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You have cleaned the entire house. Literally every single corner. The floors are shining, the rug in the living room has been vacuumed of every tiny crumb, and there isn’t a single speck of dust left anywhere (or at least you hope so).

And just now, you've finished the dishes too.

You set the pink mug onto the dish dryer, and with a heavy sigh you rest your yellow-gloved hands against the damp edge of the counter, completely at a loss for what to do next.

Your head tilts to the side as you stare blankly with a grim face at the Hello Kitty mug slowly dripping dry on the rack, as if it’s somehow responsible for your overwhelming boredom.

Well... clearly nobody is saying “hello” to your kitty tonight, because your boyfriend is far too occupied with whatever the hell is happening on his monitor, leaving you to slowly die of having absolutely nothing to do.

So yes, you take back every single thought you’ve ever had about boring men, because at least a boring man would be here next to you.

You had sworn to yourself earlier that you'd leave him alone and let him have his little game night (again) But come on... He's been playing for five hours already, and at this point, he genuinely can't blame you for missing your man.

After few thoughts, you finally peel the rubber gloves off your hands, toss them onto the counter, and head toward your shared bedroom. You push the door open just enough to peek inside, leaning half your body through the doorway to get a view of the room.

Jungkook's gaming setup is tucked beneath the glass wall overlooking the city from high up in the skyscraper. It's a view most people would kill for. But the boy couldn't give less of a fuck bout the view.

He has his back completely turned to you. From behind his gaming chair, all you can see is the back of his head, bobbing slightly while his hands fly frantically across the backlit keyboard and mouse.

"Fuck, he shot me!" Jungkook suddenly barks into his headset. "Tae, you're blocking the door! Move, bitch! Turn left, turn left...Shit, no, the other left!"

You lean your shoulder against the doorframe, crossing your arms on your chest as you keep observing him.

"Kook?"

No response.

"Jungkook," you try again, a little louder this time.

But there is still no answer. He just slams the mouse button, letting out a frustrated growl as his character takes another hit.

You pout to yourself as a petty spark of irritation arises in your chest.

​Pushing yourself off the doorframe with your shoulder, you cross the room until you're standing right behind his chair. You scan his setup; Sitting beside his keyboard are two empty energy drink cans (which he knows you deeply disapprove of). The glass of lemon water you brought him earlier as a sweet gesture to keep him hydrated remains abandoned, and still completely full.

​You let out a scoff, resting both hands on the high back of his gaming chair. Jungkook stiffens slightly, sensing your sudden presence. He uses one hand to casually push the headset cup off one ear, while his right hand remains glued to his mouse, fingers twitching over the buttons.

​"What's up?"

​"When are you finishing?"

​Jungkook flicks his eyes to the bottom right corner of his monitor, checking the time. "In three hours, maybe."

​"Three hours?" you whine, unable to hide your disbelief. "Come on, Kook, you’ve been sitting here for so long already..."

​"I know, but—shit!" He cuts himself off, his eyes widening as an enemy squad jumps his team. His fingers go into overdrive, trying to make his character slide behind a concrete wall in the game. "Wait, hold on babe, give me a second."

​You stand there, leaning against his chair with a thoroughly unhappy expression, watching him work.

​Once his character is safely tucked into a corner, he leans into his mic. "Toilet pause. Give me three minutes," he mutters, hitting the key to mute himself.

​He spins his chair slightly to the side, opening up just enough space for you to slip in. "Sit down." He pats his thigh, looking up at you.

You stay on your feet, the stubbornness taking over. "Can't you just end this already? I'm pretty sure the world won't end if they're down one person on the team."

"It'a an important match."

" Is it?"

​Jungkook lets out a tiny, irritated sigh. You had promised earlier that you wouldn't whine about his game night, and he clearly remembers it. Without waiting for you to comply, he reaches out, catching the hem of your shirt and pulls you directly onto his lap.

" You're complaining again."

​You instinctively wrap one arm around his neck to balance yourself, and tuck your body comfortably against his side.

​"I knoooow," you drag out, resting your chin against the side of his head, "but you didn't say it would take this long. You haven't spent any time with me tonight."

​"I am now. We're talking, aren't we?," he answers smoothly, though your annoyance only spikes when his eyes immediately wander back to the screen to check his health bar.

​"That's not the same!" you protest, nudging his jaw with your fingers to make him look at you. "You're still half in the game."

​He lets out a dramatic huff, but lastly a defeated smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Fine. I'll just finish this match and then I'm all yours, deal?" He leans in, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek.

You roll your eyes at the bare-minimum effort, but your hands move on instinct to fix the collar of his black Supreme hoodie. Determined to break his focus completely, you tug at the material of his hoodie and pull him in for a real kiss.

​It works instantly. For a delicious second, Jungkook ditches the game. His hand finally leaves the mouse, slipping up your leg to trace slow strokes up and down your thigh. You lean into him even more to deepen the kiss, eating up as much of his attention as he's willing to give.

You part your lips, inviting him to slip his tongue inside, and he obliges instantly. You catch the faint, chemical taste of the energy drink he’d chugged earlier spreading on his tongue. You attempt to take the lead and assert at least a bit of dominance, but Jungkook shuts that down in an instant. He tilts his head just right, deepening the angle, and completely steals the breath right out of your lungs. God, he is so unfairly good at this. You never want it to stop.

...But as if on cue, someone decides to ruin the moment;

​"Did JK get diarrhea or what? Bro, they're destroying us!" A muffled voice erupts from his headset.

You let out a frustrated whine as Jungkook tears his lips away from yours. His eyes blown out, as he blinks up at you, completely dazed for a fraction of a second. But the moment his brain registers what is going on, his eyes instantly dart back toward the screen.

​"Kook..." you plead, trailing your lips down to his jawline, attempting to draw his attention back.

​"Babe, I need to log back in," he rasps.

His hand slips off your thigh, reaching back for the mouse as he clicks his mic back on. "I'm here, I'm here. Heading to base, cover me"

He shifts you slightly on his lap, adjusting your weight so he can reach the keyboard properly. His arms frame you on both sides, chest pressed firmly against your back, and he rests his chin right over your shoulder, his breath fanning the side of your neck, but his gaze is completely locked onto the chaotic battlefield.

"Seriously?" You lean back against him.

​Since he still has his headset pushed off one ear, he catches your murmur over the game noises. "You can talk," he mutters absently, but you know damn well he's only saying it so you won't throw a fit right here on his lap.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rattles out from the ear cup, and the screen flashes red.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"Jungkook snaps, his entire body tensing beneath you as he slams his hand against the desk. "Unbelievable. What are these fuckers even doing?!"

"Jungkook..." you say warningly, raising an eyebrow at his sudden outburst.

"These idiots literally don't know how to play," he mumbles, his jaw clenched as he waits to respawn.

You sigh heavily, reaching out to pick up one of the empty cans sitting on his desk. You turn it around in your fingers, absentmindedly reading the label until your eyes land on the bold text: EXTRA PORTION CAFFEINE

"I told you to stop drinking this garbage," you scold him, tapping the can against his forehead.

"You did," he agrees instantly, but his tone is now completely hollowed out by his pure gamer mode.

He's not even listening properly to you.

Setting the can back down, you reach up and tangle your fingers into bis soft hair. "Jungkook..."

He gives a tiny, impatient nod against your shoulder, silently telling you to go ahead and speak while he chooses his ammunition.

"Promise that tomorrow is for us," you demand, tugging lightly at his dark locks.

"Promise,"

"Promise that you promise?"

"I promise, Y/N," he repeats, using your name as if that proves he’s paying total attention.

You narrow your eyes, but a mischievous idea forms in your mind; You’re going to test whether he’s really listening or if he’s simply running on autopilot.

"So...you'll do everything I want tomorrow?" you ask, leaning back just enough to catch a glimpse of his side profile.

He nods. "Yeah."

"Really? Will you take me shopping?"

"Yeah..."

"Buy me a bag?"

"Mhm."

"A Birkin?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Oh, you're so talking trash right now," you mutter.

You aggressively wriggle your shoulder in irritation, shoving his chin off you as you scramble off his lap.

​Jungkook looks at you confused. His hands instinctively shoot out to stabilize you. "Woah–the fuck? What’s your problem now?"

"You,"

"Y/N, come on..." he groans, making a face that practically screams 'Bro, don't make a scene again.' when you try to wriggle from his grasp.

His fingers hook into the elastic waistband of your pants to keep you in place. You try to yank yourself free, but he doesn't let go.

"Kook, it’s so fucking annoying!" You bite out, glaring down at him.

"What is?!"

"You and your shit-ass computer!"

Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes as he reaches for the power button on his PC tower. "God, fine! I'll turn it off, okay? Will that make you happy?"

​"No," Play. Go ahead! you snap,"I don't care anymore. You can literally mold here on your chair for all I care."

Driven by pure annoyance, you raise your elbow and shove his arm away, breaking his grip on your waistband.

​ "JK? Bro, where the fuck are you?" his squadmates' irritating voices crackle through again.

​Jungkook ignores them for a second, his brow furrowing at you when you start grabbing the trash scattered around his desk, crushing the empty cans in your fist and collecting the granola bar wrappers from behind the speaker.

"Not even a girlfriend anymore," you mutter bitterly under your breath. "Just a fucking maid. A live-in housekeeper for a gamer."

Jungkook lets out an unamused huff, clearly fed up with your constant nagging. The moment his friends call for him over the headset again, he mutters a dismissive, "Whatever," and goes right back to playing.

Just like that.

You freeze, holding a handful of crumpled trash, staring at the side of his head in absolute disbelief. He didn't even fight for you. Didn't offer a real apology. He just gave up and went right back to his stupid match.

No way. There is no fucking way you are leaving it like this. You are about to make him regret neglecting you so damn much.

Turning on your heel, you march out of the bedroom. Then, just when Jungkook probably thinks he finally got you out of his his business, you're right back. And you aren't alone. You're back with a damp kitchen towel and you are fully prepared to use it for your evil plans.

Stopping just outside the doorway, you unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt, making your chest more exposed. You take a slow breath and lean confidently over the edge of his desk, propping yourself up on one arm so that your décolletage is on full display. You begin wiping the wooden surface in slow circles.

At first, he doesn't notice. His eyes stay locked on the screen, following his character's every move. Unhappy with his lack of attention, you purposely reach out, sliding the towel beside his mousepad, making sure to touch his fingers with the damp towel.

​The sudden movement finally catches his attention. His eyes wander over to see what you're doing, and the moment he looks, he does a complete double take. His fingers freeze over the keys, while his eyes drop straight to your chest, instantly taking in the deep curve of your cleavage practically spilling into his view.

He quickly darts his eyes up to look at your face, trying to catch your expression, but you turn your head away just in time, hiding your evil little smile.

Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his chair, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek as his jaw visibly tightens. You know him all too well. You know how easily distracted he gets by you, and above all, you know he absolutely loves your tits. And right now, he can't touch a single thing.

"Yo, u guys saw that?!" His teammate practically scream over the in-game chatter.

​"Yeah... saw that." Jungkook lets out a low murmur, his eyes entirely glued to the volume of your chest.

A snort almost escapes your nose. You know he isn't talking about the match.

When you're finally done wiping down his right side, you don't just walk around to the left like a normal person. Instead, you slide directly in front of him, leaning into his even more into his space until your chest is practically hovering inches from his face.

The low cut of your shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, your breasts framed perfectly right in his line of sight. You lazily drag the damp cloth across the surface.

​"Can you... like... scoot over?" you ask, keeping your act innocent, forcing him to move a little bit to the side. "Yeah, thank you."

​Jungkook tilts his head back against his headrest, his pupils blown out as his breathing starts to grow heavier. He looks like a man being pushed to his absolute limit.

​"Y/N..." he gives you a warning look .

"What?" you ask, stopping your scrubbing motions to look at him with harmless eyes.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"This," he mutters, his eyes darting frantically between your exposed cleavage and the glowing monitor. "I'm going to fucking lose."

​You offer him a sweet, utterly ruthless smile, patting the edge of his desk. "Then you better lock in, Kook."

Jungkook lets out a tortured groan, giving your breasts one last hungry look. Before you can even react, his fingers reach up and tangle into your hair, pulling your head back just enough to force you out of his face and up off his desk.

You let out a soft yelp, more out of surprise than actual pain, caught off guard by the sharp movement.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a teasing, challenging glint in his dark eyes despite the tension radiating off him. "Since you're suddenly in such a cleaning mood... why don't you go clean the window?"

"Fuck you," you mutter dryly. You both know you aren't actually interested in house chores right now.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh, his eyes flashing with amusement as he snaps his head back to his monitor just in time to react to an enemy sliding around the corner on screen.

You sure as hell aren't about to make his battle any easier.

As you give one last swipe of the towel across his desk, you deeply make sure to very, very "accidentally" catch the edge of the tall glass sitting in the area of his mousepad. Unfortunately (for him) the entire glass of lemon water tips sideways, dumping a wave of liquid directly into his lap.

​"Ah–shit, babe!" Jungkook whines, as he shoves his chair back, staring down at his soaked sweatpants.

​"Oh my god! Oh no, I'm so, so sorry!" you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth and playing the part of the panicked, clumsy girlfriend to absolute perfection

​You quickly pull a handful of tissues from the box sitting on the cupboard nearby and strut over to him, and stride over to him, immediately starting to wipe down his lap.

"Wait—Y/n, stop—" Jungkook takes a sharp breath, his hands flying to the armrests of his gaming chair.

You completely ignore him and begin methodically dabbing the paper towels over his lap. You take your sweet time, applying pressure, dragging the paper slowly over his clothed dick. Every single time your palm presses down, you feel his lower abdomen lock up, his thighs tensing beneath your touch.

​"Oh, look, some of it ran down the side,"

To make it a little bit harder for him, you slide underneath the wooden lip of the desk, dropping onto your knees in the narrow space right between his thighs to wipe the droplets off the floor.

​"I really didn't mean to, it just slipped," you purr, tilting your head up to look at him through your lashes.

​Jungkook narrows his eyes down at you with, completely tuning out his friends screaming gibberish through his headset. The prominent bulge beneath the damp material of his sweatpants is impossible to miss. You raise a brow at him, when he bites down on his lower lip so hard it loses all color.

​Resting your chin casually on his knee, you look up at him and smile sweetly. "What's wrong, Kookie?"

​"You are evil," he rasps bitterly.

​You giggle softly, reaching up with one palm to massage the firm muscle of his inner thigh. "You are so tense, baby... you really need to relax."

​Keeping unbroken eye contact with him, you push off his legs with both hands, slowly rising up in the narrow space between his thighs. Your palms slide smoothly up over his knees and across his broad thighs, pulling you closer until you're hovering right over his lap. ​When you are finally face-to-face with him, you lean in and plant a juicy peck right on his parted lips.

​"I don't want to interrupt," you mumble right against his mouth, "but I think you're losing..."

​ "And whose fucking fault is that?"

​You laugh, tilting your head to the side with a playful smirk, as he stares at you, completely undone and entirely at your mercy.

.."Well, my job here is done," you hum cheerfully.

You take the damp kitchen towel from his desk and prepare to make your grand exit, stepping over his widely leg to leave him to his fate.

"Wait—where do you think you're going?!" Jungkook gives you a confused look, his hand shooting out to slam his palm against the desk frame, trapping you between his frame and the computer setup.

You stop in your tracks, and tilt your head at the rustrated glint flashing in his pupils.

"You did that on purpose," he accuses. "All of it. Don't even try to deny it."

"Me?" You blink, placing a hand over your heart with the most hurt expression you can muster. "I was just helping you clean up, Kook."

Jungkook groans, his gaze dropping down to his wet lap before snapping back to your face. "Yeah, right. Now help me take care of this," he gestures pointedly toward the undeniable bulge.

"I can't. You need to log back in, remember?"

You raise your hand (the one still clutching the damp kitchen towel) and press it firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his spine hits the backrest of his gaming chair.

​Jungkook lets out a scoff. "You are so fucking dead..."

​Before he can even finish his threat, you bring the damp towel up and gently smack him right across the face with it. The light blow catches him off guard, making him instinctively pull his arm back from the desk to block his face. Taking full advantage of the split second, you slip right past him, striding toward the bedroom door with an unbothered sway in your hips.

​You glance back over your shoulder, flashing him a smile. "Sorry... must have been the wind."

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ᴬᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ᴺᵒᵗᵉ: I am fully aware the "gamer boyfriend jungkook" trope has been done to death already, but well... i just couldn't resist. Had to write my own one n istg i would die if i didn't. ߹𖥦߹ Gamer jk is way too hot to leave him be anyway. Sooo hope u enjoyed ₊˚♡

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This was your first big business trip to NYC. Alone. And despite claiming you had a 'great sense of direction' on your resume, you were currently, completely lost.

Your phone had died ten minutes ago, just as the rain began to soak through your trench coat. Now, shivering, with ruined heels and your hair plastered to your neck, that makes you look like a drowned rat, you duck beneath the overhang of a sleek apartment building, desperate to escape the thick sheet of water.

You press yourself against the cold stone wall right beside the double wooden doors, wrapping your arms around your shivering frame. Great. Excellent. Promoted to regional director only to freeze to death on the nearst street.

You’re so focused on wiping the mascara-tinted water from beneath your eyes that you don't notice the sudden sound of rapid footsteps scrambling up the concrete steps toward the overhang.

​"Damn it. Of all the times to forget an umbrella," a deep voice groans, accompanied by the distinct rustle of bags.

​The sound of the voice hits you before your eyes even register the figure standing just two feet away. And you know that voice. You know it perfectly. It's the voice that used to whisper against your collarbone late in the night. The voice that brushed wet kisses over your sensitive skin as he murmured dirty praises into your ear until you melted beneath his touch.

​You snap your head up.

​Standing under the canopy and frantically trying to shield a brown paper grocery bag full of fresh produce and a baguette from the rain, is Kim Taehyung.

He's wearing an oversized cream-colored coat over a simple white T-shirt (that's clinging slightly to his chest from the moisture) with dark trousers completing the look. His honey-brown hair curls slightly around his forehead, drenched from the rain. He looks effortless. Softer than you remember, and somehow even more handsome.

​Taehyung digs into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a key ring, his brow furrowed in minor irritation, until his eyes casually flick over to the stranger sharing his shelter.

​He stops dead in his tracks. The keys jingling loudly against the quiet hum of the rain.

​"Y/N?" he breathes out. The sound of your name on his lips is laced with absolute shock.

​Your breath hitches in your throat. For a second, the roar of the NYC storm completely fades away, replaced only by the frantic thumping of your own heart against your ribs.

​"Taehyung?"

​His wide eyes blink once, twice, taking in the full, messy picture of you standing there. He looks at your soaked hair clinging to your face, your ruined coat, down to your wet shoes, and then right back up to your face.

​"What...are you doing here?" he asks, holding the grocery bag a little closer to his chest with one arm while staring at you like you’re a ghost. "In New York?"

​"Oh um–I had a business trip," you manage to say, a breathless, slightly embarrassed laugh bubbling up from your chest as the absurdity of the moment crashes over you. "My first time in the city alone for work. Tried to walk back to my hotel, and... well, my phone died, I got totally lost, and then this happened —" You gesture at the dramatic weather. "I just ran under the first dry spot I could find."

​"Wait, so you just happened to end up right outside?" Taehyung asks, his eyes lingering on yours as a soft laugh escapes him.

​"Yes. Pretty much." you nod, shivering slightly. "Wait... do you live in this building?"

​"Yeah, right up on the fourth floor," he says, tapping his key against the wood. "I was just out getting a few groceries before the storm hit."

​"Unbelievable," you murmur, shaking your head. "It really is a small world.

For a long moment, neither of you moves. Taehyung just stands there, holding his soggy grocery bag, his dark eyes fixed entirely on yours.

"It really is," Taehyung finally speaks. "A small world. I mean... I haven't seen you in what, a year?"

"Almost a year," the words leave your lips like a confession.

His gaze softens, a subtle flick of emotion passing through his expression. A year. That was how long it had been since the texts gradually slowed down, since the casual late-night plans stopped being made, since the unspoken boundaries of whatever you were finally frayed into nothing. There had been no big fight. No dramatic door-slamming or tearful ultimatums. Things had simply faded away, until the silence between you became permanent.

​He had slipped through your fingers like water, disappearing without ever saying a proper goodbye. You had spent months trying to convince yourself that you were over it, that a relationship without a title was easy to brush off.

​But standing here, watching the rain glistening in his honey-brown hair, smelling the familiar, intoxicated blend of his cologne mixed with the damp city air, the embarrassing truth crashes over you.

You hadn't gotten over him at all.

You had just put the feeling away in a dark corner of your mind, hoping it would starve. Seeing him now makes every single suppressed emotion flare back to life.

​So this was where he had ended up. New York City.

​"I didn't know you moved here," you admit. "You never said."

​Taehyung’s face falters slightly, replaced by a look of gentle hesitation.

​"I know," he murmursm "Things got crazy. I moved ten months ago for work, and by then, so much time had passed, I didn't even know how to reach out to you anymore without sounding like an idiot." He pauses when he notices your teeth beginning to chatter. "Look at you. You're freezing," he says, his voice softening into that familiar, protective tone that always used to get to you.

Without another word, he slips his key into the lock and unlocks the front door to the building, pushing it open with his shoulder, leaning back slightly as he tilts his head toward the interior.

"Why don't you come inside, Y/N?" he says, his voice turning into a alluring cadence. "You can get out of the cold, dry up a bit, and wait for this mess to clear."

Your breath stops right in your throat. The sudden image of being alone with Taehyung in his private space; trapped in his apartment while the rain batters against the windows, sends a nervous thrill straight down your body. A year of distance, and yet the mere thought of being in his personal orbit again makes your pulse race out of control.

"It’s okay," you stutter out, crossing your wet arms tightly over your chest to hide the sudden tremor in your voice. "I don't want to invade your space. I'll just wait here until it stops."

Taehyung lets out a soft laugh. "You’re not invading anything if I'm literally inviting you, Y/N." His looks at you with an intensity that leaves no room for debate, there is something dangerously persuasive in him. "Come inside. Seriously."

You bite back a small, breathless sigh, the cold and his relentless pull finally breaking down your defenses. "Okay... fine. Thank you."

A satisfied smile tugs at his lips as he steps aside, holding the heavy door open for you. You step inside, taking in the building's exposed stone walls that frame the wide corridor, leading to a classic, slightly cramped elevator with brass accents.

Taehyung leads the way. He taps the call button, and the small vintage elevator doors slide open with a heavy mechanical hum. Stepping inside the tiny square cab, the space instantly feels far too small. The metal doors slide shut, sealing the two of you into an intimate proximity.

The heat in the enclosed space is immediate, but you aren't cold anymore ┈ Far from it. The air between you is charged, thick with a simmering tension that makes every breath feel like a chore. You are both wet from the rain, the scent of fresh rainwater mixing with the warm, addictive musk of his cologne.

Through the corner of your eye, you watch a stray droplet of water escape the honey waves of his fringe. It slowly glides down the side of his neck, tracing the long, elegant line of his throat before disappearing beneath the damp collar of his white tee. You swallow hard, biting the inside of your bottom lip and trying desperately to look anywhere else.

Unfortunately, the elevator walls are lined with polished mirrors. In the reflection, you catch him staring right back at you. Taehyung isn't even pretending to look away; his heavy-lidded gaze is fixed on your reflection, tracing the way your wet hair clings to your neck and the blush rising on your cheeks.

"You know," Taehyung murmurs, his voice echoing softly against the mirrored walls, "you look even prettier than you did a year ago."

You blush even more. "Don't lie to me. I look like a drowned mop right now, Tae."

A slow, handsome grin spreads across his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement as the elevator jolts to a stop on the fourth floor.

"A cute mop," he corrects smoothly, stepping closer as the doors slide open, his shoulder lightly brushing against yours. "And definitely the prettiest one I've ever seen."

You both walk down the hallway and stop in front of apartment 14. As you step inside, you're immediately greeted by an open-concept space that feels so effortlessly him. Soft beige walls, light oak floors, and a calm, lived-in atmosphere. Along one wall sits a large, neatly organized vinyl collection on low wooden shelves, with a turntable resting on top. Abstract prints and framed vintage photographs decorate the walls.

​"Make yourself at home," Taehyung says, stepping further and kicking off his wet shoes.

He carries the grocery bag into the open kitchen, setting it down on the island with a soft rustle.

You remain hovering awkwardly near the entryway, acutely aware of the literal puddle forming around your ruined pumps. "I'm so sorry, I'm getting water everywhere..."

"Oh, Don't worry about it," he says, turning around and taking in the hesitant, frozen way you're standing there. A sympathetic look touches his face. "I'm leaving a trail, too, see?"

He points down to the faint, damp footprints his socks left on the hardwood, chuckling softly. "Stay right there. I'll get you a towel."

He disappears down the short hallway toward the bathroom. A moment later, he is back with a fresh, plush striped towel draped over his broad shoulders, holding a second, larger one in his hands.

Taehyung walks right up to you, completely closing the distance between your bodies. Without a word, he unfolds the soft towel and gently drapes it over your head.

​"Here,"

His hands press gently through the cotton against the sides of your head. Slowly, he begins to dry your damp hair, his movements soft as he rubs the fabric over your crown and down the length of your soaked strands. The quiet rustle of the towel and the steady sound of rain outside are the only things filling the room.

​You stand completely still, your heart hammering against your ribs as he steps even closer. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, smell the rain on his skin, and watch the tiny droplets of water glistening along his cheekbones.

​Taehyung’s hands slow down, his fingers smoothing a stray, damp lock of hair back from your forehead, tucking it tenderly behind your ear. His touch lingers on your warm skin, his thumb tracing a feather-light path along the curve of your jawline.

"I really missed you, Y/N."

​His thumb slides down to rest gently against your bottom lip, pressing down with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

​"Tae..." you whisper, the sound trembling between you both.

​Before the last syllable even leaves your throat, Taehyung crashes his lips onto yours. For one split second, you freeze. The sheer shock sending a jolt straight through your nervous system. But then his hand slides up from the towel, long fingers cupping the side of your neck and jaw, cradling your face with desperate hunger.

​All your defenses crumble instantly. You melt into him, your hands flying up to grip the damp fabric of his coat to pull him closer.

​The kiss is deep, wet, and utterly intoxicating. It’s a messy collision of a year’s worth of suppressed longing. He part your lips effortlessly as he tilts his head, deepening the angle, drinking you in like he’s been starving.

​Then he pulls back just a fraction of an inch, his wet lips brushing sensuously against yours with every breath.

​"God," he growls into your mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this."

​You don't even let him finish before you drag him back down by his collar, completely unable to get enough of him. You kiss him back with equal desperation, your tongues tangling as a soft, helpless moan gets swallowed right in his throat.

​Without breaking the rhythm of the kiss, Taehyung’s hands slide down your shoulders. He works your soaked trench coat off your arms, letting it fall to the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. You kick off your ruined heels with your toes, ditching the extra height and your body flushes completely against his.

​His hands find your waist, fingers digging firmly into your hips through your damp clothes.

​He begins guiding you backward, stepping with you down the hallway without ever severing the kiss. Your feet slide against the floor, your hands moving up to tangle into the soft, light brown waves at the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into you.

​Suddenly, his arm reaches blindly to the side, flicking a wall switch. ​Warm light floods over you both as the bathroom door open fully behind you. Before you can even blink, Taehyung wraps his arms tight around your waist, nudging you backward through the doorway and pushing you inside.

​The bathroom is spacious and modern, filled with the faint scent of expensive soap. With a quick movement, Taehyung reaches up and pulls the towel off your head, letting it fall onto the counter.

​His fingers move to the top button of your damp silk blouse. He pops the first button open, his warm knuckles grazing the sensitive skin at the base of your throat, causing a flurry of goosebumps to break out across your flesh.

​"A business woman, huh?" he trace the sleek line of your pencil skirt and the crisp structure of your work clothes. His thumbs hook under the collar of your blouse, gently parting the fabric just enough to expose the swell of your chest. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "You looked so proper out there... but I know better, don't I?"

​A breathy, giddy smile spreads across your lips despite yourself, your cheeks flushing a deep, intoxicating pink. "Oh, do you?"

​"I do," he hums, popping open two more buttons with effortless ease before his hands slide around to the back zipper of your skirt. His hot breath fanning against your cheek. He pauses, his eyes lifting to meet yours. "Should we take a shower?"

​You let out a soft giggle, leaning back slightly against the edge of the marble sink. "We?"

​Taehyung steps directly between your knees, his hips nudging against yours as he leans down and presses a hard kiss right to the corner of your lips, dragging his mouth down to press against the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

​"Mm... we," he whispers huskily into your skin, sending a violent shiver down your spine. "The shower got plenty of space for both of us. And trust me, sweetheart..." His teeth lightly graze your earlobe, making you gasp before his voice drops an octave. "...I know exactly how to get you warmed up."

​"Then yes, please," you breathe out, the lingering hesitation melting away completely under the heat of his touch.

​Taehyung pulls back just an inch and without breaking eye contact for a single second, you both begin to peel off your rain-soaked clothes. The air between you thickens, heavy with an electric tension so intense it feels like you could strip each other bare with your eyes alone.

​Your fingers work at the rest of your blouse buttons while Taehyung pulls his coat and shirt off tossing them onto the floor. The sight of his bare shoulders and the sleek muscle of his chest bathed in the bathroom light makes your legs squeeze together involuntarily, a sudden, heavy heat pooling deep in your core.

He steps out of his dark trousers, his eyes tracking every single piece of wet fabric as it slides off your skin until you're both completely bare.

Taehyung steps up right behind you, his chest brushing against your shoulder blades as he reaches over your shoulder to slide the glass shower door open. He turns the chrome handles, adjusting the temperature until a perfect cascade of warm water fills the tiled stall.

​Gently, his hands rest on your hips, nudging you forward into the enclosure. "In you go," he murmurs against your ear.

​He steps in right behind you, shutting the glass door. Before the hot spray can even fully wash away the lingering chill from your skin, Taehyung pushes your chest gently against the fogged-up glass wall.

​"Stay like this,"

​Your hands press against the cool wall, providing a thrilling contrast to the scalding water rushing over your shoulders. Taehyung leans in close, his front pressing flush against your back. One of his hands slides firmly around your hip to hold you in place, while his other hand trails down the front of your body, gliding down past your stomach to rest directly at your slick entrance.

​His long fingers circle your center with a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm, parting your warmth under the heavy spray. The sensation of his fingers against your dripping, swollen folds, combined with the throbbing heat of his bare length pressing against your lower back, sends a violent tremor straight through your pussy. His thumb brushes over your sensitive peak, making your knees buckle slightly against the wet glass.

​You tilt your head back against his chest, letting out a soft, breathless laugh as the water cascades over your face and hair, drenching you all over again.

​"You know," you turn your face slightly to glance up at him through wet eyelashes, a playful smirk tugging at your lips, "the whole point of coming up to your apartment was for me to dry off."

​Taehyung leans down, pressing a hot kiss to the side of your neck, his thumb pressing down with deliberate pressure against your center, making a soft gasp break from your lips. "Too bad... You’re only going to get wetter."

​You let out a soft, breathy giggle, but the sound is instantly swallowed as Taehyung grips your hip and smoothly spins you around to face him. Before you can even catch your breath, his hand cups the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your wet hair, and he crushes his mouth back onto yours and your hands rush up to cling to his slick shoulders.

​He slides one large, warm hand down your hip and hooks it under your thigh. Effortlessly, he lifts your leg, hitching your knee up high against his hip. You instinctively wrap your arm around his neck to anchor yourself, your body flushing completely against his.

​His free hand guides his hard length directly to your dripping entrance. He pauses for one agonizing second, his thumb caressing your cheek as his dark gaze locks onto yours through the rising steam.

​"God, Y/N," he breathes against your lips.

​With one powerful, deliberate push of his hips, Taehyung slides all the way inside you.

​A loud, helpless moan echoes off the wet tiles of the stall, completely drowned out by the roar of the shower. The feeling of him filling you so deeply, so completely after a year of agonizing space, makes your walls pulse tightly around him. Taehyung snaps his head back, his jaw clenching as a dark growl rips from his throat.

​"Fuck," he rasps, his hand digging firmly into your raised thigh to hold you steady as he begins to pull back and drive right back in.

The pace he sets is brutal, fast, and completely unyielding. His hips snap against yours with a slap that echoes over the steady roar of the water, every deep, hard drive slamming right into that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside you.

"Tae—ah!" you gasp, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as your back slides slightly against the glass wall.

His eyes snap to yours, burning through the steam as his thumb presses directly onto your swollen clit, rubbing in fast circles right at the point of impact. "Tell me you missed this. Tell me no one else touched you like this."

"Only you—God, Tae, yes!" you cry out, completely undone by the devastating combination of his heavy thrusts and his merciless fingers.

The praise pushes him over the edge. He hooks his arm tighter under your knee, lifting you an inch higher as his thrusts become shorter, harder, and desperately frantic. You shatter around him with a breathless scream, your internal walls clamping down on his length in sharp, pulsing waves of pure ecstasy.

Hearing your undone cry and feeling you spasm around him snaps the last thread of his control. Taehyung groans loudly, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he buries himself as deep as he can go, driving into you three more punishing times before spilling his burning heat deep inside you with a heavy, full-body shudder.

He stays pinned against you for a long time, both of your chests heaving violently as the warm shower spray continues to cascade over your tangled bodies.

.... .... ....

A half an hour later, the chaotic downpour outside has settled into a steady pitter-patter against the apartment windows.

You’re wrapped in an oversized, impossibly plush white robe that belongs to Taehyung. A fresh towel is wrapped snugly around your damp hair, and your bare feet are tucked comfortably beneath you on his massive sofa.

Taehyung walks over from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants. His light brown curls are still damp, messy, and endearing as he hands you a chilled glass of crisp white wine.

"Here you go,"

"Thank you," you smile, taking the glass.

He sinks into the couch right beside you, pulling your feet into his lap without asking and resting his large hand over your ankles. On the wall-mounted screen in front of you, the opening scenes of a romantic movie begin to play, as you sit in the warmth of his space, sipping wine while his hand absentmindedly strokes your skin.

You had missed this. Missed his presence, his effortless warmth, his smell, and the quiet, domestic safety that only ever existed when you were near him

Taehyung turns his head, his dark eyes studying your quiet face in the soft light of the TV. He takes a slow sip from his own glass before leaning closer, his shoulder resting against yours.

"So," he speaks up softly, his thumb tracing random paths over your ankle. "How long are you actually in New York for, Ms. Y/L/N?"

You smile into the rim of your wine glass, tilting your head toward him. "Two weeks. I've got a whole series of meetings and branch reviews to run."

A slow happy grin pulls at the corner of Taehyung's lips. His dark eyes glint with a quiet, dangerous promise.

"Two weeks?" he hums, leaning in until his breath warm against your cheek. "Then you'd better make sure you visit this apartment very often, Y/N. You've got a whole year's worth of lost time to redeem.

° 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: ​Man, I always forget to make them like wear protection while being freaky 💀 Please don't do this in real life, people! ALWAYS use protection!! (Unless u want kids) Btw I'm thinking of doing a much longer fanfic soon, but I'm still gathering plot ideas in my mind ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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You had dressed for a lazy night of hanging out with your boyfriend, but three hours earlier, he collapsed onto your shared bed, utterly exhausted from his intense schedule. Left to your own devices and bored out of your mind, you migrated to the couch, seeking comfort in familiarity.

Which of course means that you are re-watching Twenty-Five Twenty-One for from something like tenth time already.

In your hands, you hold a tube of Biscoff ice cream (The good kind; the one packed with thick, crunchy biscuit bits that require a bit of effort to dig out. ) You dig your silver spoon into the caramel-swirled cream, mining for a particularly large chunk of cookie while your eyes remain glued to the screen.

It is the scene. The scene. The one where Na Hee-do and Baek Yi-jin are running through the night after turning on the school’s outdoor water fountains, transforming the courtyard into a spraying, sparkling wonderland. The music swells while the nostalgic youth of the characters radiate through the screen.

You lean forward slightly, an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It is your absolute favorite moment in the entire drama. Every single time you watch it, it makes your chest ache with a specific kind of longing.

Click.

The faint sound of the bedroom door unlatching cuts through the K-drama soundtrack.

A moment later, a sleepy Jungkook emerges into the dim light. His dark hair is a wild mess, sticking up in different directions from the pillows. His eyes are half-laced with sleep, blinking heavily against the soft glow of the television, and his lips are naturally pouted out in that vulnerable way they always are whenever he first wakes up.

He looks soft, entirely stripped of his stage persona. Without saying a word, he drifts toward the couch, and automatically gravitates into your space, as he presses himself next to you.

Before you can even adjust to his sudden presence, Jungkook leans down, his lips brushing against the bare skin of your shoulder where the oversized t-shirt has slipped down. He presses a soft peck there, the heat of his mouth sends a shiver straight down your spine.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he drops his chin right onto your shoulder, nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. His hair brushes against your jawline, tickling your skin as he clings to you, still deeply wrapped in the haze of sleep.

​"Why aren't you sleeping, baby?" he murmurs, his breath fanning against your neck as his arms blindly reach around the cushions to find your waist.

"I wasn't really tired," you answer, tilting your head a fraction to make room for him.

You shift into a more comfortable position against the sofa cushions, settling your back against the solid plane of his chest. Even as you move, Jungkook refuses to detach himself; his face remains on your shoulder, while his arms finally secure themselves tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Reaching down, you dig your spoon back into the pint, mining for another perfect chunk of biscuit bits. You lift the silver spoon up and guide it right under his mouth. "Open."

Jungkook doesn't even open his eyes all the way. He just blindly parts his lips, taking the cold, sweet bite off the spoon. He let's a low hum of approval, that vibrates directly against your spine as he swallows the rich cream.

You smile, digging out another spoonful for yourself and popping it into your mouth. Your eyes quickly dart back to the tv screen, trying to catch up on the scene, but Jungkook can’t seem to sit still. The quiet innocence of his sleepiness is already beginning to melt away. The coldness of the ice cream still lingers on his lips as he begins to trail them slowly again up your neck, finding the sensitive spot right under your ear and pressing a slow kiss there.

"Kook. Stop, I'm watching," you murmur, a breathless laugh escaping you as you try to shrug your shoulder to ward off the electric spark his lips leave behind.

​He doesn't stop. Instead, he shifts his weight, drawing his head back just enough to look at you. "Why are you watching that if you can have romance right here?"

​A soft snort escapes your nose at his sheer audacity. Before you can even retort, Jungkook moves, his broad shoulders coming directly into your line of sight. He completely blocks out the screen, replacing the flickering light of the K-drama with the sharp line of his jaw and his hooded eyes. He leans in, his lips pressing a short and warm kiss right against the front of your throat, exactly where your voice box is.

​The sudden sensation makes you gasp, your head instinctively tilting back, your chin lifting up to give him space, while the characters on the screen are in the middle of a sweeping, emotional confession, their dialogue pouring out into the quiet room.

​But Jungkook doesn't care about the script.

​"...Y/N," he let's a needy murmur against your skin.

​Letting out a soft sigh, you reach out with one hand, blindly grabbing the remote from under the pillow, and click the pause button. You look at him fully this time, both of your hands now tightly squeezing the sides of the cardboard ice cream bucket in your lap, your knuckles turning a little white under his gaze.

​"You're not gonna let me watch it, right?"

​Jungkook lets out a breathless huff of a laugh, his head tilting slightly to the side as a lazy grin spreads across his lips. It's a beautiful, mischievous expression that tells you everything you need to know.

​"Nope."

You shake your head amused by his stubbornness, and dig the spoon back into the softening pint one more time. You lift another generous bite of the ice cream to his lips, and Jungkook takes it cleanly. But he doesn't pull away this time. His dark eyes intensly lock onto yours, holding your gaze with a focus that makes your breath hitch. As he finishes the bite, his front teeth intentionally trap the silver spoon, holding it firmly between his lips, refusing to let you pull it back.

Your heart flutter at the immediate shift in the room's atmosphere.

Before you can even react, the hand that was resting at your waist wraps around you fully, then in one fluid motion, Jungkook pulls you up and guides you until you are fully straddling his lap. With his other hand, he reaches down, taking the heavy bucket of ice cream completely out of your grip and setting it carelessly onto the arm of the sofa.

With the ice cream gone, he tilts back against the cushions of the couch, drawing you down with him so you feel the full heat of him beneath you. The long hem of thr oversized shirt rides up high over your bare thighs, leaving only the soft pink lace of your panties between your skin and his sweatpants.

​Reaching up, your fingers gently take the silver spoon from his mouth, a quiet laugh escapes you as you plunge it straight down into the center of the ice cream bucket so it stays upright.

​Then you shift closer, your hands moves naturally to rest flat against the sides of his neck. Jungkook looks up at you from his reclined position, his gaze focused on your face. His hands slide smoothly beneath the wide hem of the big shirt you are wearing, the heat of his palms making direct contact with the bare skin of your hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles into your skin.

​"You are so annoying," you murmur softly, though there is absolutely no venom in your voice. Your fingers gently trace the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

"I just missed you."

​"Jungkook, I was right here," you whisper. A soft smile breaking across your face as you look down at his sulky, handsome face. "I've been in the house the whole time."

​"Nah," he grumbles, his chin tilting up just a fraction as he points toward the paused screen behind your shoulder. "Mindly, you were over there. Thirsting over Baek Yi-jin."

​A genuine laugh escapes your lips again. The absurdity of him being genuinely envious of a fictional character from a drama you have already seen so many times is peak Jungkook. You reach up with one finger, gently pushing your stray bangs out of your eyes so you can look at him clearly.

​"You're not wrong," you tease softly, leaning down just a fraction of an inch until your breath fans over his lips. "He is very charming."

Jungkook’s eyes darken instantly at your words, the lazy amusement in his expression shifts into something much heavier. Before you can tease him any further, the hand resting on your waist begins to move. His palm travels up the sensitive skin of your ribs, his fingers trailing a path of pure fire up your spine. The sudden, intimate heat of his touch makes a violent shiver run straight up your back, your shoulders tensing as you instinctively lean closer into his chest.

"How many times are you going to watch this stuff anyway?" he mumbles, his voice low. "Even I have half of the dialogues memorized because of you."

Your fingers tangle into the soft, messy curls at the nape of his neck. "Till the day I die, probably."

Jungkook lets out a mocking scoff, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."

Before you can even process the dare in his voice, his fingers find the clasp of your bra. With a single flick the hooks part. Your eyes widen in pure surprise, a small gasp catching in your throat as the straps slacken.

You pull back just enough to look down at him, a playful scold on your lips. "Hey, don't rush. I'm returning to my show as soon as you behave."

Jungkook tilts his head, a dangerous chuckle vibrating in his throat. "Who said anything about letting you go back to it?"

He shifts, sitting up much straighter against the sofa cushions. The movement brings you higher, your thighs gripping his waist tightly as he hooks his fingers into the hem of the oversized white t-shirt. In one smooth motion, he pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor, along with your bra.

The cool air of the living room hits your bare skin, making your breath hitch, but before you can even complain, Jungkook’s hands are back on your waist, holding you in place. His eyes sweep over you with an sweet appreciation that makes your heart hammer against your ribs.

"Look at you," His voice rough and thick as his gaze lingers on the contrast of the pink lace against your skin. "You're barely making any effort for your boyfriend, hm? Sitting here in my clothes, ignoring me for hours."

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but the words turn into a sharp, breathy moan as Jungkook leans forward and buries his face in your chest. His lips are hot, pressing a slow, bruising kiss right against the slope of your breast, his tongue lightly darting out to lick at your skin.

You arch into him, your hands desperately gripping his broad shoulders for balance as another wave of shivers hits your body. "I am making an effort," you pant out softly, your fingers digging into his shirt. "It’s just... low effort."

Jungkook scoffs against your skin, his hands gripping your bare hips tightly, pulling you impossibly closer against his lap.

"Yeah? Then let me show you what high effort looks like."

​He doesn't give you a second to breathe. Leaning in, he presses one last, lingering lick to your sensitive nipple, making your entire body twitch before his mouth moves upward. He leaves a trail of stinging little bites from the center of your chest all the way up to your collarbone, marking your skin with a needy possessiveness.

You gasp at the sharp, sweet sensation, your fingers tangling desperately into his hair. Before you can recover, Jungkook shifts his head and finds your mouth, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

The heat between you boils over instantly.

Guided by the friction of the kiss, you begin to grind down against him, your hips rolling slowly against his lap. The movement causes a low growl from Jungkook's chest. Your hands slide down from his shoulders, slipping under the hem of his shirt to press flat against his abdomen.

The moment your palms make contact with his rock-hard, heavily defined abs (the clear result of how often he's been working out lately) a breathless moan escapes into his mouth. Just the tactile sensation of his toned torso beneath your fingers makes your head spin.

​Jungkook breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale, his breathing heavy and ragged as your movements drive him crazy. His large hands slide down from your waist, his thumbs slipping beneath your pink lace panties to find your center. He begins to rub firm circles right over your clothed heat. The intense pleasure hits you instantly. You throw your head back, your spine arching as you ride out the wave of heat pooling between your thighs.

​Seeing the vulnerable line of your throat, Jungkook leans up, his dark eyes hooded as he watches your expression. "You like that, hm?"

​You moan, your eyes tightly shut as his thumbs keep up the agonizingly perfect rhythm. He leans in closer, his lips pressing against the side of your throat. "I can't hear you, Y/N. Tell me."

​Frustrated by the teasing and completely overwhelmed by the friction of his hands, you shift your weight, your fingers digging tightly into his sides.

"Stop asking stupid questions," you pant out, opening your eyes to glare at him with absolute desire.

​Jungkook’s eyes flash with pure amusement. He cuts off any further complaints by pulling you into another fierce, demanding kiss, completely consuming your mouth until you're entirely breathless. When he finally pulls away, his hands grip your hips firmly, lifting you slightly as his dark gaze locks onto yours.

​"Stand up," he commands softly.

You push yourself up, your knees leaving the sides of his thighs as you stand fully in front of him. You are slightly surprised when you realize he isn't moving with you; instead, Jungkook just leans back comfortably against the sofa cushions, spreading his arms out over the backrest. A deeply satisfied smirk pulls at the corners of his lips as his dark eyes slowly track up and down your body, taking in the sight of you standing right in front of him in just your pink lace panties, with your hair completely disheveled .

​"What are you waiting for?" he cocks his eyebrows up. "Strip for me, baby."

​A quiet huff escapes your lips, a sudden wave of heat rushing to your cheeks as his intense gaze burns right through you. Under the weight of his attention, you slowly hook your fingers into the sides of the lace. You slide them down your hips, stepping out of the fabric. His eyes chase the movement with rapt, hungry focus, and a pleased hum escapes his throat the moment you are completely naked before him.

​Jungkook doesn't waste another second. He sits forward, his large hands reaching down to grip the waistband of his heather-grey sweatpants, pushing them down along with his boxers to free his length, already fully hard and waiting for you.

​"C'mere," he breathes, his dark eyes snapping back up to yours.

​You step closer and straddle his lap once more, the heat of his skin shocking your senses as you settle over him. Jungkook’s hands instantly find your hips again, his strong fingers anchoring you as he guides the tilt of your pelvis, aligning you perfectly before he slowly pushes up into you. A breathless gasp leaves your lips, your hands flying to his broad shoulders for support as he fills you completely.

​He lets out a ragged groan against your neck, his hips rolling in upward surge that makes your toes curl.

​"You're so greedy tonight," you pant out, your fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back as he guides your rhythm, dictating the agonizingly deep pace.

"Can you blame me? I wake up, and my girl is out here staring at the TV, completely ignoring me for some fictional guy."

​"Jealous?," you whisper, teasing him, trying to ignore the ache growing between your thighs.

He huffs bitterly. "When I'm in the room, your eyes are supposed to be on me. Understand?"

​He leans up, his lips brushing against yours, his hot breath mingling with your shallow pants.

​"As you please," you breathe out.

​The submission in your voice is all it takes to break the last of his restraint. Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens until his knuckles turn white, and he begins to pound into you, relentless and deep, the rhythm fast and unforgiving. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through your core, making your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders.

Each thrust feels impossibly deep. He fills you so perfectly, so entirely, that every single drop of your focus is pulled right to the center of your core where the pleasure is building into something overwhelming.

You feel completely weak under his touch, your limbs trembling, entirely at the mercy of the powerful, upward surges of his hips. Your hands grip his broad shoulders desperately as you melt into his heat. Jungkook doesn't slow down, his breathing growing ragged and loud in the quiet room as he completely takes over the rhythm.

​And right behind your head, forgotten in the dim living room, the tv screen remains completely frozen. Baek Yi-jin stays perfectly paused mid-sentence, looking straight ahead into the room as if he is forced to watch the entire dramatic confession get thoroughly outdone by a very, very needy boyfriend.

° 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: Hi!!!🥹 First time posting, kinda nervous. ​​I really wanted to do smth cozy n domestic, and just a little bit spicy (a tint tiny bit lol) Plus ++ needy boyfriend Jungkook is my absolute fav trope to ever exist, so I couldn't resist making him the star of my first post ♡♡♡ ​Please excuse the mess while I figure out my rhythm around here! Comments and feedback are always welcome!!! ˚⊹:⟢

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