens the door right away this time, you only get in about two good knocks before the surface is removed from underneath your knuckles. Jungkookâs breath comes out a bit staggered as his eyes land on you: you in that teeny-tiny dress, your coat hanging open to reveal your soft breasts pressing together with every intake of breath, the gentle, untouched skin of your thighs blooming with goosebumps. And just as youâd like, it seems like a lump gets stuck in his throat as heâs about to swallow, his primal, man-brain going blank at the sight of a pretty girl.Â
âYou wonât believe what just happened!âÂ
You lie your way through it all, tell him you were getting ready (what for, you donât say, mainly because itâs all an act, but also because you want him to ask), that you were touching up your makeup before the mirror when the lipliner just slipped, swoosh, just like that! Fell down the drain. And you have to have it back, itâs the only one youâve got, so could he please help you?
If you were Pinocchio, your nose would by now be long enough to reach out for the doorhandle, do Jungkook a favor and slam it shut. Thankfully, youâre not, and of course Jungkook abides, although he seems to hesitate a bit.Â
He's even weirder this time than he was the last, the time he bought you a new radiator and ran out your door. Heâs having a hard time holding eye contact. And as you slip past him, walk before him up the stairs, you hear him actually trip in his steps. Him being nervous just makes you bolder, so you turn to check up on him.
âOh my god, do you need a hand?â you say as you see him bracing one arm on the step before him, the other on the handrail. His head is tipped down, dark strands of hair covering his face before he lifts his gaze just a bit, looking up at you through the silken fringe. Those eyes show absolutely no mercy, theyâve gone dark, making him look something between furious and humiliated.Â
âI think Iâm the one thatâs here to help you, not the other way around.â
You almost chuckle at his response, but you keep your cool, raise your eyebrows to remain that effortless, innocent expression, before you return to your journey up the stairs. Jungkook does the same⌠that is after breathing out a loud sigh.
Thereâs no telling why Jungkook is acting like this. He went from very sweet and helpful boy-next-door to seemingly being extremely annoyed by your demands. But he carries them out, nevertheless.Â
âYou think itâs stuck at the bottom?â he asks, now down on his knees on your bathroom floor, crouching to get a better look at the pipe. You nod behind him before answering.Â
âI hope soâor itâs long gone in the ocean,â you joke, but Jungkook doesnât laugh. He just carries out his task, never looking back at you, staring straight ahead while twisting on the screws. Itâs again over in just a minute, he reaches down for the lipliner and his fingertips find it immediately.Â
âGot it.âÂ
He braces his hands on his thighs to straighten and raise from the bathroom floor, still not facing you, but moving forward to turn on the sink, washing both your lipliner and his hands. You try not to look disappointed as Jungkook can easily lift his gaze and see you behind him in the mirror, so you try smiling instead. Your reflection stares back at you, and you cringe⌠it doesnât look like the most convincing smile out there. So you option for verbal praise instead, âNow, what would I do without you?âÂ
Jungkook tongues his cheek, giving his head a single jerk while still washing his hands. Still not looking at you.Â
This is getting annoying, you didnât dress up, fake a crisis, drag him over here â for his eyes to be glued to the god damn sink. You sigh, pouting as youâre about to speak, âIsnât it weird using a lipliner that has been down the drain?â
âDonât know.âÂ
Ugh, heâs giving you nothing. Still, you donât give up.Â
âMaybe I donât need more liner, what do you think?â
âDonât know.âÂ
âCome on,â you reach out, grabbing his wrist, droplets splashing over the edge of the sink, onto both you and Jungkook, but it doesnât matter. You angle him so that heâs facing you, his nostrils flaring when his eyes finally meet yours. You poke your chin further out, instigating for him to study your lips, your lips which are coated in pink, shimmering lip-gloss⌠your lips who look very inviting. âWhat do you think, do they need any lip-liner?â
Jungkookâs eyes flick frantically over your face, unsure of where to look, but knowing exactly what you want. And before you know it, your hand is suddenly empty. Your fingers unclasp around his wrist, because Jungkook rips free of your grip, stepping back with a groan, âStop it, please. I beg you.â
What? Your eyes widen.
Oh my god, you fucking idiot. What have you done. Youâve scared him shitless, just because you have a stupid crush on him. Oh my god. Embarrassment rushes through your veins and appears as dark flush across your soft cheeks. And before you, Jungkook stands with a heaving chest, looking over at you with wide eyes like you just tried eating him alive⌠which in all fairness you kind of did. But his breath wavers, and his eyebrows crease, and it looks like somethingâs breaking inside him.Â
âIâm embarrassed by it enough as it is⌠it was awful and Iâm sorry⌠but stop. Stop fucking playing with me. Itâs mean.âÂ
Huh? Okay it seems as if heâs gone completely off the rails here, because what on earth is he talking about? What was so awful? What is he sorry about?
Your face changes, going from embarrassment to just pure and utter confusion, your eyebrows knotting while your mouth hangs open, â⌠What are you talking about?âÂ
This seems to have caught Jungkook off guard, his eyebrows lifting high on his face. He seems just as lost as you are, but something behind his expressions reminds more of humiliation rather than shock. âWhat?â he asks, his voice a higher pitch than usual, obviously stating his flush. âYou mean you didnâtââ he stops himself before he can get any further, a mortified look blooming on his face.Â
You just stand completely lost before him, because what the fuck is he talking about? So you ask him just that, âWhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
Everything just got very, very, extremely weird. Also very confusing. The two of you look at one another like lost sheep, trying to search for answers in each other. And ultimately, with a loud sigh, Jungkook speaks.Â
âFuck.â
Jungkook loved the thought of finally living alone.Â
He had been living in a cramped apartment with three buddies of him for what felt like an eternity, so finally being able to have some peace and quiet seemed almost surreal. Finally being able to use the bathroom without disturbances, to watch whatever heâd like on the television without being interrupted or getting the remote control hogged⌠finally being able to bring girls over.Â
It had been a while since he had gotten his hands on someone of the opposite sex â it was kind of awkward bringing them over when all the guys were there (which they always were). They seemingly had no problem with this whatsoever, and Jungkook suffered many sleepless nights while some girl got her world rocked in whatever room was available.Â
Jungkook wasnât like that. He felt sex should be more private, more intimate, not something for others to tune into. He never bothered listening to any of the âconquestsâ his friends talked about, it didnât concern him.Â
But, he was still a man, he had his urges⌠he just hadnât indulged in them lately. And he wasnât all that good with women either. He looked good, it wasnât that â girls were practically flinging themselves at him. But he got nervous, didnât know what to say, where to put his hands, the usual worries. So he was hoping to maybe channel a different man within him for his quest to find a woman to sleep with⌠finally. Â
It was then rather unfortunate that the quest got cut short day one of moving in.Â
âGood morning to you too! Are you guys thatââ
Jungkook flinched at the sound, a young woman, a gentle voice straining with anger. He immediately popped out from behind the moving truck, and was at first pleasantly surprised.
There you stood, in a long fuzzy coat, arms hugging your frame. You were easy on the eyes, to downplay it. Soft where it mattered, a face so enchanting he was sure you knew it yourself. Therefore, Jungkook had a hard time composing himself. He could tell you were mad, probably because of all the noise he and the driver were causing, so he immediately apologized, wanting to make a good first impression.Â
Within probably five minutes, he had already made a name for himself as the noisy new idiot neighbor who also managed to grab the-girl-next-doorâs boob.
He of course didnât mean to, you moved when he moved, his hand accidentally brushing against the side of your breast. It wasnât like he felt anything, he removed his hand at once, and his entire body got scorching hot. His ears turned this tomato-y color, which only made him all the more embarrassed. He had only one mission moving into a new home â getting a girl back to his place. But he had within a day managed to sexually harass his neighbor, so he shelved the idea as he felt he needed to redeem himself as a man.Â
He spent the whole first night overthinking the graze. His fingers against your body (involuntarily, not on purpose, he cannot stress this enough). He was all alone, which just sent him further into a spiral than necessary. Maybe living alone proved to be way more difficult than he had imagined. So the boxes remained unpacked, as he pranced around his living room, thinking of you the entire day. After a while, when the thoughts were growing loud enough to eat him alive, he picked up his phone and dialed the number of one of his old roommates.Â
âWhat?â Yoongi responded after a few rings, his voice husky.Â
âIâm kinda going crazy over here, think I can come over for a bit?â Jungkook immediately folded, searching comfort in whatâs familiar, wanting to get the hell out of this neighborhood and run from his humiliation.Â
âMiss us already?â Yoongi teased, but ultimately gave Jungkook what he wanted.Â
He stayed at his old apartment longer than he intended, trying to muster up the courage to face you again. It was also kind of scary living all alone, he didnât really know how the new washing machine worked. But he was kicked out after a week, since Taehyung decided it was time for Jungkook to grow some balls and quote âjust fuck his neighbor senselessâ.Â
So he had been prepped, how to act cash around you, maybe apologize again. And as he was moving his new speaker from his car to his door, you pulled up into your driveway.Â
Okay, stay calm. Speak before you think, unless what youâre going to say is stupid. Then donât say it.Â
He was surprised when you stepped out of your car and immediately went to him, lightly running over the street in your tiny, polished shoes to reach him. That it didnât seem like you were planning on ignoring him. And he was even more surprised by the fact that you had taken note of his absence. You didnât hate him: he had been going insane for nothing. It calmed him, and he managed to actually converse normally, even make you smile. But he was caught off guard.
âWhereâve you been?â
Shit, he hadnât planned a response to that question. Okay, stay calm. Speak before you think, unless what youâre going to say is stupid. Then donât say it.
âHad to postpone my move⌠uh theââ Jungkook stilled, trying out his speak-before-thinking-system, but having a hard time, âThe plumbing system needed a bit work.âÂ
He had no idea where that came from. Also, it sounded like a gross excuse, mentioning plumbing to the pretty girl who stood wondering before him. He was an idiot. Speak before you think, unless what you´re going to say is stupid. What he said was stupid, he wished he could take it back.Â
âDoesnât that cost, like, a ton?â
Another question he wasnât prepared for. He actually had no idea, he had never had any pluming work done before, and he especially hadnât paid for it. So once again, he spoke without thinking, trying to brush off any more questions, also sound a bit manly and cool.Â
âNot when you do the job yourself.âÂ
He was a fucking dumb idiot. Why on heavens earth did he tell you he did the job himself? He had never even held a screwdriver. And fixing the entire plumbing system of a new and unknown home was probably a task he could never carry out⌠ever. It was probably that he was so nervous around you, and all these questions made it even worse.Â
Okay, that was a dumb slip up. He just had to make sure you never took him up on it⌠ever, until he had lived there long enough to maybe one day joke about it. And it went smooth at first, he only saw you when he headed to work, and fortunately you were already home when he pulled into his driveway â so he didnât have to pain himself through any more small talk that made his brain go foggy.Â
Unfortunately, his stupid lie followed him, haunted him. Because one Sunday morning there was a knock on his door. And to his surprise, there you stood, in that same fuzzy coat, completely mortified. Jungkook was shocked, worried that something mightâve happened to you, immediately wanting to help.Â
Of course your radiator broke. What the hell was he supposed to do about that? He could of course tell you he was busy⌠or even better tell you he lied earlier, and that he quite frankly knew nothing about handiwork. But your eyes were so doe-like, staring up at him, begging for his help. His gaze darted to your parted lips without him even noticing, the way they quivered after speaking. He couldnât bring himself to turn you down. Who would ever turn you down?Â
So Jungkook ended up in your home. He looked for signs that would reveal you lived alone, and he immediately found them. The shoes in your hallway: tiny, mostly heels and hopefully yours. Your interior was everything he expected, soft colors and old, personal decoration. Some child-like drawings postered on the refrigerator, hopefully yours from when you were young. It would be rather unfortunate if you had kids, he didnât even know how to take care of himself, how would he manage with children?Â
Maybe already fantasizing about step-father-hood was a bit optimistic.Â
You stood behind him as he studied the heater, thankfully. He had no idea what he was doing down there, brushing his fingers both over and under the radiator to maybe detect a magic button. Weirdly enough⌠he actually stumbled upon one. There, on the bottom, just a tiny little wheel. He screwed it more to the right, saw the temperature rise, and thanked god. Beginners luck, probably.Â
But he knew it was just a temporary fix, and he had absolutely no idea how to get that âhandleâ or whatever back onto the radiator. He told you he would figure it out, because he was stupid and you were so pretty. You were so pretty. When you lead him through your living room, towards the door, he watched the way your hair fell over your back, the way your shoulder blades poked through your thin sweater when you reached for the door. Everything you did looked so elegant, so graceful, even when you let him slip past you in the doorframe, pressing your back against the hardwood while holding in a small breath.Â
As he worked as a bellhop at a hotel a bit outside town, his days were boring, not a lot going on. So he had all the time in the world to think. Think about how the hell he would fix your radiator. He could maybe have you leave the house, then pay for an actual electrician to take action⌠but that would be too risky. He could of course just glue the handle back on â but then the whole thing would probably just break again and heâd be called right back to fix the stupid heater once more.Â
He ended up just buying a brand new one, showing up at your door with a big box in hand.Â
Why did you have to wear those jeans? Those light-washed jeans that cut right where your tiny, white t-shirt ended. Those jeans that hugged your frame so precisely. He imagined how it would feel to have his hands on you, to wrap his fingers around your waist, just where the jean fabric stopped, and curl his fingertips inward to feel your soft skin on his.Â
âThatâs too kind, I canât accept that,â you gasped upon seeing the big box.Â
âItâs nothing,â Jungkook lied, this was everything. He had wracked his brain over this, he had done everything in his power to help you. He didnât know what else to do, so a new radiator might just be fair⌠he had no idea what women liked, but a kind gesture could never hurt, right?Â
You turned, walking back into your hallway to make room for Jungkook, letting both him and the box enter your home, and Jungkook couldnât keep his eyes off you. It mightâve been those jeans. The way the tight fabric hugged your butt when you walked, the way they creased under your cheeks with every step you took. It didnât help when you turned to face him, finally un-crossing your arms, and he realized you werenât wearing a bra. This rattled his brain so badly that he forgot taking off both shoes, jacket and beanie once fully inside your home.Â
He couldnât stay there for a minute longer, this was a bit overwhelming. So he told you installing it would be an easy task (it probably wouldnât) and when he ran out your door, you yelled out your gratitude along with a promise of payment. He couldnât even hear what you were saying as his feet carried him at a speed so frantic he almost tripped on the icy pavement.Â
And thatâs the night it happened.Â
It was probably all the pent-up tension. He had gone straight to the gym after your interaction, staying there all night while sweating out all his worries, all his thoughts, everything that was eating him up. But it didnât work. His mind stayed fogged. He knew what would work, he had known for weeks, but he couldnât bring himself to do it. It would feel to shameful⌠and he would probably think about you the whole time, which made it even worse, even more humiliating.Â
But he broke. It was something primal in him, something in his body telling him to just give in. Let go.Â
Because when he got home, late at night, getting ready for bed, he realized something striking. The window across the street, facing his, the one in your house, the one that was always draped, always covered, was now somehow⌠not. And there, opposite of him, were you. In your own little world, on the phone, completely clueless, pacing around in your bedroom â wearing nothing but a towel.Â
Fuck.
He knew how disgusting this was, how creepy he was, but it was an organic reaction. And in a matter of no time, stopping completely in his step, watching over at you, he could feel himself hardening in his boxers. So much that it was starting to hurt. You had been doing this to him for weeks, so this had to have been some sort of breaking point, Jungkook just losing it completely.Â
He didnât even think about drawing the curtains, not even turning off the lights behind him. He was frozen, no glued to the floor in front of his window, as though the ache between his legs had hijacked his entire body, whispering donât move donât you dare look away. His heart was pounding in his ears, his blood hot and thick in his veins⌠he was utterly lost in you. The way you tucked the towel tighter around your chest, shifting your phone between your ear and your shoulder, left him paralyzed.
You were smiling, those pretty teeth of yours flashing brightly when revealed, talking to someone. Laughing a little too loud as you reached over to your vanity⌠and that slight reach caused the towel to slip just a teeny tiny inch, revealing the curve of your breast. How could anyone be so beautiful?Â
Everything worsened when you decided to sit. The towel rose dangerously high on your thighs as you perched at the edge of your bed, knees falling slightly open as you continued your conversation: oblivious to the desperate, possibly insane man across the street, living and dying with every shift of fabric.
His cock throbbed inside his boxers, heavy and angry, twitching against the waistband. It didnât take long, as you tipped your head backwards with your next laugh, baring your sweet, wonderful neck to poor Jungkook.
That was it, he needed relief. And with his jaw clenched, his hand already inside his briefs, he gave in. Guilt filled his bloodstreams as his fingers wrapped tight around his length, starting out with slow strokes from the sensitive tip and all the way down to his girthy shaft. Each drag of his palm over hot, pulsing flesh matched to your every movement.Â
He had to steer away from all the shame, how illegal this was, so he let his mind wander. And with that, you took over. He could imagine your skin under his touch. How soft your thighs would be, how warm youâd feel against his mouth. The exact pitch youâd make when heâd finally taste you. How your breath would stutter under him, hips writhing, fingers clenching the sheets when his tongue reached a spot so deep within you that your vision blurred.Â
As his strokes turned more frantic, his abs moving in ripples on his torso, a deep pleasure building low in his stomach, Jungkookâs mind played every fantasy heâd ever had about you in perfect clarity. The way youâd sigh his name when he finally breached you. How tight you were. The way youâd ride him, how his hands would grab onto the silky-smooth flesh of your ass, let you fuck yourself silly on his cock. The way youâd grab his hair, clench around him, bite into his shoulder just as you came, your sweet juices coating his cock, his thighs, the sheets.Â
Just the thought of you was enough to send him off the edge, but as you sat just a few feet away, locked away from him, looking so fucking cute â Jungkook couldnât hold it in anymore, so his eyes shut close, and he let go.Â
His hips jerked forward as he came hard, all over himself. The first spurt hit his stomach, warm and slick, and he gasped for air as he stroked himself through it. His legs trembled slightly as he milked every single drop that was still leaking from his cock, his eyes clenched shut as soft moans started escaping his throat.Â
Once he was finally emptied out, he collapsed against the side of the bed. A heavy silence filled the room, the air now thick with shame and sweat. Fuck, what a fucking creep he was. What a fucking awful human being he was. This was possibly the worst post-nut-clarity he had ever experienced. He shouldnât have done that. You didnât deserve that.Â
With guilt still curling deep in his chest, he rose to his feet again, reaching for the tissue box by his bedside table⌠when he once again laid eyes on you.Â
Shitshitshitshit. You had gotten up from the bed, and you were fucking facing him now, your fingers curling around the curtains. Oh my god. Oh my god. How long had you been standing there? Did you see? What did you see?Â
Jungkookâs face turned white before he threw himself away from the window, stilling in the corner of his room, his chest heaving as panic took ahold of him. Holy fuck.Â
Hopefully you didnât see. You hadnât come over later in the evening, you hadnât called the police. Thank god, maybe you hadnât seen enough of the act to make you realize what was going on. Still incredibly embarrassed, Jungkook let the days pass. But he tried steering away from you, leaving for work earlier to not run into you.Â
It worked perfectly, he managed to stay clear of you, and the humiliation started withering. That was of course until he heard a knock on his door late at night.Â
The first knock came about five minutes ago, and Jungkook has now been standing completely still in his kitchen, hoping whoeverâs out there might go away. But they donât. He almost trips down the stairs to answer the door, already knowing whoâs on the other side.Â
And, okay, youâve decided to be a bitch tonight. Youâre fully entitled to, of course⌠Jungkook had violated your privacy so viscerally you could probably file some sort of lawsuit. But showing up at his door with your coat hanging open⌠with those sweet breasts of yours on full display in your all-too-revealing dress. Bitch move.Â
After about a minute into the conversation, Jungkook gathers alright, you know. Because thereâs a shift in you, youâre teasingly seducing him. You ask for his help yet again, but Jungkook knows itâs not about handiwork this time. But he begrudgingly follows you, agreeing to take a look at your sink. And you keep being a fucking bitch.
Of course you take off your coat, youâre in your own home, but you remove it differently than youâve done before. The fuzzy fabric slips off your bare shoulders, sliding down your soft arms before you catch it with one hand, caressing it before threading it over a hanger. Youâre teasing him. You like that, Jungkook? Want to touch yourself again, you sick pervert?Â
He can just imagine the scolding, the humiliating confrontation. Heâll have to move, because of the obvious restraining order youâll file for. This was a good run. He has lived an alright life, but it ends here. He has to go die, this is too embarrassing.Â
And when you take him to the bathroom, when you walk up the stairs, Jungkookâs eyes have a hard time finding a constant to focus on as heâs just a step behind you. The tiny skirt of your dress rides up with every single step you take, and as his eyes follow, he catches a glimpse of the pink lace between your thighs. Fuck. He tries looking away, but as his eyes roam, his feet knot together â and he fucking trips behind you.Â
âOh my god, do you need a hand?â
Fuck you.
You make him get down on his knees on the bathroom floor. What is this, some kind of humiliation ritual? Maybe youâre just as sick, getting off at the sight of this poor boy before you, crouching down and trembling beneath your gaze. Jungkook sticks his hand out underneath the sink, deep inside the cabinet, and tries to get a feel on what heâs working with here. You havenât said anything revealing yet, so he tries acting normal, although heâs a bit more cautious than usual.Â
He manages to fish out your lipliner, glad this whole thing is finally over. But you wonât give it a fucking rest. You force him to turn, teasing him by shoving your lips in his face, so close he can feel your breathing. Jungkook canât take it. The way theyâre coated in an inviting gloss, your lips plush and soft (imagine how theyâd feel against his body), your lips parting and the bottom one giving a tiny quiver in the motion. This is just mean, he knows your agenda, he knows you know. So those stupid, delicate lips of yours are what makes Jungkook break.Â
But as he cries out for you to stop it, for you to quit terrorizing him⌠he realizes you in fact donât know⌠you hadnât seen. Fuck. And as heâs just so exhausted, so tired by all the secrecy: faking an occupation as handyman, pleasuring himself to the sight of you... he just canât take it anymore. He has been stressed out for weeks, unable to rest. He has to get it off his chest.Â
So, with a loud sigh⌠he tells you everything.Â
Well⌠this was quite the revelation⌠to say the least.Â
Youâre practically gaping before Jungkook, who after coming clean about his sins is having a hard time meeting your eyes. It might also not help him that youâre breathing so hard that your breasts are pressing together in a soft cleavage with each intake of breath. So he keeps his eyes glued to the bathroom tiles.Â
âYouâyouâreââ you try, not knowing what the hell youâre about to say⌠because what does one say to this piece of information? Not only had he faked being handy just to help you, just to be near you⌠but you had him so out of his mind that he had resorted to pleasuring himself to the sight of you. And here you thought you were insane. Jesus, youâre both nut-jobs, maybe youâre made for each other.Â
âYeah⌠Iâm sorââ
You interrupt him right away, âYou like me?â
He finally meets your eyes, this is to say itâs not very romantic⌠he kind of frowns, actually. Because is this really what you have to say about this horrific story? Thatâs all you got from him lying his way into your home, jerking off to you from several feet away? What about stranger danger?Â
Yeah, thereâs no warning signs flashing off in your eyes, there are instead big, red, cartoon-like hearts pulsating in your pupils. Itâs like youâve suddenly grown wings. Your hands come up to cover your mouth as you canât seem to stop your jaw from hanging open, as you canât stop grinning like a madman. It looks kind of like youâve just entered the doors to Disneyland.Â
âIââ Jungkook starts, his hand flying to scratch the back of his head, his eyes shutting closed as he thinks of what to say. He canât really understand why this doesnât seem to put you off. âI kinda feel like y-youâre still fucking with me.â
âGosh no!â you gasp, throwing your hands out and waving them in front of Jungkook, trying to visibly tell him youâre not just playing in his face. When youâre done waving off the accusation, your right hand begins rubbing circles to your temple. âI meanâobviously youâre crazyâlike, a very bizarre boyâreally⌠very weirdââ You swear youâre going somewhere with this, although it all comes out very fast and Jungkook now frowns so hard that it looks like he might cry really, incredibly ugly tears all over your bathroom floor. So you make sure to finish your sentence just as fast as youâve started it. ââbut so am I!â
Jungkook canât seem to wipe the utterly confused look off his face, staring at you with a pair of lost, black-marble eyes that take up almost his entire face. He sticks his neck out, âHuh?â
âJustâlook,â you giggle, snagging the lipliner from Jungkookâs grip before getting down on your knees. This almost makes Jungkookâs own knees give out, but thankfully you make your way to the pipe underneath the sink and not somewhere sinister. Your eyes leave him as you once again unscrew the drain, but you look back when thereâs enough room for you to shove the lipliner right inside the tiny slit â and you do just so, while your eyes are glued to his. âSee? All just a big plot.âÂ
His mouth hangs open as he realizes youâve sabotaged your own drain just for his presence, just for his help, and he has a hard time forming words, âWhatâso⌠huh?â His voice is a bit higher in pitch now, cracking halfway through his botched sentence.Â
âIâve been luring you into my home like the witch in Hansel and GretelâI donât think you have to worry about coming off as creepy here.âÂ
âSo⌠the radiator?â
You shake your head, âRuined it myself and ended up paying you 175 bucks for a new one.â
A disbelieving chuckle escapes Jungkook as he continues scratching the back of his head. If there was anything he expected, it was sure as hell not this. His eyes never leave yours as you get up from the bathroom floor, pulling down your dress a bit as you rise to your feet. Youâve almost forgotten how inappropriately dressed you are in the midst of Jungkookâs confession, so feeling your skirt itching up your thighs really pulls this absurd situation together.Â
âYouâŚâ Jungkook starts, his hands falling down his sides while he continues watching you, his cheeks blossoming with flush. â⌠like me?â
You nod, âAnd you like me.â
Thank god youâve gotten that out of the way, it was only a matter of time before the both of you moved out of the neighborhood out of sheer embarrassment. And finally, everything just goes quiet. The two of you stand with only a few feet between you, both with heaving chests and no words left to say. The silence goes on for a little while, and as you shift a bit in your stance, Jungkook tucks his bottom lip in with his top one, not showing teeth, just nibbling at it while his eyes glisten in your direction. He breathes through his nose.
âIâm still so sorry,â he says, his voice cracking at the ends.Â
Your smile tugs on only one side of your face, âDonât beâI weirdly enough find it kind of flattering.â
Jungkook laughs in return, but not for long. You can tell heâs having a hard time, processing everything that just happened, his mind working overtime, so you decide to be a bit bolder than him â taking just a few steps towards him. Your kitten heels click gently against the tiles as you walk in his direction, stopping right as you see Jungkookâs breath coming out as a shaky exhale. He straightens his posture while looking down at you, stumbling back just an inch, not necessarily because heâs trying to get away, but purely because his nerves are taking over.Â
âI wonât bite you,â you chuckle. Itâs cute seeing him like this. Before, you thought he might be pushing you away because you were clinically insane, but now that you know heâs just nervous â itâs all the more admirable.Â
He smiles, although it seems a bit forced, âI know that butââ his eyes flick over your dress, that napkin youâre wearing, and they quickly move back up to your face. âDonât you have some place to be?â
Oh, heâs so slow⌠cute. You tilt your head as your eyebrows almost reach your hairline, your way of saying: After all this, you really think me dressing like this isnât just for show? But since Jungkook might need a little push, you smile comforting, âIâm not going anywhere.â
Jungkook breathes out through his nose, trying his hardest to keep eye contact, but itâs hard as your almost completely exposed chest keeps moving in heaves right underneath his gaze. Okay, you quickly understand you have to be the one who takes action here â otherwise the two of you will stand in this tiny bathroom staring at each other all night.Â
âYou know, Kookâis it okay if I call you that?â you ask, letting your hand lift, just so your fingertips can brush over his shoulder, down the curve and trace gently over his biceps. You have to hold back a squirm as you feel his skin quiver under your featherlight touch, his entire body freezing as you caress him. And just to be extra mean, you widen your eyes, looking up at him like a lost puppy. ââYou have me all to yourself now.â
There seems to be no one home. Jungkook has left the building. What stands in front of you is simply his soulless body, because he canât for the life of him produce any word or sound whatsoever.Â
You try again, arching your toes to better meet his height, leaning in to repeat yourself with a whisper in his ear, âIâm all yours.â
The sweet warmth of your breath brushes against his cheek, and his knees nearly buckle. And just as you suspected, itâs enough for him to give in â but not all the way. You feel him shift, his arms lifting only to hover near your waist, fingers curling inwards as he trembles, trying to compose himself but failing miserably.Â
Oh, playing with a boy this gentle will be fun.Â
So, seeing how far you can go before he cracks, you lean in further, parting your lips, letting them meet the salty skin of his neck. And boy, oh boy, the reaction it pulls from Jungkook is enough to cause a blackout.Â
He breathes in, his entire chest rising in a quivering motion, and as he exhales, the sweetest sound youâve ever heard escapes from him. Itâs something between a moan and a whimper, a sound Jungkook is immediately terrified by, pressing his lips together and shutting his eyes closed as you continue lavishing his neck in wet, open-mouthed kisses.Â
Itâs adorable, the way he acts, almost like he canât believe this is happening. And when you start tracing higher, your lips traveling towards his sharp jaw â he beats you to it.Â
His hands finally attach to your waist, soft fingernails digging into your skin, and his head turns, just so that his lips meet yours. You gasp as you feel him against you, kissing you with such a hunger that you have to cling to him in order to stand upright, your arms flinging over his shoulders.Â
He pulls you further into him, arching your back and letting your body melt with his. And you fit him like a glove actually, his large frame swallowing you, letting you slip perfectly in between him, bending your neck as far as it can go just to meet his kisses.Â
âMmâthank you,â Jungkook blurts out in a breath, lips quivering against yours. Heâs almost whispering, but you catch his words anyways, pulling back slightly to look at him. His brows are drawn, lips parted and quickly searching for yours again as you retreat. God, heâs adorable. You could just eat him up â and you intend to.Â
Your lips meet his again, and now thereâs no stopping you. Jungkookâs breath hitches as he feels your fingers come up to cup his neck, pulling him tighter against your wet lips as you start walking, backing him up and guiding him out of the tiny, cramped bathroom. He clings to you, fingertips digging into your sides as if thereâs even the slightest possibility of you leaving him.Â
Itâs a clumsy road you embark on, shoving this large man out the narrow door, into the hallway, trying to turn and twist him as youâre about to lead him into your bedroom. His back hits the staircase, âAhââÂ
âNoâm-more to the right,â you giggle, having a hard time speaking as he swallows every word you say. One of the hands on your waist brushes upwards, and soon his large palm cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your soft skin. You almost canât breathe with the way youâre so tightly pressed against him, his heavy chest pushed so neatly against yours, making you feel every breath he takes.Â
The two of you continue your little dance until youâve made your way to your bedroom, and as he trips backwards over the doorframe, the hand on your cheek moves out to the side in order to steady him. He lets his palm slide across the wall until there is none, as you keep shoving him further and further into the room.Â
Alright, you have him exactly where you want him now, and with a last, wet kiss, one last roll of your tongue, you shove him backwards. His ass meets the soft mattress of your bed, confusion blooming across his face as he wonders how on earth he ended up here this fast⌠and why you just pushed him away.Â
âYou saw me here, didnât you?â you ask, trying your best to sound sultry even though you have to catch your breath after the heavy make-out-sesh you just indulged in.Â
Jungkook beams at you, his puppy-dog-eyes glistening and pupil-swallowed. His ears have already gone red, and you wonder what might happen when you finally let him have what heâs been aching for. As you take a step back, then another, Jungkook shifts on the bed, his hands falling to his lap, before moving to steady him flat on the mattress, unsure of what to do with himself. So he just sits before you, breathing unsteadily as your eyes sink into his.Â
You giggle as you see his throat working, âMe, in just a towel.âÂ
He gulps once again, almost as if every single word you say, every single move you make, is enough to drive him off the edge. Heâs literally holding himself back, now shifting to sit down on his fingertips. Jesus, heâs actually restraining himself. Letâs see how long heâll be able to keep this up.Â
âImagine if I was naked.â
âYou werenâtââ he snaps back, still trying to ensure you of the fact that he didnât mean it, that it was a fragile break, something within him snapping at the sight of you barely dressed.
âI couldâve been,â you say, voice low. Youâre still trying to see how much he can take, and as cruel as it might seem, you detect anticipation alongside the obvious flush in Jungkookâs cheeks. You push further on, âMy towel couldâve slipped.âÂ
Your hand slowly brushed up your side, before coming up to your chest, and at last, you let your thumb hook the thin, almost invisible strap of your tiny dress. Jungkookâs breath hitches as you toy with the white fabric. He gulps, letting his eyes roam quickly over your body, unsure of where to look because everything is just so fucking good right now.Â
Heâs about to have a naked girl in front of him (he hopes), and the naked girl is you. Thatâs something he only thought could happen in his dreams, his sick and sinful dreams.Â
âLike this,â you continue, and with a short, quivering breath, you let your other thumb hook the opposite strap. With a quick pull, the two strings fall off your shoulders. Itâs not an extremely promiscuous move, but your dress is loose. Very loose, and just like that, with just the removal of two straps, the entire piece slips off your frame and pools at your feet.Â
Youâre left standing before Jungkook in just a strapless bra, and a matching pair of panties, your dress a tangled mess around your kitten heels.Â
Poor Jungkook. That poor, poor boy. He has no idea how to react to this. So without speaking, trying to repress any kind of sound, he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, fiddling with his lip ring while scanning over your almost bare body.Â
He wants to cry, kind of. Itâs all too much for him â the way your waist curves inward right above your smooth hips, hips he canât wait to have his hands on, hips he hopes youâll let him touch. The way the pink lace, the only barrier left, hugs your sweet curves, how the fabric stretches, stops just above the part that aches for him. He presses his lips together and lets out a low hum slash whine, itâs a muffled and broken sound.Â
Youâre having a hard time breathing as well, your exposed chest moving in heaves as youâre now on display before the boy youâve been pining after for weeks. He looks so adorable in his seat, shifting on top of his fingertips, unsure of what to do with himself. And with a last, long heave, you step out of the dress thatâs circled around your feet, along with your heels, moving your bare feet across the carpeted floor.Â
The two of you have gone radio silent. Itâs probably the nerves, both of yours. You try breathing through your nose as you make your way over to him, biting down on your bottom lip, brushing your tongue over it, finally leaving it alone. Your heart is hammering in your chest, but you try keeping your cool, imagining him being just as nervous, if not more.Â
And youâre right about that. Jungkook is a flustered mess. But to your surprise, as youâre just a breath away from him, he manages to get out a few words. Or, they rather slip for him.Â
âYouâreâyouâre so pretty.â
You flush instantly. âDid I meet your expectations?â you tease, already knowing his answer. But before he speaks, his hips lift, and his fingers slip out from underneath him â to stretch out. His eyes flick away from yours, and move along with the path his hands take on, hovering around your waist, before finally attaching to your bare skin.Â
He gulps⌠again, this time actually making a sound. His hands travel upwards, brushing against your side until his palms reach the lace fabric of your bra. One of his thumbs brushes underneath the curve of your breast, and his eyebrows lift high on his forehead.Â
âYou haveâŚâ he starts, slowly and almost unnoticeably shaking his head, breathing in once again. ââŚÂ no idea.â
Well, the thing is â you kind of do. Itâs not hard to tell, as your eyes keep falling to where his pants crease in his lap, to the bulge straining against the jean fabric. He must be big, you say to yourself, as his jeans are more on the baggy side, but youâre still able peep the outline of him. Especially when he shifts, the fabric clinging to his muscular thighs, enhancing the aching shape of him.
Okay, hereâs the deal. He has watched you before, although you didnât know that time. You didnât put on a show for him. So, you kind of feel like you owe him that much.Â
âDid you think of anything while watching me?â
Your hands come up before you, gently brushing down Jungkookâs biceps through his shirt.Â
He nods in return, looking up to meet your eyes. They glisten, like two black pearls, taking up most of his face. Heâs so cute you could eat him whole. You nod with him, pouting, âYeah? What did you think of?âÂ
âYou, of course.âÂ
You giggle, letting one of your hands meet his cheek for the first time, finally cupping the soft skin, âI kinda got that partâwhat did you imagine?â
This is too hard of a question for Jungkook. His eyes flick from one side of your face to the other, then back, frantically sweeping over your features.Â
Your free hand grabs ahold of his, the hand thatâs still placed on your waist, pushing it lower, letting him caress the soft curve of your hips before traveling lower. His eyes are glued to how you move his hand, and they flutter shut as you position his palm on your bare ass. Youâre standing between his knees, so close to him that youâre aching with anticipation, aching for him to touch you.Â
âDid you think about what youâd do to me?â you ask, batting your lashes at him, trying to appear unaware of the effect you have on him. âOr maybe what Iâd do to you?â
Jungkook licks his lips, now removing the hand caressing the side of your bra, only for it to cup your other butt cheek â and as both hands are on you, he boldly pulls you closer to him. âAll of it,â he breathes.Â
Showtime.Â
You can tell heâs about to stick his neck out, kiss your stomach, lick your stomach, do whatever he can â but you have another idea. So you slowly turn your back to him⌠and sink into his lap.Â
He breathes out heavily in your ear, his hands roaming all over you, one ending up spread flat across your stomach, the other brushing hair away from you neck to make room for his lips. He deliciously attaches to the free area of skin, licking, sucking, biting and kissing down on the sensitive spot that has you squirming.Â
His legs are spread wide, so youâre sitting perched on one of his thick, rock-hard thighs. And as he so perfectly nips and sucks down on your neck, you canât help but shift in your seat. The friction is just enough, his thighs are muscular enough to provide pleasure, and in no time you start rocking back and forth, feeling your panties cling to you with slick. Youâre probably making a mess out of his jeans, but neither of you care right now.Â
âIâve thought about you too,â you blurt out, a breathy row of words that almost go unnoticed. But it doesnât, and upon hearing this, Jungkook whimpers into the skin of your neck, biting down on the bruise heâs been working on, hard enough that it makes you moan in his lap. âYour armsâyour handsâyour lips,â you breathe, letting your head fall to his shoulder.Â
âYouâre insane,â he moans. With the way youâre rocking back and forth on his thigh, you keep brushing against the growing bulge in his jeans, and itâs enough for him to lose his mind. Youâre so close, yet so fucking far. He needs to touch you, he needs to feel more of you, anything. He needs to make you cry for him, beg him for more, beg him to stop. He wants everything youâll give him, and right now heâs just one big pussy-drunk boy.Â
You gasp when you suddenly feel one of his hands on your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra â although only for a moment, as it pops open almost instantly. Well well well, boy-next-door, you might not be as innocent as you seem.Â
As the lace slips from your chest, Jungkook immediately palms your breasts with both hands, kneading the soft flesh. He moans at the feel of your warm, supple skin, how it fits so perfectly in his palms, and his head tips backwards as his eyelids flutter shut. But he doesnât let them stay closed for long, as he has to actually see what heâs doing to you. He lets his chin meet your shoulder, and he almost comes in his pants at the sight before him.Â
Your legs are spread on each side of his thigh, and there, on your own thigh, the right one, is something that looks like a scribble. Holy fuck. An inner thigh tattoo. He almost forgets that heâs pinching and rolling your hardened nipples with his fingers, as he has completely lost himself in the sight of your soft, tender thighs. The way you rock yourself back and forth, the way youâve left a wet patch on his jeans, the way your hips roll so delicately.Â
As you seem to be lost on top of him, just a big mewling mess, Jungkook squints, trying to work out the cursive words that curl right besides your covered heat.Â
đŽđđđđ đŽđ đđ
Straight to it. Okay⌠alright. That might just be the hottest fucking tattoo heâs ever seen.Â
âDonâtâdonât you wanna touch me, Kookie?â you gasp, as youâve been continuously rubbing your clothed clit against the rough fabric of his jeans, and you quite frankly canât take it anymore. Your panties are sticking to your skin, completely ruined and soaked through, so slippery that the friction isnât even helping anymore.Â
Kookie. He pinches your nipple between his index and middle finger, making you choke on your next moan. Fuck, what a sweet-talker you are. Itâs driving him insane. Of course he wants to touch you, itâs all he wants.Â
âMhmmâso bad,â he whines, kissing his way up your neck until he meets the gentle skin behind your ear. He bites down on your earlobe, breathing heavily. And in a haste, he lets go of one of your breasts, searching for the hem of your panties.Â
Unfortunately, you beat him to it.Â
You grab ahold of his wrist, still rubbing yourself dumb on his thigh, turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. âAh, but KookieâI thought you liked to watch⌠isnât that right?â
Fuck off, what do you mean?Â
His eyebrows knot together, and heâs practically breathing like a raging fucking bull behind you. But heâs not left in the dark for long, because as you let go of his wrist, as you stop rocking back and forth, your fingers move to your panties. And with a single slide, you rush the fabric to the side, finallybaring your sweet, dripping cunt to Jungkook. Â
âOhhfuck,â he blurts out, voice low and nothing above a raspy whisper. His mouth waters at the sight. Youâre fully on display now, your bare pussy leaking onto his pants, just begging for attention.Â
Since youâve finally let go of him, he reaches out once again â this time without any resistance. His middle fingers slips easily through your folds, something that has the two of you moaning simultaneously.Â
âOh my fuck youâre wet,â Jungkook gasps, sliding his finger further down, gathering your slick before tracing upwards again. You twitch in his lap as the pad of his finger teasingly circles your clit â but as you have something else planned entirely, you once again reach for his wrist.Â
âBabyâŚâ you breathe, lifting his hand. At first, he tries his best not to move, resisting your grip, but gives in with a groan at last. You once again turn your head, locking your eyes with his. âI said watch.â
He whines behind you, but obeys, watching as you let go of his hand, as your fingers move further down.Â
And with your pointer and middle fingers, you spread your folds, letting Jungkook watch the way you glisten and drip all over him. His chin drops to your shoulder, and he whimpers when seeing your clit completely exposed, pulsating like a tiny heart. Oh how he wants to taste you, how he wants to lick, kiss, suck and drink in your juices until you spasm around him, until tears run down your face and ruin your pretty makeup.Â
âThink you can replace my fingers, baby?â you ask, giving him a tiny peck, just a soft kiss to his cheek.Â
âFuck yeah.â
His fingers actually shove yours out of the way, just for him to feel you, even though all heâs allowed to do is keep you open, spread before him. The two fingers form in a âVâ-shape as he parts your lips, letting your juices stick to his digits, letting your warmth wrap around them.Â
You continue with your kisses, letting your soft lips trail along his temple, right by his ear, everywhere you can reach with your neck bent towards him.Â
Just when Jungkook thinks youâve got no more tricks up your sleeve â that youâll just let him have this, just feel your wetness on his fingers â you start taking matters into own hands.Â
His jaw slacks, and a broken noise escapes from him, because as he watches you over your shoulder, he sees your fingers make their way to your dripping pussy. And with a slow stroke, you let your middle finger drag all the way from your sopping core to your tiny, neglected clit.Â
âMmpf,â your head tips backwards, falling to Jungkookâs shoulder while he rests on yours.Â
âJesus christ,â Jungkook sighs, completely spellbound by the way youâre playing with yourself in his lap, the way your smaller fingers bump against his with every single long and painfully slow stroke. You skillfully flick the pad of your finger over your twitching nub, adding in another as you start applying slow circles to your highpoint.Â
Youâre so incredibly wet, so pliant, that every single stroke draws pornographic moans from you â which works quite well in your favor right now.Â
Behind you, Jungkook has lost all ability to speak. Heâs so fucking lost in you, eyes glued to the way your fingers have started to glisten with your own juices. Completely tuned to the noises that both you and your cunt make. And all heâs allowed to do is be the fucking middleman. The fucking doorman, who just stands there all day, opening the door without ever entering himself.Â
Heâs still allowed to hold your tits, to cup them, knead them, pinch your nipples â whatfuckingever. Heâs on the verge of getting very, very whiny here. He wants to touch you, make you moan himself. When he rolls your nipple in between two of his fingers, you whimper, of course, but he wants to make you sob. This is ridiculous.Â
âLike what you see, Kookie?â you sigh deeply, panting against his chest.Â
âMmâyes, b-butââ he mumbles, biting down on his bottom lip, almost crying at the sight of your pretty fingers circling your clit so precisely. How more and more of your juices continue to seep out of you, forming in wet streaks that trail down the slit of your still covered ass, and down onto his thigh. ââbut I wantââ
Heâs cut off by one of your moans, a sound so pretty he wished he could swallow it whole. By now, his cock is practically screaming your name, crying, hidden away in his pants. Heâs so hard it physicallyhurts him.Â
Fuck it.Â
He removes his hand from your breast, wraps his arm around your waist, and hikes your body higher up into his lap â all the while his fingers keep you spread, open. You gasp at the new position, as Jungkook has placed you directly on top of his hardened length, a cock you already know is big enough to fucking wreck you.Â
âOh my god, Kook,â you cry, still working yourself over with your soft fingertips.Â
Jungkook buries his forehead into your shoulder blade, looking down at the way you curve on top of him, the way youâre placed so perfectly over his cock. He feels everything, even through the rough and thick jean fabric, his cock a leaking mess in his boxers.Â
And as his arm is still wrapped around your waist, he slowly starts rocking you back and forth in his lap, your dripping, pulsating and bare pussy dragging over his clothed cock.Â
You cry out at the new stimulation, the pace of your fingertips faltering as youâre being slid back and forth in Jungkookâs lap. Your hips instinctively roll down to better meet his bulge, and as you feel the fabric slip through your folds, your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
âYou feelâahâso bigââ you gasp, Jungkook now dumbing you down to a moaning, breathy mess with only the outline of his dick.Â
His head plops back onto your shoulder, almost crying as he once again lays eyes on the way you rub your own clit. He grinds up to meet every roll of your hips, his breath stuttering with every single drag, gasping and sighing as he continues watching you play with yourself so delicately.Â
He canât fucking take it anymore. He has to feel you, he has to have you drip all over his fingers. Your name falls from his lips.
âPleaseââ he sighs, almost out of breath from all the withholding heâs been doing. Poor guy. âPleaseâjust let me touch you.â
Thankfully, with the way youâve been edging yourself â with the way Jungkookâs clothed cock keeps sliding through your folds â youâre now downright drugged. Thereâs actually no restraint left in your body, and hearing Jungkook beg behind you⌠actually beg to have his hands on you⌠thereâs nothing to do but grant his wish.Â
âY-yes, pleaseâneed your fingers so bad,â you cry, removing the hand from your clit to place a firm grip around one of Jungkookâs thighs.Â
Jungkook lets out the most broken sound youâve ever heard. It comes from deep in his chest, a throaty gasp that dissolved into a soft moan as he surges forward, wrapping both arms around your waist to pull you flush to him. Heâs shaking with anticipation and want, every primal thing thatâs been clawing at him since the day he saw you in that fuzzy coat for the first time. Youâre in his arms, all his â holy shit.Â
His thumbs hook the waistband of your soaked through panties, and he yanks them off you in a hurried motion, not caring if the fabric might rip.
One hand slides down immediately, and you arch into him, spreading your legs a little wider to give him space. His fingertips are hesitant for half a second, brushing delicately between your folds, like he canât believe that youâre actually allowing him to touch you, before they dip in. Two of them, pressing into your dripping cunt with an ease that makes the both of you cry out in tandem.
Your entire body jolts against him, mouth falling open, hands flying up to grab at his shoulders, nails digging through the fabric of his shirt. âF-fuck, Kookââ
âHoly f-fuckâhow are you this wet?â he gasps over your shoulder, eyes glued to the way your slick covers his fingers, the way you greedily suck him in with every deep thrust he bestows upon you. He has never seen anything like it, anything so beautiful. Youâve bewitched him, body and soul.
You canât even answer him properly â you just mewl against him, jaw slack and lips parted, every breath now a high-pitched moan. Youâre gasping, twitching in his lap, your hips already rolling to meet his strokes as his fingers retract, starting to apply circles to your clit. He pinches the nub between his middle- and ring-finger, rubbing you with such precision you can do nothing but tremble against him, mindlessly let out his name in a row of breathless moans. Maybe itâs the wait that has you coming undone so easily for him, or maybe heâs just that good â but as he works you over with his fingers, you swear your brain activity cuts short.Â
âKookieâpleaseâjust like thatââ you cry out, back arching against him, your head falling to his shoulder. âKeep going, donât stopâgod, donât stop!â
Only an idiot would stop upon hearing such wonderful pleas. And as of now, Jungkook is no idiot, just completely drunk on the feel of you, the sound of you, the way you writhe and tremble in his lap. One hand stays locked around your waist, holding you tight to his chest, while his other hand works between your thighs, rubbing tight, perfect circles against your clit as your wetness coats his fingers, his jeans, everything. He couldnât care less.
If he wasnât so nervous about pleasuring you, heâd throw you off his lap, lay down flat on the bed and have you straddle his face. Heâd happily suffocate on your pussy, drink in all your juices, suck down on your clit until your legs trembled so hard that heâd have to hold you upright. But as stated, he is a bit flustered, and wonât do anything rash â so his fingers will have to do for now.Â
âShhit,â he whispers, his forehead falling to your shoulder as if this, him working your clit over, is pleasuring him somehow. He musters up the courage to call you a gooey pet-name. âIs that good, baby?â
Thereâs no way you can find words in the state youâre in, especially not when he calls you baby. Your hips buck in response, and Jungkook feels the way your thighs begin to shake, the way your breath comes in ragged gasps, the way youâre pulsating beneath his fingers â he knows youâre so close, oh so close.Â
His words come out pathetic, like a whimper. âYou gonna cum for me? Ahâcum all in my lap?â
You nod again, whimpering, unable to do anything else as your body builds toward the edge. The pressure between your legs is unbearable, every nerve ending begging, every muscle tightening. And when Jungkook rolls your clit while pinched between his fingers, so agonizingly so that your eyes go to the back of your head â you have no idea how youâre going to survive this.Â
Behind you, Jungkook still canât lift his forehead from your shoulder. His eyes are shut tight, and heâs panting like heâs already buried balls deep inside you, although he doesnât need to be. Heâs quite frankly about to cum right there, in his pants, just by hearing the pretty moans that leave you, by hearing you beg for him with words that donât even make sense. He canât fucking believe it â heâs the one making you feel like this. Heâs about to make you cum, heâs about to have you cum all over his fingers, spasm in his lap, arch into him and roll your hips over his aching cock, hidden away in his jeans.Â
He chokes on a moan when he hears you speak again. âOh myâfuck, Kookieâdonât you dare stopâIâmââ
Jungkook rubs tighter, faster, the hand on your hip starting to rock you back and forth in his lap as his hips follow, chasing the wetness that drips over his jeans. Suddenly, he feels your entire body lock.Â
You come undone with a row of sharp gasps, gentle inhales, completely wiped out, eyes fluttering shut. Your thighs clamp around his hands, and your body jerks in his lap as wave after wave crashes through you. In a haste, your hands fall from his shoulders and to his lap, your long nails digging into his thighs, your breath stolen from your lungs and your voice tangled in a moan that you couldnât even stop if you tried. Because Jungkook keeps rocking you back and forth, keeps rubbing you through the orgasm and out on the other side until stars and sparkles appear in your eyelids. Â
He feels so big in his jeans, thatâs really all you can think of as you keep gliding so easily over the bulge thatâs hidden underneath you.Â
As you came, Jungkook managed to lift his head from your shoulder and look at your face in awe as you leaned against his shoulder â where you now still lie. Your eyebrows crease gently on your forehead, your lips parted just slightly as small and broken gasps make their way out. He canât make his fingers stop, not until heâs sure he has managed to squeeze out every drop of pleasure you have left. With his eyes glued to you.Â
âFuck,â he whispers as he looks at you resting on his shoulder. âYouâyou look so pretty when you cum.â
You whimper something thatâs almost a laugh, dazed and gasping as you feel his heart hammering against your back. His fingers finally slow down, and he looks at the view of them leaving your dripping and overstimulated cunt, how your slick sticks to his digits, how it glistens. He looks so spellbound, you canât contain yourself.Â
So you stretch your neck and fight every tremble in your body to plant a kiss on his soft cheek. He hums in response, turning his head immediately to meet your lips. His hands go to your waist, not even bothering to wipe away your slick, and with your help he manages to turn you fully, have you straddle his lap.Â
His skin is so warm, he feels so soft and gentle â it drives you fucking nuts. You smother him in tiny pecks, leaving his lips to eagerly mark his entire face with wet kisses. âYou did so good,â you purr, still coating him with whatâs left of your shimmering lip-gloss. Even though you didnât intend it, it does sound like a âgood boy-commentâ, something Jungkook isnât all that familiar with.Â
âThank you?â he says a bit shyly, but thinks no more of it when he feels your hands starting to fiddle with his belt-buckle. Fuck. His hips jolt upwards with surprise, absolutely dying for you to rid him of his clothes. He actually canât wait anymore, so he catches one of the kisses youâre about to plant on his nose with his lips and rolls his tongue into your mouth. Both his hands go to the hem of his shirt, crossing them to pull the fabric over his torso.Â
You donât stop kissing him, even as he lifts his arms to tug the shirt over his head. You chase his mouth, starving kisses, all tongue and lips and the soft, desperate gasps of a man coming undone. You catch the groan he releases when your teeth graze his bottom lip, when your nails drag slightly over the now bare skin of his chest. Heâs chiseled to perfection, you feel to under your fingers who now drag down his torso, the pads running over his rock-hard abs. What a man.Â
Your hands move lower, and you tug at his belt again while your lips stay locked to his, fingers fumbling with the buckle, and heâs so helpful about it. He shifts his hips to assist, letting you slide the leather free from its loops, and the second you pop the button of his jeans, he breaks the kiss to pants softly into your cheek. âIâm gonna lose my fucking mind.âÂ
âHavenât we already established youâre a bit crazy?â you purr, pushing his jeans down his thighs.Â
He huffs a breathless laugh, but chokes on it when you decide to cup him through his boxers. His cock jumps at the contact, the wet fabric clinging to every line of him, and his head tips back with a soft gasp. He whines when you lift yourself off his lap, fingers trying to tug you back, but helpless as heâs so damn horny he could die.Â
You stand before him as he sits back on the edge of the bed, jeans pushed down his thighs, abs moving in waves as he breathes in and out. His eyes are wild, locked to your, praying that you might give him some attention now.Â
âTake these off,â you murmur, looking down at the jeans. âAnd scoot back.â
âYesâfuckâyes,â he nods too quickly, lifting his hips to peel off his jeans. You help him kick them down his legs, your hands sliding over the taut muscle and soft skin, and the moment theyâre off, he tugs off his socks with rushed, shaky hands. He does exactly as asked, and scoots back until his back hits the plush headboard, shoulders pressed to the padding, legs spread open in the most inviting way. His thighs flex as he settles, every muscle rolling and tightening underneath his thick and golden skin. He looks painted by the gods, unbelievably beautiful, built like something out of a dream. You went crazy over him by just seeing his face, his height, so now seeing him undressed, straining in his boxers, all for you, has your thighs going slick as more arousal seeps out of you.Â
âLike this?â he asks with one brow cocked, arms resting on his thighs. He asks as if heâs nervous, pressing harder down on his thighs, rubbing over them twice with his eyes getting lost in yours. He looks delicious enough to eat up, you could gobble him up whole. Still watching you, he bites down on the skin in his cheek, eying your bare body, the way thereâs still glisten lingering between your legs. How your tits perk in his direction, how there seems to be goosebumps by your nipples. What a fucking view â and heâs got this all to himself?
You start moving to the bed, crawling forward slowly, and soon your naked body settles above him until youâre climbing back into his lap. His breath hitches, and his hands hover, waiting for permission until you take ahold of his wrists and guide them to your hips. âHold me there,â you whisper. âAnd donât move yet.â
He moans at that, eyebrows knotting high on his forehead as his fingers squeeze your skin. How can he not fucking move? You settle in his lap, your bare heat meeting his cock which now pulsates and twitches in his boxers. He moans yet again, which only spurs you on. So you grind once over his cock, arms resting on his chest, letting the clothed bulge slip in between your wet folds.Â
Jungkookâs head thuds against the headboard, his jaw slack. âFuuck me.â His eyes nearly roll back, and he grips your hips harder as you rock yourself back and forth over his cock. Your clit grinds directly against the ridge of him, and your breath catches when he twitches beneath you. And when you look down, you see a new, dark patch starting to form, as he leaks against his stomach, through his boxers.Â
âOh fuckâpleaseââ he whines, his voice unraveling as you rub yourself over his hard length. His neck goes back to its upright position, and he locks eyes with your puffy folds, how they slide back and forth over his erection, how it makes small, wet sounds with every delicate roll of your hips. âHoly fuuckâyouâre gonna make me cum.â
His thighs start to tremble under yours, his grip tightening again, and suddenly, without warning, he sits upright. His spine leaves the headboard completely as he surges forward, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, mouth brushing against your shoulder. He moans into your skin, âI needâneed to feel you,â he chokes. âI canâtâneed to move, pleaseââ
Thereâs no way you can say no to that, so you invite his request by wrapping your arms around his neck, continuing the move of your hips. Jungkook meets the rolls this time, grinding up into you, matching your rhythm as his breath goes shallow. He rocks beneath you with a choked groan, his boxers soaked through and clinging to your slick folds as you both set a perfect and messy pace. Chest to chest, sweat-slicked, already fucked out.Â
âFuckâJungkookââ you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. Youâre so close again, your clit catching with every press of his cock. Fuck, this canât be happening, how easy can you be? Get it together, woman. âYou feelâs-so goodââ
He nods frantically against your neck. âYouâre perfectâoh my godâyouâre so wet and soft and perfect.â
His hips start bucking up into you with in a more desperate pace, gasping for air as he feels himself tightening, every nerve in his body ready to be ignited. You feel too good, he canât fucking think. Although he wants nothing more but to bury himself deep inside your pretty cunt, he canât seem to stop whatever it is heâs doing now. Because you feel too good. His arms tighten, one hand splaying across your back, the other dragging down to cup your ass, shoving you down harder against him. His hips snap upwards, rutting into your soaked heat like heâs praying for release.Â
âFuckâahâIâm gonna cumââ he gasps, his head moving to your chest, nuzzling his face in between your swell, perfect, soft, wonderful cleavage. He could live there probably, although now he canât seem to breathe. âIâm gonna cumâIâm gonna cumâIâm gonna cumââ
Youâre both gasping for air, moving in perfect desperation, caught in a rhythm none of you dares to break, slick friction and wet, breathless please.Â
But youâre stronger than him â you donât want him to cum anywhere but inside you, deep inside you. So you stop. Right at the height of it, when his cock is throbbing beneath you, twitching in his boxers, when your hips are already grinding out trembling whimpers, you still yourself. You hug him tighter against your body, holding him in place as you freeze.Â
Jungkook jolts, his breath catching like youâve stolen it right out of his lungs. âW-whatânoâwhyâd youââ
You tug on his hair, lifting his face from where its pressed against your tits, and you lean in, brushing your nose against his, lips ghosting his mouth. âYouâre not cumming in your boxers tonight.â
Jesus fucking christ, if Jungkook wasnât completely spellbound by the way you speak so seductively, the way his cock is still nuzzled between your folds, he would be running up and down the walls. He almost completely forgot about the fact that he could actually fuck you, like for real â he was too lost in pleasure.Â
His eyes flicker, wide and absolutely lost in you, suddenly kissing you with such desperation that you have to gasp for air.Â
âTake them off,â you manage to breathe into his mouth.
He shifts beneath you as his eyebrows twitch and his breath stutters. He shifts just enough to hook his thumbs into the waistband off his boxers, lifting his hips. You lift too, just barely, your knees bracing the mattress as he shoves the last fabric down and off, kicking it frantically off with his feet, something that has you giggling against his lips. His cock springs free, completely soaked. The tip glistens, already beading at the slit, twitching helplessly as it rests against his stomach.
You both groan. Your hips are still hovering above him, your heat just barely brushing the length of him. This is enough to kill you, actually. But you need him so bad you almost canât think â youâve been needing him for weeks now.Â
âAre you clean?â you ask, your fingertips dragging slowly down his chest, the barest tease.Â
Jungkook swallows hard, looking right into your eyes while his hands clench the sheets, too nervous to actually touch you. Heâs clean, of course, he tests himself every time he has slept with someone. It has been months now, but his last test came out negative, so he canât possibly have caught something in any other way. He doesnât really sit down naked in public places, so he has to be clean. âYeah. Yeahâyouâre the first Iâve touched in months.âÂ
âGoodâsame here,â you confess with a giggle. A beat passes, and you push him further down, letting his back meet the headrest again, watching as his tongue fiddles with the piercing in his bottom lip. This is finally happening, dear god. Youâre so unbelievably thankful for the fact that the two of you are both insane, that youâve both been spiraling for weeks. Because now you have him at your mercy, after all this time.Â
The room is quiet for a minute, up until Jungkook lets out a desperate whisper. âThen pleaseâplease let me feel all of it. Iâve never needed anything more.â
Youâd scream out âme neitherâ if it werenât for the fact that youâre trying to keep your cool, assert some kind of dominance here. So instead you rise slightly onto your knees, one hand reaching between your bodies to wrap around his cock, which instantly twitches in your grip. Jungkook curses low in his throat, his eyes locked on yours, completely still beneath you as you guide him to your entrance. So you lower yourself, and the moment the swollen head pushes past your folds, both of you gasp.
Your walls stretch to accommodate him, inch by inch, taking him in with a slow ache that feels has your thighs trembling. Heâs incredibly thick, but your body opens for him anyway, desperate to take him whole.
His head drops back against the headboard with a thud as his lips part beautifully. âOh my god,â he groans with a wrecked voice, fists buried and clenched in the sheets. âShitshitshitâyouâre tight.â
You keep sinking deeper, biting your lip, nails dragging down his chest as your pussy stretched tight around his cock. Heâs shaking under you, knuckles white where his hands grip the duvet, breath coming in short, punched-out gasps. And when youâre finally seated, flush against him, both of you let out a loud moan. Youâre both completely still, trembling and panting as the fit is obscenely snug. When Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes are heavy-lidded. âOh my god,â he says the moment he lays his eyes on you. What a wonderful view, he thinks. How can anyone look so beautiful while taking his cock. Your mouth is parted in such a gentle way, your lips swollen for all your shared kisses. Your arms look so delicate as you straddle him, soft muscles spasming slightly underneath your skin.Â
As you try keeping eye contact, you settle fully in his lap with trembling thighs, the weight of him buried so deep inside you it feels like you might never be able to walk again after this. His cock pulses thickly within your heat, and he shudders visibly beneath you.Â
âHoly fuckâŚâ Jungkook breathes out, his head now tipped back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling in shaky gasps. His throat bobs as he swallows, his lashes flutter shut as he canât for the life of him look at you for too long. Heâs going to come right away if so.
âYou okay, baby?â you purr, fingers brushing up his chest in featherlight strokes.
He nods desperately with his eyes still clenched shut. âMm-hm,â he hums in response, not daring to look at you for even a second more. Fuck, heâs going to come so hard.Â
You smile softly, grinding your hips in the smallest, slowest circle. The movement makes him gasp, hips jerking helplessly upward before you pin him back down with your thighs. He shudders and twitches, hands still not touching you, but clenching the fabric of the sheets so hard it looks as if it might hurt. He just fucking lays there, terrified that he might come embarrassingly quick if he lets himself go, so he stays still, choking on his own moans as you once again roll your hips.Â
The rhythm youâve built is smooth, just enough to leave him gasping, trembling underneath you as he lets out small, broken moans. His cock fills you perfectly, every slow drag inside you grazing nerves that make your toes curl and your walls clench around him. Whenever you roll forward, your clit brushes against his abdomen, and you canât help but gasp.Â
Jungkookâs head is tipped back, his throat bared, chest heaving as heâs barely keeping it together. His eyes, fuck â theyâre still closed. His beautiful, dark eyes who you could spend hours looking into.Â
You stare down at him, straddling his hips, the slick sound of your bodies echoing in your bedroom, and it kills you that he isnât looking at you. Not even for a second. His eyes are actually shut closed ridiculously hard, his eyelids creasing with the effort of not looking at you. He keeps gasping for air, especially when you start lifting your hips, only for them to roll down and forward again, a move which rips all the air from his lungs.Â
âJungkook,â you whisper, still grinding down in perfect circles. Your voice is soft, nothing more but pleading. âLook at me.â
He shakes his head weakly, brows drawn tight, breath hitching with every thrust. âI canât,â he breathes in desperation. âCanâtâI canât.â
You grind down deeper, letting your walls squeeze around him, making his whole body jerk. âBaby,â you murmur again, letting your hands trail down his chest to his stomach, your voice turning sugar-sweet. âPlease? Just for a second? I wanna see you. Wanna see those pretty eyes, Kookie.â
He swears under his breath, biting down on his lip. His fists tremble where they grip the sheets. Heâs fighting it, really fighting it. Of course he wishes to look at you, grip you, make your pretty tits bounce as he makes you ride his cock. Oh how heâd love the sight of it. But it would only last a second, as he would come so unbelievably fast. Instead, he options for defiance⌠but you know heâs seconds from giving in. You can see it in the way he his eyelids un-crinkle.Â
So you say it again, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes as his cock keeps hitting the delicate spot buried deep inside you. âPlease, Jungkook⌠look at me, baby.â
Oh my god. Jungkook shudders, lashes fluttering â and then he cracks. His eyes open, and fuck, the look in them nearly has your knees giving out over him. Theyâre blown wide with lust, flicking over your flushed face, your chest, the way his cock keeps disappearing inside your puffy folds. How they suck him in so greedily, how his entire abdomen is coated in your slick.Â
âFuuck,â he whispers, and just like that, he decides to let go. Fuck it.
His hands shoot up to your hips, grabbing you hard and pulling you down onto him with a strength heâs been holding back for too long. Heâs been dying to fuck you, thought he never would, so he wonât go easy now that heâs finally been granted his one true wish. You gasp, pleasure jolting through you as his grip anchors you against him. Finally, he starts thrusting up into you, matching your rhythm, reaching so much deeper than when you were doing all the work yourself. And oh god, it feels so incredible. He feels like a dream.Â
âOh my godââ you choke out, your head tipping back. The new pace is punishing, but so unbelievably perfect. Youâre so full, every thrust slamming his cock into you at just the right angle, so deep you canât breathe. All you can do is splay flat palms over his sweat-slick chest, trying to steady yourself as your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably. âYesâyesâoh god, Jungkook, donât stopââ
Jungkook groans, holding your hips, fucking into you with a madness that punched the air out your lungs. âYouâre gonnaâahââ he gasps, eyebrows creasing, eyes flicking over you as he has no idea where to look. Itâs all too good, the wonderful expression on your face, the perfect bounce of your tits, how your cunt keeping sucking him in with every thrust. âYouâre gonna make me cum so hardâfuck, fuckââ
Thereâs no way you can answer him right now. Your moans come out broken, each one hitched around the feeling of his cock pounding into you, his hips slapping against your ass, your thighs, your slick dripping down his length as he fills you over and over. And when he shoves you down onto his cock, your swollen clit nudges against him, just enough for it to provide pleasure. Your mouth falls open on a gasp, hips stuttering as the pressure inside you coils tighter, white-fucking-hot.Â
Jungkook moans high-pitched, completely losing control, one of his hands sliding up your back with awe, the other gripping your hip with bruising force as he keeps you locked in his rhythm. âYouâre perfectâso wetâyou feel soâahâsoftââ The praise tumbles out of his parted lips, something he soon shuts up by biting down on his lips. His nose crinkles, as does his eyebrows, and he keeps his eyes locked on where his cock keeps disappearing inside you.Â
Your entire body twitches upon hearing his words, your head falling forward as you brace yourself with both hands on his chest. Your nails dig into the swell skin there, and you swear you can feel his heart hammering through his ribs. Fuck, it makes it even hotter, and you clench around him uncontrollably.Â
âJungkookââ you gasp, a high and choked moan following the way he hits your sweet spot again and again and again. Your whole body jerks, with every thrust, thighs shaking, mouth hanging open as heat spreads through your belly like wildfire. You donât even notice how bad youâre trembling until he suddenly presses his forehead to yours.Â
He gasps, âIâm gonna cum.â The hand running up your back comes to your neck, which he grabs to shove you against his lips, muffling both your outcries. You moan into each otherâs mouth, sweat and spit mingling on your tongues as they tangle together. He lets up from the kiss for only a second, a moan breaking in his throat, âA-ahâbaby, Iâm gonna cumâplease cum. Youâre clenching so hardâfuck, baby, are you gonna cum?â
You nod erratically as all words are lost on your tongue, the pleasure pulsing though every inch of your body. Desperate to find both your releases, you grind down harder, chasing pleasure and all of him. His hand shoves your lips back onto his, and he gasps into your mouth as he feels you clenching viscerally around him. After a few more grinds, you come undone all over him, crying out in pleasure, grabbing onto his neck to release your moans into his mouth. You walls flutter and spasm around his cock as your thighs give in, unable to move or do any work yourself.Â
Jungkook lets both hands move to your back instead, pushing you flush to his sweat-slick body, lifting his hips off the bed to take matters into own hands instead. He thrusts harder and faster, hugging you against his chiseled frame. âOh my god,â he chokes out, his hands holding you down tight as he fucks you through your orgasm, the way your walls squeeze around him, dragging him over the edge right behind you. âIâm cummingâIâm gonna cum so hardâIâmââ
He slams up into you one last time, hips jerking as his cock throbs deep inside you, spilling into you with a groan that sounds almost painful. He fills you, heat spreading inside you as he comes hard, gasping your name continuously, completely wrecked.
As the two of you pulsate, gasp for air pressed flush to each other, he wraps his arms around your back as you both shake from the aftershocks. His cock twitches inside you one more time, still buried deep, and you both let out weak, breathless sounds as the last of it fades. Your foreheads are pressed together, and your eyes are both shut as you catch your breaths. The room is quiet, but your heart pounds in your ears.Â
What makes you tingle is when his hand starts running slowly up your spine. Holy fuck. This was definitely worth the wait, worth going insane over.Â
You hear him breathe out his name, and your eyes open, so close to his that his two eyes blend together. You blink, leaning in to press a lazy kiss to his lips, so tired that you actually just stay there, gasping against him as he kisses you back. The hand cradling your back moves, coming to brush your wild hair out of your face, stroking the back of your head. âThank you,â he breathes, kissing you once more.Â
So subtle you almost donât notice it, he turns with you still pressed flush to him, rolling the two of you over to your sides all the while heâs still buried inside you, his release seeping out from you and ruining your sheets. You donât care, you can fix it later. Heâs here now, and heâs hugging you, tugging you closer so your head can rest against his chest. He gives a small kiss to the top of your head, breathing out heavily, repeating his words. âThank you.âÂ
You fall asleep like this, still intertwined and utterly exhausted, him hugging you while he listens to the way your breathing settles.Â
Jungkook had one mission when moving for himself â finding a girl to sleep with. He did so, not without struggle that is, but what he didnât imagine was finding a girl to fall in love with. Finding a girl he would love with all his heart, so deeply it would hurt whenever she wasnât around.
But he did. He met a girl who made him go crazy.Â
Thereâs an unwritten rule that goes something like this: Do not fall in love with your roommate, do not get involved with your roommate in any way. It will ruin the relationship that you are financially bound to. You will have to move.
Thankfully, Jungkook has found a loophole. He has fallen in love with his neighbor, a girl who he practically lives with now. Because you canât keep your hands off each other. Not even for a second. He hates it when he has to work on weekends, he hates when he has to leave you while you sleep so peacefully in whatever bed the two of you slept in the night before.Â
He tries making up for it while leaving you small notes around the house, pink post-it notes filled with what could be just meaningless scribbles. But you love his drawings, you love it when he leaves a weirdly drawn bunny on the fridge. And what Jungkook doesnât know is that on your bedside table, thereâs a small, porcelain casket, where you pocket all his post-it notes. There are probably about a hundred of them now, buried in the casket. You look at them when heâs away, smiling by yourself, wondering how you could ever get so lucky.Â
One night, while you were laying in his lap over the sofa, you found out he knew how to braid. You felt a slight tug on your hair as your eyes were glued to the television, and stretched your neck to see what was going on with the man behind you.Â
Nothing in particular was going on, actually. Because there he sat, watching TV, just like you, only with your hair in his hands, braiding a perfect fish-tail without even needing to look at it. Your hand came up to get a feel on it, and your cheeks flushed. Without tying it, you turned your entire body and leaped forward, kissing him all over until he started giggling.
What did the two of you do in your past lives, to be this insane â but somehow find each other in all the chaos?Â
you were just renting your usual blockbuster from the stupidly hot guy at the video store, when it turns out youâve been handed a tape you really shouldnât be watching. are you an intruder, or did he give it to you on purpose?
â pairings. jeon jungkook x female reader
â word count. 17k
â warnings and tags. pwp, don juankook (lol, jk is a ladiesman), voyeurism, penetrative sex, smitten!oc, kinda smitten!jk, weird love confession, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), oc goes limp with overstimulation lol, jk is kinda all over the places â neither dom or sub, oral pleasure (m!receiving), cum swallowing, cum eating, sloppy aftercare.
notes ! okay this is a bit overdue buttttt at least i finished it, hey! iâm so beyond amazed by my lovely girl anaâs âspecial deliveryâ, so iâm hoping this wonât disappoint LMAO! anyways, this is crazy. buckle up guys.
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Having a stupid, all-consuming crush is something that defines girlhood. Shoving everything of importance out of your way in order to see, or spend time with set crush is really the only fair option as a young girl.Â
However, when the crush has lasted for almost a decade, and you still have yet to make any further progress⌠it borders on obsession. And itâs incredibly embarrassing.
You see, thereâs this video store in town, this tiny, kind of grungy shop that contains every single piece of media imaginable. Old and dusty traveling magazines that no one bothers reading, records and CDâs you spend months saving up for⌠and what is seemingly a collection of every single movie ever made.Â
And behind the counter of that blockbuster shop, there sits a boy youâve been pining after since the sixth grade.Â
Jeon Jungkook. A boy so painfully attractive and charming that he has simply ruined every other man for you, ever. And so incredibly out of reach that you feel like heâs more of a distant dream rather than a real human being.Â
The first spark of attraction appeared a few weeks after your twelfth birthday. You saw him through your window, which overviews the park. And there he was, the sixteen-year-old Jungkook, lighting up a cigarette near the entrance, watching patiently over the narrow path as a girl with dark hair approached him.Â
At your ripe age, this was the most erotic thing youâd ever seen. The way his hand snaked underneath her coat when she hugged him. How he seemingly whispered something in her ear, grinning back at her when she retracted.Â
A few days later, you found out who the girl was. Tina Agnelloâs cousin, who was in town for the week. You had overheard Tina talk about it during lunch break, sitting a few tables down from yours, and you almost choked on your yoghurt.Â
âIsnât fourteen a bit young for a sixteen-year-old?â you huffed, mostly to yourself. But your friend picked it up, frowning at you.Â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âNothing.â
It shouldnât really have surprised you that Jungkook grew up to be the townâs Don Juan.Â
He became sort of a community ride⌠a town bike, if youâd like. At first, you maybe thought there was something incredibly wrong with him, like some serious mental problems. Because why else would he be pounding around town?Â
But at fifteen, when you stumbled into the new video store in town, trying to escape the rain that had started pouring down outside, you unexpectedly fell head first into a real-life interaction with him. And weirdly enough, he seemed perfectly normal. Disgustingly charming, that is, but normal.Â
âSorry âbout that,â Jungkookâs voice wasnât all that deep, but it was soft, curling low in your stomach.Â
You stood leaning against the glass door, your wet hair clinging to your temples, droplets falling onto the floor. âWhat?â
He pointed towards the street behind you, âThe rain.âÂ
Maybe it was your brain short-cutting, but you didnât understand what he meant⌠like at all. Your brows furrowed, and you repeated your question. âWhat?âÂ
âItâs this thing I do to spark sales. Trap the costumers inside.â
âYou make it rain?âÂ
He chuckled at his own joke, incredibly stupid, but also numbingly cute, âYeah, I find rain-dances to be very affective.â
It made you kind of mad that this guy had a captivating personality on top of his unfair looks. It wouldâve honestly been better if he was just a dumb, stupid idiot, sleeping around town. But he made you laugh⌠and made you buy unnecessarily amounts of items from his store.
Was he a good salesman? No⌠not necessarily. But he was so damn flirty that you thought he might marry you if you watched the Star Trek chronicles.Â
And now, at your grown age of twenty fucking years old, your bookshelf is short of books and filled to the brim with Jungkookâs movie recommendations. It might be embarrassing, but it has become a weekly ritual. Every Saturday, you stop by his shop, return last weekâs watch and pick up a new one.Â
âNow, how was it?â he leans forward, bracing his elbows on the counter. His eyes smize at you, trying to read the expression on your face.Â
You almost canât answer because of how close he is. Even though youâve known each other for five years, he still has this weird hold on you, and you have to clear your throat before you speak. âI liked that the bad guyâs name was Lord Humungus.âÂ
He presses his lips together, his lip ring getting caught in the motion, and his eyebrows rise high on his forehead. âYeah?â he nods, teasingly, and you want to go home and puke and cry. âThatâs all⌠orâŚ?âÂ
The chuckle he lets out brushes against your face⌠yeah, heâs that close, and your brain short-circuits. Your eyes dart down to your hands, where the VHS tape dangles from your fingers, and you slide it across the counter. âIt was better than the first one.â
âI told you it worked as a stand-alone, you didnât have to bore yourself with the first,â he smirks, the smile tugging on only one side of his lips, bearing just a bit of his bunny-teeth.Â
You shrug, âI like to make up my own opinions, thanks.â
âAnd howâs that working out for you?â
It might be a bizarre way to describe it, but his voice is laced with sex. Constantly. Like thereâs always some hidden innuendo behind his words. And with the way heâs leaning forward, his biceps straining through the fabric of his navy uniform-tee, your mind runs laps, completely fogging and erasing every word you try uttering. So you just roll your eyes, trying to act casual.Â
âSorry if I donât love macho-car-movies,â you scoff, letting your hands slip away from the counter only to tremble nervously at your sides. Itâs like your whole body is vibrating just by being near him, and this isnât anything new. Itâs always been like that. Heâs just that charming.Â
Jungkook hums, nodding slowly before narrowing his eyes, a wondering look appearing on his face. Just to not seem like a lost sheep, you copy his facial expression and glower right back at him.Â
âMhm,â he bites down on the inside of his cheek, his eyes skimming over your face before traveling lower. You have to compose yourself, shifting a bit in your stance, trying not to burst into flames. Jungkook takes his time before he speaks, finally locking with your eyes again. âYouâd watch anything I tell you to, right?â
Holy mother of god. Of course you nod. Because youâre an idiot, and youâre certain your voice is going to crack halfway through your answer. And when Jungkook smirks at your obvious flustered state of being, your pulse spikes. His tongue flicks over the metal in his mouth, inherently seductive, even if it isnât intended to be, and you think you might have to go cry in the backroom.Â
Then, without a word, he backs off from the counter and turns to the shelf behind him. He skims over the many cassettes in front of him, searching for something without speaking. You swallow behind him, finally freed from his captivating gaze, forced to stare at the way his back muscles move in waves underneath his tee while he stretches tall before the shelf.Â
His tattooed arm reaches out for a tape high above him, but it hesitates before it once again falls back to his side, âItâs here somewhereâŚâÂ
You try waiting patiently for him to find whatever movie heâs looking for, but you canât help yourself. Your gaze drifts, drops actually, and lands on his butt⌠unfortunately. Itâs tightly hidden underneath his dark-washed jeans, accompanied by a pair of strong thighs. Such a nice and perky butt. Your head tilts a bit, taking in the view, if youâd like, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
Itâs a shame that this is the exact moment Jungkook gives up on his search and turns abruptly. Your eyes widen, and you flinch, hoping he didnât just see the way you were drooling over the chiseled shape of his ass.Â
But instead of commenting on your awkwardness, he drops to the ground, crouching down on the floor to inspect the hallow counter which contains several more blockbusters.Â
He grunts and groans while his fingers flick through the options, never landing on his target.Â
âDigging for gold?â you tease, boldly leaning over the counter to look at him. He doesnât even meet your gaze, he just keeps searching, his eyebrows curled together in a knot on his forehead.Â
âGive me a second.â
You hear him pulling out a large cardboard box, watching over as his muscles tense as he drags it forward. And with a grunt, he lifts it, getting up on his feet and dropping it onto the counter. As you peek over the edge of it, you see itâs filled to the brim with identical black CD-covers, just with different scribblings on the side.Â
Jungkookâs slender fingers brush over the covers, flipping through the countless pieces until he finally grabs ahold of one. The one with the title Memento poorly written in white marker on the edge.Â
âAh, there you are.â He pulls out the piece from the pool of covers while letting out a sigh of relief. âThought Iâd lost her.â
You lift your chin, looking over at Jungkook who is seemingly lost in his own little world that only contains him and this very neutral tape. âMemento?â
âItâs fucking great.â His eyes dart up, meeting yours, and you almost chuckle at the way they light up. Itâs such a cute thing for a guy to have a hobby, to be in love with something. That is of course if you look past the excruciating mansplaining that follows. âA man with short term memory lossâso the entire movie is shot backwards. From end to beginning. You learn the plot with him, itâs insane. He uses these post-it notes to keep track of time, place and faces. Revolutionary, Iâve neveââ
âShush,â you rip the cover from his hands, cutting off his monologue. You know just how long he can go on if heâd like. There have been times where youâd wondered if he might be on the spectrum, given the fact that heâs constantly restless, and a complete nerd when he wants to, but you donât like to dwell on that. Itâs cute, and it obviously works for him, so you let him act a bit strange. âLet me find out for myself.â
âMhm, brat.â
You nearly gush at the new nickname, your nostrils flaring as you breathe in deeply. Your hands fall to your sides, and you unconsciously sway a bit in your stance, not really sure if you want to end the interaction here, or if you want to stay, maybe fling yourself over the counter, straddle this man like a horse. The ladder might not be the best idea, so you start searching for coins that are buried deep in the tiny back pocket of your jeans, eager to get the hell out of this place.Â
â4.99?â you ask, as if you donât already know the price. Youâre here every week, so it really is etched in your memory. But so is everything he tells you.Â
Jungkook smirks, his gum-drop eyes narrowing, âOn the house. Since Mad Max wasnât really your thing.â
âDonât be stupid, Iâll pay.â
âKeep your money, peach, I donât want it.â
Ugh, you hate when he calls you that. Peach. It sounds like some awful pet name that your dad would call you. So youâd really like for him to stop, but the one time you asked him to, it seemingly just fueled him. So you pray that one day he might see you as someone other than this little girl who buys stuff from him without second guessing his opinion. Maybe heâll one day see you as a woman. Yesss that would be good. And you already know what it is he loves to do with women. Half the moms in town has slept with him.Â
Jesus your mind is wandering. You scrunch your nose, trying to act affronted by his arrogance, when really your mind is running through every woman in town who has gotten the taste of him. The jealousy blooming inside you is like a kidâs rage when theyâre not allowed candy on a weekday. Why canât you also have nice things?
âFine, but Iâll repay you if I love it.â
âDeal,â he nods, his large hand reaching out before him, gesturing for you to shake it, âAnd donât worry, peach. Youâll love it.â
Your entire apartment smells of butter and salt as you wait for the microwaveâs timer to drop. Thereâs not a lot you know about this movie, but popcorn is always a good idea, so youâre hoping it wonât be too disturbing, ruining your appetite.Â
The CD is waiting for you inside the player, all you need to do is pad over your floor, sink down into the couch cushions and press play on your remote.Â
Youâve already brushed off all other plans for the night, your friends scolding you for throwing your life away only to watch some mediocre movie to please Jungkook. âYouâre a source of income, you buy everything from him.âÂ
Hah, bet theyâll be sorry when they hear you actually got this one for free. Mhm. Or maybe not. Itâs been five years⌠itâs the least he could do.Â
The timer dings. Yey, showtime. You open the microwave door, the warm and salty smell travels through the air and settles deep within you. You grab the paper bag, tearing it open with a quick tug. Now youâre ready.Â
The cushions give in the moment your body meets the couch, and you immediately melt with them, sinking further and further down. You grab onto the soft, pink blanket thatâs thrown carelessly over the armrest, and pull it over your body, letting yourself get incredibly comfortable. Although this ritual, watching a movie every Saturday, cozying up in your living room, is supposedly âme timeâ⌠you know deep inside you do this for him. Your friends are right, you do want his approval. So youâre hoping youâll like this. Letâs watch, shall we?
You stretch your arm out, reaching for the remote control, and you press play.Â
The screen stays black for a moment. No music, no production mark. Weird. You wait for a moment, resting your head back on the soft cushion behind you. Still nothing plays. Mhm, maybe he gave you an empty disk? Or maybe your TV is broken?
Youâre about to press play again, wondering if you maybe hit a wrong button the first time⌠when your whole body freezes.Â
The tape starts rolling, but itâs not Memento. Or, it possibly canât be. That would be too bizarre. Because what plays on the screen is an amateur video⌠of Jungkook. Seemingly at home, staring straight into the camera, so close that his face blocks all surroundings. All you see is the concentration on his face as he fumbles with the record button, his eyes wide and searching.Â
You chuckle. Cute, he misplaced the CD. But whatâs not so cute is when Jungkook moves out of frame.Â
Ho-ly-shit.Â
Your jaw actually drops, your mouth hanging wide open as you take in whatâs playing on the television before you. Jesus fucking christ. When Jungkook is out of sight, you realize the camera is placed in his bedroom, and the sight has you gasping for air, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Because on his bed, there lies a girl⌠in only her underwear.Â
âAm I in the frame?â she asks gently, looking up at Jungkook who is still out of sight, her eyes doe-like and glistening. Pure seduction.Â
âMhm,â Jungkook hums, and finally he moves forward, ushering for her to move further down the bed to make room for him by her side. And you think you might actually cry when heâs back on camera.Â
Walking into frame, the sight of him has your eyes widening, the hand covering your mouth slowly dragging down your chin. Leaving you gaping.Â
Jungkook is completely naked. Butt-ass-naked. On camera. And fully erect, that is. He walks over to the bed, eyes locked with the girlsâ, his large hands hanging by his side.Â
Itâs not a modest sight. He looks absolutely insane. His shoulders broad, arms straining with veins and muscle, while his torso is rather lean, a small waist accompanied by a set of washboard abs. But thatâs not really what steals your breath away. Because as heâs completely naked, your eyes immediately go to his abdomen. His hips are beautifully defined, his thighs chiseled and muscular, and his cock. Well, thatâs just unfair.Â
Heâs huge when erect, thick and heavy, the tip of him a beautiful, deep red, and as he moves closer, you see the leaking precum that drips from him, running down his veiny shaft.Â
You immediately pause the video, too stunned to do anything else, but that doesnât really help as the still-frame of Jungkookâs heavy cock and deep, lust filled eyes continues to show on screen. So you turn the whole television off instead.Â
The screen flatlines, and youâre left frozen on the couch.Â
What on gods green earth did you just watch. And why the fuck did Jungkook give this to you. It has to be a mistake. He couldnât possibly know he gave you this? Itâs just a horrible fail, he misplaced the CD. Put it in the wrong cover. What the hell, you donât even know how to make this sound reasonable.Â
Your eyebrows have almost reached your hairline, and your mouth still hangs wide open. The popcorn by your side remains untouched. Because you just simply canât bring yourself to indulge in a snack right now, as you think you might vomit. Not because youâre disgusted⌠itâs the other way around actually. What you just saw has you feeling dizzy, a low, curling sensation building low in your stomach⌠and thatâs what you find disturbing.Â
He probably never intended for anyone to ever see this, and here you are, on a Saturday, all snuggled up on your couch, watching his homemade porno.Â
You canât be doing this. Letâs stop here. Here, but no further. You inhale deeply, straightening your posture as your torso lifts slowly from the couch, resting your elbows on your knees. The curling pleasure in your stomach has turned into a deep and horrific realization that this is such an invasion of privacy that you should probably be locked up for good. Even though you never intended to watch this, you still did, and you feel evil.Â
The black screen stares back at you. Your pulse thunders in your eardrums, you can practically hear your heart leaping out of your chest. As you reach for the remote, optioning to press âretract diskâ, you stop. Something inside you stills. An evil thought forms.Â
This is like the marshmallow test. A kid with an unlimited access to a big bowl of marshmallows, which is in your case a recording of Jungkook finding his own release. Okay. Dilemma. Do you stop here, tell him about the mistake, return the tape immediately. You should. You definitely should.Â
Or do you continue? He wonât know just how much of it you sawâŚ
Youâll obviously return it. Apologize. You check the small watch standing on the coffee table. It reads 7:32. The shop closes at eight. Okay. You have plenty of time. You just need to see what youâre dealing with here. Right?Â
Youâre evil. But itâs impossible, itâs like having a gold mine before you, no one to stop you, not a single person in sight telling you for the love of god, woman, get a grip.Â
Your fingers curl around the remote⌠before you ultimately press ON â play â fast forward.Â
The screen turns back on, the recording forwards in quick frames, and you shut one eye as if that blocks out your shame and guilt. You land on a still that seems inviting. The girl, on all fours, Jungkook propped up behind her.Â
His hand comes up to his mouth. He sucks in his cheeks before spitting out a glob of saliva, moving his glistening fingers to the girlâs heat, which is perched in the air before him. Jungkook looks down at the view, gliding his fingers through her folds, immediately having her cry out with pleasure.Â
âSshhh, baby, not yet. Want you crying on my dick.â
You shudder at the sound of his voice through the crispy speaker, his tone teasing with a hint of frustration. Your lips press together as you watch him line himself up, the girlâs face crinkling before it falls forward, burying her head in the pillow.Â
He thrust inside her with a grunt, his mouth falling open with a strained moan as heâs balls deep inside her. She whines a muted scream into the pillow, her fists clenching around the sheets. Heâs probably too big for her.Â
Jungkook chuckles at her pleasure-filled misery, starting out with deep and slow grinds before pounding into her. The sounds are wile, having you turn down the volume with embarrassment, afraid your neighbors might tune in. Your jaw is practically on the floor as you watch Jungkookâs facial expressions. Heâs smiling. His eyebrows curl together on his forehead as he plunges forward, retreating shallowly just to snap his hips against her ass once again.Â
Jesus. You press your legs together, trying to fight the obvious burn in your abdomen. Suddenly, your breath catches.Â
Jungkook looks up from the view of his cock driving into the girlâs heat⌠and his eyes lock with yours. Well, not yours, but he stares back at the camera, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in and out.Â
This just got increasingly more embarrassing. Youâre indulging in something that feels very illegal here, so can he please look away? As if heâs watching you through the screen, your throat tightens. You canât bring yourself to look away, itâs like a car crash. You canât not stare at it. Your eyes flick from his face, to the way the muscles of his torso tighten with every snap of his hips. His palms run over the curve of her ass before it comes down to smack hard, causing her to tip her head back with a yelp. Sheâs so lost in pleasure that she canât even talk.Â
But he does⌠and your brain-activity cuts short.Â
âFeel dirty?âÂ
Huh? You still at his words.Â
He speaks again, grunts actually, âFilthy girl, wishing this was you.â
Oh my god. Heâs talking to the viewer. Heâs looking directly at the camera and speaking to you. Or whoeverâs watching this. This was intended to be seen. Oh my god. Insert viewer porn.Â
Youâre very certain this wasnât for you to see, but someone was in mind when making this. Jungkookâs fingers curl around her hips as he drives harder and harder and harder into her cunt, the sound of skin on skin almost blocking out his next words.Â
âWish it was my dick instead of your tiny, little fingers?â he growls, wincing as the girl wrapped around him clenches, milking him as he pounds into her. His words are stolen from him for just a second, before he bites down on his lips, continuing. âStill want you to cum for me, baby, want you to cum all over yourself.â
Help, youâve probably fast-forwarded a bit too far into the tape, you didnât know you were supposed to be touching yourself. Yeah, you wonât be doing that. It would just feel all too wrong.Â
You shift a bit in your seat, breath hitching as you feel how sensitive youâve grown to any form of friction that brushes against your body. Jesus, you should turn this off, it has gotten really strange. Jungkook keeps looking directly at the camera, and although his eyes show nothing but need and desire, you kind of feel as though youâre being judged.Â
His moves turn frantic, and you realize the girl bent before him climaxes, screaming out, calling out his name in a row of desperate whines. This just fuels him to keep going, now forgetting all about the camera, his eyes darting down to her ass while his cock disappears inside her again and again and again.Â
Heâs about to come. Your eyes widen as you see his face turn flushed, the sounds he releases being nothing short of grunted whimpers, desperate to find his own release. Itâs fucking overwhelming, watching as the girl goes limp before him, listening to the sinful yet beautiful noises heâs producing.Â
Again you repeat here, but no further.Â
The remote has been resting in your soft grip ever since you turned the TV back on, and with a subtle press of your thumb â the screen goes black.Â
Okay. What you just saw mightâve just ruined your relationship on every level. You just electrocuted your tiny and insignificant bond, hoping it might spark something inside you. It did⌠but that only makes everything worse. And, sorry, are we just brushing over the fact that heâs making porn on his free time?
Youâre quite overwhelmed, every forming thought being overpowered by another, more horrific one. But what you wish the strongest, is for this to just be a mistake. For you to be the idiot in this situation, sitting through about ten minutes of Jungkookâs sextape. Not for him to gift you this⌠knowing whatâs on the disk, knowing youâre going home to watch him get his dick wet. Thatâs a whole other layer to this very weird scene that you donât really want to take into consideration right now.Â
All you know is that his shop closes in about twenty minutes, and you canât let this tape marinade in your video player. Youâre going to have to return it, and that is tonight.Â
You feel like youâre about to melt with the snow that creaks underneath your boots. The CD-cover is buried in the pocket of your coat, burning its way into the fabric like some constant reminder of what an awful human being you are.Â
Youâve already thought over the conversation. You are to tell him about the mix-up, apologize, and sadly never show your face again. The two of you have had a good run, but itâs over now. Thereâs no way in hell youâll be able to âcasuallyâ rent a dvd from him every week when all you can picture is his face when heâs about to⌠jesus, letâs not even go there.
Why did you do it â why, why, why, you stupid meatball of a woman. Why did you have to let your curiosity get the best of you?
You can see him through the windows of the store as you cross the street. Heâs alone (thank god), so itâll be less humiliating for you to admit the horrible mishap. Your breath leaves in a fog as you exhale, your mouth shaping itself in an âoâ as you reach the glass door. You inspect Jungkook, who stands behind the counter with a pen perched between his fingertips as he notes down whatever on a piece of paper.
Letâs do this. It wonât be that awful. Youâre a grown woman, you can own up to your mistakes.
âIâm sorry!âÂ
Jesus. The apology sort of just tumbles out of you as you push the door open, mingling with the overhead bell that notifies your arrival. Youâre not sure if yelling out that youâre sorry is the best way to start this conversation, but itâs too late to take it back now. Even though you want nothing more than to grab the exclaim by its neck and shove it back down your throat.Â
Jungkookâs gaze lifts along with his eyebrows, staring over at you as you stand covered in snow at his doorstep. It hits you that this is sort of similar to your first official meet, you drenched in bad weather at the door, Jungkook unbothered and dry behind the cashier. Oh how you miss those times, when you were just a girl with a stupid crush, blissfully unaware. Nostalgia will be the death of you.Â
As you havenât really gotten to the next part of your apology, Jungkook clears his throat, his eyebrows forming in a confused knot high on his forehead, âYouâre sorry?â
âIâm sorry!â you repeat, fully entering his shop, hurrying over to Jungkook while leaving sad and wet little footprints behind you. It seems to amuse him that youâre completely out of breath and quite frankly horrified, as he tongues his cheek watching the way you rush over to him. You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ears, ignoring the way your cheeks flush when fully exposed â even though itâs probably due to your mortification, you can brush it off as you going red by the cold.
You stop a few steps before the counter, chest heaving underneath your coat, and now that youâre here⌠youâve forgotten your prepared monologue. What the hell, you know the basics of it. Letâs just give it a try.
âEuhâuhâŚâ you stutter, now realizing you have no idea how to actually tell him this while looking him dead in the eyes. Hello, Jungkook, yes, it is true â I did in fact watch you pound away at some girl I donât know. Yes, I could have turned it off, yes I realize that now. No, I donât have any manners.Â
Jungkook frowns before you. Maybe heâs wondering if you slipped on ice on your way over, if you maybe cracked your skull open and that small bits and pieces of your consciousness is slowly seeping out of you. He crosses his arms loosely and leans over the counter, resting on his forearms. âAh, I see,â he teases, grinning at the way your mouth hangs open.Â
This is getting more embarrassing by the minute. You try snapping out of it, putting one hand out in front of you, a flat palm. Okay here it goes.Â
âYou gave me the wrong tape.âÂ
Your shoulders slump the moment the words leave you, finally ridding you of the heavy burden. All you hope is that he might not ask about the tape, that heâll take it back, maybe watch over it in private, realize his mistake and then not wonder why youâre not returning to his shop.Â
Because you quite frankly canât ever set foot in here after what you just watched, not when all you can picture is the way his eyebrows crease when the girl wrapped around him pulsates, spasms, sucking him dry. Fuck, it was beautiful, but oh so inappropriate. So wildly inappropriate.  You canât ever see him the same way. Not that he was some virgin Mary before this, youâve always known what kind of guy he was. But knowing he makes his own pornos just makes it absolutely impossible for you to keep your cool around him.Â
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, letting your words sink in. The piercing catches between his teeth, making a small clicking sound that cuts right through the unbearable silence that fills his shop. Pursing his lips, examining you, he prepares to speak. âMhm, did I?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, taking another step forward. You fish out the CD-cover buried in your pocket, handing it to Jungkook once youâre close enough to reach him. He doesnât grab for it, so instead you place it down on the counter, trying not to look at it. Itâs just this little black, plastic item â something that has managed to ruin your life (or so it seems like). âI justâIâm sorry. I wanted to return it as fast as I could.âÂ
He stares at you for a moment before reaching for the tape, fingers curling around the plastic then picking it up. Youâre kind of weirded out by this. He doesnât ask any questions, nor does the contains of the tape you watched seem to matter to him. Instead, his eyes skim over the coverâs back for a second, before he puts it down again and shoves it out of sight.Â
âThatâs too bad, huh?â His eyes meet yours again, and you almost faint. Thereâs this sparkle in them, a flash of glisten that disappears the moment he blinks. His eyebrows raise just a tad on his forehead, giving him just a teeny tiny pleading look. Alright, this has to be intentional â he knows what effect he has on women.Â
You canât deal with him anymore. It was fine before, when it was just a stupid crush. But itâs slowly turning into something else, something shameful. You want him so bad that you could cry, because there is no way in hell he would ever lay a hand on a girl like you. And now youâve seen all of him â every admirable inch of him. Thereâs no way you can keep him in your life without going insane.Â
Your lips curl into a thin line, and just as youâre about to speak, Jungkook cuts you off.Â
âIs there anything I could do for you?âÂ
Quite frankly, no. You just need to be left alone, honestly. Curl up underneath your covers and die of embarrassment and lust. So you shake your head, trying to get out of this shop as quickly as possible. You donât want the actual movie you rented, you just wanted to return the faulted one and flee the crime scene.Â
âNo-no,â you say, waving a hand in front of you. âThere really isnât. Again, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You havenât told him what the CD contains, but heâll find out eventually. And there is absolutely no way that youâll be here when that time comes. You have to get out of here. This didnât really go as planned, you apparently donât have enough courage to own up to your mistake. But youâve returned the tape nonetheless, so your mission is complete.Â
You give Jungkook an almost believable smile, and prepare to walk off. Your feet are about to send you off, and you turn away from Jungkook, setting out on your journey to the door â when you feel a tug on your coat.Â
Jungkook has wrapped his fingers in the soft fabric, tugging on your back, keeping you from leaving. Reaching for you over the counter.
Neither of you speak for a moment, you just still the moment you feel resistance. Your chest heaves, you have no idea whatâs going on, why heâs holding you back. Itâs almost like all the air in your lungs in ripped from you, and when you hear his voice, your knees almost buckle.Â
âAre you sure thereâs nothing you want me to do?â
You canât see his face, but his voice is enough to send you over the edge. Itâs a low purr, but you also detect some worry. He canât possibly be that sorry for lending you the wrong tape. It would at least make him great with costumers, but it canât just be that. Oh god. He canât possibly know⌠can he?
âW-what?â you ask, still not turning to face him. You just stare straight ahead at the snow that falls outside the window, the glass door. And Jungkookâs hand stays knotted in your coat, making it impossible for you to move.Â
âCome onâŚâ he rasps, tugging you closer. Your feet stumble backwards, but you still donât turn, honestly just because you donât dare to. Looking him in his beautiful eyes right now might make you jump over that counter and fling your arms over his shoulders. So you stand still, your lower back meeting the edge of the counter. And after a while, after youâve gotten used to the way Jungkookâs breath keeps brushing against the back of your head, he speaks again. âI know you like me.â
Mary mother of christ. There it is. He knows. Of course he knows â how could you be so stupid? Youâve been pining after him for almost a decade. How could he not know?Â
Goosebumps bloom on the back of your neck and your breathing turns shallow. This can really only mean one thing.Â
He didnât give you the wrong tape.Â
You slip from his hand, turning abruptly, looking at him with wide and frightened eyes. For some reason, you canât control your breathing. Your chest moves in heaves, and every sentence you try forming in your head dies on its way out. His nostrils flare before you, and as if youâre not having a hard enough time breathing, Jungkookâs eyes roam over your body, taking in your state of shock.Â
âWhaâwhat?â you repeat, still not sure any of this is real. Because how can it be. Itâs straight out of a very weird and long porno. Fitting, given the tape heâs gifted you.Â
âLookâIâm sorry about the video,â he starts, running stressed fingers through his hair. Youâve never seen him like this, itâs out of character for him to not be teasing or mocking you. But heâs allowed to be nervous, as he has just confirmed to renting you a porno of himself. That has to be some sort of felony. When heâs done messing up his hair, he places his hands flat on the counter, chuckling at his own words. âI justâI donât know. Thought you needed a push.âÂ
âNeeded a push?â You stick your neck out, baffled and not really sure if you just heard right. Was this an attempt to seduce you? In what messed up world would that work? âIâm sure you couldâve thought of some other way to wring the truth out of me.â
Jungkook shrugs, keeping his eyes glued to yours. âSure. But I wanted you to see what I could do to you.âÂ
Your pulse drops, and it almost feels as if someone has spilled a bucket of ice water down your neck. Oh my god, this has to be some kind of joke. Maybe heâs recording this too, and that he might just be a very messed up guy. Because never in your twenty years of living would you have thought that Jeon Jungkook could ever come onto you. Especially not like this.Â
For some reason, you canât speak. But your face gets embarrassingly warm, your cheeks heating up and doing absolutely nothing to hide just how flustered you are. You try cooling it off, letting your knuckles meet the warm skin, not even caring how stupid it looks.Â
âAlso,â Jungkook tilts his head, smiling at you. You immediately avoid his eyes, looking down at his hands instead, the thick, silver ring thatâs wrapped around his left thumb. He notices, bending a bit down trying to search for your eyes. âItâs fun making you blush like this.âÂ
âYouâreââ you start, blushing even more when he points it out. Trying to recover some kind of bravery, you jerk your neck, flaring your nostrils. âThis is insane behavior.â
âRomeo killed himself for JulietâI would argue Iâm not insane enough.â
You instantly frown, very taken aback by this absurd analogy. âAre you seriously comparing you giving me pornâyour own pornâto Romeo and Juliet?â
âYeah,â he says dead serious while straightening his posture. His eyes sparkle in your direction, and you gulp as you keep getting lost in them. He has apparently lost his damn mind⌠but it seems it might be because of you. That canât be right.Â
âI'm sorryâbut are we just brushing over the fact that you make your own porn?â Your eyebrows crease so bad it's actually hurting, but you can't for the life of you understand what on earth is going on.
Jungkook scratches the back of his head. âIt wasâit's something I do for funâsometimes!â he tries explaining, tumbling over his own words. âI'd never do that to youâI just thought giving you the tape might open your eyes. Show you what I bring to the table.â
What a crazy mindset. Also, you already know what he brings to the table â every girl in town knows. He couldâve just told you âhey, I like youâ and it probably wouldnât have been as strange.
As you part your lips, preparing to speak, your words are ripped from you. Because the moment your words are about to leave you, Jungkook decides to move. He takes a step back from the counter, eyes never leaving you, and starts making his way around, fingertips tracing the flat surface. The veins on his forearm strain against his skin as he moves, as his arm stretches, follows where he goes. And in a matter of no time, he manages to snake around the counter and take his first steps towards you.Â
Thereâs nothing else for you to do but tumble backwards, not knowing if its all because youâre trying to keep your distance from him or if itâs your brain subconsciously keeping you from making a stupid decision â keeping you from flinging yourself over Jungkookâs neck.Â
âI swear I didnât want to make you uncomfortable,â he stresses, slowly walking towards you. âAnd I know it was a crazy gestureâbut the thing is⌠I kinda am crazy about you.â
You stop in your tracks, letting him close up on you. Your throat clogs as you hear his confession, a row of words youâve only encountered in your dreams. Maybe youâre dumb and naive, but youâve been so insatiably in love with him for these past years that the thought of him maybe feeling the same way has your vision blurring.Â
What snaps you back to reality is the tape, the way he spoke. How he carries himself, the fact that every girl in town has gotten a taste of him. He must be calculated. This isnât a love confession â this is a damn ploy.Â
âThatâs not funny,â you say, nostrils flaring.Â
Heâs close enough to touch you now, but he doesnât. Instead, he stops before you, eyes skimming over your flushed face, moving from one eye to the other before settling on your lips for way too long. He takes a deep breath, one that has his shoulders lifting with the large intake. âIâm not trying to be funny, peach.âÂ
That fucking nickname. Just this once, you wish he mightâve been able to drop it⌠just this once.Â
His fingers twitch with restraint at his sides, and his tongue brushes past his lips as his eyes are still fixed on your mouth. âIf you think Iâm just saying all this to win you overâdo you really think Iâd wait this long?âÂ
âUh, n-no,â you stutter, and your voice comes out more strained than you hoped, almost like every word youâre trying to say hurts in your throat.Â
One second passes, and without noticing at first, you see Jungkookâs hand lift. His palm comes to cup your cheek, his ring-covered thumb brushing against your warm skin. Your breathing comes out ragged, and your eyes flick over his face like a deer-caught-in-headlights. Trying to ease you, Jungkook brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your skin along the way.Â
âThat tape was just a snivel of what Iâd do to you if you let me.âÂ
Oh god, maybe youâre in over your head here. You know you want this, that you want nothing less, but as youâve established â Jungkook is crazy. And this might just be Jungkookâs brilliant way with words, but every single nerve in your body is tuned to him, and you find yourself glued to the floor, unable and not wanting to move.Â
Just dive in without thinking. Allow yourself this indulgence. You never do anything fun, you never take any fucking risks. So just take the leap.Â
You tip your chin up, better meeting his eyes, taking in a deep breath. âThen whatâs stopping you?âÂ
A small, devilish smile tugs on Jungkookâs lips, before they surge forward, colliding with yours without giving you a second to breathe. The metal in his mouth brushes against your bottom lip, the strength of his kiss urging for you to open your mouth for him, bare him your tongue.Â
You do so without thinking, inviting him in, letting the wet muscle of his tongue roll against yours in an addictive dance, while his hand shoves your face harder against his. Youâre on your tippy-toes now, stretching as far as possible to reach his mouth. He chuckles against your kiss, but not for long, not when he hears how your breathing has slowed and a small moan escapes you. Because it unfurls something in him, and soon enough his free hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to him.Â
He groans at the feel of your thick coat against his chest, probably eager to rip it the fuck off, but trying to keep his cool nonetheless. It doesnât work all that well. âIs it that cold out?â
His words arenât teasing this time, he actually seems more furious. So you immediately find it funny, smiling still when he keeps kissing your stretched lips. âWhat, you donât like my coat?âÂ
âHate it, actually,â he purrs, nudging your face away with his forehead just so he can latch onto your neck. You shiver the moment his lips meet your jugular, the wetness of them sending sparks all the way to your fingertips. He licks and sucks as if to mark you, while the hand on your waist takes on a new road, coming to fiddle with the top button of your coat.Â
You giggle as the button resists, catching in the soft fabric, refusing to give in. As Jungkook hears this, he retracts from your neck, straightening his posture to look at you with narrow eyes.Â
âOh, weâre laughing, are we?â He tilts his head, giving you just a teeny tiny smile thatâs almost unnoticeable. His lips have gone slightly red, a bit swollen, giving him a disheveled look thatâs enough for you to lose your damn mind. You pout, looking up at him with wide and unknowing eyes, trying to lure his lips back to yours, but instead you feel his hand move from your button. âLaugh, againâI dare you.â
In one easy motion both his hands grab ahold of the back of your thighs underneath the long coat, and without struggle he manages to lift you, wrapping you around his waist. Your breath hitches, the fabric of your coat rides up, and you instinctively fold your knees around his torso, steading yourself. And as the small breath of air leaves you, Jungkook swallows it with another kiss.
It's like youâre nothing in his arms with the way he so easily handles you. He manages to turn, walk further into the store, still lavishing you in openmouthed and wet kisses. Your arms have wrapped around his neck, and soon enough your fingers are tangled in his silky hair, brushing through the strands that form the rough mullet. Until you remember something crucial.Â
âW-waitwaitwaitââ you hiss against his lips, retracting to look him in the eyes. They havenât gone heavy lidded like youâre used to when lathering boys in kisses, Jungkookâs eyes have actually doubled in size, it seems. He stares back at you with two black, glistening voids, wondering why youâre cutting his pleasure short. You raise your eyebrows, because the door remains unlocked. And youâre not so sure if youâre all that keen on going at it with Jungkook while someone could just simply walk in without restraint. âThe door?â
Jungkook chuckles as he keeps moving both your bodies across the room, walking past shelves, different sections, until he stops for a second. âThereâs another door here, peach.âÂ
And just like that, almost like it magically appeared with his words, he pushes open a door â already slightly ajar â with the tip of his boot, a door which seems to lead to the backroom. Itâs filled with boxes, shelves. Itâs just a mess, honestly. And without any further words, Jungkook turns the lock and walks to one of the shorter CD-shelves, propping you up on it.Â
Your feet barely dangle above the floor, and you immediately miss the feel of his lips once he leaves you. Needy as you are, you reach for his shirt, trying to pull him back, but he stops you right away.Â
âIâm gonna need that coat on the floor before anything else.âÂ
Fuck.
You were honestly hoping it wouldnât come to this. Maybe that he would let you sleep with him fully dressed.Â
Itâs not because youâre self-conscious in any way, youâre actually quite proud of your figure. No, this is way worse. Because underneath your coat lies a dark secret: Your horrible sense of style when it comes to lounging around at home.Â
To be honest, you thought youâd spend the night all alone. Well, itâs movie night, so you usually do spend it alone, on your couch, with soda stains on your chest. But you set out on a quest tonight â honestly just to return the tape and never see Jungkook again. You didnât think heâd be undressing you by the end of the meet, so you didnât bother to change your clothes⌠which now you realize was a grand mistake.Â
You look up at Jungkook with wide and pleading eyes, âMay the coat stay on?â
He just frowns in response before taking matters into own hands, lunging forward and shutting you up with a kiss so harsh your lips might bruise. Jungkook sucks down on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan in his mouth as he distracts you from the way heâs roughly tearing open your coat, not caring if the buttons rip at the seams. Suddenly, the coat hangs open, and with a begrudging lift of your hips, you let him slip it off your frame.Â
Your hands come up to cup his neck, the hair that grows long there, forcing him to not look down. But he does anyways⌠and stops completely.Â
His hands rest by your waist, and his eyes roam over your body, eyebrows creasing with something that might read as disgust, or maybe just utter confusion.Â
âWhat the hell are you wearing?â he scoffs, skimming over your outfit. Rightfully so, because what the hell are you wearing?Â
Itâs embarrassing, but itâs comfortable. And you donât care if you stain it. You tread it over your body the minute you get home, you always make sure to wash it before going to bed just so youâll be able to wear it again the day after. We are of course speaking of your Snoopy-suit.Â
Weird name, yes, but thereâs no other way to describe it. Because it is a Snoopy-suit. A white sweater with tiny nightgown-Snoopy-figurines all over, everywhere, no inch left uncovered â with a pair of matching sweatpants. The text on your chest reads âSleepy Snoopsâ. We wonât even get into whatâs written on your ass.
You part your lips, but no sound comes out, which has Jungkook frowning ugly in front of you. With minimal strength, you shove at his chest. It does little, as he comes right back again, leaning forward while his palms rest on either side of you down on the shelfâs surface. The veins in his forearms pop as he rests his weight on them.Â
âWhaâwell I didnât think Iâd be stripping when I got here!â You try defending yourself, but realize it still doesnât answer Jungkookâs question. Because you quite frankly have no idea what it is that youâre wearing. Thankfully, Jungkook latches onto your words instead of keeping his attention glued to your outfit.Â
âYou so did,â he chuckles, planting a soft kiss on your temple.Â
You keep trying to defend yourself while his kisses continue. âI didnât!â
âYeah-yeah, okayâI canât have you wearing that, though.â He starts by letting one hand brush over your thighs, a move that immediately sends shivers down your spine and all the way to your cervix. Jesus, he must be a sorcerer. The hand keeps moving, fingers brushing underneath the hem of your sweater, lifting it slowly while still kissing you, lips moving down your neck, biting down on your skin as his fingers meets your stomach.Â
Eager to strip out of this god-awful outfit, you help him, reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and giving it a quick tug. Jungkookâs hand replaces yours, and he lifts the fabric off your body, over your head, over your lifted arms, until it falls completely off and is thrown forgotten to the floor alongside your coat.Â
The moment youâre bared to him, he chuckles against your skin, pleased to know youâre not wearing a bra. His hand which is not holding onto your waist comes to cup one of your soft breasts, rolling it in his palm where it fits so perfectly.Â
You mewl underneath his touch, back arching instinctively as he keeps kneading your breast with his warm palm. He steps in between your parted knees, the hand on your waist pulling you further into him, and the moment you meet his hips, you let out a breathy moan.Â
Heâs straining against his jeans, a bulge so big it still surprises you, even though youâve already seen all of him. Youâve seen every vein, every inch â just not up close. And the anticipation is killing you.Â
âTake the sweatpants off,â he breathes against your neck, now starting to move lower, kissing your collarbone, your chest, before his lips meet the gentle curve of your breast â the one not trapped in his palm.Â
In a hurried motion, your fingers find your waistband, and you rip the soft fabric off, lifting your hips and wiggling out of the pants, kicking off your boots along with the legs of your sweats. Thankfully, your panties arenât atrocious as well, just a simple, white lace that youâre hoping to be rid of soon enough.
Jungkook grinds into you the second you lose the pants, breathing roughly against your skin when he feels your bare figure hug his frame the moment his hips roll forwards. His mouth moves lower, and after giving your already hard nipple a soft lick, he closes his mouth around it to suck down on it. The hand on your breast gives your skin a deep knead before brushing lower, letting his fingers play with the waistband of your panties, snapping the band against your hip.Â
âKookâplease,â you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Jungkookâs tongue starts circling your nipple, flicking over the nub, coating it in his spit. âDonât hold back with me.âÂ
He groans against you, running the tip of his tongue back and forth over your hard nipple, âCouldnât even if I wanted to.âÂ
His fingers move from the waistband, and in a motion so sudden his palm cups your wetness, squeezing tight, feeling how youâre dripping through the lace fabric. Your breath hitches, and your head lolls back as the friction of his hand cupped so tightly against your clothed cunt. Chasing his touch, your hips buck forward, a move which steals a hummed laughter from him.Â
Your completely soaked through. Thereâs no inch of lace left untouched by your wetness, and the fabric clings to you like a second skin. Youâre so wet it almost embarrassing, and every squeeze Jungkookâs large palm bestows upon you has you gasping for air.Â
He sucks down on your nipple, releasing it with a slick pop. âFuck, youâre soaked through,â he almost whispers, his breath against your breast sending sparks through your body.Â
âMm-hm,â you hum in agreement, a needy sound you try repressing as you bite down on your bottom lip. But it doesnât work that well, especially not when Jungkook runs a single finger all the way from your core to your clit, which both are spasming underneath the drenched lace. Your forehead drops to Jungkookâs shoulder for some kind of support, but suddenly the surface is removed. Because Jungkook has taken on a new path.Â
Tracing your bare torso in wet kisses, he makes his way down, both hands now coming to tug on the waistband of your panties, ripping it of in one go with the help of a compliant lift of your hips.Â
âHave been dreaming of this,â he purrs, â⌠for so fucking long.â
His palms slowly spread your knees apart, thumbs pressing into the supple skin of your inner thigs, and you feel it like a pulse in your core. You almost canât think straight, seeing him on his knees between your legs. Although he might be teasing â you actually have been dreaming of this. And now that itâs finally happening, every nerve in your body feels ignited.Â
As you let out a small whimper, Jungkookâs eyes flick up, catching yours from between your legs, and you swear your lungs collapse when he smirks, so slight itâs nearly imperceptible.Â
Still keeping eye contact, his knuckles brush the slick thatâs already coating your folds. Your eyebrows crease at the touch, and your mouth falls open without letting any sound release, just a row of desperate breaths. He lets his fingers stretch, the pads of them trailing down your slit, feeling the way your juices cling to him. Itâs a sight he canât keep away from.Â
His eyes dart down, now fixed on the sight of you bare and dripping. The way your clit pulsates, begging and needing to be touched. âFuck,â he breathes. âLook at you.âÂ
Youâre too wet to be embarrassed, to fucking wrecked from the anticipation to be coy or smart. All you want is to audibly beg for him, but you still have some pride youâre hoping to keep intact. Youâll fuck him in the backroom of his shop, alright â but youâre not begging. Well, not yet, at least.Â
Thereâs apparently no need for you to beg this time, as the next thing you feel is Jungkookâs mouth pressing a kiss on your parted lips, right to your clit.Â
You immediately jolt forwards, the feel of his lips so unreal that stars start dancing in your vision. But he holds you back with his palms, and with a low rumble, he darts his tongue out, dragging an experimental lick through your folds. He parts them with ease, his tongue flat and broad, starting from the bottom and gliding all the way up to your clit. Your thighs shudder, but he still doesnât let you move. His arms snake around your legs, pinning you down and locking you open for him.Â
âYou taste so fucking good,â he purrs in between licks, the tip of his tongue circling your clit, flicking over it once or twice to feel the way your twitch in his grip. You throw your head back, a moan ripping from your throat as his sucks your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with obscene precision. The suction is gentle, at first, just enough to have your back arching and your fingers flying into his soft hair.Â
You feel the piercing in his lip move as he shifts, the cool of it slipping through your folds when he sucks down harder, tearing uncontrollable whines from you. Easing you after the harsh suction, he presses his tongue flat against your clit and rolls it, slow and so incredibly fucking skilled.Â
âOh fuckâfuck, Jungkookââ
He only groans in response, the vibration of it traveling through your entire body. When he shifts his mouth again, you think you might black out. He locks eyes with you, his black marbles staring back up at you as a sly smile appears on his face. His tongue rapidly flicks up and down your clit, and just when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, he delves down wrap his lips around the nub, sucking tightly at it.Â
You canât see shit. You donât know if itâs your eyes who have retreated to your skull, or if itâs your vision blurring due to the intense pleasure â whatever it is, itâs too damn good to care about right now. And with the way he chuckles against your cunt, you bet your ass heâs watching your every reaction.Â
Because he loves it, he drinks it in. Every moan, every twitch of your hips, every grip of your fingers in his hair â he canât get enough of it. Especially when he retracts, licking a fat stripe over your pulsating clit, and you let out a breathy whine, desperate for the orgasm he just teased you with.
Unapologetic and lost in deep pleasure, you look back down at him, eyebrows lifting and eyes widening. âI loved the tape you gave me,â you breathe, tugging gently on his hair.Â
âYeah?â He smiles against your wetness, locking eyes with you as his licks turn slow and torturous. His lips have gone all shiny, his chin too, probably, although you canât see it.Â
A smile tugs on your lips, and you nod, slowly starting to roll your hips against him, following the movement of his tongue. âYeah,â you purr, your eyes fluttering shut every time Jungkookâs flat tongue moves over the most sensitive spot of your clit. âLoved seeing you. Your arms, your thighs, your dick.âÂ
Your words come out breathy and seductive, egging him on. It works immediately, as he seals his lips around your clit, sucking down while his tongue messily laps over the nub. His spit and your slick mix together in a thick liquid that coats both him and your thighs, running down to the slit that parts your cheeks.
âAnything else?â He lets up from his sucking as his tongue explores you more deeply, slipping down to your entrance, circling it before slowly pushing inside.Â
Your entire body jerks. âAhâyes!â
He starts shamelessly fucking you with his tongue in low, deep strokes, his nose pressed against your clit, his grip on your thighs tightening as you writhe against his face.Â
âI wished it was meâso bad Kook.â The words roll of your tongue, and you ramble mindlessly as his tongue curls inside you, his nose rubbing tightly over your clit. âWished youâd fuck me just like thatâfuck me until I canât walk.â
He loves the sound of your breathy praise, loves the way you keep spasming whenever he hits the sweet-spot buried deep inside you. He knows exactly what it is you need. So he pulls his tongue out, licks his way back up and circles your clit again â but this time, his fingers join in.Â
Youâre so wet and pliant you almost donât notice them at first, but when he goes deeper, your eyes widen. Thereâs two of them, thick and lock, who push inside you so smoothly that your mouth drops open, a broken sound escaping you before you can stop it. His mouth doesnât let up during the intrusion, his tongue flicks fast over your clit as his fingers curl inside you, exactly where you crave pleasure the most. Your walls pulsate around his digits the moment he teases the spot.
âAhâfuck, right thereâoh my godââ you pant, eyelids fluttering shut as he keeps stroking in rhythmic pulses, his mouth never leaving your clit. The combination is unbearable, and your hips involuntarily rock into his touch. You tug on his hair, pull him closer, and you feel the pleasure in your stomach starting to knot together. âOh my god, KookâIâm so closeââ
Jungkook flicks his tongue faster, circles your clit tighter, until your vision wipes out, until your legs are shaking around his shoulders, your orgasm building so fiercely you can almost taste blood.Â
No one has ever known their way around your body this way, and you thank god for his previous experience, because with the way heâs working you over right now â thereâs nothing else for you to do. His long fingers keep curling inside you, not even caring about the fact that your juices run down his palm, his wrist, coating his forearm. He instead hums in appreciation against your clit, wrapping his lips around it, his lip ring slipping inside your glistening folds, and he sucks down viscously on your clit like a starved animal.Â
âFuckâKook, Iâm cuââ is all youâre able to get out before your orgasm hits you. Your legs quiver, your whole body breaks open against his mouth, your head lolls back and you cry out. You grind against his face because you simply canât not, because you need him deeper, everywhere, youâre actually losing your mind in this orgasm. And Jungkook eats it up, literally. He moans into your climax, tongue lapping ever drop of arousal, fingers starting to pump in and out of you, meeting every grind of your hip.Â
Even when your thighs begin to twitch in overstimulation, he doesnât stop. He slows, of course, but he stays, licking lazy strokes over your cunt as if heâs cleaning up his mess. And under his touch, your body is melting. You actually feel boneless, a trembling mess â who has also seemingly made a mess out of the boy between your legs.Â
His hair is a mess from your hands, his lips have gone red, swollen and shiny, and his chest heaves like heâs the one who just came. And when he feels you starting to tug harder on his hair, trying to pry him off your body, he lets up, giving a final peck to your clit. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, eyes never leaving yours. It doesnât really help, his lips are still a wet mess, a mess he doesnât seem to bother. His tongue darts out again, brushing over his lower lip, savoring the taste of you.Â
âVoila,â he jokes, bracing his hands on his thighs as his posture straightens.Â
You donât even care that heâs being a cocky asshole now, all you want is for him to rid himself of those god damn clothes. Itâs all you can think of when your vision comes back â how heâs still covered. How the tight tee heâs wearing hides his glorious figure from you, how his pants cage in the length and width of his. A cock so big your mouth is already watering.Â
Your voice comes out softer and a bit more embarrassing than you expect, âC-can you⌠take it off?â
Jungkook tilts his head, eyebrows lifting, being a little shit. âTake what off?â
You bite down on your bottom lip, eyes darting toward his still clothed body, toward the heavy bulge thatâs straining visibly through the dark denim. Jungkook grins viciously when he notices your lingering and hopeful grin.
âEverything?â he asks, still in that oblivious and teasing tone that weirdly enough turns you on so much that a new wave of arousal seeps from you. You instinctively press your knees together, suddenly a bit self-conscious about being the only one butt-naked here. So you nod, shyly, letting him know you do want him to take everything off.Â
His hands move immediately, but his breath hitches and his mouth opens in a wide gape. Of course, teasing you. âSuch a forward young girl,â he says as if heâs affronted by your demand. You just roll your eyes at him, even though youâre screaming internally.
He rises to his feet, towering over you with a frame so broad you gulp, his shoulders squared, hair falling into his eyes as he glances down at you with hunger. Eyes never leaving you, his fingers start moving to the hem of his tee. And itâs torture, the way he peels it off, revealing himself inch by inch. The fabric clings to his back as he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside.Â
Jesus fucking christ, itâs even better up close. A camera canât possibly do such a man justice, the way he looks as if heâs sculpted by the gods. Sharp collarbones, thick chest, deep dips between every line of muscle, and somehow a lean waist. Unfair is what it is. And his inked up left arm is just too stunning, the way the tattoos curl around his biceps, his veins. Unfair.
Your gaze traces his torso, licking your lips subconsciously.Â
âLike what you see?â he asks, extremely cocky.Â
âShush,â you say as you shake your head, hoping to might snap out of the weird horned up trance he has you in by just removing his tee.Â
He chuckles, dragging one hand down over his own stomach, flexing his abs. âNot something I usually show the customers. Youâre getting some real special treatment here, peach.â
âI somehow donât believe that,â you frown, trying your hardest not to laugh when he grunts, flexing even harder. He might be ridiculously hot, but he still canât escape the idiocy that comes with being a boy.Â
His mouth opens, gape widens, and his eyebrows crease. âAre you slut-shaming me?â
âI so am.â You brace your hands on either side of your body, leaning backwards, stretching subtly before him. Gloating in the way heâs undressing before you. Because next go his boots. He tows them off one at a time and they land somewhere far off in the small room. Then go the jeans.Â
The second the belt is out from its loops, your stomach flips. He pops the button, drags the zipper down, and your mouth dries when he peels them off. The denim clings to his thighs, and you see now just how thick they are. His legs are strong, dense with muscle, strength that only comes from real, physical work â carrying boxes, lifting crates, whatnot. He can maybe add âcarrying you aroundâ to that list, if he wants, of course.Â
Now, thereâs only one barrier left between you and every inch of him. His black boxer-briefs. And whatâs underneath them is already impossible to ignore.Â
Heâs hard, so hard, straining against the fabric, the outline of his cock bulging beneath the waistband. Long and thick, his girth alone has your core clenching in anticipation. You saw him in the self-tape, of course, you know heâs big already. But knowing heâll bestow the length upon you feels like youâre maybe in way over your head. The tip of him presses against the cotton, and thereâs a darkened spot where heâs already leaking.Â
Jungkook giggles (weirdly enough) at the way you swallow hard before him, and jerks his head to the side. âThreeâtwoâone.â
He actually counts down the big reveal, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and dragging the fabric down.Â
Your jaw almost reaches the floor.Â
Jungkook springs free flushed, veiny and think in a way thatâs almost greedy. The head of him is swollen and red, glistening and leaking at the tip, and you feel drool trying to make its way down your chin. You shut your mouth immediately, but you take a big breath in through your nose. Heâs absolutely, obesely big. This canât be good for neither you or him.Â
Upon seeing you so baffled, he chuckles low in his chest, stroking himself once from base to tip â just for you to watch, and for him to see your reaction. âYou said you didnât want me to hold back, right?âÂ
Your thighs squeeze together and part your lips, âUhm.â God youâre an idiot. Uhm? Well, your reaction is kind of fair, you didnât expect him to be this absurdly big. But maybe youâll grow accustomed to him, to his size. You pray to god that you will, because youâre not backing out now. âRightâright. Iâm ready.âÂ
He lets out a chuckle and steps in close, close enough that your knees part for him again, close enough that his cologne and body scent wraps around you like a second skin. He leans forward until his hands land on either side of you, palms flat against the shelf.Â
Youâre caged in. His arms bracket you completely, veins standing out along his forearms, sleeve tattoo stretching and flexing as his weight settles in. Thereâs nowhere for you to go â not that thereâs anywhere else in the world youâd like to be right now. You could absurdly enough die happily in this position, naked underneath the eyes of equally naked Jungkook. His face is inches away from yours, breath warm, eyes glistening as they flick between your eyes, mouth, chest.Â
âNeed another countdown?â he asks as he leans in, softly kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear.Â
You shudder, eyes fluttering shut. But still â please donât count down. It was weird enough the first time. âRather not,â you giggle, wiggling away from his kisses as they start to tingle. This only eggs Jungkook on more, resulting in him blowing air behind your ear, biting down on your skin, humming in appreciation as you try shoving him away. âStop Kook, it ticklesâohââ
Oh. It was a distraction.Â
Because suddenly you feel him⌠all of him, pressing heavy against you. He shifts his hip as he feels you still completely, and drags the length of him upwards, through your folds, coating himself in your slick.Â
âShiit, youâre so soft.â Jungkookâs voice is no more than a whisper, speaking directly into your ear before biting down on your earlobe. One of his hands come to rest on your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh there, as his other hand moves between you to grab himself â guiding himself as he drag his cock upwards to circle your clit with his heavy tip.Â
You gasp, and your head falls to Jungkookâs shoulder. Itâs obscene how sensitive you are, how easily your body reacts to him. Youâre still slick from his mouth, and the slide of him against your soaked cunt has you toes curling instantly.Â
Jungkook groans under his breath, retracting from your neck to watch how you drip all over him, how his cock slips so easily through you, how the head of him catches at your clit and makes you tremble. âFuckâlooks so pretty.â The thick length of him glides through you from bottom to top, the head pressing against your clit, guiding his leaking tip just right, flicking it up and down your spasming nub that crowns your mound in torturous drags.Â
âOhââ your breath stutters and your hips jolt forward, hands snaking around his frame to drag your long fingernails down his back, hard enough to make him hiss. As your head falls back, Jungkook lets the hand on your thigh move to your neck, and he presses your mouth against his. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you melt into it immediately, lips parting, moaning softly when you feel his cock glide through you yet again.Â
He doesnât push inside you, he just drags himself through your slick over and over again. Each pass is wonderful, the head of his cock nudges your clit, circles it, presses into it to hear how you whine into his mouth. The size of him is impossible to ignore. Heâs so heavy, so thick, that youâre starting to worry about how on earth heâs going to fit inside you.
You lift your arms and tug at his hair, fingers curling into his soft strands. âYou f-feelâahâso good.â
Upon hearing your praise, he chuckles softly and kisses you harder, pushing to tighter against his lips. His tongue strokes slow, his open mouth steals every sound you make, swallowing your moans while his cock continues its relentless pass through your folds.Â
Youâre soaking him, his cock slipping as it reaches your clit again, involuntarily flicking over your clit as you're so wet his cock can't even keep a straight path. You feel yourself pulsing around nothing, clenching with the hope that heâll soon fill you, that heâll soon give you exactly what you want. And as you start growing impatient, tugging harder on his hair â Jungkook starts to play with you.Â
He nudges your clit side to side, the hand wrapped around his own length guiding his cock precisely where youâre spasming. New waves of arousal leak from you, mixing with the pearls of precum that continues to run down Jungkookâs shaft. With a gasp, you break from the kiss, feeling your legs starting to shake and the coiling pleasure low in your belly building by the second. âN-no moreââ
âFuuck, butââ he breathes out a low growl, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. âFeel how hard I am for you, peach.â
His hips roll forward, his own hand making sure he slips perfectly though your folds. He flattens the length of him against your slick heat, and when you feel him twitch, when you feel just how close he is himself, a sharp pulse travels straight through your core. Your hands slide down his back, nails digging into his skin, your whole body arching up into him. You canât take it anymore â he has teased you for long enough. All you want is for him to fill you so good, to actually split you in half, all you want is for him to make you cry in overwhelming pleasure.Â
âI could probably cum like this,â Jungkook rasps, still resting against your shoulder. You feel his eyes flutter shut, his eyelashes tingling against your skin. He lets out a deep breath, and actually whines when he presses one last, heavy glide through your folds. As he reaches your clit again, he lingers there, circling thrice until your nails scrape harshly along his back, until your back arches and all youâre able to do is moan his name. He chuckles, although thereâs absolutely nothing funny right now, âI bet you could too.â
Well, apparently youâre not allowed to, as his hands find your hips in a sudden motion. Before you can fully catch your breath, let out one last moan, heâs lifting you off the bench, pressing your body flush to him. All the while his cock is still nuzzled between your folds.Â
The change of scenery has you gasping for air, arms flinging over his shoulders and legs wrapping tightly around his slender waist. You try balancing yourself, although there seems to be no need as Jungkook doesnât falter. It doesnât look like the lift strains him, he doesnât even blink. He just holds you like you weigh nothing, easily hopping with you in his arms, making you whimper as his cock once again presses against your clit.Â
âI donât know if itâs you thatâs light as fuckâor if Iâm just stupidly strong,â Jungkook laughs, and thereâs a grin tucked into the corner of his mouth, a grin you kind of want to wipe right off his face, no matter how much you want him right now.
He turns with you cradled against him, your bare chest pressed to his, and he walks the two of you a few feet across the backroom, his bare feet making duck-like waddling sounds against the concrete floor. As sensual as this is supposed to be, you giggle, kissing his cheek for the first time. And oh my god. Theyâre so incredibly soft. They swell up when he smiles, grinning as you continue pressing tiny pecks all over both his cheeks.Â
âIâm about to fuck you dense and youâre babying me?âÂ
You continue smothering him in kisses, not caring if his words actually kind of frighten you⌠because how much denser could you possibly become after this? The thought doesnât stick for long, as youâre suddenly being pinned back against one of the tall VHS-shelves. Itâs cold against your spine, and you gasp as the wood presses harshly against your skin.
And yet again â youâre caged in. Oh no⌠youâre trapped beneath Jeon Jungkook, his body flush against you, the hard line of his cock now pressed hot between your legsâŚÂ oh no, how awful.
Youâre still dripping for him, and you swear you can feel your slick smear across his skin as he shifts. Because he leans in, his mouth immediately latching onto your neck again. And as his mouth works you over, he slowly puts you down, without any tremble in his arms, without any struggle whatsoever, until your bare feet meet the floor.Â
At this height, you have to get on your tip-toes if you want Jungkook to continue his kisses down your neck â so you do. You lift your heels off the floor and invite his mouth, his mouth which softly presses just beneath your ear. He drags his lips down the line of your throat until youâre tilting your head back to give him more. But then his mouth opens, and he starts sucking, tongue and teeth coming into play as he bruises the skin above your collarbone.
You inhale a soft gasp or moan, you have no idea, and you subconsciously arch your back off the shelf, your hips nudging against his abdomen.
He groans against your skin, and shifts his grip, suddenly losing all the strength he has used to hold himself back. His tattooed arm slides under your thigh, lifting one leg up and hooking it over his forearm. The stretch of it opens you up for him completely, your core exposed, flushed and needy. He reaches between your bodies with his other hand, wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, and lines himself up.
âAhâKook.â Your stomach flips, and your nails drag against his shoulders.Â
The head of him is nestled right at your entrance, obscenely thick, already slick from both the teasing from earlier and the precum that leaks from him. Just the feel of him has your walls fluttering for him, begging shamelessly. âSplit me open.â
He groans against your neck, a guttural sound that comes from hearing you plead so submissively, wanting him to tear you apart with the width and length of his cock. Lifting his mouth from you skin, he looks down at where his cock presses into you, circling your swollen entrance with a sick grin on his face. The deep red of him disappears so beautifully inside you, causing your head to loll back in pleasure-pain. As his tip retracts from you again, your walls clench around nothing, and you breathe out his name, making Jungkook look up at you, lock his eyes with yours.
âHold onto me,â is all he says, before slowly pushing into you â agonizingly slow.
Your breath stills in your lungs the moment the thick crown of his cock starts to breach you, stretching your entrance around him. The pressure is immediate, heâs so big that your muscles clench without permission, trying to accommodate him. But you arch your back further off the shelf, shoving yourself further onto his cock as heâs still not even halfway through yet.Â
âFuuck,â he grits with his jaw clenched, eyebrows knotted, eyes locked on where your bodies melt togheter. âYouâre so tightâjesus.â He only sinks in an inch more, and still, your breath hitches like itâs being pulled from the base of your spine. You mightâve asked for him to split you open, but now that he actually might, your vision blurs and your mouth falls open.
His hand slips from your thigh to your hip, and he uses the hold to pull you down, just a little, just enough to sink another inch into you â then he holds you there. He pants like a madman, almost going cross-eyed from the unbelievable tightness of your heat, the way you already clench and pulsate around his cock, so un-accustomed to the width of him.Â
âShitâokay, ready?â he asks, eyes flicking up to meet yours. Theyâve gone completely dark now, swallowed by his black pupils, and thereâs a strange, pleading look to him. Youâve never seen this in him, the way his eyebrows crease high on his forehead, the way he nods at you for permission. It sends a wave of pleasure through you, and your walls start fluttering uncontrollably around him, causing his head to tip back, his lips to part as soft gasps leave him.Â
You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding back at him. âR-ready when you are.â
The second your breathy confirmation slips past your lips, he exhales something between a moan and a curse and begins pushing in again, torturous inch by inch. The drag of his cock through your walls has your mouth falling open, head thumping softly against the shelf behind you. Because you finally feel every part of him, every thick ridge, every beautiful vein as he opens you in a way thatâs probably going to ruin you forever.Â
Your eyes squeeze shut when he sinks deeper, but Jungkookâs threaded voice pulls them open again. âEyes on me,â he pants, cupping your jaw his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he holds your face. âWanna see your pretty face when Iâm bottomed out.âÂ
Who the hell would say no to that? Probably someone who havenât laid their eyes on Jungkook and his eyes which are so big you could easily get lost in them, even though youâve spent years mapping them out.Â
So you watch him closely, watch the strain in his expression as he slowly feeds you more of his cock, his brows tights and his lips parted. You feel the tremble in his thigh, the flex of his arm beneath your leg, how even he is fighting to stay in control. Heâs all flushed muscle and restraint, every inch of his body working to not wreck you⌠yet. Heâll get to it, donât you worry.Â
But as of now, he keeps sinking deeper into you â and it feels fucking endless, the stretch so incredibly slow and agonizing that you might decent into madness soon. By the time heâs nearly fully inside you, your legs start shaking, your nails carving half-moons into his inked shoulder. âK-kookââ you pant, the snug fit of him starting to ache inside you. âYou have to move.â
It surprises you when he moans loudly, shuddering against you while holding eye contact â something so extremely attractive that you almost come undone right then and there. He pants wildly, groaning as he tries entering you fully. âAlmost there,â he whines, eyes glued to yours.
And then finally, finally, his hips press flush to yours. He bottoms completely out, something that has the two of you moaning out loudly in the small backroom.Â
His head falls to your shoulder, and you feel his sweat drip down from his forehead and onto your collarbone. You moan out yet again at the fullness, the way he presses impossibly deep, stealing all the air from your lungs. He stays still, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust, letting your walls pulse and quiver around him as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.Â
âFucking fuck,â he mutters against your skin. His next words have him sounding like heâs in disbelief. âIâm actually gonna split you in half.â
You nod as your head lolls back, feeling stretched to the edge of your limits, but somehow youâre burning for him, needing more from him. Because he doesnât move yet, he savors the way your body molds around him, his nose nudging your neck as his lips brushes over your skin with shaky exhales. And he prepares himself to pull out.Â
When he does, itâs only an inch, but he thrusts right back in with a quiet growl, grinding his hips into yours â his abdomen rubbing beautifully against your clit. You whimper, back arching as the motion drags along your inner walls. And just like this, the head of him nudges at the sweet spot buried deep inside you, causing your moans to die in your throat and your core to clench around his cock.
âFound it on the first fucking try,â he chuckles, biting down on the soft skin of your shoulder when your spasming tries milking him for every drop heâs got. âShit, just like that.â
Youâre barely able to find your voice as heâs pressed heavily against your g-spot. âK-kookâmore pleaseââ
He needs no more encouragement, because as the words leave you, Jungkook starts setting a rhythm. It starts out slow, letting you feel all his girth with every stroke. His cock drags out of you almost completely before sliding back in, every inch punching a moan out of both your lungs. Youâre equally lost in pleasure, him panting against your neck, you melting with the shelf.Â
His arm trembles beneath your thigh, and as he breathes out a quick breath, he decides to pick up the pace.Â
âYes, r-right thereâoh my god,â you ramble mindlessly as his thrusts grow sharper. You can hear the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking into you, your slick coating him, dripping down both your thighs. The shelf behind you shakes with every thrust, VHS tapes toppling onto the floor, forgotten as the two of you moan uncontrollably with pleasure.
Youâre a fucking mess â crying out over his shoulder, your body bouncing with every stroke, and heâs right there with you, his voice raw in your ear. âItâs good we didnât do this earlier,â he grunts, his nose scrunching with every rapid thrust. âIâd be doing this all dayâand youâd be fucking limp by now.â
The hand on your hip snakes between your bodies, and somehow he finds your clit even without looking. Two of his fingers press against you, working tight circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, slick from your arousal, his mouth brushing the edge of your jaw as his cock drives rapidly inside you. Itâs almost animalistic, the way heâs handling you, the sounds he produces, the sounds of his hips slamming into you and the wetness that coats his dick. Youâre being taken apart in degrees.
You can fucking feel him in your ribs, if thatâs even possible, the weight of him in your belly â and all of it is spiraling higher and higher with every pass of his fingers over your clit. It doesnât help that you feel your tits pressing so tightly against his plump and delicious chest, that you feel him kissing your throat, open-mouthed and desperate, licking and sucking on your skin. Youâre being stimulated at every end, and it feels like youâre about to light on fire.
âYesâyesâyesâgod yesââ The words coming out of you just fall off your tongue as your mind is clouded, thinking about nothing but the feel of his cock against your g-spot and his fingers rubbing your clit. Youâve been teased for so long that youâve entered a strange, delirious state, not even caring about how desperate and needy you sound. âFuck me just like that, Jungkookâahâoh godââ
You cry out, choking on your words as his cock slams into you, the unbearable length of him punching into the spot that makes your vision go white.Â
âShitâyouâre gonna cum,â Jungkook grits out against your collarbone, almost as if itâs a revelation. His hand on your clit moves in sloppy motions, because heâs simply just trying to push you over the edge, pinching the swollen bundle of nerves between two fingers, rubbing lazily over it. âHoly f-fuuck, yeahâfucking soak me.â
Itâs like youâve entered the gates of heaven, or something in the likes of it â because you never knew such pleasure could ever exist. His cock hits your sweet spot so perfectly with every erratic thrust, his fingers working you open like your release is the only thing Jungkook wants right now⌠which it kind of is.Â
So who are you to hold back?Â
The coiling pleasure in your stomach is almost overbearing now, and you canât seem to produce any words, just sound, just breathy moans that Jungkook immediately swallow with a deep kiss. When he rolls his tongue into your mouth, you almost choke, unprepared for the sensation. You taste the sweat thatâs dripping from his upper lip, and somehow itâs enough to send you over the edge.
âOh my godâIâm cummingâoh my god, Jungkookâdonât stopââ
You clench and pulsate viciously around his cock, gasping for air as the euphoria of your orgasm takes ahold of you and causes your vision to wipe out. Your hands move to his hair, tugging on the dark and sweaty strands as he continues to fuck himself into you again and again and again. Itâs absolutely unbearable, right as your orgasm hits you, you somehow lose your consciousness. Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably, the shake so extreme that the leg which is not help up in his arms actually gives out, completely overpowered by his size and speed.Â
âOh fuckââ Jungkook immediately hooks your limp leg over his arm, holding onto your ass, trying to keep you upright. He repositions, lifting you with a tiny hop, his arms wrapping around you, one right around your waist, the other in between your shoulder blades, pressing your dead body flush against him. His cock is still buried deep inside you, and his thrusts slow down, reaching deeper and deeper inside you as your body lies weightless in his arms. Your head has fallen to his shoulders, your fingers are tangled and unmoving in his hair, and all youâre able to do is breathe against him. âAre youâare you good?â Jungkook asks, pressing a reassuring kiss to your shoulder.Â
âY-yesâI justââ your voice comes out shaky, but you try clearing your head. And that is for the sole purpose of holding out, keeping him inside you with a deep need to feel him cum â to feel the thick ropes coating your walls and clinging to you, seeping out of you once he pulls out. ââI need your cum.â
Jungkook chuckles, biting down on your skin. He starts caressing the skin between your shoulder blades with the pad of his middle finger, just as lazy strokes as the ones of his cock. Although lazy, you still feel the burn of him, wincing every time he goes too deep, or even deep at all.Â
âYouâll get my cum, alright,â he purrs, nudging your head to face his, stealing a kiss from your swollen lips. âCan you stand?âÂ
You only shake your head.Â
âAlright, thenââ He smiles against the next kiss, not even closing his eyes. âGet on your knees. Wanna cum in that pretty mouth.â
Oh my god â roundabout. You might be a bit sad that he wonât paint your walls with his cum, but the thought of tasting him on your tongue almost gives your body new life. It takes a second for your muscles to respond, but heâs already helping you get down, his hands guiding your legs and knees on the floor. The loss of his cock is a sharp ache, well, a deep sting actually, but itâs replaced by something else entirely when youâre all the way down on the floor, looking up at his tall, bare and sweat-covered frame.Â
His cock stands proud before you, glistening with your slick, twitching in the open air. He fists himself once, twice, brushing his thumb over the tip, spreading both your and his arousal over his length. You can tell heâs close, incredibly so, as heâs swollen, leaking constantly â something that has your mouth watering.Â
âOpen up,â he demands with a gentle voice, moving closer to you.Â
You do just as he says, mouth parting obediently, tongue falling out slightly to meet him. He brushes the tip along your tongue first, letting your taste the mix of both of you. And as you want him to break, as youâre so desperate for his cum, you stick your tongue out furthermore, circling the head of him, flicking over the slit gently, teasing before your lips wrap around him.
âOhhfuuck, just like that,â he moans hoarsely, and his hands go to your head, cradling it while his eyebrows knot high on his forehead. He tastes of you, of himself â itâs strange and addictive. But he hasnât exactly shrunken in the past minute, so just getting him down your throat is a task so hard tears immediately brim your eyes. A sight which apparently has Jungkook losing his mind.Â
âFuckâare you crying on my dick?â he asks in disbelief, moaning uncontrollably when you hollow your cheeks to take him in deeper. You slide your lips down his shaft, hands wrapping around what wonât fit â because he is quite frankly that big. Jungkookâs whole body shudders. âYou look so fucking beautiful.â
You try hiding the fact that you flush immediately at his words, and let one of your hands tug on his balls, playing gently with them as you suck him as deep as his cock can go. Itâs a straining task, and you unfortunately gag when you take him in too deep, moaning around him â the vibrations traveling straight through Jungkookâs spine.Â
He looks down at you with wild eyes, sweat clinging to his temples, and as you cradle one of his balls, you feel it tense. Heâs stupidly close.Â
His hips jerk forward without warning, letting you know just how close to the edge he really is. The sound he makes is so beautiful, so sinful, that you kind of wish you were recording this â so you could pocket his moan, keep it with you wherever you go. His eyes never leave you, and heâs sweating and panting like what youâre doing to him actually makes him lose his mind.
âF-fuck, peachâyour mouthâshit,â Jungkook pants, his voice torn open and uneven, one hand slipping down from your cheek as you suck him deeper. âYouâve got some fucking mouthâahââ
Your eyes are brimming with tears now, real ones, from the sheer stretch and effort of taking him. Your jaw aches, throat tight around the thick girth of him, your lips puffy and soaked. But you donât stop â not even when it hurts your throat so bad that the unshed tears finally fall down your cheeks. Because you need to feel him cum.Â
And judging by the frantic way his hips twitch against your mouth, the way his hand tightens in your hair â you believe he might be close to losing it. And youâre right by that.Â
Both your hands move to the back of his thighs, digging your nails gently into his flesh, shoving your head all the way down his cock, not caring that your throat hurts so bad you could scream. Because when you look up at him, when you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, see the way sweat runs down his temple, down his plump chest, thereâs no stopping you.Â
His entire body shudders. âIâm cummingâbaby, Iâm cummingâholy fuckââ
With a deep, desperate moan, he spills into your mouth, thick and hot ropes of cum that hit the back of your throat before you can blink. You moan around him, swallowing as fast as you can, not wasting a single drop.Â
Jungkook doesnât stop twitching. He pulses again and again, his free hand trembling on your jaw as he now watches you gulp down on his cum, watches as both his release and your spit seeps from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. He watches in complete awe. Would you look at that? Youâve got the Jeon Jungkook, your fucking childhood crush, your fucking real time crush, wrapped around your finger. Or wrapped around your tongue, would maybe be better wording here.Â
âFucking look at you,â he moans, voice unhinged. âHow are you real?â
You keep going, soft sucks to his oversensitive tip, tongue tracing along the underside of his shaft where a veins throbs beneath the skin. You want him clean, completely. So you donât stop until thereâs nothing left, until his cock is wet with only your spit, your tongue dragging slowly along every vein.Â
He shudders, twitches again, and suddenly retracts from you, leaving your throat sore and hurting. âStopâstop,â he pants franticly, suddenly getting down on his knees before you, almost meeting your height. Without further notice, he wraps both hands around your waist, pulling you flush to him, closing the distance with a sloppy kiss. âFuckâyouâll be the death of me.â
Youâve never had a guy do this â kiss the mouth that just swallowed ropes own his own cum. His tongue rolls into your mouth, not even caring about the bitter aftertaste of his release, moaning against you as you press your tits against his sweaty chest.Â
So there you are, on the floor of the backroom, VHS tapes scattered across the floor alongside all your clothes, making out heavily as if you havenât just ruined each other completely.Â
âThink you can walk outta here?â Jungkook laughs against your lips, not even letting you answer before his tongue breaches your mouth again.Â
You gasp for air, running your fingernails down his chest, leaving white marks all over him that will certainly turn red in a moment. âProbably not.âÂ
âToo bad then,â he breathes, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, eating you up. âIâll have to carry you everywhere now. What a drag,â he teases, not leaving as much as an inch of your skin untouched by his lips.Â
âOh no,â you mock, trembling in his arms as his kisses find the sensitive spot of your neck.Â
âCan I ask you something weird?â he breathes against your collarbone, licking and sucking on your skin as he waits for your answer. You only nod above him, eyes shutting close as he lavishes you in wet kisses. His next words come out low, almost unnoticeable, but your eyes widen the moment you hear them.Â
âDo you think itâs possible to fall in love with someone over a blowjob?âÂ