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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 ✴︎ You and Heeseung went to a dinner party but you got jealous of the other couples and mad at Heeseung because he didn't show you off like how other husbands did. So in forgiveness, he ate you out in the car.
Warning : 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 : oral[f rec] oversensitivity car sex semi-public sex dirty talk multiple orgasms squirting edging fingering
🪷° Haze' notes : I felt so bad for not writing for my hee for a very long time so here is a juicy smut!! Hope you enjoy!! [Not proofread]
“How long are you going to stay mad for?” You just look away from your husband, ignoring his attempts to talk to you. “At least look at me, beautiful..”
He had messed up at the dinner table today with his friends. While everyone complimented their wives, having their hands all over their partner and stealing little kisses, Heeseung did none of that for you.
To say the least, you were mad.. Jealous even. Could he not have complimented you just once at the table? Maybe show you off a little and say how proud he is of you like the other husbands did?
Could he not have at least kissed you lovingly or laughed with you at the table?
He suddenly pulled over on the deserted road, turning the car off. You frown and turn to him only to see his eyes have now darkened and his jaw clenched. “Beautiful, will you only calm down after seeing me on my knees?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and helped you with yours, not touching you if you didn’t want to be touched.
You like him like this, frustrated and irritated. The way his jaw clenches always had you dripping down your thighs, no matter the place. He pulled you out and helped you get into the backseat, pushing the passenger and the driving seat forward to make some space so he could kneel right between your thighs.
“I know you are mad about me not complimenting you like how the other guys did.. I’m sorry, baby..” He started, not daring to move his eyes any lower than yours even though your soaking heat was right in front of his face. You stare down at him with butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing.
“What will it take for you to forgive me, beautiful?” His hands came up to your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh gently. Your breath bitched as you see the lust and control in his eyes. You needed him so badly but you were still mad. Your scent driving him crazy, he pressed his hands higher, reaching the hem of your dress.
“Would you like me please you, darling? Make you come a river on my tongue?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the exact effect he had on you, kneeling in front of you, worshipping you, he knew you loved it and he loved doing it. When he got no reply from you, he smirked, leaning to press gentle kisses on the curve of your legs, feeling you tense under him.
Your eyes turn hazy with need, as you stare at him worshiping you like a goddess. “Hee..” He froze for a second, trying to believe that you actually spoke after not speaking for 3 hours. “Yes, beautiful? Tell me what you need..” His kisses left a trail of fire as he climbed up your inner thighs, his hands gently lifting your dress till they bunch around your stomach, leaving you completely soaked and right in front of his face.
“Fuck, you are soaked baby.. Is this all for me?” He didn’t touch you, didn’t even look at your core but the scent of your arousal told him everything you needed to know. “I hate you.. Asshole.” He simply chuckled and shook his head, kissing right on the line of your laced panty but not where you needed it the most.
“This asshole will make you go to heaven, beautiful.. Just say the words.” Goosebumps spread all over your body as you squirm under his kisses, trying to get him when you wanted him the most. “Hee, I swear—” A moan broke through your lips when he simply pressed his nose against your clothed clit, taking in your scent.
“Mine.. all of me and no one else.”
You throw your head back, the anger melting away from your body. You needed him and you needed him now. Your hands shoot up to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer to your heat, silently begging him to just tear the fabric and eat you out.
“Ah-ah, so impatient.. Tell me what you want, love.” Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment and arousal. He really wanted to hear it from you, huh? “I need your mouth, hee—please!”
That’s all he needed to pull back and rip your lace fabric before he grabbed your thighs and dove in like a thirsty beast. No soft foreplay, just plain need. Your free hand flies to your mouth to muffle the intense screen that erupted your throat, gasping as he sucks and bites at your sensitive flesh.
“Hee—omg! ah—ah—Fuck!” The obscure sounds of slurping and both of your moans combined just made you wetter. “So delicious, beautiful.” He suddenly darted his tongue out and shoved it inside you, eating you out from the inside.
You scream as your hips jerk on his face. Your eyes shut with your head thrown back against the leather seat. You didn't care about how loud you were being, your mind turned into a mush.
His fingers held you down on the seat as you tried to squirm away, your thighs shivering harshly around his shoulder.
“Hee—‘m coming!” You warn him, your hips twitching at the sensitivity but his arms held you down, throwing your thighs around his shoulders so there was no space between you and him.
“Come for me, baby.” He groaned, abusing your clit and your hole. “Let go, beautiful.” On his command, your entire body tensed, your thighs shivering harshly as your first orgasm washed over you. A loud moan which you muffled echoed the car, feeling Heeseung groan in your pussy, he drank your juices up and cleaned you up with his tongue.
He softened down and helped you ride your high, sucking gently as you twitch violently, getting too oversensitive. “Hee! No-–fuck,” You push his head back, making him chuckle.
“Not yet, love. I'm not done with you.” He just dove right back in without mercy, sucking and biting at your already sensitive clit which shot electricity up your body. You scream as you muffle your mouth with your own palm, your fingers tightening on his hair.
It was too much for your body to bear as your thighs squeezed his head, trying to close but he just moaned at the pleasure and pulled your thighs apart swiftly, sucking you dry from the inside.
Just when you thought you were about to come again, he pulled back, staring at you with a smirk. Your eyes fly open and stare down at him in shock of being denied. “Hee—what—”
“You don't get to come until I command you, baby.”
He dove right back in before you could even process what he ordered. Your eyes flutter shut but his intense stare on you from below forced them open as you maintain eye contact while getting tongue fucked by your husband.
He took his right hand off your waist and brought them down, focusing his tongue on your clit as he shoved two fingers inside you, forcing you open harshly. You yelp in pain and throw your head back, his fingers working overtime to loosen you.
You felt him groan in your pussy as your gummy walls clench around his digits harshly, trying to suck more in even though it couldn't take it.
“Bad girl.. look at you.” He smirked and continued to piston his fingers in your cunt while you were going crazy on the seat, a tight knot building in your stomach again. Heeseung immediately understood but this time didn't stop. Wanting to be merciful because at the end of the day, you had to forgive him.
“Fuck, i feel you clenching around me, baby. Fuc—keep doing it—” He gasped and forced a third finger in, earning a loud scream of his name from your sweet lips. “Come for me, honey.”
Your body reacted before your mind did, squirting all over his face as you yelp and moan in your palm, your eyes rolling to the back of your mind at the intensity of your orgasm. He did take you to heaven. Heeseung lapped up everything like a thirsty dog and finally stood up after making you explode on his tongue.
“No more—hee! stop—ugh!” You try to finally push his head back because you knew he wouldn't get back on his own, too drunk on your pussy.
“Alright, alright, darling..” He chuckled from below, looking up at you before wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. You looked down to see him looking up at you with love in his eyes. Pure love and adoration. “Don't look at me like that.. I look like a mess.” You groan and cover your face, wiping your face gently to make sure your mascara doesn't smudge.
“My mess.. You look very pretty, baby.” He gently took your legs off his shoulder and awkwardly got up in the car, carefully sitting in the seat so he wouldn't bump his head on the roof of the car. You weakly fix your dress, feeling your orgasm leak onto the leather seat.
“You made a mess, sweetie.. I'll have to get this car deep cleaned.” You just smack his head weakly as he pulled you on his lap, caressing your waist while you place your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.
“Has my beautiful wife forgiven me now?”
“...”
“Baby?”
Heeseung looked down at you to see you already passed out on his shoulders. Smiling gently, he simply placed his head on yours and closed his eyes, letting you sleep for a while on his lap before he drives the both of you back home.
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. when you're traveling with your idol boyfriend, things get a little pushy. thankfully, everyone mistakes you for just another staff member.
a/n: just a little idea that i obviously got too carried away with, oops !
the whole idea was already questionable from the start.
".. are you sure?"
the windows in the hybe office building overlooked the city of seoul. there were tall sky scrapers, idol-advertised cafes, and shops below that surrounded the huge company. you sat in one of the meeting rooms, sitting and talking with an enhypen staff member and their manager, yuki.
"isn't that going to be risky?" you questioned for what felt like the fourth time. the backpack sat heavy in your lap. "i can just take a separate car and flight.."
yuki leaned back in the chair, arms folded in a relaxed manner while speaking. "and make us coordinate another vehicle? just come with us."
the staff member nodded in agreement. "it'll be easier— plus, it's been discussed among us staff already.. you know we don't mind your presence, yn."
you hesitated. "ah.. i don't know."
"besides.." yuki shrugged. "ni-ki's been trying to convince us to let you travel with the group since the festival schedule was confirmed."
your eyes narrowed slightly.
"he did?"
"mhm."
you were silent for a second.
"okay," you let out a nervous breath. "i'll travel with you guys."
after the small discussion in the meeting room, you slipped out and went to sit in the lounge area of the floor where enhypen was having there dance practice. you sat patiently, waiting for ni-ki to come out.
soon enough, the sound of feet shuffling out of a room and towards a hallway was made aloud. some laughs were exchanged, along with nagging and complaints. you turned your head towards the commotion, seeing ni-ki leading the rest of the group. he immediately walked over towards you. the other guys waved and smiled at you as they turned the corner to take the elevator first. "hey, yn!" jungwon blurted out while walking away. ni-ki turned to the boys while he walked backwards towards you, "see you tomorrow morning."
you giggled as he made his way and sat on the couch next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a hug. "so.. what happened in the meeting?"
you glared at him. "you know what happened. they told me it was your idea."
ni-ki coughed. "oh.. surprise?"
~~~~
it was now the day.. the day you overthought for the past week.
upon arrival, you dressed up in all black (advised by staff) and wore a black mask and beanie that covered most of your face. you sat in the car with the rest of the other staff while ni-ki was in another car with the members and their manager.
on the ride to the airport, you got a text.
ni-ki <3: hello staff, make sure to protect me today. yk airport departures can get hectic.
yn: oh please😒
do i actually look like a staff member
ni-ki <3: u look more stylish with the beanie
yn: ugh
what if i told u i was trying to blend in with the staff
ni-ki <3: are u that scared
yn: i mean…... do u care abt ur career and wanna get caught?
ni-ki <3: u right
ok we just got here
be safe, ok?
watch where ur stepping and follow staff
ill try to talk to u on the plane
i love u
yn: okay i love u too
enhypen's car had arrived before yours, you were now pulling up behind their van in the terminal drop-off area.
hundreds of people stood outside in front of the entrance— you could even see some others inside already crowding. screams were heard, yelling, cameras clicking, and the bright flashes from the cameras did not help one bit. you took a deep breath before putting on your sunglasses to cover yourself up a bit more.. and also to help with the flashing lights.
as the car door opened, you followed the staff. you acted normal to the best of your ability, trying not to look bothered. your posture stood relaxed and your bag was slung over your shoulder. as you stood outside of the car next to the other staff, you slyly watched enhypen.
"hello! please look over here!" a photographer spoke aloud as the members stood in a line getting their pictures.
then after a minute or two, yuki nodded towards them. the boys started to walk as yuki lead the group. the rest of the staff you were with followed from behind, security also surrounded enhypen.
you couldn't lie, the whole thing was overwhelming from the start— but now being inside the airport— things were about to get worse.
"ni-ki!"
"i love you, heeseung!"
"look here!"
“sunoo!”
the crowd surged and phones lifted into the air.
people squeezed past one another trying to get closer.. which caused someone's shoulder to bump into yours, then another right after. and then— someone shoved from behind. you stumbled but caught yourself quickly. from the side of you, one stylist muttered.
"hey, be careful."
"i'm okay."
you weren't entirely though, of course. the amount of people and limited space made it very hard to not trip and face plant.
up ahead, ni-ki turned his head to look at you from behind. even behind his mask, you recognized what kind of look he was giving you— he was checking on you.
you gave him a tiny nod, to which he faced forward again.
you constantly looked at your watch on your wrist because it seemed like 10 minutes of just walking to the gate. throughout the whole time despite the pushes and interviewers constantly talking to the members, ni-ki continued to look back at you often.
finally, the destination to the security check was near— but that didn't make things better. the crowd bottlenecked near the entrances, still trying to interact with the group.
everyone then compressed together and a wave of people shoved forward.
a fan on the side of you stepped closer, trying to get a closer look at what you guessed was one of the members, which made you trip over her foot.
for a second, everything felt like it was in slow motion, dramatic enough. your balance started to shift, soon disappearing. your body tilted sideways—and for a serious moment—you genuinely thought you were going to embarrass yourself in front of everyone and eat the airport floor. a few squeals and gasps erupted from the crowd.
before you could fall— a hand slid across your upper back.
a single arm was now propping your upper body up, hand squeezing your right shoulder. it was firm and steady, somewhat panicked too. your left shoulder pressed into their chest.
and to your surprise, it was ni-ki.
ni-ki, who was near the middle of the members, somehow made his way towards the back to walk in front of you.
he kept you tucked in for barely two seconds without no words, before letting go and returning to walk like how he previously was
you blinked.
one staff member beside you looked over. "are you alright?"
"yeah..!” the nervousness in your voice was noticeable.
~~~~
now boarding the flight, you somewhat felt more relaxed being able to sit down. while the staff put the luggage away in the head-over bins and the passengers become distracted finding their seats, ni-ki casually stops beside your row.
he leans down just enough that only you can hear.
"are u tryna get me exposed?" he raised an eyebrow when he spoke in a cheeky voice.
you blinked. ".. me?"
"you almost fell."
"oh my g— you know that wasn't my fault."
"i know."
a tiny smile tugs beneath his mask.
".. just don't scare me like that again."
then he pats the top of your seat and keeps walking before anyone can look too hard.
your cheeks flushed under your mask. then, your phone chimed.
ni-ki <3: do i get no thank u? 😢
yn: thank you ki🩷
~~~~
by the time everyone landed.. twitter had every picture and video you could imagine.
@/ot7engeneluvr: ni-ki helping one of the staff members when she almost fell 🥹 he's seriously such a gentleman [1:video attachment]
@/ddeonu.xo Whoever that staff is i KNOW she was thankful because that crowd looked more insane than normal…. ☹️ENGENE do better!
@/enhypenarchives: NI-KI immediately noticed she lost her balance and caught her so politely, a MAN 😩 [4:photo attachments]
@/hoonie_.daily: people alwaysss say he's quiet but he notices everything
@/carpediem: she's SOOOO LUCKY!!!!!!
@/muffinmaster: how do i become her
you scrolled through the posts from your hotel room continuously. you were waiting for ni-ki to come back from rehearsal for the festival.
one clip had over three million views.
you watched yourself wobble and watched ni-ki's hand appear almost instantly— then watched him let go just as quickly.
to everyone else, it was like he had simply helped a staff member, but to you, it had been on instinct. it was the kind of instinct that comes from loving someone so much that your body reacts before your mind does.
soon enough, the door to the hotel room opened. ni-ki had his black mask on along with his sunglasses, dragging the bag he brought with him. he groaned as he dropped the bag on the floor near the front. he then started jogging towards the bed you were lying on, jumping on it— making the whole bed shake. you guarded yourself as he hugged you.
you laughed, pushing him away. "you're all sticky!"
"you like it."
"i do not. go shower."
"yes ma'am."
without no other complaints, he went straight to the bathroom to clean up.
after a bit, he came back with wet hair and a white tank top paired with his grey baggy sweats that hung low on his hips, making the brand name of the boxers that were under peak out.
he plopped right beside you on the bed, instantly pulling up the covers.
you smiled, then nudged him a bit. "did you see—"
he kissed you before you could finish.
"i did."
you gave him a look with furrowed brows. "you didn’t even let me finish. how do you even know what i’m talking about?"
he shrugged, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "because i love my girlfriend."
"hm, you're right."
"seriously though, i thought i told you to watch where you step?"
you groaned, throwing your head back against the pillows. "i tripped on a girl's foot because she was trying to step towards you guys. not my fault."
he scrunched his face. "okay, you're right."
you let out a laugh, peering at his phone as he opened up the weverse app.
"are you gonna go live?"
"why would i go live with you in the room?"
"i thought you didn't care." you teased.
ni-ki grunted, pulling up jay's current weverse live. "he's already live anyways." you opened your eyes a little wider. "join him, i promise i won't make any noise."
he took a moment before looking at you.
he gave you another kiss, soft this time on the lips. "one more kiss before i go live."
you smiled while lying down comfortably, going on your phone with your airpods in your ears.
ni-ki clicked the join button for jay's live, which jay immediately accepted it.
"hey!— oh?.. are you in your hotel room right now?" jay was pictured sitting on the couch, while ni-ki was laying in bed— only half of his face showing.
"i am."
jay nodded, puckering his lips out. "oh, alright."
"hi engene." ni-ki spoke while placing his hand on your leg, drawing small circles on your skin. your hand travelled down to his, giving it a small squeeze.
#9 You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours
— summary: when the same irritating boy who's had a crush on you since high school reappears in your life, you begin to question the feelings you thought you had for him.
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fluff, crack. social media au ☁︎
featuring: illit's moka & yunah, cortis' martin, boynextdoor's woonhak, and enhypen!
one. two. three. four. five.
a/n: yayy pt 5 is finally here sorry for the delay ( TAGLIST IS CLOSED )
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in which you're trying to buy tickets to see your favorite band at a concert in korea, only to find out that you need a foreign address to register for tickets. you complain to your brother, who suggests you use the address of his friend who lives abroad, jake. how do you proceed when you and jake have more in common than you'd planned?
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It was nearing two in the morning, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead as rain continued to patter against the windows. Seoul never truly slept, but at this hour the city felt quieter, gentler.
You hadn’t planned on leaving the apartment, but sleep simply refused to come.
So now you found yourself wandering the narrow aisles in an oversized hoodie and baseball cap, with a black mask on praying not to be seen at a time like this.
absentmindedly dropping a few snacks, instant ramen, and a bottle of peach iced tea into a plastic basket.
The peach tea made you pause and your eyes lingered on it for a second too long.
Without thinking, you reached for another drink instead. Old habits were hard enough to break. Old memories were even harder.
The cashier was halfway through scanning your items when the automatic doors chimed.
You barely looked up, another customer.
Nothing unusual.
“…Y/N?”
Your stomach dropped, that voice. You turned slowly.
Jake stood just inside the doorway, rainwater dripping from the ends of his dark hair. He wore a black hoodie beneath an oversized jacket and a white mask pulled below his chin, clearly not expecting to recognize anyone at two in the morning.
For a second neither of you moved.
His eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
“Jake.” you said carefully hoping not to get caught by anyone given the fact that you still were supposed to stay away from all enhypen members
Your voice came out quieter than you intended and he offered an awkward smile.
“I… wow.” A nervous laugh escaped him.
“I didn’t think it’d actually be you.” You returned a small, polite smile. “I could say the same.”
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… unfamiliar.
It had been months.
Months since either of you had spoken outside of passing bows at award shows or carefully choreographed greetings whenever both groups occupied the same backstage hallway.
Jake shifted the basket in his hand “Couldn’t sleep?” You glanced toward the ramen in your bag before letting out a small laugh.
“Is it that obvious?” “A little.”
He lifted his own basket. Energy drinks, Protein bars, Instant coffee.
“Practice?” He nodded.
“Finished about an hour ago.” “So did we.”
Another pause. “You guys are killing it lately,” Jake said sincerely. “The comeback’s everywhere.”
“Thanks.”
“You deserve it.”
You smiled, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “So do you guys.”
Jake scratched the back of his neck. “We’re trying.”
The cashier handed you your bag. “Have a good night.” he says
“You too,” you answered automatically before turning back toward Jake.
“I should probably—”
“Can we..”
He stopped himself.
His expression shifted.
The easy smile disappeared, something heavier settled across his face.
“…Can we talk for just a minute?” You hesitated.
Every instinct told you no. Conversations connected to enhypen almost always led back to one person plus anytime enhypen was mentioned trouble followed.
“I don’t want to make things weird,” Jake added quickly. “I promise.”
You looked at him for another long second before giving a reluctant nod.
“A few minutes is all i have, i don’t want to get in trouble”
The rain had eased into a light drizzle by the time the two of you stepped beneath the convenience store awning.
Cars hissed through puddles as they passed.
Neither of you spoke immediately. Jake rested his hands in his jacket pockets, staring out at the empty street.
“I wasn’t planning on bringing this up.”
“Yet here you are,” you answered softly. He gave a defeated chuckle.
“Fair.”
Another silence settled between you long enough that you almost turned to leave.
Then
“He’s not okay.” Your shoulders stiffened.
You closed your eyes. “…Jake.”
“I know.” His voice was gentle, “I know you don’t want to hear about him.”
“I really don’t.”
“I figured.” He nodded once, accepting the answer. “I’m not here to convince you to go back to him.” You finally looked over.
Jake wasn’t pleading, he wasn’t angry, If anything, he was just exhausted. “I’m not asking you to forgive him.”
He swallowed. “I just… I don’t know who else to talk to anymore.” Your grip tightened around the plastic bag hanging from your wrist.
“What happened?” Jake let out a slow breath.
“The other night…” His eyes stayed fixed on the rain, “He told me he’s thinking about leaving.”
Your heartbeat stopped. “…Leaving what?”
“The company.”
The words barely registered.
“…What?”
“The group.”
Jake’s voice cracked ever so slightly.
“He thinks if he stops being an idol… there won’t be cameras following him anymore. No scandals. No fans attacking you.”
He looked down at the pavement.
“He thinks that’s the only way he’d ever deserve another chance.”
For several seconds you simply stared at him, the world around you faded into nothing but the sound of rain.
Finally, “No.”
Jake blinked. “What?”
“No.” Your answer was immediate. Firm.
“If that’s why he’s thinking about quitting…”You shook your head. “…absolutely not.”
A mixture of disbelief and frustration flashed across your face.
“He worked his entire childhood for that.”
“So I told him.”
“He can’t throw away everything because of me.” you start spiraling, “You think I don’t know that?” Jake rubbed a hand over his face.
“I’ve been telling him for weeks.” Your chest tightened painfully.
“He doesn’t get to do that.”
“He says none of it matters anymore.”
“Yes, it does.” Your voice cracked despite yourself, “It matters.”
Jake watched you carefully. “You still care about him.”
You laughed once,”I’ll probably always care about him.”
The admission hung between you. “But caring about someone isn’t the same as being able to love them safely.”
Jake didn’t argue, because he couldn’t, you looked out toward the rain, blinking hard.
“If he quits because he thinks it’ll fix everything…” Your voice fell almost to a whisper. “…he’s wrong.”
Jake lowered his head. “I know.”
You inhaled shakily. “When you see him…”You stopped yourself.
Then Your eyes fell to the wet pavement. “…No.”
Jake waited,but you simply shook your head. “Forget it.”
Without another word, you adjusted the grocery bag in your hand. “I should go.”
“Y/N.” Jake called out and you paused You paused. “Thank you… for listening.”
You didn’t answer, you simply nodded once before stepping out into the rain.
The cold droplets soaked through your hoodie almost instantly. By the time you reached your apartment building, the groceries were forgotten in your hands.
The only thing echoing through your mind were the words you wished you’d never heard.
He’s thinking about leaving.
And for the first time in seven months… you found yourself opening his contact again.
anyways guys new update this chapter could’ve been better in my opinion🌝 but this actually made me feel smth so i hope it’s enjoyable🥹
you, in danger, at the hospital— it made no sense. they know you as his friend, you drop by too often to see him for it to be a secret. someone would tell him if you were in danger.
the boys decide to meet at the hospital’s parking basement, and sunoo shuts the car door behind him before speaking. “so, do we just go inside and look for her?”
“well, obviously,” while riki is busy rolling his eyes, sunghoon is already marching towards the entrance as if he’s about to fight a battle of life and death. ( technically, he is. )
“i’ll look on the third floor,” jungwon’s feet lead him to the elevator before anyone could say anything.
he likes to think all of this is a misunderstanding. you cannot disappear into thin air, nor does anyone have some personal vendetta against you to harm you.
perhaps, you just passed out somewhere. anemia can do that, your iron levels were alarming anyway.
the elevator doors open and jungwon is greeted by a nurse, although too lost in thoughts to greet her back. the third floor is never too busy, not during the day and definitely not at night.
“dr. yang?” the nurse at the nurse station interrupts with her brows furrowed, as if seeing jungwon in the hospital at this time is no less than a miracle. “are you on the night shift?”
he deflects— tries to. “no, i— uh, i forgot something,”
“if it’s about the research, you could’ve asked minju. she is in the lab,” despite the smile on her face, her words leave a confused frown on his face.
what the hell is she doing here at this time?
jungwon has way too many problems to sit and think about why one if the nurses is always on the night shift after completing her day shift too. he has always told her to go home or take a day off but she never listens.
and maybe, it was never his place to judge her but something about it felt so wrong right now.
the over-head lights flicker once before casting long, sterile shadows on the floor, and with hurried steps, jungwon decides to check inside the lab first.
he slides the white door open, looking around for any sign if you frantically— it’s all empty. he doesn’t know why he is looking for you here. why the hell would you be in the lab?
he goes through the rooms, some empty some having just one or two patients hooked to monitors, getting treated for cancers. every second without your presence pulls his heart into a relentless rhythm.
for a second, jungwon thinks you aren’t in the hospital at all.
maybe, something happened to you on the way home ( as much as that worries him even more. ) just the thought of that scares him to his bones, and jungwon sprints towards the emergency exit for the quickest way out.
until his eyes land on the minor operation theater, closed and lights off— his department barely has any cases to deal with at this hour. you are definitely not here, but taking a look wouldn’t hurt, right?
with sweaty palms, he pushes the door open and his heart drops to the floor at the sight if you on the operation table with your hands restrained and amidst all stands just one person.
park minju.
quiet and still, back facing his horrified face flushed in fear and disbelief, as if this is just another part of her routine. the faint clink of metal echoes as she adjusts something on the tray beside her.
your face is pale under the harsh lighting, your lips parted slightly, your lashes resting too peacefully against your cheeks.
and he stands a few feet away, frozen in place, like if he moves too fast, the entire scene will shatter into something worse. his chest rises and falls unevenly, eyes locked on you—searching, begging for any sign of movement.
“what the hell did you do to her?” when he finally manages to speak, his voice is strained—tight, like it’s being forced through his throat.
“nothing yet, she’s just sedated,” and her words are soft and quiet, laced in a certain type of normalcy that makes jungwon’s skin crawl.
out of all the scenarios playing in his mind, nothing can possibly explain why you are here like this with minju. is this why you were hesitant to take your shots? or asked to meet him everytime?
“why?” words come out sharper this time, cutting through the air and finally, making her turn towards him.
her expression looks pure as always— no panic, no guilt, no urgency.
“research,” his stomach twists at how calm she is, like this is usual, everyday— like she has been doing this for months. “she is the most stable one so far,”
“what do you mean?” the words echo slightly against the wall, swallowed by the empty room.
“the trial, dr. yang,” trial...that leaves a sense of dread in his heart. “she responds to the serum well— minus a few side effects. i’m sure we can fix it,”
there is no trial, at least none that he knows of. minju has mentioned wanting to do one but he always dismissed it as a joke— she said it with the most innocent smiles.
her gaze flickers back to you— his heart drops— and then back to him. he doesn’t get it. the words don’t land properly. they hover somewhere just out of reach, like his brain is refusing to process them.
just the thought of this is making his blood run cold. and amidst all, only one question plagues his mind.
has she been doing this all along? worse, are— were— there more people aside from you?
jungwon moves then—finally breaking out of whatever paralysis had held him in place. two quick steps and he’s at your side. his hand hovers over you for a second, unsure where to touch, like he’s afraid you might break.
then gently—too gently for the storm inside him—he grips your wrist.
your skin is warm, your pulse is there, and jungwon feels alive, like he could breathe despite the weight on his chest.
“you’re sick in the head,” words full of vitriol fall off his lips and it’s almost unsettling how quiet minju is through all this.
“this research can be big, it can be a breakthrough—”
she insists, but he cuts her off immediately. “there are better ways to do a research—correct ways,”
and that causes a crack behind her ever so calm eyes. “like what? waiting for approval for clinical trial from the ethics committee who will never sign it?”
frankly, jungwon knew what he was getting into when he proposed the research. it’s a divided world out there, always treding on the edge of humans or vampires.
coexistence was fragile, some people carried generational hatred towards the supernaturals and some vampires put themselves above human lives. even the idea of conducting a research to improve human lives using vampire biology could create a huge conflict.
not that it made sense to jungwon or any of his colleagues, but there are always radical opposites who refuse to compromise.
so, he decided to keep it low, a secret only open to the ones he trusts. the research is a breakthrough, a revolution in medical science and he couldn’t be more eager to see it become big.
but to do this— he looks at you again— it’s everything jungwon has always stood against.
“i’m taking her,” in one swift move, his hands are on the restraints, pulling and hoping to break you free.
“we’re so close,” she mumbles, letting him take his time while she turns to the tray table and picks up the injection, pushing the plunger— a drop just enough to remove the air bubbles.
“there’s no we here, minju,” he turns to her frantically, eyes shot red with anger and tears threatening to fall. it’s just you and your sick games that she will never be a part of,”
“too bad,” she takes a step closer, shrugging. “she already is,”
her hand comes up to his neck and a needle drives in— a sharp sting. he inhales sharply and shoves her back, stumbling a few steps away from her, hand flying to where the needle pierced through his skin.
the heat spreads quickly over his skin, breath stuttering. the room tilts just slightly and his vision flickers. minju turns to undo your restraints and all the alarms go off in his brain.
“hey— get up,” his voice falters and knees buckle, hands frantically tapping and shaking your arm. heaviness settles in his limbs like his body is being filled with sand, and with a thud, he collapses on the cold, sterile floor.
the edges of his vision darken as he sees minju put you on a wheelchair next. he forces himself to speak but words fail him. she puts on a mask over her mouth and nose before pushing you out of the operation theater— and then he goes out completely.
a whiff of antiseptic infiltrates your lungs before you wake up in a daze— eyes blurry with a headache that feels like someone just shot you in the head.
streaks if white light reach your eyes like a sting, making you flinch, your lashes squeezing shut before you force them open again.
everything spins.
you don’t even know where you are— well, it’s certainly not the laboratory where she sedated you probably what feels like hours ago.
the room swims into view in fragments—light, shadow, the edge of a metal table, something overturned on the floor. it takes a moment for everything to settle into place, but even then, nothing feels right. the air smells sharp, sterile, like antiseptic soaked into every surface
you expect to be bound, chained, but to your surprise, you’re simply on a stretcher in what seems like a big diagnostic room— not like that’s of any use. your limbs feel heavy and loose, you can’t fight even if you wanted to.
despite it all, you try to move, and a sharp sting shoots up your forearm. you whip your head to your left and see a IV administered on the back of your palm.
your breath stutters as panic creeps in, slow and suffocating, then you pull it out carelessly before attempting to get off the stretcher, weak and dizzy.
when you swing your legs over the side, your feet barely meet the floor before your knees threaten to buckle. there’s no strength in them— just trembling, unstable weight that feels like it could give out at any second.
still, you push and stand up, a hand flies to the nearest table for support. the sound of steel against the floor makes you flinch when you accidentally drop a tray.
your eyes fall upon the slightly open door and hope flickers— small, weak and fragile, but it is there.
just a few more steps.
all you have to do is get out to the hallway. someone will notice you after that, right? there has to be someone around who isn’t crazy.
you take a few more steps, using the walls for support. your head buzzes with pain with every step you take forward— then the door closes in front of you.
“you shouldn’t be getting up,” minju’s voice is oddly full of concern for someone who is the reason why you are like this. just the faux worry and saccharine words make you want to puke.
you notice the way she looks at you— not angry, but definitely not impressed either. for the first time since you’ve met her, you find those beautiful, doe eyes scary.
“let me go...” the words scrape out of your throat, more breath than sound. you grab her arm to push her away, but your arms tremble, strength failing almost instantly.
“that’s stupid,” she moves to the table and grabs something— a syringe— and your chest feels heavy again.
she removes the packaging and gives it a few empty pumps before picking up a vial. you take a few steps back and stumble against a metal stool, immediately falling on the cold floor.
the liquid fills the syringe swiftly, pale yellow, exactly like the ones she used to give you, and then she gives the barrel a few taps to get the air bubbles out.
you scramble back on the floor as she steps closer to you, heart thumping aginst your chest. it’s almost unbelievable— how does no one know she is here doing all this?
your eyes meet hers when she crouches in front of you, her hand reaching out to grip your arms. you try to push— really do— but whatever she gave you earlier to put you out still hasn’t worn off your system.
“jungwon...” when his name falls off your lips, hushed and trembling, she scoffs as if mocking your desperation.
“he won’t come,” and your eyes tear up at the implications behind those words. “in fact, no one is coming to save you,” before you could protest, she pushes the needle into your arm— and you collapse on the floor again.
“did you find her?” jay’s voice cuts through the phone and sunghoon runs his fingers through his hair frantically.
“no, she’s not here,” he had been looking around on the ground floor ever since they arrived. he went up to the vip wards to heeseung when the later said he saw you only, only for it to be a patient’s relative.
sunghoon pauses when he hears someone else on the other side of the phone— something about you not being on the terrace and in the canteen either— it takes him a few moments to guess that the voice belongs to riki.
“what about jungwon?” the name feels a little foreign on sunghoon’s tongue— almost bitter. he knows that there is a huge chance jungwon is not behind this, but he still cannot bring himself to look at him in a different light.
on the other side of the line, jay frowns in doubt. “has anyone even contacted him? he isn’t picking up my calls,”
“mine either,” sunghoon sighs, and somewhere near jay, riki also mentions the same observation. one time could be a mistake and maybe, jungwon didn’t want to answer sunghoon’s call for personal reasons.
but thrice marks and alert and while jay says he will get in touch with everyone to ask if anyone has heard from jungwon, sunghoon runs to take the elevator to the third floor.
( riki jokes about having to find yet another person and calls jungwon a bum, but sunghoon chooses to ignore that. )
the seconds drag, each one stretching thinner than the last, his reflection staring back at him from the metal doors—jaw clenched, eyes sharper than they should be.
when the doors slide open with a chime, an unsettling silence greets him. something is so wrong and it’s on the third floor, he can feel it i his bones.
there’s an empty nurse station— maybe the person on shift went to use the restroom. his steps are fast and echoing down the corridor as he scans everything— doors, corners, shadows. the lab—
he pushes the door open without wasting any more time, voice sharper than intended. “jungwon?”
when he gets no answer, his chest tightens and he turns immediately, heading back out and mind racing with every possibility, each worse than the previous one.
at some point, sunghoon decides to look through all the floors himself, wanting to believe nothing but what his eyes see.
when the elevator takes too long, he runs to take the nearest emergency stairs to the floor above. taking the stairs two at a time, his movements are faster now, urgency bleeding into every step.
upon reaching the fourth floor, he repeats the same— checking past every door and corner. this floor is a little more livelier than the one below, and something about that tells sunghoon that you aren’t here.
he takes the stairs to the floor above, feeling himself going crazy with every second that goes without seeing you.
when sunghoon pushes the door open to the fifth floor, he is met him darker and quieter hallways with overhead signs— USG to the right, MRI and X-ray up ahead, and then a muffled screech of metal against the tiles reaches his ears.
his eyes sweep quickly to the direction of the sound and there it is— CT scan room, door ajar, faint streaks of light streaming through the gap kn between.
sunghoon feels it before he even reaches the door— the kind of silence that presses in, wrong in a way he can’t ignore. his steps slow just slightly as he approaches, eyes flicking over to the door handle before be pushes the door open.
minju turns instantly.
the sound of the door hitting the wall is sharp, abrupt, and for the first time since any of this began— she looks surprised.
she straightens quickly from where she’d been crouched, her hand still hovering near the tray beside her, eyes narrowing as they land on him while his scan around for you—
and there you are— half limp on the floor struggling to keep your eyes open. sunghoon couldn’t even think before his feet lead him to tour side.
minju stands up to block him, her face slowly morphing into what looks like panic and annoyance. “this floor is restricted—”
but sunghoon doesn’t wait for her to finish. his hand comes up to grab her arm and shoves her aside with enough force that makes her stumble back. “move!”
he’s past her in an instant and then he sees you, half conscious and barely moving and suddenly, everything else disappears.
he’s at your side immediately, dropping to his knees beside you, one hand sliding under your shoulder and the other coming up to your face, turning it gently toward him. “look at me, please,”
your eyes flutter open through a familiar feeling— the same one you had every time she gave you those shots, just ten times worse this time.
“it’s okay,” his voice is softer than ever, holding you securely as your body sags against him when he tries to lift you. “i’ve got you,”
behind him, minju recovers fast.
her surprise is gone just as soon as it came, now replaced with something sharper as her gaze shifts between you and him. “you shouldn’t be here,”
sunghoon ignores her completely, his focus entirely on you as he holds you in his arms. “can you speak?”
minju’s eyes narrow.
“you need to leave,” her words are firmer now as she grabs something from the tray before stepping closer.
still no response— his entire focus is on your well-being— and that’s when she decides. her hand moves quickly— quick and precise— the metal flashes under the dim light.
she lunges fast but sunghoon has always been faster— humans are slow, after all. he moves instinctively, pulling you closer to his chest— he turns, the scalpel slicing through the empty space where he had been just seconds ago.
a bare miss.
she almost freezes at his reaction time. that was...out of ordinary. her grip tightens around the scalpel, determined to not miss this time. “you’re making a mistake,”
her tone is sharp, patience running thin with every second that he spends in this room being a hindrance. sunghoon turns away from you almost hesitantly before facing him. “that makes the two of us,”
and that’s it, that was the line.
she moves again, this time more aggressively with the blade coming down directed straight at his eye but sunghoon dodges cleanly, shifting his weight with unnatural precision, turning his body just enough to avoid the strike.
the blade grazes his cheek, not deep but just enough to cause a little cut. he wipes the blood with the back of his hand as she speaks, stunned. “what are you?”
minju doesn’t really wait for a response, already striking again with more force. his free hand catches her wrist mid-attack, stopping her completely. the force of it halts her movement instantly and her grip falters for the first time.
the scalpel slips from her hand— his grip was definitely going to cause a bruise on the wrist, but she hits his pelvis with her knees and the force knocks the air out of him, making him stumble back with a groan.
sunghoon doesn’t get time to recover before minju picks up the scalpel and forces you to stand up with an arm around your neck from behind, the other pointing the instrument directly at your neck. “i told you you’re making a mistake,”
your head rolls weakly against her shoulder, breath faint, barely there. the scalpel glints in the corner of your eyes and your stomach churns in fear.
sunghoon takes a step ahead. “don’t—”
“stop,” her voice cuts through sharply and the scalpel presses against your throat, cold and sharp.
your breath stutters weakly at the sensation, a faint, broken sound leaving your lips. “...hoon…” you whisper, barely conscious.
he tries to step again, but minju presses the blade against your neck, your eyes prickling with tears. you are in danger while sunghoon feels like he is closer to death than he has ever been.
“step back,” minju says, her tone calm—but edged now, “slowly,” the blade presses just slightly deeper— not enough to break skin, but enough to make the threat clear.
and for the first time, he hesitates, feelings helpless and disarmed all of a sudden while you are looking at him through blurry eyes, begging for help.
minju watches him carefully as if she is calculating his every movement and breath. once he’s far back enough from the door, she starts moving, dragging you with her, step by step, closer to the door.
“you’re making this worse—” he attempts to speak, or divert her, but the blade presses again and his mouth falls shut again. her hand shifts, reaching for the handle while still holding you in place, using your body as a shield between her and him.
she’s almost out, a wicked grin on her lips as if showcasing her victory. but the door opens and she straight into them— riki and jay— too sudden for her to move away.
sunghoon takes a breath of relief when he sees the two of them already standing there, looking like they just ran a mile.
the second minju crosses the threshold, jay’s hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist— the one holding the scalpel— and twists it hard. a sharp clatter echoes as the blade slips from her fingers, skidding across the floor.
she jerks against jay’s hold, trying to wrench her arm free, but his grip only tightens, locking her in place. “let go!”
jay doesn’t flinch, keeping her away from you “yeah, that’s not happening,” he mutters, forcing her arm further back, keeping her off-balance.
while minju tries to pry him off, pushing and pulling, riki’s hands come in steady and precise, slipping between you and her grip, prying you free before she can react properly. “i’ve got her!”
behind them, sunghoon is there is seconds the moment you’re out of her hold, his hands immediately replacing riki’s— careful but urgent as he takes you from him.
your head falls weakly against his shoulders and his hand comes up to hold your face, ever so gentle and cautious. “stay with me,”
minju finally manages to twist slightly, trying to break free again. “do you even know what you’re doing?” she snaps, her voice sharper amd edged with something frantic. “you’re ruining everything—”
but jay shoves her forward slightly, forcing her to lose balance again. “no,” he shoots back, “you did that all on your own,”
riki kicks the scalpel farther down the hallway, out of reach before looking at sunghoon. “sunoo said he’s calling security,”
sunghoon just nods mindlessly, her entire focus on you. in a swift movement, he picks up in his arms with ease, carrying you down the hallway with steps fast but careful, like he is carrying something fragile.
all he cares about right now is getting you treated.
behind him, minju tries to struggle to get out of jay’s hold once again before she gives up, knowing you are gone now...for better.
within minutes, security filters through along with a few hospital staff, some horrified and others in disbelief. gasps and curses fill the hallway as one of the female security officer cuffs minju’s hand.
“i guess we’re done here,” jay exhales, already planning to leave. he does not want to spend another second here and become a subject of interrogation from anyone.
“no,” however, riki sighs, running his fingers through his hair as if gearing up for another around. “we have to find jungwon,”
from, malenaㅤFINALLY! i hope this is not a whole lot of nothing burger because i wrote this days apart .. big credits to my irl friend for helping me with some scenes i know she will never see this but my babie i love you :3
Summary: You thought meeting your idol by chance was the craziest thing that could ever happen… until he became your boyfriend and casually handed you an NDA to protect all of his ridiculous little secrets. From chaotic ticket wars to jealousy over his own members, dating Jeon Jungkook turns out to be a lot less glamorous—and a lot more adorable than you ever imagined. Sometimes, the biggest BTS secret isn't backstage… it's how hopelessly in love he is.
Status: Three-shot | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3.1 | Part 3.2 | Bonus
Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x ARMY!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k~ | Full: 19.3k~
Genre: Idol!AU, Fluff
Rated: PG
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Slice of Life, BTS Concert Tickets
Posting Date: July 19, 2026
SCC: Ko-fi ☕️ ・ Taglist 📝
Honestly, you lost. After days of arguing with Jungkook about concert tickets, backstage access, and all the different versions of "I don't want special treatment," you finally gave in. Not because Jungkook forced you. But because one night, he came to your apartment wearing an expression that was far too serious.
"Baby."
"Hm?"
"I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"Please."
"..."
"...Just this once."
"Kook..."
"I want my girlfriend to come to my concert."
You still tried to refuse. "I can buy my own ticket next time."
"I know."
"I don't want to be treated differently."
"I know."
"But..."
Jungkook gently held both of your hands. "...I just want you to be there."
You looked at him for a long moment.
"Can I just sit with everyone else?"
"You can."
"No backstage?"
Jungkook immediately shook his head. "No."
"Why?"
"Because..."
He let out a long sigh. "...I won't be able to relax."
You laughed. "I'm not going to disappear."
"I know."
"I'm not going to bother anyone either."
"I know."
"Then why are you still worried?"
Jungkook stayed quiet for a few seconds. "...Because you're ARMY."
"..."
"...and I know my hyungs."
You immediately laughed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..."
He scratched the back of his neck.
"...Jin hyung is funny."
"True."
"Hoseok hyung is friendly."
"True."
"Namjoon hyung is smart."
"True."
"Yoongi hyung is cool."
"True."
"Anyway..."
He sighed.
"...I don't like it."
"Are you jealous of your own members?"
"...A little."
"A little?"
"...Quite a bit."
Concert day finally arrived. Somehow, Jungkook looked even more nervous than you. Before you left, he even called you.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
"Did you eat?"
"Yeah."
"Don't forget your pass."
"I won't."
"The manager will pick you up."
"Okay."
"Don't go anywhere."
"I won't."
"Are you even listening to me?"
You laughed softly.
"I am, Jeon Jungkook."
"...I'm serious."
"So am I."
The concert was incredible. Even though you already knew Jungkook as your boyfriend, the moment the lights went out and the seven of them walked onto the stage... you still froze. Your heart was pounding. Before you even realized it, you were cheering along with tens of thousands of other ARMYs.
Jungkook happened to glance in your direction from the stage and almost laughed.
His girlfriend. His actual girlfriend. Cheering for BTS just like every other ARMY.
When the concert ended, the manager approached you.
"Y/N-ssi?"
"Yes?"
"We're heading backstage now."
"Oh, okay."
The moment you got there, Jungkook was already waiting. He was still wearing his stage outfit. His hair was slightly damp with sweat. And the very first thing he did wasn't hug you. He looked around.
"You didn't talk to anyone, right?"
You blinked. "Huh?"
"You didn't, right?"
"Not yet."
Jungkook nodded in relief. "Good."
"Kook..."
"Hm?"
"You're weird."
"That's a compliment."
Before the two of you could talk any longer, a very familiar voice called out.
"Yah!"
Both you and Jungkook turned around. Seokjin was walking over with a huge smile on his face.
"Y/N?"
You immediately bowed politely. "Hello."
Jin smiled warmly. "Wow, so you finally made it."
You had barely opened your mouth to answer when Jungkook suddenly stepped in front of you. "Oh, hyung."
"Hm?"
"The manager said we have to go."
Jin frowned. "Who?"
"The manager."
"Which one?"
"...The manager."
Jin looked around. "There's no one here."
"...There was."
"Where?"
"...He was here a second ago."
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. Jin narrowed his eyes.
"Yah!"
"Hm?"
"Are you jealous?"
"What?"
"Are you afraid I'm going to talk to your girlfriend?"
"What are you talking about, hyung?"
Jin burst out laughing.
"Wow."
"What?"
"That's bad."
"What's bad?"
"You."
Jin looked at you and whispered, "He's been asking me about you all day."
You blinked. "Asking what?"
"'Hyung, are you going to meet Y/N later?'"
"'Hyung, don't tease Y/N.'"
"'Hyung, don't talk to Y/N for too long.'"
Jungkook's face instantly turned red.
"HYUNG!"
Jin laughed proudly.
"Caught you."
You looked at Jungkook. "...Is that true?"
"...No."
Jin immediately nodded. "It is."
"...Hyung."
"It is."
You started laughing while Jungkook could only let out a long sigh. Not long after that, the manager actually showed up.
"Jungkook-ah, we have to go."
Jungkook immediately nodded. "Okay."
Then he looked at you.
"Baby."
"Hm?"
"Let's go."
You looked over at the other members who were still talking.
"Wait, let me say goodbye first..."
"No."
"Huh?"
"You can do that later."
"Kook..."
"Come on."
He even took your hand and led you away.
From behind you, Jin shouted,
"YAH!"
Jungkook pretended not to hear him.
"YAH, JEON JUNGKOOK!"
Still pretending not to hear.
"YOUR GIRLFRIEND WANTS TO SAY GOODBYE!"
"I'LL DO IT FOR HER!"
Jin laughed loudly.
"That's so possessive!"
The entire walk to the car, you could barely stop laughing. As soon as the car door closed and it started moving, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. You just sat there staring at Jungkook.
He stared back.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Then he started getting nervous.
"...What?"
You kept looking at him.
"..."
"Baby?"
"..."
"Did I do something wrong?"
You didn't answer.
"Are you mad?"
"..."
"I rushed you out too quickly, didn't I?"
"..."
"I'm sorry."
You finally laughed softly.
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"You're cute."
"Huh?"
"You were jealous of Jinnie."
"I'm not."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You wouldn't even let me talk to him."
"That's..."
"Were you afraid I'd change my bias?"
Jungkook went quiet.
"...A little."
"A little?"
"..."
"Kook."
"...Quite a bit."
You laughed so hard your shoulders shook. Jungkook could only look at you helplessly.
"I know you're happy that I'm close with your hyungs."
"Yeah."
"I know you trust them."
"Yeah."
"Then why?"
Jungkook let out a long sigh before resting his head on your shoulder. "...I don't know either."
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"...I'm already your girlfriend."
"Yeah."
"I've already met your family."
"Yeah."
"I was even backstage."
"Yeah."
"You're still afraid I'll change my bias?"
Jungkook stayed quiet for a long time before mumbling so softly you almost couldn't hear him.
"...Jin hyung looked handsome today."
You burst into laughter.
"JEON JUNGKOOK!"
"I'm serious!"
"That's your hyung!"
"I know!"
"You're jealous of your own hyung!"
"I don't even know why!"
You couldn't stop laughing. Meanwhile, Jungkook just wrapped his arms around you and let out a defeated sigh.
"...Baby."
"Hm?"
"Next time there's a concert..."
"What?"
"...Can you just look at me?"
You smiled brightly. "Okay."
"...Promise?"
"Promise."
Jungkook looked relieved. Until a few seconds later, you innocently added,
"...But Jinnie really was cute today."
The car, which had been quiet just moments before, instantly filled with the sound of Jeon Jungkook protesting and regretting his decision to bring his girlfriend backstage for the very first time. Up front, the manager could only shake his head with a smile. It seemed that ARMY wasn't the one who needed to worry about a bias wrecker after the concert. It was Jeon Jungkook.
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( 𝓟𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ) 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ sfw +++ fluff. the man's best friend wasn't supposed to betray him for his own girlfriend, but bam has officially chosen a new favorite human.
it’s a well-known fact that dobermans are loyal and deeply devoted to their chosen person. jeon bam was supposed to be JUNGKOOK'S shadow. your boyfriend raised him, fed him, trained him until he became a big boy, and for the past three weeks, bam had effectively filed for a change of custody. the main culprit was you, his angel of a girlfriend, who had somehow put a spell on the gentle beast, and the betrayal was unfolding like a game in different stages.
stage one was the morning routine. jungkook would stand by the front door, leash in hand, jingling the metal clips. "bam! come on, buddy, walkies! let's go!" he’d call out while doing a little dance to get the dog excited. bam had literally looked him dead in the eye from his dog bed, stretched, yawned, and pretended to be in a deep coma.
ten minutes later, you had walked into the room, and softly murmured, "bammy, wanna go outside?" and the dog launched himself across the living room, already sitting politely by the door, staring at you with pure adoration and excitement.
the man looked like he just received his murder trial. "are you serious right now? bam. look at me. i am the one who bought you the expensive salmon kibble." bam did not look at him, too busy leaning his head against your thigh.
stage two was couch time. jungkook would sit down, patting his lap invitingly. "come here, boy. come sit with dad." bam would trot over, completely bypass his owner, and aggressively shove his entire heavy body right next to you, squishing you against the armrest. he’d rest his chin on your knee, looking up at you with big puppy eyes.
"oh, who's a good boy?" you cooed, reaching down to scratch that sweet spot right behind his ears. bam’s eyes closed in pure bliss, his stubby tail doing a lazy thump-thump-thump against the cushions, leaning into your touch like, oh yeah, that's the spot.
"let me do it, i know how he likes it." the second jungkook’s fingers made contact with the fur, bam's eyes snapped open. his ears pricked up as he let out a warning woof, snapping his jaws in the air with a loud crack. his dad ripped his hand back like he’d been burned, "he threatened to bite me! did you see that? he literally threatened my life... i raised you from a puppy!"
stage three was when bam refused any expensive treats from the hand that feeds him. does he even know what inflation is and how expensive high-quality beef is? jungkook could have grilled the whole lot, but he decided to be a good parent and save half of it for his dog. however, when you — yes, you specifically offer him those super cheap dog biscuit treats, bam goes crazy for them and wants more.
"what magic spell did you put on my dog?" jungkook whined, pointing a dramatic finger at you. "we were supposed to be best friends! what happened to a man's best friend... why does he like you more than me? you don't even know how to play fetch properly."
you giggled, patting bam's head gently as he finished his treat. "maybe he just recognizes who the real angel in this house is, kook."
"i feed him and pay for his premium raw meat diet." crossing his arms and pouting so hard, furrowing his eyebrows, looking like a petty baby. "for the past three weeks, he has completely written me out of his life."
your boyfriend looked at you sitting there looking pretty, amazing, and smug with his doberman acting like a giant lapdog, and then looked at bam, who was now smugly giving you a paw.
"baby, sometimes you are too rough with him," you coddled, grabbing his paw as if for a handshake. "you gotta be gentle."
"but i am gentle!" but bam didn't care, he just shifted closer to you, completely ignoring his father’s existential crisis, who was now grabbing a decorative pillow and hugging it to his chest defensively. "i'm calling my mom and telling her you're a witch."
summary: you're shamelessly flirting with your dad's new coworker, Beau Arlen—a man twice your size who insists you're too young for him.
୨ৎ beau arlen x female!reader ୨ৎ
genre: dad's best friend, age gap romance, smut
content warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s. beau is in his 40s), older man/younger woman, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f&m receiving), nipple play, p in v, mirror sex, creampie, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, size difference, hair pulling, french kiss, jealousy, alcohol.
word count: 3048
notes: this is my first fanfic.. kinda nervous. i hope you all enjoy my first work ♡
It’s been a month since your dad introduced you to his new coworker, Beau Arlen.
Since then, he’s been stopping by often—usually after work—to discuss paperwork with your dad and then hang out in the backyard, enjoying a few glasses of beer after dinner until midnight.
Beau is taller, bigger, and stronger than you. It’s hard for you not to notice how his biceps practically burst through the fabric each time he wears a shirt.
Your dad often asks for his help to fix things around the house or move heavy items to the shed, and every time he does, you notice a short, heavy sound—like a groan—as he exerts himself, which makes you wonder how he’d sound like when you clench your pussy walls around his cock.
From the way he talks, you know he’s the kind of guy who’ll talk you through it.
You rarely spend time with your dad, but tonight he’s going to the bar with Beau, and for some reason, you’re insisting on tagging along. “I’m coming,” you say in your usual cheerful tone.
Your dad blinks. “You? Since when do you want to spend your Friday night with two men in their forties?”
“I just feel like it.”
Your dad looks at you suspiciously. “No way.”
Before you even have a chance to open your mouth, Beau approaches you and your dad with a chuckle. “Come on,” he says. “She’s an adult. Besides, she’ll be with us.”
Your dad sighs dramatically. “You two are ganging up on me.”
You give Beau a mischievous wink, which makes him smile —and that really turns you on.
At the bar, your dad won’t let you order any alcoholic drinks because he doesn’t want to have to deal with you if you get drunk. "I'm not dealing with you drunk," he mutters.
After a few moments, your dad's phone is ringing, and he excused himself to answer it, so you're left alone with Beau.
Beau slides his glass toward you. “Wanna try it? I won’t say a word to your dad, promise.”
A mischievous grin spreads across your face again as you casually reach for the drink and say, “As you should.”
He smirks. “Sassy.”
You take a sip before handing the glass back. “Not bad."
He chuckles at your reaction. “Told ya.”
You clear your throat before saying, “You know what, I guess I have to admit that you’re actually pretty attractive when I look at you up close like…” You scoot a little closer, placing your cheek on your palm to take a better look at his face. “This.”
A spontaneous chuckle escapes him as he shrugs it off. “That's the drink talking.”
You chuckle softly. “It was only a sip. That’s not enough to get me drunk.”
He takes a moment to study your face before leaning in close enough to your ear. “You’re too young for me.”
Your lips curve into a smirk before you lean in closer to his ear. “We both know I’m old enough.”
He chuckles softly before poking the tip of your nose with his finger. “Old enough for what?”
"To know exactly what I'm doing," you say as you’re making a wide, innocent, and pleading facial expression.
He laughs as if he’s just heard something really funny, then shakes his head. “That’s exactly what someone your age would say.”
You start to lose your patience because he keeps teasing you and isn’t taking you seriously at all. You furrow your brow, trying to look serious. "I'm being serious."
A cheeky grin spreads on his lips as he finds it utterly hilarious. “Well then, we can be friends.”
You give him an annoyed look. “You know damn well that’s not what I mean.”
His grin turns into a smug one as he rests his elbow on the table. “Then what? You want my picture in your wallet?
You shoot him an unimpressed look.
"Or maybe you want one of my shirts so you can pretend I’m around"
You roll your eyes.
"Come on, sweetheart. Tell me," he stops talking, but those beautiful eyes are still fixed on you. He leans in to gently lift your chin, waiting to hear what you’re about to say. “Hm?”
You can’t tolerate it anymore, so you swat his hand away from your chin and walk away.
“Woah, that hurts,” he says as he feigns a hurt tone playfully.
Your father comes back from outside after answering the phone. “Beau, there’s something I need to take care of. Can you take my daughter home?”
“Hm… maybe,” Beau says casually with a smirk, glancing at you as you flirt with a handsome young guy your age. You look like you’re laughing at something the guy says.
Your father rolls his eyes as if he isn’t surprised at all. “I can’t believe she’s my daughter.”
Beau reassures him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I’ll make sure she gets home.”
Just then, your father suddenly remembers something. “Ah, I forgot—I have a feeling this is going to take all night, so I might not be able to come home tonight, and there’s no way I can leave her alone at home. Um, just take her to my sister’s house. Ask her for directions, and she’ll lead you there.”
“Come on, buddy. You’re overprotective. But fine, fine. I’ll take her there,” Beau sighs.
After your dad leave the bar, Beau is still watching you flirt with that guy. Even though he knows you’re only doing this to make him jealous—since he just indirectly rejects you—for some reason, it really gets under his skin so much that he feels like he's about to explode.
While holding back his anger, he walks over to you and puts his hand on your waist right in the middle of your playful banter with the guy you’re flirting.
“There you are, sweetheart,” he says casually while handing you the drink you'd been sipping earlier before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
You’re confused and give him a “what the hell is this?” look—you’re annoyed, but you try hard not to let it show too much because it would be embarrassing to act like that in front of the guy.
“Where have you been, sweetheart? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he says in a dramatic tone.
“I’ve been right here the whole time,” you respond in a sharp tone, trying to hide your embarrassment.
The guy takes the hint and says, "It's been nice talking to you. But I'm sorry, I have to go."
You give him a sweet smile—which is in stark contrast to the way you respond to Beau—and say, "Nice talking to you, too. Bye."
Beau gives the guy a fake wide smile, then grabs your hand and leads you to the back of the bar.
You pull his hand away from your arm. You roll your eyes at him. “What’s the matter now? Aren’t I too young for you? Or are you jealous about the fact that I flirt with a guy who’s interested in me? I gave you a chance, but you turned me down. Make up your mind, you—”
Before you can finish your sentence, he presses his lips against yours to silence you.
The rough scrape of his neatly trimmed beard brushes against your skin as you caught up in the moment and going with the flow.
The two of you kiss until you're both out of breath, then break the kiss to catch your breath for a moment—but before long, he kisses you again, this time sliding his tongue into your mouth, searching for yours to suck on.
You both feel your tongues dancing together inside each other’s mouths, making you both experience a filthy kind of pleasure. But before things go any further, He gently nibbles your lower lip, then pulls his lips away from yours. He presses his forehead against yours and says, “Be my baby.”
The world feels like it has stopped the moment he says it, and now you're on his bed with him unbuckling his belt. He takes off his pants and crawls on top of you to leave a few marks around your neck.
You can smell his perfume while his beard tickles the skin on your neck, making you incredibly aroused. You reached out toward his face to kiss his lips while slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off his body, and then tossing it aside.
With your body, which is much smaller and weaker than his, you have a hard time turning him over so you’re on top of him. He grins when he realizes what you're trying to do, then helps you sit on his lap.
“Good girl.” He leans back against the headboard, your body shifting with him. You take off your top while he helps unzip your jeans and slides them off your legs. Now the two of you are wearing nothing but your underwear, and you start grinding your pussy against his lap, right on top of his hard cock.
He lets out a frustrated, lust-filled groan the moment he feels you grinding against him. He wraps his arms around you as your dry grinding slowly grows wetter. The two of you are resting your chins on each other’s shoulders while hugging; his hand is groping your back, searching for your bra clasp, then unhooking it and tossing it aside.
He grabs your breasts roughly, making you feel things you never imagined you’d enjoy. He pinches your nipples while you continue grinding on him. A moan escapes your sweet lips as you feel the warmth of his tongue around your nipple, gently sucking and circling it. The stimulation from his mouth and your wetness grinding against his hard erection cock feels overwhelming as you throw your head back.
He flips you onto his bed, pulls down your panties and then his own, then presses his hard cock against your wet clit and brutally devours your lips until you’re left with no room in your mouth to let out a moan.
He breaks the kiss to gaze deeply into your eyes so you can moan uncontrollably from the sensation of his hard cock rubbing against your clitoris, “Sweetheart, I’m just rubbing it against your clitoris—I haven’t even put my cock in yet.”
He's rubbing your pussy lips with his fingers before he kisses your lips briefly, then you feel the tickle of his lips and beard behind your ear, slowly moving down your neck, trailing all the way to your collarbone. The warmth of his tongue on your nipple—which he licks and sucks—transfers that sensation to your other nipple before he runs his tongue down to your stomach. He kisses your stomach, then slowly moves down toward your clitoris. You can’t do anything but prepare yourself for the wild stimulation he’s about to give you next.
"Beau..." this slips out of your mouth without you realizing it.
He strokes your clit with his index and middle fingers while spreading your pussy lips with his other hand, then slides the finger he’d been using to stroke your clit into your pussy, which is already soaking wet. You start to moan louder as his fingers begin to stimulate deep inside your pussy, searching for your pleasure spot. While fingering you, he leans in to suck on your clit and occasionally swirls his tongue around it.
An incredibly intense moan of pleasure escapes your lips loudly. You let him devour your pussy—the same pussy you touch every night before bed while fantasizing about him doing it to you.
He pulls his mouth away from your pussy to say, “You taste so good, sweetheart. Do I make you feel good?”
You look up at him with your disheveled face—which drives him wild, as if you’re resigned to whatever he wants to do to you—while murmuring, “Yes, Daddy.”
The second those words come out of your sweet little mouth, he crawls over to grab your hair harshly, whispering, “Oh, you dirty little slut, calling me ‘daddy’ like that. Now get up.” He roughly releases his grip on your hair.
Beau leans back against the headboard as you position yourself between his legs and lazily snuggle your face against his big, hard, veiny cock, making him groan in frustration, filled with lust.
“I don’t know how to do it properly,” you say in a fake innocent tone just to tease him as you look up at him.
Beau, who’s already beyond aroused, is truly desperate to have his cock sucked by your sweet mouth. “Just put it in your mouth. “I’m sure you’ll do it r—”
You, who’ve been dying to suck his cock ever since you first met him, immediately take his cock into your mouth before he can finish his sentence.
You take his entire cock into your mouth, then let him feel the warmth of your mouth while you gaze up at his face from below as he’s enjoying being pleasured by you. This is the face you’ve always wanted to see—the one you’ve always imagined every time you play with your pussy using your fingers at night.
You pull his hard, wet cock out of your mouth to catch your breath before licking his veiny shaft while rubbing his tip with your thumb, making him arch his back on the bed.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You really think you can’t do this properly?” he said, his voice laced with arousal.
You don’t respond verbally, but you suck on the head of his cock and dance your tongue over the tip inside your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens as he groans loudly. You continue to suck his cock even deeper as his grip on your hair grows too tight—it hurts you, but for some reason, you like the pain. You occasionally licking his shaft with your tongue inside your mouth.
You pull his cock out of your mouth again, but this time you squeeze your tits before clamping his cock between them, then spit so that your saliva lands on the tip of his cock.
Beau moans with pleasure as he feels his cock squeezed by your breasts and the warmth of your saliva on the tip of his cock, “I’m going to spray my cum all over your pretty face, doll. You’re such a naughty little slut.”
Hearing him praise you and degrade you at the same time turns you on even more.
As you rub his cock between your breasts, he plays with both your nipples with his fingers, causing both of you to moan in unison while gazing into each other’s eyes.
Unable to hold back any longer, you jump onto his lap and force his cock against your pussy lips until it slides inside you. You're moaning with pleasure as you finally feel the cock you've been wanting to feel inside your pussy. Beau tilts his head back, lost in thought, as he savors the pleasure of your tight, wet pussy sucking his cock.
You ride his cock brutally—you can even feel the veins of his cock inside your pussy at this point. You let out a cry of pleasure, “Daddy, please… I—I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Nuh-uh. Don’t cum yet, baby. Feel my cock. You’re the one who’s kept it hard all night.” He groans as he feels the walls of your pussy squeeze his cock inside you.
“Damn, your pussy is sucking my cock like you’ve been imagining it for a long time. Is that true, sweetheart?” He says as you thrust his cock deeper into your pussy while riding him.
You stare down at him, looking more disheveled while feeling his hard, thick, veiny cock inside you, “Yes, yes, it’s true, daddy.”
“You’re being such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” The moment those words escape his mouth, your pussy clenches harder around him, making him arch his back again—which causes him to slam your body down beneath him instantly to thrust deeper into your pussy until you’re crying and moaning helplessly.
He moves you into the doggy style position and deliberately positions you facing the mirror so you can see your face while he’s ruining you. “You should watch your stupidly pretty face while I’m fucking your pussy from behind, doll.”
You can’t stop staring at your face in the mirror—how pretty you look while he’s inside you, how attractive it is to see him looking disheveled and aroused as well as he feels the tightness of your pussy while tugging at your hair like you’re a horse he’s riding.
You enjoy the pleasurable sensation of being so small around him because he’s so much bigger and stronger than you; then you feel his two massive biceps wrapping around your neck from behind as he slowly lowers his body on top of you and positions both of you face-down, but still making sure you’re not crushed by his body.
In this position, you can feel his cock going even deeper inside you—it feels warmer, especially with his massive biceps wrapped around you like this. You really can’t take his cock anymore, but that just makes Beau thrust it in and out of your pussy even more.
He’s whispering softly in your ear, panting, “Baby, I’m close.” Hearing his sexy voice like that makes your moans even more uncontrollable. He slips his finger into your mouth to muffle your moans.
You start to hear his moans getting louder as his cock thrusts harder and harder into your pussy until it finally hits your G-spot, making your heart race wildly, tears stream down from your eyes, your face flush, your nipples harden, and you feel involuntary muscle contractions in various parts of your body as you orgasm—then you feel the surge of pleasure as his warm cum fills your pussy. The walls of your pussy contract, squeezing his cock while his semen continues to gush inside you.
He’s finally taken his finger out of your mouth, so you can let out a moan even though you can’t moan anymore. He leans his face close to your ear—still from behind—and says, “I love you.”
Summary: Your dad leaves to go on a business trip, leaving you with Beau Arlen, your dad's best friend. He was supposed to keep you safe, instead he ruined you for anyone else.
ᢉ𐭩 Warnings: MDNI, 18+, NSFW, large age gap, drunk sex, lots of praise and pet names, finger sucking, unprotected sex
wc: 3.6k
Your dad had mentioned he’d be gone for a week. That was fine, you’d handled a few days on your own before.
But this time was different.
“Beau’s gonna stay over for a bit, alright?” he said, eyes glued to the football game on the TV, barely glancing your way.
You stopped in the middle of the living room. “Wait—what? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, hun.” He took a long swig of his beer. “No arguments.”
“Come on, Dad, I’m eighteen. I’m perfectly fine by myself,” you argued, stepping right in front of the screen to block his view.
He leaned sideways with a sigh. “No arguments. And you’re lucky it’s Beau. Could’ve been your grandma.” He waved you out of the way, muttering, “At least he won’t knit and lecture you about your love life.”
You groaned, but the conversation was clearly over. He was already focused back on the game.
Later that evening, the doorbell rang.
You opened it and there he was, Beau Arlen, in the flesh. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a worn flannel over a dark t-shirt, and jeans. His stubble was a little thicker than usual.
“Hey, kiddo,” Beau said as he dropped his duffel bag just inside the door. “Heard I’m on babysitting duty for the week.” He grinned and reached out to ruffle your hair.
You dodged his hand quickly. “No, you’re not.”
“Oh yes, he is,” your dad cut in, giving you a pointed look from the couch. “And don’t give him a hard time, alright? It wasn’t his choice, it was mine.”
“I know, Dad,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.
Your dad sighed and pushed himself up. “I better hit the road.” He pulled you into a quick hug and kissed your forehead. “Love you, even if you hate me right now.”
You frowned but hugged him back. “Bye, Dad. Love you.”
He gave Beau a nod and a wave on his way out. The front door clicked shut, leaving the two of you alone in the sudden quiet of the house.
“Aww, bunny, don’t pout,” Beau said softly, patting the top of your head. He’d called you that since you were little, it was impossible to stay annoyed when he said it. “He’ll be back in a week.”
He smiled down at you, then grabbed his duffel bag again. You reached for the smaller one before he could.
“I can show you the guest room,” you offered.
Amusement flickered across his face as he followed you down the hallway. “Lead the way, hun.”
You led him down the hallway and pushed open the door to the guest room. It was simple but comfortable, fresh sheets, a big window, and the faint scent of laundry detergent.
“Here you go. There’s an extra blanket in the laundry room if you need it,” you said, nodding toward the end of the hall.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” Beau gave your back a gentle, appreciative pat that lingered just a second longer than expected.
You swallowed hard at the warmth of his hand, then nodded quickly.
“Mhm. I’m gonna go make myself some food,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling awkward. You hadn’t exactly planned on having company.
“No worries, I won’t bother ya,” he replied easily. He tossed his duffel bag onto the bed and headed back toward the living room.
In the kitchen, you filled a pot with water and set it on the stove for ramen. A couple minutes later, a low voice rumbled behind you.
“Whatcha making?”
You startled slightly and pulled out one of your airpods. “Just some ramen,” you said, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.
Beau’s eyes dropped to your hands. Without a word, he stepped closer and gently adjusted the strap for you, his fingers brushing your shoulder. Your breath caught.
“I can order us some pizza,” he offered, voice warm.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that…” You felt weird accepting. He was being so nice.
“Let me, hun. It’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us.” He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his broad chest. “You used to crash at my place all the time when you were younger.”
You smiled despite yourself, memories flooding back. He really had been like an uncle to you growing up.
“Okay, fine,” you said with a small giggle, sliding onto one of the island counter stools.
Beau glanced up from his phone, thumbs hovering over the screen. “Cheese or pepperoni?”
“Whatever you want is fine.”
You started spinning slowly in the chair, feeling a little restless. Beau’s hand landed on the back of the stool, gently stopping your rotation.
“Careful now, bunny. You’re gonna make yourself dizzy,” he said, voice low and amused.
You looked up at him, suddenly aware of how close he was standing. The way he towered over you, green eyes crinkled with that familiar teasing smile.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
“It’s alright,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair lightly. “You’re always moving, aren’t ya?”
He tapped a few more times on his phone, finishing the order. “Pizza should be here in about thirty. You still like cheesy breadsticks?”
“Okay, cool. Thank you,” you said with a smile, hopping off the barstool. “And yeah, I still like them.”
Beau nodded toward the hallway. “Go on, I’ll let you know when it’s here.”
“Thanks again!” You grabbed your phone and hurried to your room, relieved to have a few minutes to yourself.
You flopped onto your stomach on the bed, legs kicking lazily in the air as you scrolled through TikTok. A few minutes later, a soft knock sounded on your door before it cracked open.
“Hey, hun. Pizza’s here,” Beau said, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes flicked over you for a brief second.
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” You quickly pushed yourself up and adjusted your pajama pants before following him out.
On the kitchen counter sat a plate with two slices of your favorite pizza, already waiting for you. A small smile tugged at your lips.
“This looks really good, Beau. Thank you again.”
“Stop sayin’ thank you,” he chuckled, reaching over to pat the top of your head. “But you’re welcome. Now go eat.”
You carried your plate to the couch where he was already settled, a few slices in front of him as he watched some random game on TV. You sat down pretty close, closer than you probably needed to.
Without hesitation, Beau draped his arm along the back of the couch, his hand resting lightly behind your shoulders. He kept eating with his other hand.
You gulped at the warm weight of his arm, heat creeping up your neck. He’s just being friendly, you told yourself, trying to focus on your pizza instead of how good he smelled or how solid he felt beside you.
Once you finished your pizza, you grabbed Beau’s plate too and carried everything to the sink.
“Aww, thanks bunny,” he said, smiling as he watched you. “You used to hate doing the damn dishes as a kid. Look at you now… all matured.”
You felt the weight of his gaze on your back but kept your focus on the plates, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “I still hate it,” you admitted with a soft giggle, opening the dishwasher and sliding the plates inside.
Beau leaned back against the counter. “Your dad got any beer in this place?”
“Uh, yeah, probably in the garage fridge. I can grab you one.”
“Yeah, please. Thanks, hun.”
He headed back to the couch while you padded to the garage, the cold concrete making you shiver as it touched your bare feet. You pulled a cold beer from the fridge and hurried back inside.
“Here,” you said, handing it to him a little awkwardly.
Beau chuckled, taking the bottle from your hand. With an easy twist of his wrist, he popped the cap off. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
You nodded quickly, suddenly feeling flushed, and retreated to your room with a quiet sigh, closing the door behind you.
The next couple of days in a strange, surprisingly comfortable rhythm. Beau had settled in easily, he made coffee in the mornings, fixed the loose handle on the kitchen cabinet your dad had been ignoring for months, and teased you every chance he got. You tried to keep your distance, but it was hard when he was always around, filling the house with his low laughter and that warm, steady presence.
By the second evening, you were curled up on the couch again, this time in an oversized hoodie and shorts, while Beau sat beside you. The TV played some action movie neither of you were really paying attention to.
His arm was draped comfortably around your shoulders, your legs pressed against his as you sat tucked close to his side.
You played nervously with the strings of your oversized hoodie, eyes glued to the action movie on the TV even though you weren’t really into it.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Beau asked, turning his head to look at you.
“Yeah… just bored,” you admitted quietly.
“Aww, you wanna watch somethin’ else, hun?” He reached for the remote, already willing to change it.
“No, it’s okay. I know you like it,” you shrugged.
Beau shook his head with a soft chuckle. “I’m fine with somethin’ else. I’m not gonna make you sit through this if you’re not enjoying it.” He gently squeezed your shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forth in a slow, absentminded motion. “What do you feel like watching, bunny?”
You hesitated, suddenly very aware of how warm he was and how nice his arm felt around you. Your heart picked up speed as you glanced up at him. For a moment, the movie was completely forgotten.
“Uhm, this is really fine, I swear,” you said, suddenly feeling shy and awkward under his attention.
Beau sighed softly, turning more toward you. He reached out and gently caught your chin between his thumb and fingers, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.
“I told you to pick, hun,” he said, his voice low and warm. His thumb slowly brushed across your cheek in a gentle caress. “So pick.”
Your breath caught. His touch was so casual, yet it sent warmth rushing through you. You nodded quickly, eyes wide as you looked up at him. After a second, you mumbled, “Okay… maybe that new horror movie?”
Beau’s mouth curved into a small smirk, but he didn’t pull his hand away right away. His thumb gave one last soft stroke against your cheek before he finally let go and switched the movie.
As the horror film started, the lights in the living room already low, he settled back against the couch and tugged you closer with the arm still around your shoulders. Your side pressed against his chest, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
“You scared of horror movies, bunny?” he teased quietly, glancing down at you.
“A little,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. You pulled your knees up slightly, subconsciously leaning more into his warmth.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” His hand slid down from your shoulder to rest on your upper arm, rubbing slow, soothing circles.
The movie played on, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything except how close he was, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body, and the way his fingers kept lazily tracing patterns on your arm.
The next day passed in a warm, hazy blur.
In the morning, Beau made breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon, while nursing a cup of coffee and teasing you about how you looked half-asleep. He was still his usual charming self, but there was a new kind of tension simmering between you two. Every time he brushed past you in the kitchen, his hand would linger on your lower back. Every shared glance felt heavier.
The rest of the day was relaxed. He worked on his truck in the driveway for a while, and you kept him company, sitting on the hood and talking about nothing important. He took you out for lunch, then the two of you spent the afternoon watching movies and bickering over which ones were actually good. The touches kept coming, his arm around you on the couch, his fingers playing with your hair, the way he’d pull you into his side.
By evening, he’d spent it all on the couch with a six-pack, slowly working his way through it while the two of you watched movies. He wasn’t blackout drunk, but he was definitely feeling it.
You were still on the couch, the living room dark except for the glow of the TV. The movie had ended long ago, but neither of you had moved to turn it off. Beau’s arm was heavy around your shoulders, his fingers idly playing with your tank top.
“C’mere, bunny,” he murmured, voice thick with whiskey and want.
He gently pulled you closer until you were practically straddling his lap. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs slowly rubbing circles over the fabric of your shorts. For a while, he just looked at you, eyes half-lidded, breathing deep.
“You’re so damn pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself. One hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear, then lingered, cupping your cheek. His thumb brushed slowly across your bottom lip.
Your heart pounded. You leaned in first this time.
The kiss started slow, soft and tentative. Beau tasted like beer and something warmer. He let you set the pace for a few moments before he took control, tilting his head and deepening the kiss with a low groan. His tongue slid against yours lazily, unhurried, like he wanted to savor every second.
His hands slid under your tank top, palms hot against your bare skin as he explored your waist and lower back. He didn’t rush. He just kept kissing you, slow and deep, while his fingers traced lazy patterns up your spine and back down again.
You shivered when his hand drifted to your thigh, squeezing gently and pulling you tighter against him. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
“Been wanting this…” he breathed against your lips between kisses, voice rough. “Been good for four whole days, bunny. Tryin’ so hard not to touch you like this.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, one hand moving up to cradle the back of your neck while the other stayed on your thigh, inching higher. His mouth moved to your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch.
You rocked against him instinctively. Beau let out a quiet, strained sound and gripped your hips tighter, guiding your movement just a little.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered against your throat, even as he kissed you again, deeper. “We got all night…”
Beau pulled back just enough to look at you. His breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling under you.
“Been thinkin’ about this since I got here,” he confessed, voice low and rough. His hands slid higher under your tank top, palms warm and calloused against your skin as he slowly mapped out your waist, your ribs, the curve of your sides.
You shivered at the touch. He smiled, slow and lazy, then leaned in again, kissing you deeper this time. The kiss was wet and unhurried, his tongue stroking yours in slow, deliberate movements that made your head spin. You could taste the beer on him, feel the slight stubble on his jaw brushing your skin.
One of his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing firmly and pulling you harder against him. You gasped into his mouth as you felt how hard he was beneath you. Beau groaned at the sound, the vibration traveling through your body.
“That’s it, bunny…” he murmured against your lips. “Keep makin’ those pretty little noises for me.”
You rocked your hips again, slower this time, grinding down against the bulge in his jeans. Beau’s grip on you tightened, guiding your movements with one hand while the other slipped further up your back, fingertips tracing your spine.
He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin just below your ear. When he found a spot that made you whimper, he stayed there, lavishing it with attention until you were trembling in his lap.
His hand under your shirt moved higher, thumb brushing just under the swell of your breast. He didn’t go further yet, just teased, slow and torturous, while his mouth continued its lazy exploration of your neck and collarbone.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered, almost reverently. “So fuckin’ sweet.”
The slow grind of your hips becoming more needy. Beau’s breathing was ragged now, his hands gripping you tighter as he kissed you again, deeper, filthier, like he was losing the last bit of restraint he had left.
But even drunk, he was still gentle with you, never rushing, like he wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
“Fuck it,” he growled softly, voice wrecked. “I need you, bunny.”
He lifted you like you weighed nothing and carried you to his room, kicking the door shut behind him. The second he laid you on the bed, he was on top of you, kissing you hard and deep while his hands tugged your tank top off. He groaned at the sight of your bare chest, leaning down to kiss and suck on your breasts, praising you the whole time.
“So perfect, look at you, sweetheart. So goddamn beautiful.”
You whimpered as he worked his way lower, pulling your shorts and panties down in one slow drag. Once you were completely naked beneath him, Beau sat back on his knees and just stared, eyes dark with lust.
He brought two fingers to your mouth. “Open.”
You obeyed, taking them between your lips and sucking gently. Beau’s eyes rolled back slightly as he watched, groaning deeply.
“That’s my good girl, just like that. Suck on them nice and slow for me.”
You swirled your tongue around his thick fingers, sucking harder while he watched, mesmerized. When they were slick enough, he pulled them out with a wet pop and moved them between your legs.
He teased your entrance first, rubbing slow circles around your clit before pushing one finger inside you, then two. You moaned loudly as he curled them, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb rubbed your clit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he praised, voice husky. “Such a good little bunny, taking my fingers so well.”
He kept pumping them in and out, slow and deep, until you were writhing and moaning beneath him. Only then did he pull them out, quickly stripping off his own clothes.
Beau was big, thick and hard, the sight of him making your mouth water. He stroked himself once as he settled between your thighs.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you softly.
“Yes, please, Beau.”
He groaned at the sound of his name and slowly pushed inside you, stretching you open inch by inch. “Ohhh fuck, bunny, so tight. So fucking perfect.”
Once he was fully buried inside you, he paused, letting you adjust while he kissed you deeply, whispering praises against your lips.
“That’s it, taking my cock so well. Such a good girl for me.”
Then he started moving, slow, deep thrusts that made your toes curl. Every stroke was deliberate, his drunk haze making him savor every second. His hands gripped your hips as he fucked you, pace gradually picking up while he kept praising you.
“Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for me. So pretty when you moan like that.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Beau cursed, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts grew harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
He reached between you and rubbed your clit in tight circles, determined to make you come first.
“Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you cum on my cock. Be a good girl and cum for me.”
You came hard around him, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through you. Beau groaned loudly, the feeling of you tightening around his cock pushing him over the edge right after you.
“Fuck, bunny,” he rasped, burying himself deep as he came, hips stuttering with each pulse.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing. Beau stayed inside you, forehead pressed against yours, both of you catching your breath. Then he slowly pulled out and collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms.
“C’mere,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and sleepy from the alcohol and orgasm. He wrapped his strong arms around you, tucking you against his chest. One hand gently stroked up and down your back while the other played with your hair.
“You did so good,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your temple, your lips. “Such a perfect girl for me. Made me feel so fucking good.”
You nestled closer, still trembling slightly. Beau pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tight, his body warm and solid. Even drunk, he was gentle, kissing you lazily between soft praises and little murmurs.
“Stay right here with me tonight, bunny. Don’t want you goin’ anywhere.”
You nodded against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. His hand kept rubbing slow circles on your back until you both drifted off, tangled together under the sheets.
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𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.
ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader
pt.3
You answered it.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Not complete silence—just the kind filled with soft breathing on the other end.
You frowned, pulling one side of your headphones off.
“…Hello?”
A shaky exhale.
Then—
“Hi.”
Your breath caught.
You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere.
Months.
It had been months since you’d last heard it. Months since the breakup. Months since the last phone call that had ended with both of you crying and neither of you knowing what to say.
And yet, hearing him now felt terrifyingly familiar.
“Heeseung?”
A quiet laugh.
“Yeah.”
The room suddenly felt too small.
You stared at your computer screen, the video still playing in the background, forgotten.
Neither of you spoke.
Neither of you hung up.
“You changed your number?” he finally asked.
“No,” you said softly. “I’ve had the same number.”
“Oh.”
There was a pause.
“I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t be.”
You frowned.
“Why?”
Another quiet laugh, this one more nervous.
“Because if it was still your number, then that meant you were the one picking up.”
Your grip on your phone tightened.
“And that’s bad?”
“No,” he said quickly.
Then, quieter—
“It’s just… I wasn’t sure you’d want to talk to me.”
The confession settled heavily between you.
You looked down at your contact list still open on your phone.
bambi🤍
A white heart you had never removed.
“You called me,” you pointed out.
“I know.”
“Then why do you sound surprised that I answered?”
He was silent for a moment.
“Because,” he said softly, “I was hoping you would.”
synopsis: A summer storm leaves you wide awake in bed with Yoongi.
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warnings: mdni, 18+, pwp, bf! Yoongi, f! reader, fools in love, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, drool mentioned, Yoongi big, riding, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected smut, smidge cum eating, mention of edging (m. rec), size difference, etc
WC: 1.8K +
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
You can't breathe; your lungs shudder with the effort, and your head falls back into the pillows just as the thunder rumbles, followed by a flash of lightning outside the window to your left.
It's raining heavily outside, and your entire apartment is covered in a shroud of black because the electricity had gone out two hours ago. You should be asleep like almost everyone else is right now because of it, but instead, you're crying out, clawing at your bedsheets as Yoongi grips your thighs tighter, keeping you still as he groans lowly between your legs.
He's been teasing your sloppy cunt for ages, driving you crazy with his fat tip against your clit, and you're soaking, dripping profusely, pathetically so.
All night he'd been playing with you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your pretty pussy, and you felt stupid. You'd cum on his tongue, his fingers, and, to the delight of him, just on the tip of his plump cock.
You were a mess, sticky with your slick and his gooey precum, and through your glossy eyes, you could just make out his smirk as your cunt quivered in your latest orgasm. Unabashedly, he dragged his fingers through your puffy folds, swirling the gluey cream onto his fingers before popping them into his mouth with a wolfish grin, savoring the way you two tasted together with a hum, and it made your jaw drop.
Your pussy throbbed needily, and another boom of thunder resonated through the room, drowning out your gasps for a moment. "Yoongi - hic - please," You hiccuped, your eyelashes wet with tears as he kept one of your knees up to your chest. His hand was digging into your soft flesh as he rolled his hips forward slowly, languidly dragging his shaft through your swollen folds again.
You watch him pretend to think about it, his eyebrows furrowing as he glides his hefty cock through your sodden slit, and his mouth feels dry with the way you whine from the back of your throat. Your cunt's frothed with the mixture of his creamy seed and your cum, and it's hypnotizing watching it seep down to your ass and onto the bed underneath you. Still, he's got enough restraint to move his tongue that was stuck stupidly to the roof of his mouth to rasp out a, "you- hah - you think you can take all of me now, pretty?"
It was no secret that Yoongi was big, the biggest. He was thick and plump in girth with a curve that made your mouth salivate, and you'd been begging for him to let you feel it, all of it, but the most Yoongi ever did was give you his tip, letting your entrance stretch taut around the rotund, globular head. It was deliriously delicious, the sting of just that, and the way he'd edge himself in and out, in and out, until you shook underneath him, cumming with a blubbering cry. He'd coo, praising you while circling fat and slow swirls on your pulsing clit with his thumb, but you wanted more.
"More? You're telling me you want more, Baby." Fuck, you didn't know you said that out loud, but Yoongi's dark eyes lowered, and before you could blink, he had you switching positions, forcing your quivering legs to straddle his hips as your cute cunt hovered over his plump tip. "Show me how much more you want."
And you can't help yourself - the invitation too enticing as your fingers dig into his chest, your hips swivel, tilting down, down, down. Your chest heaves, your glossy lips part, and Yoongi gets a front row seat to the lewd expression as your eyes roll back at the feeling of sinking your pretty cunt down his cock inch by mouth-watering inch.
You only get half-way before Yoongi's hips are lifting, rocking up and down in taunting rolls, leaving your ears ringing as he moves underneath you. "Y'know you're not gonna fit it all, if you don't relax - c'mon, Baby, thought you wanted more?" He accompanies each word with an addictive thump, thumping open your gummy walls, bullying his cock in deeper, and your head lolls backwards from the stretch.
"I'm - Oh! Oh!" You're hiccuping out a sob. This was ridiculous; he was so thick and long you couldn't think, you couldn't breathe. And that's exactly how Yoongi liked you: feverish, needy, and cockdrunk. You're barely able to take it, alternating between dragging your drooling cunt up and then back down, swallowing a bit more of his length with each filthy slurp of your pretty pussy and swiveling your hips to feel the way his tip stirred your insides, stretching you wide open.
Yoongi is barely any better than how you feel. His dark eyebrows are knitting together like he was in pain, his hooded eyes zeroed in on the way your pussy was stretched around him, taking him so slowly up and down. You feel so good, snugly wrapped around him; he feels like he might pass out, but he knows you can take more of him, and he says as much. "C'mon, c'mon, Baby - that's it, doin' so good for me. You feel so good." The smile he gives you is dazzling, almost making you lose your footing, and your velvety walls squeeze him tighter in response. "You like that, huh? That's what you've been beggin' for, right? Too be filled, stuffed to the brim?"
Clearly, you're not the only one feeling cotton fill inside your head. Yoongi's eyes are shiny, glossy like the slick that drips down his shaft that's not inside you, and he moves his hand to your mound, displaying his fingers over your body as his thumb finds your clit. He thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing swift circles, and your pussy weeps in pleasure.
"Wait! Yoon- Yoongi!" Each completed swab has you sinking lower, and your hands scramble to press against his chest.
"No, no, don't run - Don't get shy now." His hands grab your waist, keeping your shivering hips still before pulling you down at the same time he pushes his hips up. He doesn't stop until your pretty ass meets his hips, and the tip of his cock knocks into the back of your cunt, stuffing you to the brim.
Your gummy walls spasm around his length, massaging the zig-zag veins that run down his shaft, and you're absolutely ruined in the best way possible.
Your jaw hangs, your eyes cross, and your hands mindlessly map down Yoongi's chest, trying to find an anchor to keep you steady as Yoongi gives you barely a moment to adjust. "Oh! You're so big!" You slur stupidly, and Yoongi's vision swims from the fact that you look so far gone off of him, and the fact that your pussy's taken him all the way down to the hilt. His heavy balls press against your ass as proof, and you twitch adorably on top of him.
Your weepy cunt gives a shuddering pulse, and both Yoongi and you moan as your thighs tremble to pick yourself up. Your pussy slurps lewdly, sucking him tightly until he's about half-way out before you thwack your hips back down, stuffing yourself silly and making both of you gasp as his swollen cock bumps filthily into the back of your cunt, marking it with a few wads of his gooey precum.
You were so fucking pretty, swiveling your hips up and down in such a cadence, mindlessly fucking yourself onto his cock. Yoongi's jaw unlocks into a rambling stupor. He's full of praise, his tongue wetting his dry lips as his swirling dark eyes are fixated on you, your pretty pussy that was molding to his cock, your tits bouncing with each smack, and your fucked-out expression.
"That's it, take what you want - you're so beautiful - fuck! Just like that- you're milking my entire fuckin' cock, Baby."
You're gorgeous, and Yoongi's ears roar with his own heartbeat, drowning out the storm outside as he pulls you down for a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks over yours, swallowing your wrecked moans, and his arms wrap around your back, keeping you tucked into his chest.
He takes over control, locking you into the kiss as his feet plant onto the bed, and his hips buck up meanly to fill you deeper. The new angle has his curved cock punching out noises even you didn't know you could make, and you're pinned, taking each whack of his hips upwards as he sucks on your bottom lip, pussydrunk.
The familiar pooling of heat in your abdomen grows hotter with each thud of his hefty cock drilling into your sopping core, and you're unable to stop the drool that forms at the corner of your lip. You're gonna cum, and both of you know it because you're squeezing the life out of him. Your silky walls are throbbing in addictive pulses, making Yoongi pick up the pace.
"You gonna cum again, Pretty?" He rasps, and your whines hiccup pathetically. Your arms are pinned between you and his chest as he keeps his arms wrapped around your back, so you're left to nod dumbly in response. "What does that make it? Four? Heh, four orgasms to get you stuffed with my cock just how you wanted. Fuck, you did so good for me, and now I want to feel ya cum for me one more time, Pretty."
Yoongi's praise caressed over you, and like your body was waiting for it, your orgasm washed over you like a strike of lightning. Your vision whitened, your muscles tensed, and your moan resonated over the rumble of thunder outside your window.
You gushed with your mouth open in a silent scream, squeezing Yoongi's cock in waves that had him stuttering in tempo. "That's it, let it all out for me." He praised, and you rolled your hips back to meet each one of his nasty thrusts in response. He fucked you through your high, kneading your hips and ass before it was his turn to fall off the deep end.
When he came, he held you close, keeping you stuffed to the brim as his head fell back into the pillows with a low groan. His cock twitched, spilling his seed deep inside your quivering pussy, and your lips kissed along his collarbone as your clock on your bedside flashed 00:00; the electricity was back on.
You felt boneless as Yoongi, and you tried to regulate your breathing, and it was then that you noticed the thunder had stopped, leaving a soft rain in its wake. "C'mon, my love, let's take a shower, hmm?" Yoongi's voice was soft as he danced his fingers down your back, and your cheeks flushed as you tilted your head up to meet his eyes.
"I think you might need to carry me," You confessed, and Yoongi's grin was nothing but amused as he smirked at you.
"Yeah? Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
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