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Jungkook doesn’t know why you ran off as quickly as you had, but you did. You remembered the way your mouth salivated, your stomach churned and you sprinted to the nearest exit. The girls restroom was empty when you arrived, and you hadn’t even bothered to lock the stall door before you dropped to your knees and vomited right into the toilet.

Graduation day was when you found out you were pregnant. The small letters that held the eight letter words appeared as though it was laughing at you. You couldn’t find a single picture of you at said graduation where you appeared content. Your mother, at the time, just told you it was woe of you growing older and off into the real world. Only you knew the true reasoning at the time.

Your mind travels to that day often. From finding out you were pregnant, to receiving Jungkook’s letter. He hadn’t delivered it to you personally, and instead had been given to you by someone walking by. You opened the card, your brows knitted together as you read it.

You recall the way your heart jolts at the way he writes your name. Jungkook apologized for making you uncomfortable. He pleads for forgiveness, stating that he’d do whatever for you to forgive him, even if it meant that you and him wouldn’t go back to the way things were before.

You found Jungkook in the crowd of excited teenagers. His eyes lit up, you noted. With anticipation. Even then, he was pleading with you for forgiveness that he had no fault in. In just a quick moment, your mind flashes with the amount of times you and he have been together, to then at the graduation.

How would Jungkook react to the news of your pregnancy, you asked yourself. How would your friends? Your parents?

Unlike Jungkook, you hadn’t thought about universities and where’d you go. You promised your mother that after a year break, you’d start classes again. Now, however, you were certain you couldn’t do what you planned.

You placed the card back into the envelope, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook and turning to walk away. You don’t see the way his face falls or his shoulders falter. With your back turn, he doesn’t see the way your eyes tear up a bit before you force them away.

That was 13 years ago and your mind always wanders back to that same night. You ignored Jungkook’s calls, but each time his name flashed onto your screen, you thought about answering. You thought about telling him about the pregnancy - about your own confused feelings you felt for him.

You hadn’t. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. His nervous doe-like eyes, always shy and low whenever you were around. He often kept them hidden behind his hair, possibly hoping it’d assist him in camouflaging entirely.

Jeon Jungkook was quiet. The only time he spoke was when he had to, the teacher choosing him at random. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute - and that was something you couldn’t reveal to your friends. While you listened to them gush about who they hooked up with, who was hot or not, Jeon Jungkook wouldn’t make the cut.

“He probably humps his pillow.” your friend, Lia, cackles, turning her head away from Jungkook and back to the group; to you. It was one of the many times Jungkook had been caught staring. His cheeks are a bright red. He leans low in his chair, hunching a bit to avoid further eye contact.

“I think he’s got a crush on you.” Ava cackled, covering her mouth with her manicured hand - the same color and design that matches all of your hands perfectly. 

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute, but you were young. You were popular. You had a reputation - even if you realized after the fact that it was dumb. “I bet I could get him to do my homework…he’s such a loser.”

You didn’t mean anything you said to your friends about Jungkook, yet you never defended him aloud. You continued to use Jungkook to your advantage - allowing him to do your homework and copy off of him when needed. You teased him while your friends all watched.

You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. It’s the reason you found yourself having fun with the boy. It was probably wrong to use him for your own personal gain, but the rose tint on his cheeks followed by his shy eyes were just too hard to resist.

It’s why you kept it on - forcing him to smell your panties. Told him to touch himself in front of you, calling him pathetic with how excited he was; it was all to feed your ego. It wasn’t right, but it felt like it.

Your favorite memory was during study hall when you asked Jungkook to help you with a project - something he always did himself while you sat pretty beside him. He looked cuter this time, round glasses on his nose as he focused on the laptop in front of him for information. It was quiet in the library, only a few students scattered around. 

Jungkook had stiffened when your hand placed itself on his thigh. You begin to tap your fingers upwards, reaching closer and closer until it’s at the twitching dent. “You aren’t going to stop me?” you recall asking him. “I bet you want people to catch us like this. That’ll boost your popularity, won't it?”

Jungkook’s lips part as you force your hand into his pants. His head whips around to the quiet library. A few tables away is a girl with her head against the desk, most likely asleep. Rows of bookshelves hide the librarian in the front.

“I still can’t believe a nerd like you has such a big cock.” you murmur, leaning closer. “You’re happy, aren’t you? You like the way my hand feels around your cock.”

Jungkook’s body shuddered at the feel of your squeezing hand right on his covered cock,  his underwear appearing tighter and tighter against him.

“Say it.”

“I like it.” Jungkook squeaked out, low and pathetic just as you said. 

You knew he did. Dare you say he liked it just as much as you. You continued to grind your palm against his cock, watching him closely as his eyelids began to flutter. His breathing quickens, attempting to hide it to now draw too much attention to the two of you..

“Say you’re lucky to have me.” you lean closer. “Say you’re pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic.” Jungkook’s hand curls into a tight first, his heart pumping so radically outside his chest. “I am lucky…to have you, Y/N.”

You told yourself the giddy feeling you felt in your heart was just a stroke of your own ego. You had giggled low when he came in his underwear, the warm substance sticking against him sickly. You kissed his cheek, just inches away from his lips and told him, “I know.”

You thought back to the time Jungkook had told you that he loved you for the first - and only - time. How you proceeded to ignore him - his calls, letters, all of it. You told yourself that it had gone too far and you weren’t doing anything but further toying with Jungkook who had admitted to you that he loved you. 

Then, you found out you were pregnant.

In a way, you created a monster, you think. You were the reason Jungkook had grown older, harboring these feelings towards women all because you were too much of a coward to face him. To face your friends if they ever found out what you were doing with him.

Now, Jeon Jungkook is back in your life. He’s taller, even more handsome and successful - everything you aren’t.

Jeon Jungkook was correct about a lot of things.

Your car has been repossessed. 

You’ve taken out more loans than you should’ve.

You were behind on bills.

You watched your reflection in the glass door of the bank, your eyes staring right back at you. It was 10 minutes before close. You wouldn’t say you didn’t recognize yourself, it’s just the you that you hadn’t seen in years.

You deposited the money into your account far too quickly, only a bit ashamed of yourself in the way you’ve gotten in. However, the expenses you had didn’t wait for you to gain money morally. 

“Miss Y/L,”

You offered a strained smile as you entered the building. Your eyes scanned the open gym, several children - of all ages - littering the vicinity. Your eyes immediately went towards where the older ones were, pre-teens and teenagers alike. You spotted him almost instantly and your heart jolted.

“Hello,” you glanced away and towards the voice that greets you. “I have to, uh,” you opened your purse to take out the check you’ve gotten from the bank. “make a payment, of course.”

Your cheeks were warm once you handed over the check. You’ve known Lisa for years now. She’s a kind middle aged woman who always has her cat-framed glasses on her nose. She takes the check you hold out gently and inspects it. She tries to hide her surprise.

“It’s what I’ve owed and also to cover the next few months.” you responded meekly. Your palms began to sweat a bit. 

Lisa has never judged you or any parent. It was her who gave you the extension on your payments as she understood what it was like. “I was a single mother at one point in my life, too.” she told you one evening almost three months ago. Your eyes were watering when you told her you couldn’t pay to be a part of these gymnastics classes anymore.

Your eyes glanced back at him, your son. He’s tall and lean, his time doing gymnastics since he was young had added only a couple years to his age. He was only 13, but could pass as 15. His hair was dark and wavy, and his eyes resembled the same ones you witnessed for the first time in a decade.

 13 years.

“Did you take out a loan?” Lisa questioned, her voice low. She looked concerned and you can tell by her voice alone. “Miss Y/L, I didn’t want you to do-”

“No loan.” you shook your head, your heart jolted once your son met your eyes. Training was over, but he never stopped until he saw you enter the building to come get him. He was on the parallel dip bars, pushing himself up, his legs straight and his shoulders tight. “Um…his father…helped.”

You tore your eyes away from your son to look back at Lisa. She’s met you as a single mother to a 4 year old, your son hyper and bouncing everywhere happily. You never mentioned a father before and even now, you appear uncomfortable.

“Ma!”

Your eyes blink once, then twice. You had spaced out yet again, this time your mind going down a lane full of memories that you couldn’t help. You probably looked insane right now, you think, staring at your son as the two of you eat - or at least him.

“You spaced out.” Ji-tae states matter-of-factly. He takes a bite of his pizza, an abundance of toppings nearly falling off of it. “You’ve been acting weird for a few weeks now. Is everything okay?”

You offer your son a low grin. “You forgot who’s the parent and who’s the child?” you tease. You grasp the bottle to take a sip of your drink. “I’m fine,” you say once you’re done sipping. “just trying to get back situated with work, you know?”

Ji-tae nods his head a bit. He isn’t fully convinced, but you almost never shared your own issues with him. As far as Ji-tae needed to know, you were working a new job that allowed you to drive a nicer car. You had more money to splurge on him, buying him whatever items he asked for without a blink of an eye.

Your son doesn’t need to know the brand new car is from Jungkook, your boss who happens to share the same dark eyes as him. 

“What do you do?”

Your eyes twitch a bit, but nonetheless you remain calm. “Assistant.” you reply. “Why do you ask?”

Ji-tae shrugs his shoulders. “Curious.” is all he says, taking another bite of his pizza. 

You know your son. He’s scrunching his nose in a way that tells you he wants to say something, but is holding back.

“Ji-tae,” 

Your son looks up at you. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, your heart jolts once more. 

Ji-tae knows you only call him by his name if you are being serious.

“What's wrong?” you ask him, assuring to keep eye contact.

“I think I want to quit gymnastics.”

Your eyebrows knit. “What?”

If it's one thing your son loves, it was the competitiveness that was gymnastics. He often overworked until he was able to get a certain move close to perfect. Several awards lined the shelves in his bedroom.

“Grandmother,” 

Immediately you groan - because of course it had something to do with your mother.

“said you didn’t have the money-”

“What did I tell you, Ji-tae?” you don’t mean to sound harsh. You aren’t upset with your son in the slightest. Your mother, however, always found it hard to not discuss whatever issues you were having with your child. “It’s my responsibility to worry about you.”

“Not the other way around…” Ji-tae trails off. He swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing. “...but if it’s too expensive-”

“It’s not.” you stand, the chair scrapping behind you. 

You move faster than you should right now. Your phone is on the kitchen island and you snatch it and Ji-tae is fully aware of what you’re doing. 

Your mother answers on the third ring, sounds cherrier than she should right now. You walk out of the room to assure Ji-tae wouldn’t hear the conversation. 

“Why are you telling my son things that don’t concern him?” you ask as soon as your mother answers the phone. “He should never know about what the fuck-”

“Y/N, do calm down.” your mother tells you. Her tone is sickenly sweet, but you’ve been raised on it your entire life. It was her ‘mother knows best’ act, something she pulled constantly. 

“Tae said he wants to quit gymnastics because you told him I couldn’t afford it.” you spat out, but not too loud for your son to hear. 

“Well can you?”

Jungkook was correct about a lot of things that evening. He knew about your car being repossessed, so oftentimes you borrowed your mothers or found your own way. He knew about the small, yet several loans; though he didn’t know that it was for Ji-tae and his hobbies - gymnastics, that led to tournaments at the end of the week, being the most expensive. He knew you were behind on several bills, but that was to assure that Ji-tae had whatever he needed.

What Jeon Jungkook didn’t know was the very existence of your son. That was something you intended to keep a secret as much as you could.

It was your mother’s idea to keep your pregnancy a secret. No pictures. No being seen when you didn’t need to. The plans you’ve made with your friends - the travelling, the late night fun and partying - were gone. 

“Please tell me what I’ve deserved to become a grandmother at this age?” your mother asked during dinner one evening. You were five months, bump forming underneath the oversize shirt you wore. “How many times have I warned you about this, Y/N? I wanted you to be more than a pretty face, you know? But look at you now.”

It was also your mother’s idea to sign custody over to her. It made appearances easier, she told you. On paper, sure, she was the mother. But it was you doing the late night feedings and caring for J-itae. 

“Do you even know who the father is?” your mother questions lowly on Ji-tae’s first birthday. It’s a question she hadn’t asked you prior. She’s holding him in her arms, a bright smile on her lips as she poses for pictures. 

“Well?” your mother's voice brings you back to reality. You’ve spaced out far too many times lately. “Tae told me you started a new job, honey.”

“I did, mother.” you clench the phone to your ear. You inhale slowly, closing your eyes. “I am capable of taking care of my son, mother. If you can’t respect my wishes, then maybe you shouldn’t come around anymore.”

“Excuse me?” your mother laughs. “You’re being dramatic, Y/N. I was just trying to help-”

You hang up. Your heart is racing. You rarely stand up to your mother. For years, you attempted to see things from her point of view. How embarrassed she must’ve been when people soon realized the child she claimed as her own, would slip up and call you mommy. The facade had fallen when Ji-tae was 5, but luckily most of your friends were long gone and those who remained hadn’t believed the facade for a second.

Jungkook, you’ve learned, has changed over the last decade.

And Jeon Jungkook has a daughter.

Jeon Jinah is five. She looked so much like Jungkook, so much so that you pondered how her mother looked. The Jeon genes were strong, you thought, as when it came to Ji-tae and Jinah, it appeared Jungkook gave birth to them himself.

Meeting Jinah for the first time had sent a shiver up your spine, the resemblance to your own son was uncanny. Her eyes are dark like Jungkook’s and Ji-Tae’s. Her stare appeared cold when her father introduced you to her. She peered up at you as if alarmed by your presence.

Then, she smiled a smile that had your heart tugging. You knew that smile all too well.

 Maybe it was because she reminded you of the Jungkook you’ve known in high school. The boy whose eyes sparkled with innocence. The boy who was so caring and shy; nice and genuine. 

Maybe it was because the smile resembled that of your own son.

Jungkook watches the way Jinah takes your hand in both of her smaller ones, tugging you into her bedroom. He notices the way your eyes roam around the large room, marvelling at how high the ceilings were and how large the bed was for a small child like her. The closet had to be as big as your own bedroom, and she even had a bigger bed than you did. 

Jungkook lingers in the doorway as his daughter speaks to you. She rambles, speaking without taking a break. She shows you everything in her room  - the expensive tea cups that Jungkook bought that surely weren’t kid friendly as they were decorative glass from Europe. Behind one door, is a second closet, only she tells you it’s for her dolls. You’re almost jealous of the toys when she shows you the clothing, all designer brands you couldn’t pronounce.

After a month, you realized that you appeared to be working for her instead of her father. How you managed to juggle between Ji-tae, who had training every day after school, to Ji-nah was something you yourself couldn’t comprehend.

Jungkook had given you one of his many cars to drive where you picked her up from the home - the same home you also had a key and security codes to. 

Jeon Jinah has a strict schedule, you noticed, and you began to realize that Ji-tae inherited more from Jungkook than you. 

Each day, you’d come an hour before Ji-nah was set to wake up to prepare her school lunch and breakfast.The first day, Jinah insisted that you eat with her and Jungkook, who only began work after his daughter was in school. Everyday since then, it’s become a routine - only because your son soon insisted on his own strict schedule; morning run, protein shake with breakfast, then to school where he often took the bus to.

After breakfast, you would get Jinah ready for school. That consisted of helping her with her school uniform and doing her hair in whatever style she preferred - on Wednesdays she wore pigtails. 

As Jinah was in school, you accompanied Jungkook to the office. The first day, he had given you everything you needed that concerned the girl. Her doctors numbers and emergency contacts outside of his own. Her preferred fruits and vegetables and snacks - he was as organized as you remembered him.

After school, you were surprised to learn that Jinah also did gymnastics. Obviously, it was also a gene she and your son had to inherit from Jungkook. Three days out of the week, she trained in a luxury studio you could never afford yourself. The following two days were ballet and on Saturdays, recitals.

You couldn’t stop the feeling that everything, especially after another month, has become…domestic. You told yourself it was because of Jungkook. In the mornings, he would brew coffee as you made breakfast. He finds watching you shape the pancakes for Jinah in little hearts - simply because she enjoyed it - fascinating. He wouldn’t tell you, but he was expecting you to be bad at this. However, you adapted to the role naturally.

Jungkook was touchier, holding your hips as he passed you or even kissing you at times; actions you never questioned him about.

Maybe it was when Jinah had her last recital at the end of the month when you felt the domestication at its highest. Jungkook had insisted you sit with him instead of being backstage as you always had. His arm circles around your waist and he’d whisper in your ear ever so often about nothing in particular that it had the hair on your neck rising.

Or, possibly now. Jinah is in bed and she asks you if you could stay with her for the night. Sure, she wakes up with you there, but it isn’t the same. In the short amount of time, you understood what Jungkook meant on the first day of him feeling as though she needed a woman. You only agreed because Ji-tae himself wasn’t home and instead was with his friend for the night.

Jungkook doesn’t tell you about the cameras he has in his home. The one he watches you through frequently. Even now as he sits at his desk, the night sky and city lights surrounding him, he hears the way his daughter pleads for you to stay the night with her. He watches the way you get into the large bed and hold her close.

Jungkook continues to watch until he finds that he’s watched for hours. His ears perk when your phone rings and you struggle to get it without waking Ji-nah. He hears you murmuring on the phone; “Tae, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook didn’t know who Tae was.

“I’m working now.” you say, voice low but he can hear you perfectly fine. “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, too.”

You’re asleep when Jungkook gets home late that night. Usually, you’d be up waiting for him to return so you could go. He doesn’t bother you. Instead, he allows you to sleep as he closes the door and makes his way down the hallway to his own bedroom. His mind ponders on who’s Tae - a boyfriend? Would you have fucked him if you had one? Surely he wouldn’t know - there isn’t anything hinting that you were in a relationship. 

Yet, you tell this person that you loved him. That you’ll see him tomorrow.

Jungkook finds that he doesn’t care - not deeply at least. After all, in a way, he owns you now more than ever.

The domestication doesn’t end there. As a month turns to several months, you begin to ponder on your relationship with Jungkook. It wasn’t professional in the slightest - the sex was the main indicator. Sleeping with your boss wasn’t ideal, but you never denied him when he made advances, partly because you understood your place. He was correct when he said you’d let him.

You understood that you had to keep Jungkook happy. Keeping Jungkook happy meant that Ji-tae could have whatever he needed and more. It meant that you could save the hefty amount of funds Jungkook gave you for your son, a college fund you always told yourself you would start. It meant that you could make on time payments for his gymnastics and pay the fees needed when championships arrived.

But the more you worked under Jungkook, the more you began to question what it was that he had you doing. You, Jinah and him attending an amusement park wasn’t something you should be doing. It felt too personal, but you did simply because Jinah wanted you to. Her small hands in yours and Jungkook's. 

A part of you even wished your son could join.

“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes now.”

It’s Jungkook’s voice that gets you out of your thoughts.

You blink a few times before shaking your head. Your eyes glances at Jungkook. He was cooking, chopping up various vegetables, more than he usually would, but he wanted Jinah to try more. “What’s on your mind?”

You straighten your shoulders, turning your eyes away from him. It’s one of those rare occasions that Jungkook wasn’t at the office. Though you saw the man in various suits that served him well, or even naked as unprofessional as that was, you find that his relaxed attire was your favorite. His shirt is dark and loose and he’s wearing sweats that hang only a bit low on his waist.

“...I…”

Jinah is in her room and had been coloring when you walked down the hall to get her a snack. It was when you smelled the food and witnessed Jungkook in the kitchen that your mind wandered. 

“...you?” Jungkook raises a brow, giving you a glance before returning to cutting the vegetables. 

“Is that all the work you have for me?” you ask. In hindsight, this job was perfect. The pay, the benefits - it all was. But you couldn’t help but feel like this was just the calm before the storm.

“Do you want more work?” Jungkook asks cooly, not bothering to look up at you. “I thought Jinah and her energy would’ve drained you by now.”

You shake your head, even if his eyes weren't on you. You’ve dealt with Ji-tae for years and knew just how to deal with an energetic child.

“I love being around Jinah.” you admit. “It’s just…it doesn’t seem like work. I feel like a mom.”

Your lips curl shut.

Jungkook hums, the knife slicing against the cutting board. This time, he glances up at you just as the last piece of onion is diced. He places the knife down and offers a raised brow. 

“Is that a bad thing?”

You catch Jungkook’s eyes. They’re hard and unblinking, waiting for you to answer. 

“Is it a bad thing?” Jungkook repeats, a bit louder. “I could have you at the office doing boring paperwork, but instead you’re here.” Jungkook raises a hand to motion around his home. “I trust you enough to care for my daughter. You’re debt free…what more do you want?”

“I never said I wanted more.” you turn away from him. You didn’t even know what you were asking for. “Forget it.”

You make your way to the cupboard to find Jinah a snack. In a way, Jungkook is correct, there isn’t any more you could ask for. Your job was entirely too easy that it has you questioning what Jungkook’s plan was continuing further. 

Before you could turn around with the cookies you got for Jinah, Jungkook is behind you. You hadn’t seen him gather the vegetables into the boiling pot and set it to low. His hands are on your waist, lips against your neck.

“What if I told you I don’t have any intentions in letting you go?” Jungkook murmurs against your neck. 

You swallow, a shudder running up your spine. “And why is that?”

“Why would I?” Jungkook snorts. “I just got you back.”

Jungkook is kissing your neck now. Your lips part a bit. “13 years is a long time…” you trail off, a slight tremble in your voice. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Jungkook says against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. His hands roam upward slowly, going underneath your shirt. At the feel of his hands along the bare skin of your stomach, you let out a short breath. “A long time to still be hung up on one girl, right?”

Jungkook presses himself against you, his crotch grazing your ass. 

“You talk as if you’ve been waiting for me.” 

You lean back far enough for your back to touch Jungkook’s chest. You were a weakling, you think, fully submitting to Jungkook so easily with little fight. 

“Maybe I have.” responds Jungkook. His tongue glides against your neck.  “Maybe I am as pathetic as you once used to say.”

Jungkook’s fingers reach your bra. He slides them up until both of his hands are engulfing your breasts. Gently, he squeezes them, the sensation has your eyelids fluttering a bit.

“I think back to how you treated me back then - when it was just you and me.” Jungkook strokes his tongue upwards. “How much of a bitch you were to me and how much I liked it.” he murmurs, his voice lowering in just a way that has your thighs clenching. “When you called me pathetic…when you’d say I was lucky to have you do that to me.”

You lick your lips. Your right hand gently clenches the cookies in your palm. Jungkook begins to rut his hips into you.

“You were pathetic.” you respond without thinking. For a moment, you stop. Your eyes snap open and your heart jolts - you didn’t want to upset Jungkook. He was the one that held all the power between the two of you. You couldn’t risk your mother's words being right or your son worrying about you.

However, Jungkook doesn’t appear to be upset. If anything, your statement seems to excite him further. He whimpers in your ear, his hold on you growing tighter.

“And that’s why I kept on.” you continue. “I wanted to see how far you’d let me go.”

“You knew I liked you.”

It isn’t a question. Jungkook wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was in his youth.

“I knew you liked me.” you nod. “That’s what made it more fun. I liked the flush look on your cheeks when I’d bend over.”

Jungkook squeezes your breast, his breath hitching - he remembers those days too. The first time you were wearing bright yellow panties that he thought about the rest of the day. So much so that the first thing he did when he got home was cum right into his hands at the thought of them; an action that left him feeling utterly disgusting afterwards.

“I liked when you’d stutter when I spoke to you. How you’d do whatever I wanted you to.”

Jungkook’s right hand lets go of your breast and slides them down - lower and lower - until they’re forcing its way into your pants.

“You were such a pervert, too.” you gasp when Jungkook’s fingers fingers your clothed clit. This was happening entirely too fast, but the both of you were enthralled, forgetting where you’re at. “Doing anything I told you to.”

“You knew I would.” Jungkook breaths as he twirls his fingers over the fabric. 

“I was only teasing when I told you to smell my panties.” you giggle - which is soon followed by a moan with how much pressure Jungkook is putting in rubbing. “But you did it like the perverted little boy you were.”

“Stop acting like you didn’t like it.” Jungkook jerks his hips once more, his bulge hardened. “You liked how perverted I was. Isn’t that what made you jump on my cock?”

You gasp, Jungkook’s fingers finding their way between the moist fabric of your panties and planting themselves right on your clit. 

“Maybe…” you swallow, your head falling back. He twirls his fingers roughly. “...I felt sorry for you.”

It’s a lie and you know it. You did like how perverted Jungkook was for you and you alone. 

“Is that so?” Jungkook hisses. Another squeeze to your breast. “Is that why you told me I felt so good inside of you?”

Your eyes squeeze shut. Jungkook didn’t forget a second of that day - and it was only one time. Sometimes he thinks how many other times he could’ve had you if he hadn’t slipped up and admitted he loved you. It’s the reason why he doesn’t intend on letting you go anywhere now - making up for lost times, he tells himself.

Jungkook doesn’t know those feelings he felt for you all those years ago were reciprocated.

“Daaad!”

Instantly, Jungkook removes himself from you at the sound of Jinah’s voice. Her feet sound immediately after, paddling down the hall. You stumble, but catch yourself before you could fall. 

Jinah enters the kitchen seconds later, eyes bright and wide and a smile on her lips. 

“Jiji…” Jungkook trails off, looking at the small girl. “...remember what I said about coming in here while I’m cooking?”

Jinah nods her head. She’s holding a paper in her hands. “Accidents.” she murmurs. “Look!”

You turn, cookies in hand as Jinah shows what she has colored to Jungkook.

Jungkook is already rounding the corner, a tint to his cheeks. He washes his hands, eyes flickering to you for a mere moment before turning back to Jinah.

“That’s amazing.” Jungkook says, smiling down at his daughter. You watch him, unsure why you find him to be cute whenever he speaks to Jinah. He isn’t cocky, he isn’t demanding. He’s just Jungkook. 

“It’s me and you and,” Jinah turns to you, pointing at her with her left hand. “Y/N!”

“I see.” Jungkook takes the paper from Jinah’s small hands. “And a dog…” he chuckles, his eyes flickering to the small blob at the corner of the page. “Want to see?” 

Jungkook is speaking to you now. He furrows his brows.

“Y-Yeah.” you stutter. Your feet work for you, paddling towards Jungkook and Jinah. “Wow,” you say, your voice raising like it always did whenever you talk to her - or to small children in general. “It’s so nice.”

Jinah beams up at you and Jungkook in a way that has your heart jolting.

“Let’s go hang this up.” you speak to Jinah. “Right along with the other ones.”

Jungkook allows you to take the crayon drawing from his hands, avoiding his eyes. Then, Jinah takes your hand in her smaller ones and drags you down the hall, far more excited than he’s ever seen her before.

In Jungkook’s eyes, as a young teenager going through far too many hormones and emotions, you could do no wrong. It didn’t matter that he did almost all of your work and expected nothing in return - because your attention was enough. 

Jungkook realized that you were becoming a bad habit - one that had him skipping classes whenever you asked. You and he would sit right behind the school, an area secluded by tall trees and shade that left the two of you completely hidden. He recalls that this was one of his favorite memories of you. Before you had mounted him, wrapping your bare pussy around his cock and he uttered those words, you’d tease him right here.

Still, your friends didn’t know and Jungkook was positive they never would. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such. 

“You are such a cutie without your glasses.” you’d tell him, removing the frames from him and offering a low grin, your lips glistening with gloss. You begin to chew calmly, as if savoring the minty gum in your mouth. Your lips sparkle with the right amount of shine underneath the shade.

You always thought that even with said glasses, Jungkook was handsome. “I bet all the girls tell you that.”

You’re teasing him, you always do. “I don’t talk to other girls.” he’d say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that you’d never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only. 

“How come?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t tell me you actually like me?” you giggled, this time instead of hovering above him, you take a seat right in his lap. Your skirt is short, as is every girl in your friend group, and it rides up when you sit. “You’re like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.”

Jungkook swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. His pants are just as thin as your panties and he feels it all. He stiffens, his cock growing embarrassingly hard as the seconds roll by, and he knows you feel it, too. 

“I was right.” you giggled, tilting your head to look at him. His tinted cheeks are as cute as him, as was the humiliated expression on his face. “You can be so pathetic at times, you know?”

Softly, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he agrees silently.

You watch Jungkook closely, your eyes trailing across his face. To his rosy lips, soft eyes, to the sharpness of his jawline. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didn’t want him to become like the other boys in school.

You lean closer to Jungkook, your crotch rubbing against him. He lets out a soft whimper at the friction. His lips part, his eyes widening as he watches you. You’re chewing the gum, this time flattening said gum along your teeth, pushing your tongue through and blowing. It pops in his face, a breeze of mint tickling his nose.

“That’s okay, Kookie,” you tell him, both of your hands settling onto his face. He could die right here, he remembered thinking, and he would be fine with that - right underneath you and in your full control “I always wanted a dog.”

Your lips fall onto his and instantly, he tastes the coconut gloss. Your tongue forces his lips apart without a fight, your tongue sliding across his possessively until he feels soft, sticky texture against his own lips. Your hips jut so softly, teasing his hardened cock against you that he’s positive you’re toying with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

When you pull away, Jungkook inhales and nearly chokes when the gum threatens to go down his throat.

“Excuse me -Y/N!”

You stop in your tracks at the sound of your name. You turn around with knitted brows. You’re holding a box that’s full to the brim with different envelopes and paper, all assigned for you to organize - only because Jungkook had nothing else for you to do while Jinah was at school. Currently, he’s in a work meeting just down the hall and in view, the windows showcasing the amount of people and possible investors inside. 

“Oh,” you offer a smile at the man. Ren is his name. He sports a soft smile your way, pushing a black cart in front of him. “hello Ren. How are you?”

“Great!” Ren exclaims. “I noticed the box you’re holding is full. Need a hand?”

Ren is one of the many assistants here that do whatever they’re told. Coffee runs to answering phones to scheduling meetings. He is indeed pushing a cart that appears to have different arrays of office supplies. “Stocking up?”

Ren nods, going around the cart to take the box from your hands. He places it on top of his cart, pushing aside a stack of papers. “Sasha likes fresh inked pens every other day.” he states. “Kaede goes through paper like crazy, so he needs his printer to be stocked daily; insane right?”

You walk besides Ren as he makes his way down the hall. With each step, the conference room comes into view. Behind it, Jungkook is speaking, using his hands to motion as he does so. You ponder what he’s talking about, but you and Jungkook rarely speak of work.

“How is it working for the big boss?” Ren questions. “He scares me.”

You glance Ren’s way, snorting. “Jungkook scares you?” you ask, tone a bit teasing. However, as your mind thinks further into it, it was obvious why Ren would find Jungkook intimidating, especially when he was a small fish compared to the shark that was Jeon Jungkook.

“You…” Ren trails off, brown eyes widening a bit. “...call him by his name? He allows that?”

Your cheeks warm at the realization, now remembering that you were the only one that didn’t speak to Jungkook professionally. You didn’t want what you were doing behind the scenes to be outed and have everyone suspecting you fucked your way into a job - even if that’s exactly what you did.

“Mr. Jeon and I go way back!” you say quickly just as you were about to pass the conference room. For a moment, behind the glass, Jungkook looks your way. His eyes glance between you, then Ren, then back to you. “We went to the same high school.”

You take your eyes away from Jungkook to focus back on Ren.

“Oh.” Ren sighs out in what you swore was relief. “I see. You two must be good friends then.”

You and Ren stop at the elevator, your destination, the top floor where Ren’s never stepped foot in. He wonders if he was even allowed without Mr. Jeon present, but you step inside just as the doors open and motion for him to follow you. Once inside, he straightens his shoulders.

“Working with Mr. Jeon isn’t all that bad. He’s very punctual, but I suppose I understand why others might find him scary.”

The elevator moves, going higher and higher.

“Yeah.” Ren murmurs. “We don’t really cross paths often, but when we do it’s…” Ren hums. “...he seems very powerful, in a way.”

You snicker. “Really? You speak of him as if he’s some type of super villain.”

Ren himself chuckles, a tint growing on his cheeks. “I mean, he is powerful. Super wealthy and still so young. We all work directly under him in this company that he’s built. I suppose I would say I find him admirable.”

The elevator dings just as Ren finishes talking. As the door opens, Ren’s eyes widen at the luxurious sight; the same way you had when you first entered the same office months prior.

 Your heels click as you step inside. “You can just put the box on my desk over there.” you tell Ren. “And, I know what you mean. Mr. Jeon is admirable…”

Ren pushes the cart into the office, the sudden feeling of being under dressed overcomes him. Suddenly, his shoes weren’t shiny enough, his shirt not the correct quiet luxury brand that he knows Mr. Jeon wears. 

“What was he like in Highschool?” Ren questions. He grasps the box and does what you tell him to. 

Ren is young, you note, and if you had to guess, possibly fresh out of college. You ponder if this was his first “real” job where he wishes to climb the corporate ladder. He still has a bit of a baby face, his eyes containing the twinkling sense of hope that died for you years ago.

You blink a few times, your mind drifting back to the quiet kid in the back of the class that was Jeon Jungkook. Shy, timid and though not a loner, only contained a small group of friends around him. 

“Smart.” you respond. “Always the top of our classes. He’s helped me a lot with my own work.” you admit, that warm feeling coming back to your cheeks. “It isn’t surprising that he has all of this.” you wave your hand around, gesturing to not only the office, but to the entire company. 

“You and him were good friends?”

Ren himself thinks maybe he’s asking too many personal questions, but you hadn’t glared at him yet like others had. During his time working for this company there was only a selected few who actually treated him kindly, you being one of them.

“We…lost touch after high school.” you avoid answering the question on whether you and Jungkook were friends. Could you call it that? You used Jungkook like a tool and he allowed it, hiding whatever “relationship” you and he had from your friends.

What would you tell Ren? ‘Yes, Mr. Jeon and I go way back that I even had a secret child with him who to this day he has no idea about!’ It wasn’t idealistic.

The elevator dings again. Ren turns his head to the sound, his eyes widening when Mr. Jeon steps through. 

“Sir,” Ren bows his head a bit, his hands gripping the metal cart.

Jungkook blinks towards Ren. His eyes then trail towards you. “How’s the filing coming along?” he questions. 

“Just about to get started.” you murmur, glancing back towards Ren behind Jungkook. “Ren was helping me bring it up here.”

Ren blinks, panic flowing through him when Jungkook turns back to him. “Oh.” is all the older man says. 

“I’ll be taking my leave, Sir. Y/N.” Ren murmurs. He can feel his palms growing sweaty at being far too close to Mr. Jeon. 

“You do that.” Jungkook says as he steps deeper into his office. He rounds his desk to sit down.

You glance at Ren as he enters the elevator. The door shuts before you could say your own farewells. You couldn’t shake off the sudden uneasy feeling that clouds the office, but you otherwise don’t say anything about it.

The next hour is met in silence as you do your job - filing paperwork, making copies and even scheduling in your work laptop. Jungkook himself is silent, typing away at his computer. He hadn’t said a word the entire time and you weren’t sure if that was good or not.

“What were you and Ren talking about?”

Another hour had passed when Jungkook had spoken. You look up from your laptop to offer him a glance. 

“You.” you answer.

“What about me?” Jungkook scoffs. 

“He finds you admirable.” you squint your eyes his way. “Asked what it was like working alongside you.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything further, so you do.

“He reminds me of you.” you say truthfully, glancing back to your screen. You continue to type. “Back in Highschool. He still has that sparkle in his eyes.”

“Ah,” Jungkook hums. “you like that, don’t you?”

You stop typing. Slowly,  your eyes trail up to Jungkook from  your own desk. Your eyes connect with his.

“What does that mean?” you question.

Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. “You like that sparkle in his eyes.” he states coolly. “It’s like you have a radar for pathetic beings to take advantage of.”

“Excuse me?” you hiss, eyes widening at his words. 

“What, Y/N, are you going to fuck him next?” Jungkook snickers. “Are you going to ruin that sparkle he has in his eyes, too?”

You bite the inside of your cheek until it throbs. Your hands clench slowly. “What is this about?” you murmur dangerously low. “Are you jealous…of Ren?”

Jungkook scoffs before laughing entirely. “Please, Y/N.”

You close your laptop, glaring eyes piercing right through Jungkook. “I think you are.” you shrug. “Maybe through Ren you see what you once were.”

Jungkook doesn’t find anything funny anymore. He watches you push back your chair and stand.

“After all these years, you’re still upset about what happened in high school.” 

Jungkook’s eyes dance down your figure. “Where are you going?” he questions as he witnesses you gathering your items. 

“For lunch.” you state. “Maybe I’ll ask Ren if he wants to go anywhere-”

“You’re going to get that boy fired.” Jungkook spats. He stands, rounds his desk and stalks towards you. “Sit-”

You push yourself away from Jungkook as he grasps your arm. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“And you’re the bitch who lives a good life because of me.” Jungkook hisses right back. “You don’t get paid to flirt in front of my face. Is that the reason you asked for ‘more work’.”

“Flirting…flirting in your face?” you snap, now genuinely appalled by his words.

At least you were right, you think, Jungkook was jealous. To think someone like him with the amount of endless money and resources would be jealous of someone that found him admirable.

“Even with all this money and power you have, Kook, you’re still the same pathetic loser who I fucked and left all those years ago and nothing is going to change that.”

You stiffen at your own words. You didn’t mean to say it aloud - or at all -  you were just upset. Only your mother knew how to pinch a nerve in you like that, and now Jungkook was jabbing that same nerve repeatedly.

Immediately, you squeeze your eyes shut and mentally curse at yourself. It was a sensitive topic  for not only Jungkook, but for you, as well. When you were triggered, you’d resort back to the person you once was -  a total bitch. Those words had your mind flashing rapidly - to the look on Jungkook’s face when you opened his letter, to those words your mother spoke to you; “I wanted you to be more than just a pretty face. Look at you now.”

 “I didn’t mean-”

“Yes you did, Y/N. That’s okay.” Jungkook interrupts. At first, upon hearing the lack of malice in his voice, you thought maybe he was telling the truth.  “You think you can do better without me?”

Jungkook’s voice is dangerously low. When your eyes flutter open, he’s directly in front of you. Those dark round eyes of his are hard, piercing right through you.

“You think…”

You yelp when Jungkook’s hand slams into your head, yanking a fist full of your hair. 

“...you could do any better than what I give you? I may be the same pathetic loser, but you’re still the whore that needs my help.”

Jungkook presses himself against your body. Maybe it’s the way your eyes glared at him after you called him pathetic, or maybe it was just the words - whatever it was, it caused his cock to harden. Your words rang true to the core. Deep down inside, even with all the money and notoriety he’s gained remains the same boy who was shy and reserved. The boy who followed your every word - the boy who was still stuck on you for years to come.

You inhale through your nose, taking a deep breath. You and Jungkook lock eyes, neither of you speaking but the both of you seething - and entirely a bit too aroused by the other. What you and Jungkook had going on wasn’t ethical, but it was good. Even if you weren’t sure where it was going to lead to. 

“The whore you fell in love with.” you murmur, your own eyes hardening. “What does that say about you, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook’s throats make a noise. He’s less angered now, finding the way you’re looking at him far too appealing. His grip in your hair softens. 

“Do you still love me?” you ask rather boldly. It’s fast, but your eyes flicker to his lips, the beauty mark underneath said lips was something you always found cute, as weird as it sounded. “After all these years, Mr. Jeon?” your voice softens, teasing him further. “I bet after I broke your pathetic little heart, you tried to find me in every woman you’ve been with since then, huh?”

Jungkook licks his lips. Maybe your words were harsh - true, however - and it was weird, but he finds that his cock is twitching in his pants right now. Your eyes are glaring daggers into him with such anger and annoyance, but yet you’re still so beautiful. So alluring that he bucks his hips into you further.

“And none of them satisfied that itch that you obviously still have for me.”

Your hand reaches up to touch his hand that’s still in your hair. Jungkook’s throat makes another noise, a whimper that notifies not only him, but you, that you were far too correct. 

“Admit you’re jealous.”

Jungkook furrows a brow, asking a silent question.

“Of Ren.” you murmur, slowly removing Jungkook’s tattooed hand from your head. Your thumb caresses the top of said hand, eyes watching Jungkook. 

“I can never be jealous of someone who couldn’t take you from me.” Jungkook speaks coolly. “I’m pathetic but not incompetent. You’re right where you want to be. Where I want you to be.”

It’s weird that Jungkook has a switch to him. How he could freely admit that he was so pathetically down bad for you while also being so confident that whatever he felt you also reciprocated. 

“How can you be so certain this is where I want to be?” you raise an eyebrow. “I could just be using you until I get bored.”

You aren’t expecting a low smirk to form onto Jungkook’s rosy lips. Sure, you aren’t too serious - it was just playful banter. But still, you wanted the man to gravel at your feet, not match your pettiness.

“You’re good for that, aren’t you?” Jungkook murmurs. “You want to hear me say that I’m jealous of another man to stroke your own ego, huh?”

Jungkook removes his hand from your own to place it onto your cheek. His thumb places itself on your lips, tracing it slowly. The closeness of the both of you causes heat to radiate off of one another. You can feel his bulge against you, the heartbeat between your legs only growing with each passing second.

“You aren’t leaving me.” 

Unblinking are Jungkook’s eyes as he speaks; straight to the point. He doesn’t budge an inch, his closeness radiating even more heat that flows throughout your entire body underneath his gaze.

Jungkook is serious, but the way you hear it is not the way he intends. Your mind hears Jungkook’s “you aren’t leaving me” as if it's something you couldn’t afford to do. No, it wasn’t that at all. What Jungkook truly means is he wasn’t going to allow you to leave him again like you had all those years ago; shut him out and go your separate ways. Not again - not ever.

“You can’t stop me.”

And of course you spoke. You couldn’t help yourself. The smug look on Jungkook’s (handsome) face was enough for you to want to prove him wrong.

“If I wanted to leave, I could.” you continue. “Just be happy I haven’t yet.”

“But you aren’t going to.” Jungkook says, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck. 

Your lips part, a soft breath passing through as Jungkook’s palm cups your neck, fingers digging ever so gently into it.

“Did you think I was joking with you when I said that you’ll do as I say?”

With a free hand, Jungkook grasps your waist to bring you closer to him. His grip on your neck tightens. 

“Before, I gave you a bit of a choice.” Jungkook murmurs, bringing himself closer to you. His nose grazes yours softly. “Now, however, I’m not.”

Jungkook’s lips are the softest pair of lips you ever tasted. You learned that though he was a man, he had a thorough routine that left his skin soft, his hair silky and smooth and his lips soft.

Even if your body craved for Jungkook that left an aching heartbeat between your legs, it’s your own will that pushes the man away - even if he didn’t go far. A slap sounds throughout the office so loud and sudden that it stuns even you.

Jungkook’s stinging cheek doesn’t upset him - no, the opposite. He’s even more excited by your action that he almost asks you to do it again.

“You talk as if I belong to you.” your eyes squint at the man.

“You do.” Jungkook responds without a second passing. “I’ll be damned if someone else gets to fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”

Jungkook’s hand finding their way into your skirt in a manner of seconds has you yelping. He cups your pussy, the heartbeat only growing more rapid. Your thighs clench around his hand for a moment, your reaction giving yourself away.

“You’re just a stubborn bitch is all, Y/N. You always have been.” Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. “But I’m not a little boy who’s afraid of a challenge. You like to be chased,” he shrugs his shoulders, so nonchalant and cool. “so I’ll let you run.”

You hate how Jeon Jungkook makes your body feel - so warm and weak that your thighs tremble with anticipation. He has a hold on you that he’s never truly had before and that thought both frightens and excites you.

“I’ve had a long day so far.”

Jungkook’s fingers rub against your clothed pussy until the fabric grows damp with arousal.

“Meetings after meetings,” Jungkook licks his lips before continuing. “and at the end of it all, I come to you for relaxation. But all you’ve given me was attitude.”

“We aren’t going to rewrite history.” you murmur, because it’s the only way you could say it without your voice cracking. “You started with me.”

“I did.” Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards, attempting to avoid the smirk that would surely send you into a rage. “What do you want me to say, Y/N? That I was jealous?” he questions, adding more pressure to his rubs, his gaze hardening on your face for any ounce of expression. “You talking to Ren, no matter how much of a downgrade he is from me-”

You roll your eyes. Not completely out of pure annoyance from Jungkook’s audacity, but also because your pussy was growing wetter with each passing moment. 

“-reminds me of when you’d do the same all those years ago. Toy with me just to go back to living your life.”

“You want me to apologize, Kookie?” your voice is so breathy; so full of need. Your eyes flutter a bit. “That you’re so insecure that even someone you deemed lesser than you has the possibility of stealing me away.”

Jungkook chuckles. He knows that you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Your degrading words are so sweet to his ears - they always have been. Instead of responding, his fingers dig into your panties and push them aside. He slides said fingers right on through and gathers more than enough of your juices all over him.

“You have the sweetest pussy, you know?” Jungkook continues to slide his invasive fingers until he finds your entrance. “She always gets nice and wet for me, too.”

You’re hoisted right against your desk, Jungkook pushing himself right between your thighs so you don’t have the chance to close them. He begins to pump inside of you as your gummy walls squeeze around him so sweetly.

“Cat got your tongue?” Jungkook leans closer. “Where did all that mouth go, baby? You know I like when you talk shit to me.”

Jungkook’s palm rubs against your clit as his fingers drill inside of you. You can feel your own hips buckling into him, a tiny part of your mind telling you to fight back, but your body wouldn’t listen.

“Oh, I forgot.” Jungkook snorts. “You know when to shut the fuck up when I’m inside you, right?”

Your pussy squelches so loud, as if responding for him before you had the chance to. It’s what he truly loves about you, amongst other things.

You cum hard around Jungkook’s fingers that you’re a trembling mess, but even then he replaces them with something bigger. He doesn’t hold back, either, as he plunges his cock deep inside of you. He does it so needily, as if proving an unspoken point. 

The desk creaks beneath you, but it’s just added noise along with the grunts, moans, whimpers and slapping skin. 

Your legs wrap around Jungkook, your hands snatching his expensive shirt to pull him closer to you. Your foreheads touch right as you capture his lips, an action he adores whenever he’s deep inside your pussy.

The kiss is just as lewd as the fucking is, saliva pooling from the corner of your mouth as your tongue fights against his, your squeezing cunt caging him in. Jungkook feels like he’s sinking deeper and deeper into you entirely, the world around him blurring until all he could focus on is you.

“-don’t stop~” you whimper against Jungkook’s lips.

“I’m not.” Jungkook grunts. “I waited all day to cum inside of you.”

You fall back against your desk and that allows Jungkook enough time to rip your own buttoned shirt open. He shoves your bra down just enough for him to grasp a fist full of your bouncing breast.

“You take me so well, baby.” groans Jungkook, your hardened nipple right against his palm. “If only you could see the way you look right now.”

You whine - because the way Jungkook looks now right above you is just as amazing. A bit of sweat lined his forehead, dark eyes clouded with lustful purpose. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.

“You’re so handsome, Kookie~” you moan, the pits of your stomach churning. “To think you’ve gone from the pathetic little boy who’d hump my leg if I asked, to a man.”

Jungkook’s breathing hitches, his palms tightening on your breast. Your words get a rise out of him, one that has his hand wrapping around your neck firmly. “Yeah?” he snorts. “I’m not that same boy.”

“You are.” your body squirms, his cock drilling deeper and deeper that you’re surprised you can even form words still. “Still so pathetic.”

Jungkook’s tip hits right at your cervix, so hot and merciless. Your squelching pussy enjoys every assaulting second of it. 

“And yet here you are,” Jungkook barks back. “allowing me to use your pussy to my liking. You’re just as pathetic as me, baby.”

“I never said I wasn’t.” you spat back, followed by a string of curses that has your stomach sinking in. Then, your bratty tone changes entirely and you mewl out a  “I’m cumming!”

“I know you are, baby. Let it go.” Jungkook chuckles, ramming his cock in you; deep, filthy and sloppy. 

Your cunt is sopping, a creamy white ring decorates his cock. He grumbles to himself at the sight of you - then at the audacity to think that he’d ever let you leave him again. The past several months he had grown accustomed to your presence in his office and his home - and his bedroom. He enjoyed the lingering aroma of your perfume that stuck to him that got him through until he saw you next.

Jungkook liked to think he was a territorial man, not a jealous one. He knew how you were with those you deemed lesser than you - and Ren was exactly that. A weakling with sparkling eyes and full of hopefulness; eager to please anyone around him. It didn’t disgust Jungkook entirely until he saw the man and you made your way up the elevator.

Again, Jungkook was territorial, and he’d be damned if he allowed you to demean and walk all over a man that wasn’t him. 

Your body shudders entirely, twitching underneath Jungkook’s pumping cock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching due to overstimulation. His hand is wrapped firmly around your neck, not letting you go until he’s had enough of you.

And after all you’ve said to him, you’re sure he was claiming dominance over you.

“You look so pretty like this, baby. Fucked out, whimpering…”

Your gummy walls continue to consume him entirely, bringing him in deeper and deeper. The desk scraps aggressively underneath you. The slapping of his skin against yours is an added base, one he couldn’t get enough of. 

“I still have another meeting to get to,” Jungkook groans, his eyes hardening. He could take you another 3 times if he could just to show you how serious he is about claiming you as his.  “but tonight I want you in my bed.”

Jungkook lets go of your neck to trail his hand down your body and right between your legs. His thumb presses at your clit and he circles the bud, licking his lips at how your thighs clench.

“Slow d-down!” you stutter, but the way your pussy squeezes him tells Jungkook that you love the way he’s touching you. “It’s too much.”

“You can handle it.” Jungkook chuckles. “It feels better when we cum together, baby, and you’ve already came twice.”

Your lower back arches as your hands reach out to grasp onto anything for support. Your rolling eyes has Jungkook far too smug because it was him who was doing this to you. It was him who had you completely fucked out and creaming all over his cock like the slut you’ve always been. 

Him, Jungkook thinks. He finds that he often dwells in the past and thinks of the “what if’s”. What if he hadn’t ruined things between the two of you - would you have continued to see him? Even if it was just as an outlet for you to demean and taunt him. Would you have grown to like him as something more?

Now, Jungkook finds that living in the past and constantly thinking of the “what if’s” would do nothing for him. Instead, he had to see what you and he could be in the present - and right now, more than anything, you were his.

“-too much!” you squeal, your squelching pussy growing louder and louder. There isn’t any use in closing your legs as Jungkook isn’t allowing it - not until you’re cumming all over him again. The pleasure is intense and painful, your body trembling right on top of the desk pathetically.

“I know you can handle it, baby.” Jungkook grumbles, his eyes dancing between your creamy pussy to your face. “Where’s the slut with the bitchy attitude?”

Jungkook himself isn’t going to last much longer. 

Jungkook catches your eyes fluttering open, glossy and lustful, stare right at him. 

“Ah, theeeerrree she is.” Jungkook smirks. He adds pressure to your wet clit. “

“Fu-uck you.” you breathe right before cumming yet again, just as pleasured as before but this time with added pain due to the overstimulation. Goosebumps litter your skin, your head falling back against the desk.

“Fuck~” Jungkook hisses, shooting hot, sticky cum right inside of you. 

Jungkook falls on top of you, his cock continuing to twitch until there is nothing left. His head is in your chest, listening as your heart beats erratically, your breathing hitched.

“I-”

Jungkook is cut off. The elevator began to sound and that only meant one thing. “What the fuck?” he hisses, annoyed. He removes himself from you. “Why did Lei let someone up without informing me first?”

Jungkook pulls his pants up and tightens his belt. “Maybe it’s Lei herself.” he murmurs to himself. His eyes look down at you and whistles. “Get dressed, baby. Don’t want her to see how good I’ve fucked you, right?”

The elevator continues to ding, indicating that it’s drawing nearer and nearer.

You button up your shirt with trembling hands. You find your panties on the ground and scramble to pull them up and attempt to make yourself presentable. “I fucking hate you sometimes.” you hiss at Jungkook.

“Yeah, I bet you do.” Jungkook retorts. 

You roll your eyes and run a hand over your head. Your hair was now frizzy, your once neat but now appearing entirely fucked up. 

“I’m serious. I don’t want Lei to think-”

“That you’re fucking me?” Jungkook interrupts. “Fucking your boss?”

Jungkook rounds the corner and sits back at his desk. He sends a sly smirk your way.

“Maybe I should fuck you in front of everyone-”

“Jungkook-”

The elevator sounds before the doors open. You straighten your shoulders, waiting for Lei to walk through.

Only Lei doesn’t walk through.

Your eyes widen and your body runs cold.

“Tae?” you murmur at the sight of your son. His eyes glance around the office. He appears much like you did when you first arrived. “What…w-what are you doing here?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit. His mind racks in his mind. Tae…

Ji-tae.

Jungkook’s eyes watch as the younger boy steps into the office. It’s eerily silent on your end.

“Ma,” Ji-tae responds. “grandmother told me you worked here.”

Ma, Jungkook thinks. The words ring through his ears over and over again. His eyes drag towards you. You’re entirely stiff, your eyes wide and from here he notes, a bit glossy.

“Why aren’t you in school?” you swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath. “H-How did you even get-”

“Got out early.” Ji-tae responds. His eyes glance to Jungkook to find the older man is already staring at him. “I’ve passed all my finals and didn’t need to be there.”

Your own eyes look towards Jungkook. Your heart jolts when, at the exact moment, his eyes dart back to you. That look in his eyes; that of realization. He’s done the calculation in his head, and even if he hadn’t, Ji-tae looked far too much like him for the man to not put it together.

Ji-tae’s eyes scans your appearance. His eyes squint just a bit. 

“Let me take you home.” your knees feel weak when you walk towards your desk and grab your bag. 

“You didn’t tell me you had a son.”

Jungkook rises from his seat. Ji-tae’s eyes glanced at him once more. 

“I’m going to take him home.” you don’t look Jungkook’s way. You needed to get out of this situation immediately. “I-I’ll be-”

“Am I interrupting?”

Jungkook furrows his brows at the younger boy. He wasn’t talking to you, but to him. 

“Of course not.” your heels click against the ground as you make your way towards Ji-tae. 

“You must be smart to pass all of your finals so early on.”

Your trembling hand wraps around your son's wrist. 

Jungkook thinks it’s like staring into a mirror when he looks at Ji-tae, the younger boy's glaring eyes staring right back at him.

“Yeah.” is all Ji-tae says as you tug him towards the elevator. You press the button and nearly shove your son inside with you. 

“Y/N” Jungkook calls just as you press the button to the lobby. “we’ll talk another time.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes meet his as the elevator doors closes.

trivia-yandere: okay… 👁️ so what are we thinking?? like ofc this isnt the og version i was going with but like, i actually like the drama of a secret kid that a few ppl suggested. soap opera vibes 🤪

ex boyfriend jungkook, who has to look away from you when he realizes that he’s been staring far too hard and long that his eyes begin to burn, the moisture in his eyes beginning to dehydrate if he didn’t blink soon.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who decided that you and he weren’t together anymore and thus things didn’t need to be awkward. thus, he joins in on the festivities, even if you and he don’t talk and only give subtle glances.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who looks so good that you want to continue to roll your eyes. of course in jungkook fashion, he makes sure to show off his toned arms, his sleeveless shirt showcasing the tattoo sleeve you remember tracing once upon a time while in bed together.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who watches the way you down the shots alongside your best friend, and woman who’s been glaring daggers at him the entire time - he wasn’t fond of her either. she was always getting into your head while you were in a relationship with him - there was a reason why that bitch was single.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who is now forced into an awkward three-way hug by a tipsy jimin. “thaaaank you both for coming!” he sing-songs, not caring if the tension between the two of you were present. “you two look so good! did you dress to impress one another?”

ex boyfriend jungkook, who before he could respond and deny it - even if he cut the sleeves on his shirt himself before coming, wore the cologne you swore was your favorite on him and even got a fresh cut - you do. “as if i’d ever do anything to impress that man.” even if you yourself had intentionally worn the shortest skirt you owned with the same lacy panties that jungkook bought you, even if you weren’t going to directly show him.

ex boyfriend jungkook, who snaps back, “it’ll take more than a slutty skirt to impress me, either way.” even if it was a complete lie because he’s having a hard time not to look down at you right now - but he has a point to prove. “besides, that bitch of a friend must’ve dressed her. she’s never dressed like that before.”

ex boyfriend jungkook, hears jimin giggle in the middle of you two, his head thrown back at the obvious conversation he’s instigated between the two of you that isn’t so obvious to you or jungkook. “so you admit she looks good?” he asks.

ex boyfriend jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes, because now he’ll be damned if he admits that to you. you do, he thinks, and from here he can smell that warm vanilla lotion you love to use. “what i meant was,” he glances at you. “it’s obvious she wants someone’s attention.”

ex boyfriend jungkook scoffs when you laugh, but your eyes remain hard. “not you.” you spat out. “typical for you to think that, though. you were always insecure about other men looking at me.”

ex boyfriend jungkook’s eyes harden at you, he bites the inside of his cheek. his heart quickens, the alcohol flowing through him making his body radiate with even more heat. but you’re more upset that you continue to talk - “that’s why we ended things, right?”

ex boyfriend jungkook, who focuses so hard on you that he doesn’t realize that jimin had removed his arm from around the two of you. he backs away slowly because his work here was done. he was tired of hearing how much jungkook missed you and how lonely you felt without talking to jungkook throughout the day.

ex boyfriend jungkook responds. “yeah, because it was easier than you to just stop being stubborn.” he hisses. “so now look at you. single just like that friend you listen to.”

ex boyfriend jungkook is nearly chest to chest with you, peering down at you with equally glaring eyes. his heart jolts with excitement that he does hold your attention, even if its with irritation and annoyance.

ex boyfriend jungkook who’s left dumbfounded when you do respond to him - “and look at you. still insecure like i knew you would be.” you don’t mean it, but one thing you and jungkook were when heated like this was toxic. you both said things you didn’t mean. “you just weren’t man enough for me, kookie.”

ex boyfriend jungkook watches the way you turn away and walk in the crowd. he’s stunned at your word, but that soon turns to humiliation and anger. he stalks after you, watching the way you stop at a table full of people and drinks and pick up to take a shot.

ex boyfriend jungkook who snatches you by your bicep as you place the shot to your lips and down it. the small plastic cup drops from your fingers as you’re forced to look at a seething jungkook - there’s a sudden throbbing between your legs at the dark look in his eyes. “say it again.”

ex boyfriend jungkook, doesn’t care about the attention he’s drawing in the crowded people. it’s (of course) jimin who draws it all back by coming through with more shots. he tugs at your bicep again, this time tightening his grip. “say it again,” he repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper that you hear clear as day. “don’t act shy now.”

ex boyfriend jungkook who has you pinned against the bathroom door, locking it behind you. his lips are at your neck, suckling as if it was his life force. your hand is tugging at his shirt as his tattooed hand find it’s way between your legs. “not man enough?” he breaths, his fingers finding the lacy fabric of your now damp panties. “you get this wet for someone who isn’t man enough?”

ex boyfriend jungkook who finds his fingers pulling those lazy panties to the side to swipe at your puffy clit. he groans loudly, the music behind the door gets louder - yet again, jimin’s doing. he brings his fingers to his lips and plop them right into his mouth, the lewd act you witness having your knees buckle. “just how i remembered.”

ex boyfriend jungkook, who plunges his fingers deep inside of you, holding you right in place against the door so you don’t have anywhere to squirm to. your head is back against the door, your mouth open to let out such pleasured moans for a man that you said wasn’t enough.

ex boyfriend jungkook says, “your pussy missed being played with, huh?” so smugly, because he knows the truth. Your arousal pools all around you - on your thighs, down his wrist to the floor.

ex boyfriend jungkook laughs when you bite back a “fuck you” followed by a push of his chest. “yeah, you’d like me to, huh?” he hisses, his fingers plunging deeper that his palms slams against your clit for added pleasure. “you always liked to be fucked so disrespectfully.”

ex boyfriend jungkook slaps you - it’s sudden and in the heat of the moment, but right there you cum all around his fingers. why does he slap you? It was the “i faked it to boost that pathetic ego of yours.” that sent him.

ex boyfriend jungkook who bends you over the counter, the mirror in front of you two showcasing just how fucked out you are that there was no way your words weren’t anything but lies. “faked it, huh?” jungkook forces your thighs apart, his hand tugging down your panties fully that he realizes it's the same pair he’s gifted you. “wore these for me, baby?”

ex boyfriend jungkook who shoves his own pants down, followed by his underwear to reveal his hardened cock, pink and angry, dripping with pre-cum and ready to feel you again. “of course not.” you lie easily. “i wore it for a man that could actually handle me.”

you say it because you know it’s what would rile up ex boyfriend jungkook and just as you expected, there’s a rough smack against your ass, then, you feel him. you’re so tight, jungkook thinks, his eyes fluttering as he enters your sweet pussy raw.

ex boyfriend jungkook who’s mind dramatically showcases it all - a rushing waterfall surrounded by bliss; butterflies and singing birds with an endless shining sun - a world so euphoric that he never wants it to end. he ruts his hips, groaning loudly at how amazing you felt.

ex boyfriend jungkook who loves how beautiful your pussy sounds as he fucks you from behind. It gushes and squelches loudly for him - someone who wasn’t man enough. “i missed the way this pussy felt around me,” he groans, eyes fixed on the way your ass bounces against him. “if only you could see how wet she is, baby. you still faking it?”

ex boyfriend jungkook slaps your ass again when you stutter out a “f-fuck y-you!” he does it again, and again - and again. It only makes your pussy wetter and even tighter. Were his eyes deceiving him, or did you widen your legs for him?

ex boyfriend jungkook who fucks your so deliciously that your eyes roll. you attempt to hold onto something, but there’s nothing sturdy enough to do so. it’s as if jungkook knows, however, and his hand reaches for yours. “I got you, baby” he says so tenderly in your ear.

just by the tone in which ex boyfriend jungkook speaks to you has you submitting far quicker than you wanted. his breath on your ear that also tickles your skin - you missed him more than you thought you’d would. “more~” you plead.

ex boyfriend jungkook gives you exactly what you ask him for. his free hand slides up from your waist to underneath your shirt until he has a firm grip on your breast. his cock springs deep inside of you, hitting that spot he knows all too well. your back arches, wanting to feel more and more of him.

ex boyfriend jungkook who squeezes your breast in his palms so tightly, panting against your neck. you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in months and he feels every bit of pleasured arousal. “feel so good, baby~” he whimpers against your neck. “did you miss me?”

ex boyfriend jungkook that doesn’t meant to ask you that. he doesn’t want to get too sentimental and allow feelings into this. it would do nothing but disappoint him, but he desperately wants to hear the answer. “yeah,” he hears you breath out, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter. “yeah i-i…missed you.”

ex boyfriend jungkook who presses his lips to yours when you turn your head to look at him with blurred eyes. he forces his tongue into your willing mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. it was obvious that he missed you, too, more than you knew. he wonders if you deleted the text threads on your phone, and if not, had you opened it and typed before erasing the messages? had you clicked on his contact and contemplated on hitting “call” before deciding against it?

ex boyfriend jungkook who says “me, too.” when you exclaim that you’re cumming. but he doesn’t want it to end. he doesn’t want for things to back how they were - subtly awkward glances and heated exchanges. “come with me tonight,”

you’re cumming first, your thighs shaking as that warm feeling radiates through you. ex boyfriend jungkook cums immediately after, barely able to pull himself out of you - he doesn’t want to you didn’t want him to. warm cum spills all over your inner thigh, his body collapsing on top of yours as you and him pant.

it’s silent in the restroom as you and ex boyfriend jungkook get cleaned. the music is still loud from the outside. for a moment, jungkook has forgotten where he was and just why you and he came here.

It isn’t jungkook who breaks the silence first. you’d pull your panties up after cleaning yourself off, glancing jungkook’s way. “i didn’t mean it.” you murmur, voice low. “i was just upset.”

ex boyfriend jungkook clears his throat. “i know,” he responds. “i was, too.”

this is exactly what ex boyfriend jungkook wanted to prevent. the awkwardness that came after such a high. his heart jolts, his throat tightening. “i miss you.” he admits again. “you don’t have to say it back.” he quickly interjects. “i just…want you to know.”

you don’t say it back, even if ex boyfriend jungkook wants to hear you say it again. instead you run a hand through your hair. “thanks for telling me.”

ex boyfriend jungkook who nods his head softly.

Still, your friends didn’t know and Jungkook was positive they’d never know. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such.

“You are such a cutie without your glasses.” you’d tell him, removing the frames from him and offering a low grin, your lips glistening with gloss. You begin to chew calmly, as if savoring the minty gum in your mouth. Your lips sparkle with the right amount of shine underneath the shade.

You always thought that even with said glasses, Jungkook was handsome. “I bet all the girls tell you that.”

You’re teasing him, you always do. “I don’t talk to other girls.” he’d say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that you’d never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only.

“How come?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t tell me you actually like me?” you giggled, this time instead of hovering above him, you take a seat right in his lap. Your skirt is short, as is every girl in your friend group, and it rides up when you sit. “You’re like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.”

Jungkook swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing. His pants are just as thin as your panties and he feels it all. He stiffens, his cock growing embarrassingly hard as the seconds roll by, and he knows you feel it, too.

“I was right.” you giggled, tilting your head to look at him. His tinted cheeks are as cute as him, as was the humiliated expression on his face. “You can be so pathetic at times, you know?”

Softly, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he agrees silently.

You watch Jungkook closely, your eyes trailing across his face. To his rosy lips, soft eyes, to the sharpness of his jawline. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didn’t want him to become like the other boys in school.

You lean closer to Jungkook, your crotch rubbing against him. He lets out a soft whimper at the friction. His lips part, his eyes widening as he watches you. You’re chewing the gum, this time flattening said gum along your teeth, pushing your tongue through and blowing. It pops in his face, a breeze of mint tickling his nose.

“That’s okay, Kookie,” you tell him, both of your hands settling onto his face. He could die right here, he remembered thinking, and he would be fine with that - right underneath you and in your full control “I always wanted a dog.”

Your lips fall onto his and instantly, he tastes the coconut gloss. Your tongue forces his lips apart without a fight, your tongue sliding across his possessively until he feels soft, sticky texture against his own lips. Your hips jut so softly, teasing his hardened cock against you that he’s positive you’re toying with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jeon Jungkook, however, always kept him busy. Like right now, Namjoon thinks as he slams his police cruiser shut, flashing red and blue lights flashing as he makes his way towards the luxury car. His eyes glanced at the license plate prior to making his way to the driver window.

“License and registration.” Namjoon says to Lee Dae who appears that he’s had a rough morning thus far. His face is flushed and he notices a few scratches along his forehead and temples.

“Is there a reason why I was pulled over, officer?” Lee Dae attempts to sound as polite and professional as he could, but it’s evident something is bothering him. He hands over exactly what Namjoon asks of him. “I wasn’t speeding, was I?”

Namjoon doesn’t answer and instead eyes the license for a moment. He had no use for this, but he had to keep Lee Dae talking.

“Everything alright, sir?” Namjoon questions, glancing his way. “It appears you got into one hell of a tussle.”

Lee Dae inhales through his nose. “Not exactly.” he states, ignoring the question. “May I ask again what was the reason for me being pulled over.”

Namjoon sighs. “Well,” he begins, hanging Dae back his license and registration. “we got a call about a domestic dispute.”

For a moment, Dae is confused. Then, it dawns on him, realization settling through. He scoffs, his eyes widening. “That bitch called the police on me?!” he spats, venom laced in his tone entirely. Namjoon almost wanted to laugh, but he was on the clock. “After she attacked me?!”

“Sir, do you mind stepping out of the vehicle?”

Dae is taken back. “Why?” he asks. “Am I being arrested for being attacked?”

“Sir,” Namjoon’s tone deepens. “Step out of the vehicle.”

Dae doesn’t. His eyes harden at Namjoon, one hand clenching the steering wheel until his knuckles are white. His cheeks are still burning after the hot coffee was splashed into his face. He had enough going on in his personal life and it appears as everything was adding onto it - you being unreasonable, him going bankrupt, his parents refusing to help him.

“I’m not doing a damn thing.”

Namjoon could laugh right now. His eyes scan the quiet area. It’s too early for anyone to be out; the birds weren’t even chirping yet.

Without warning, a fist slams right between Dae’s eyes, so sudden that he cannot even predict what he is supposed to do next. He feels his body being dragged out of his vehicle and slammed against the cold concrete of the street.

“I’m requesting backup.” Dae hears Namjoon say from behind him, but his head is ringing so loud. There’s pressure on his back. “The suspect is resisting arrest and attempting to flee the scene.”

“What the fuck?!” Dae hisses, attempting to fight Namjoon off of him, but it’s no use. “You just fucking assaulted me!”

There’s cold metal clasping around Dae’s wrist, his cheek pressed firmly against the ground.

“Whatever that bitch said I did to her, she’s lying!” he hisses, rage overtaking him. “Do you know who I am? I’ll have your job by the end of the day.”

Namjoon yanks Dae up by his shoulders, forcing him to stand before slamming him against his own car. Behind him, he begins to chuckle.

“The suspect is belligerent and matches the description from the reported domestic dispute.” Namjoon radios in before turning his attention back to Lee Dae. “I have no idea who you are, though I’m sure you know what family I work for. Jeon Jungkook has told me to make sure your time with me is one you won’t forget.”

Dash recalls a time in which it was just him and his mother. There were traditions that were held when he was a child - like every Thursday they had breakfast for dinner and every Saturday they’d go to a restaurant of his choosing.

Dash cannot recall a time in which he ever longed for his father, or any father figure in general. He’s grown accustomed to not having one. His mother rarely dated, and if she had at all, she never brought such men home with her. It’s one of the many reasons why he hadn’t cared to reach out to his father as he grew older. The man came around when he wanted to, throwing cash around as if that made up for his years of absence.

It’s why when Dash takes a break from the treadmill - the last piece of equipment he finds himself on right before he leaves the gym - one of the many televisions catches his eye. He removes his headphones, the music blaring from them as his eyes fixated on the News. At the bottom of the screen in bold letters reads “BREAKING NEWS”. Dash doesn’t typically watch the news, especially at the gym, but it’s the man on said news that captures his interest.

Lee Dae - because he would never truly call said man his father - is on the screen. He’s nearly unrecognizable and the only reason he had come to realize just who the man was is because of the similar bold font next to the “breaking news”.

BREAKING NEWS: PROMINENT LEE FAMILY MEMBER, LEE DAE, THRUST INTO THE SPOTLIGHT ON DOMESTIC BATTERY

Dash swallows, his feet moving faster than he realizes, his attention fully on the television. It’s hard to hear in the gym where the music is louder than anything, but he manages to read the subtitles as the reporter speaks.

“A sudden turn of events has transpired early this morning,” the reporter says, her eyes looking right into the camera, behind her an array of flashing red and blue lights. “authorities confirmed to me that Lee Dae, eldest son of one of the city's well-known Lee family, has been arrested with domestic battery.”

“No fucking way…” Dash murmurs to himself, his eyes unblinking. He scans the scenery in the background, his breathing slowly at the familiar houses.

“Sources tell me that the arrest has followed just a day after Lee Dae has officially filed for bankruptcy. Such an act has become talk of the town due to his family name. One officer responded to a reported disturbance early this morning by residence.”

The camera turns to the right, a sea of officers surrounding one man that is on the ground now - Lee Dae. Two officers lift him up from the ground as the reporter begins to stroll towards another man, dressed more formal than in uniform. He’s tall, broad shoulders and serious eyes.

“Officer-”

“Detective.” the man says and as he speaks, his cheeks suck in. “Detective Kim Namjoon.”

“Detective,” the reporter corrects. “can you give any information on what has transpired here today?”

Detective Kim looks right at the camera. “We’ve responded to a series of complaints about screaming coming from a home just down the street. Witnesses allege that a physical altercation had occurred between Lee Dae and an individual. This investigation is an active case and we’re still currently gathering information.”

“Thank you Detective Kim.” the reporter turns back to the camera. “An anonymous source has given us information about Lee Dae’s financial documents that had been filed just yesterday and may play a role in the incident that occurred between him and the woman rumored to be the mother of his illegitimate child. We’ll have more information-”

Dash doesn’t stay in the gym longer. He knew it was rude to shove the man lingering in the entrance out the way, but the feeling in his stomach doesn’t feel right to him. His palms are sweaty as he enters his car and he’s speeding out the parking lot in less than a minute later.

You’re showering when your phone rings from your bedroom and it goes to voicemail - over ten times. If anything, you were sulking, the hot water burning your skin in the way you deserved - deserved for allowing Lee Dae to continue to ruin your life. For hooking up with Jungkook that has Dash pulling away from you. For going too far with the younger man in general that now has him claiming his love for you.

You were done sulking when the water began to cool and decided that you’ve made your bed and it was your time to lie in it. Before you lived in this home, you had an apartment. It was small, sure, but it was yours.

You’re drying your hair when you hear a bang from outside your room. For a moment, you believe it’s Dad coming back with vengeance - and you were prepared to attack him yet again if it meant you could release even more anger. Instead, it’s Dash when you hear his frantic voice calling for you.

“Dash?” you call back, swinging your bedroom door open to see your son just down the hall. He’s sweaty, you note, and in his usual gym attire. “What’s wrong? You look terrified-“

“Are you okay?” Dash’s eyes scan your face then your body for any visible wounds. “The news said you were attacked.”

“The news?” your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “What do you mean? I’ve been here the entire time.”

Dash takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at his mother. He’s been avoiding you for too long. He didn’t want to have that uncomfortable conversation.

“I saw him on the news.” Dash speaks and finally, he feels his heart go back to a normal pace. “They said he got into a domestic dispute with his supposed mother of his child.”

It takes you a moment to connect the dots, but when you do your blood continues to boil. You have more questions than you should probably ask all in one sitting.

“I have no idea what’s going on.” you turn your eyes down the hallway to where the front door is wide open. “Are you hungry?”

Dash remains quiet. His eyes scans you over once more, concluding that you’re fine. Lee Dae, however, was not. He was bruised and obviously beaten by someone that had no care for him.

Dash also cannot find it in his heart to truly care.

“Please stay.” you murmur, your voice low and defeated. “Just long enough for me to make you something to eat. We don’t even have to talk.”

“We should talk.” Dash quips. “About everything.”

It was a step forward, even if that step terrified you.

There was no more hiding anything from Dash and you promised that whatever he asked you, you would answer truthfully. As you cook, Dash sits at the island. He doesn’t speak and you’re positive that he’s collecting his own thoughts just as you are.

Dash is positive that you’re attempting to lighten the mood when you place the stack of pancakes in front of him, the sweet aroma filling his nostrils that remind him of a simpler time - just you and him.

“I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” Dash murmurs, forcing a large portion of the pancake in his mouth.

You take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you to hate Jungkook either.”

Snorting, Dash takes another bite of his pancakes, but remains silent. His dark eyes flicker to you and in that instant, he looks far too much like Lee Dae for your liking.

“It’s my fault-”

“You’re both adults.” Dash interrupts. “It isn’t more his fault than it is yours, right? You fucked my friend and my friend fucked you back.”

Your body is hot with humiliation. You never wanted to be here with your son. For years, you prioritized Dash and worked overtime assuring that if you dated, it never interfered with him. Any man you had entertained throughout the years rarely made it to the stage in meeting him, all deemed not not “ready” enough to further the relationship.

“Are you still-”

“No!” you hiss, eyes wide. You shake your head. “Jungkook and I-”

Dash raises a brow.

You sigh. You run a hand over your forehead. “I shouldn’t have done anything with him. You and him…”

Dash waits for you to continue - were you finding the right words? Did you truly feel terrible as you looked saying it? He isn’t sure entirely. A part of him ponders if you and Jungkook were something purely physical or did you harbor feelings for him and vice versa.

Taking another bite of his pancake, Dash begins to think back to how Jungkook has acted. He rarely came out with him to parties like he used to. He avoided the girls that approached him and always made excuses to end conversations prematurely. He hasn’t received any texts from his friend in a long while that asked him to not return to the dorm room - understandable now seeing as he fucks you in your bed.

Dash clears his throat. “Have you talked to him?”

You sigh. “To Jungkook?”

“No,” Dash snickers. “to the other motherfucker who you fucked and allowed to ruin your life.”

“Don’t talk like that.” your eyes glare, but then they soften. You squeeze your hands into fists. You had to put yourself into his shoes instead of living outside of it. “I have. This morning actually.” you sigh. “I may have thrown scorching hot coffee into his face.”

Dash is taken aback by your seriousness. So much so that he laughs, something deep from his throat that has your own lips twitching upwards.

“I’m not sure how the news knows this but-”

“He’s apparently a prominent figure.” says Dash sarcastically. “When I saw him, he was fucked up. Like, really. He was arrested."

Your eyebrows knit together. “Really?”

Instantly, your mind flashes to Jungkook. There’s no way that he and Dae had an altercation together - you’re positive. That would do more harm than good, but damn did it get you going just thinking about the younger man beating that prick’s ass.

“He filed for bankruptcy officially yesterday.” Dash snickers. His pancakes are nearly done and knowing him, he would just go in the fridge and look for something else to eat.

“I know.” you groan. “We’re going to have to start packing soon.”

“What?” Dash’s eyes flicker to yours. “What do you mean?”

“That’s why that good for nothing asshole was here this morning.” you shrug a shoulder. “Apparently…he’s selling the house.” you let out another sigh.

Dash’s face falls a bit, his eyes glancing around the kitchen. “He can’t do that…we…you live here. His parents-”

“Cut him off.”

Even with bad news, you’re giddy enough to know that Dae will still have a terrible life without his parents money.

“You still have your inheritance, though! They wouldn’t allow him to touch it.” you offer a soft smile. “You’re almost done with college and I have enough money saved up-”

“I don’t want that inheritance.” Dash scoffs.

You understand why, but you ask either way. “Why? You can have a jump start into your career. You can…buy a home for yourself. Or save it-”

“All of a sudden I have cousins who pretend to give a fuck about me. Am I expected to meet with these people for the holidays?”

Dash crosses his arms and sits back into the island stool. He’s been with Sumi - not officially - for months. He’s grown close enough with her to hear the stories of what happens in these rich families and he wanted no parts in them.

“Then,” Dash shakes his head. “I got a call from my supposed grandfather to tell me that I could possibly inherit his company. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Wait, what?”

Dae’s father was a strict and serious man. For years, he avoided all contact with Dash and made little effort to be a part of his life. He never asked questions, only made sure the check cleared every month.

“Imagine that.”

You tilt your head, eyes peering at your son as he speaks.

“The illegitimate child possibly inherits everything. I know that would crush him.” Dash cracks a smirk. “I’d just burn it to the ground. Watch decades of hard work crumble.”

“You sound so evil.” you say, amused. “The son I raised wouldn’t do that. That’s something Dae,” you say his name as if it’s venom. “would do. He’s too stupid to run a company.”

Raising your son, you rarely spoke ill of his father. Now that he’s a man, you couldn’t do anything but that.

“But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. It’s your life.” you grab the sticky plate from the island and toss it into the sink. You turn on the water. “But that inheritance is yours. Do whatever you want with it.”

The silence you and him are left in as you wash the dishes is a comfortable one, at least for you. You don’t want to force him into more conversations that would have him pushing you away again.

You’re scrubbing the sink when Dash does speak up again, this time asking a question you weren’t sure you knew the answer to.

“Do you love him?”

That obviously wasn’t towards Lee Dae.

Dash is staring at you, waiting for an answer. His face is unreadable, you note, the perfect poker face as always.

You turn off the sink water, your eyes cast down as the water goes down the drain. A part of you wishes you could go with it.

“Dash…”

“Yes or no.” says Dash. “Do you love him? Or was it just sex?”

You watch Dash watch you.

The kitchen is entirely still, silent. You don’t say anything in response.

Did you love Jungkook? Of course you did. At first, you adored the friendship Dash & Jungkook had, the motherly side of you witnessing the boyish atmosphere they created together that reminded you of two siblings. You enjoyed having the both of them over and assuring them that when they left, it was always with packed dinners.

Then, it became complicated. Jungook found out about the profile - the one you made just to hookup with anyone, and used it against you.

It became complicated because you liked the way Jungkook spoke so dirty to you, those boyish features you loved about him that you thought were cute now had you swooning.

It became complicated because you loved how good Jungkook fucks you, showing such passion for your body that no man ever has before. His kisses would be left lingering on your hours after the fact, his hands bruised on your flesh like a tattoo.

But even then, you think, outside of sex you thought of Jungkook. You enjoyed his company. You enjoyed the times you and he shared together, even if it was behind the backs of others. He’d lay his head on your chest, listening to the way your heart beat rhythmically, his arms hugging you tightly - almost afraid to let you go.

“That tells me everything I need to know.”

The stool scratches against the floor as Dash gets up. Your heart jolts and you reach out for him. “Wait-“

“I have to get back to the dorm and shower. Sumi and I-“ Dash stops speaking. He’s forgotten he hasn’t talked to you about Sumi, or about anything in his life recently.

“-have plans.”

Sumi, you think. That must’ve been the girl he was with that night. Immediately, that familiar humiliation comes through you.

“I’ve,” you chuckle bitterly, your hand slowly falling. “I’ve missed you…is all.”

Offering a strained smile, Dash nods . “Me, too.”

“Ruining people's lives is suuuuch hard work.” 

Sumi’s voice sounds through his phone speaker, as sugary and sweet as always. Only, Jungkook knows his cousin and knows just how false that voice was. Of course, only when it came to Dash.

 Jungkook hadn’t thought that he’d ever had to talk to his cousin in order to hear about one of his closest friends, but here he sat doing just that. From Sumi, he learned that Dash had started speaking with you again, which was great, only on your side, of course, as he continued to avoid Jungkook like his life depended on it. He isn’t sure he could blame him.

However, you still refused to see him. He was one step ahead, though, as you weren’t completely ignoring him. You answered his texts and sometimes, his calls.

“Tell me about it.” Jungkook sighs. He’s laying against his pillows in his dorm room. “Having to be the mastermind to get the woman you love back is tiresome.”

Sumi snorts. “You have such mommy issues, I swear.”

“Don’t we all?” Jungkook retorts. “Besides, I’m just doing what you suggested.”

It’s been a long month so far. Within said month, Jungkook worked on assuring you and he could be together. But in order to do that, he first had to worry about Dash.

It was Sumi’s idea, Jungkook recalls, thrusting Dash into the Lee family's good graces. Dash had confided in her (Jungkok could vomit on how lovey-dovey she was with him) about his grandfather reaching out to him, and it was Sumi who encouraged him to take up the offer. 

In all wealthy families there were those who were attempting to get into the good graces of the patriarch - that would be Lee Dae’s father himself. Dash had several cousins, all raised with money who attended private institutions like he had. They had the name, yes, but not the work ethic or the strive. 

Lee Daniel, just a year older than Dash, was already out. Wealthy families hated scandal  - and he was the first in Sumi’s plan to fall. Jungkook recalls the moment it happened, him unlocking his phone and revealing it was yet another headline involving the Lee family. This time, Lee Daniel, whose father - married to Dae’s sister - had bribed the elite university to take in Daniel. Of course, it’s something that happens all the time, but they were the first to be caught.

Said scandal had people wondering just how iditioc the Lee family could be if getting into a good University was that difficult.

The next on the list was Lee Nara, only a sophomore in college herself, but old enough to know that drinking and driving was wrong. “I can’t believe you’re adding me to your schemes.” was what Jimin had said, but was fully willing to drive a bit too close to the brand new car she had gotten for graduation just a few years prior to cause an accident. It was Namjoon who answered the call when Jimin’s car “spiraled” out of control and ended up on the side of the road with a hysterical Lee Nara.

Sure, she only had a few drinks that night, but it wasn’t the detectives first time altering a breathalyzer. 

BREAKING NEWS: LEE FAMILY BACK IN THE SPOTLIGHT!

LEE NARA involved in serious drunk driving crash in Downtown

Police confirm that Lee Nara, sophomore, and granddaughter of prominent business man, Lee Dae-hwan, was involved in a serious vehicle collision late last night. First responders rushed to the scene and managed to bring those injured - and unnamed - to the hospital and their injuries under investigation. 

Eyewitnesses describe the scene to be not only chaotic, but heartwrecking. Shattered glass, smoking engines and panicked individuals gathering around the intoxicated and unruly Lee Nara.

Authorities, along with Detective Kim Namjoon, had confirmed that Lee Nara has been taken into custody and is expected to face charges for her crime of operating a vehicle under the influence. Detective Kim has this to say:

“Lee Nara may be young, but she’s old enough to know right from wrong. Let this be a cautionary tale, don’t get behind the wheel if you’ve had a lot to drink. This is a young girl who is known for her high-profile lifestyle as a Lee, but that does not mean that she is above the law.”

“Do you think what we’re doing is wrong?” Jungkook asks, blinking back into reality.

Sumi hums from the other end as if thinking of his question. “Do you feel bad?” she asks him.

Jungkook thinks about it for a moment - then another.

No.

Maybe that was Jungkook’s own privileges catching up to him. Growing up in an elite family, nearly everything was competition. Who could come out on top, who could gain the most, who could be the best.

 This was what it was, only Jungkook was assuring the top spot remained on one who wasn’t competing - Dash. Compared to his cousins, Dash was perfect. He got into college because he worked for it and didn’t need anyone to bribe his spot. He was responsible and as far as anyone knew, not in the limelight giving their family a bad name. 

“Besides,” Sumi’s voice is cheery. “isn’t this what you wanted? Dash has no competition now, not like he ever had. Daniel is a dumbass jock, Nara’s reputation is dwindling.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook hums. “It is what I wanted. I gotta go.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for Sumi’s response before he hangs up. Instantly, his mind drifts to you, so you are who he calls. 

You answer on the fourth ring, your face coming into view. You take a deep breath, your eyes glancing at him in fake annoyance. It does nothing for Jungkook, however, as he smiles widely as he sees you. “Mommy!”

“Kookie…” your tone is lecturing. “…what did I say?”

“To jump in front of a car.” Jungkook deadpans.

“What? No!” you’re fully into the camera now. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well I'd rather do that than go a day without seeing you.” Jungook sits up on his bed. “Did you get the flowers I’ve sent you?”

Jungkook watches the way you get out of frame to return a few seconds later, holding the bouquet he’s sent you. The flowers are lush and colorful, a mix of lavender blossoms and pink lilies.

You attempt to be annoyed - just a bit - but there’s a glint in your eyes that Jungkook sees.

“I got them.” you say. “I appreciate them, Kookie. But you know-”

Jungkook interrupts you. “It’s been torture, mommy. Why don’t we go out?” he suggests. He wants to change the subject. He doesn’t want to hear you remind him what he already knows.

“Are you insane? Talking to you now is risky.” you sigh. “I thought I told you that we keep talking, it has to be-“

“Strictly platonic.” Jungkook pouts with a roll of his eyes. “I miss you, though.”

Jungkook witnesses the way your eyes soften and his heart jolts. You place the bouquet back out of frame and return back to the phone. “I miss you, too.” 

At that, Jungkook smiles. His heart jolts in his chest like it always does. He doesn’t blame you for being skeptical in meeting with him, but it’s hard for him. He has to force himself from being at your door every night, knowing that Dash could possibly show up at any time. It was riskier then, but the adrenaline clouded his mind. He never thought that the two of you would be caught.

“You do?”

“Of course I do.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “I figured you’d found someone else by now,” he jokes. He’d know if you did. He wasn’t paying Namjoon extra to keep an eye out on you for nothing. 

“And if I do?” you raise a brow, staring right at him through the phone. 

“If you do, it won’t be for long.” Jungkook responds instantly, cooly. “But you don’t have anyone.”

You snort. “Are you following me?” you question, fully joking on the matter.

Yes, Jungkook was in a way. Namjoon got paid more by the Jeon family than he did as an actual detective. “I just know.” he smiles a bit. “Besides, if you did have someone, you’ll still be thinking of me.”

“You’re always so cocky.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, and that’s what upset you - with yourself, not him. The younger man is a plague on your mind that you cannot get rid of. It didn’t help that he refused to be forgotten, determined to have a relationship with you by any means necessary, an idea you shot down time and time again. 

Yet, when your mind wasn’t plagued with Jungkook, it was about him, especially Dash’s question. “Do you love him?”

“Mommy?”

You blink a few times, your vision returning clearer. You look at Jungkook to find that he’s already looking at you. However, he’s changed the view from him holding his phone to said phone being propped up on his nightstand. You see him laying down, a few strands of hair in his forehead and covering his eyebrows. You see him place his airpods in his ear before continuing to speak. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook questions.

It was your turn to get comfortable. You didn’t have to work until later nor were you expecting company. Dae had kept his distance from you - you thanked the higher power for that - and Dash made it his mission to call before he did, no matter how many times you told him there wasn’t any reason to anymore.

Jungkook watches the way you lay on your own bed, your head crashing onto the soft pillow. He wishes he could be next to you, he thinks, and inhales the sweet (and sexy) scent upon your sheets. Just the memory has his cock hardening in a perverted way.

“You.” you say, answering Jungkook’s question honestly.  

“Me?” Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit, a tint dusting his cheeks. “What about me?”

You couldn’t hold back the snort, your lips twitching upwards. 

“I’m thinking about how cute you look right now.” You tease.

“Cute?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Stop flirting with me, mommy. Just tell me to come and I’ll bend you over-”

“Jungkook!” There’s no malice in your voice and this time, you laugh. “You have such a dirty mouth.”

“You like how dirty my mouth is.” Jungkook retorts. “I miss using my mouth on you.”

This was your moment to stop him. Jungkook was taking a step and it was your responsibility to not allow him to leap.

Instead, you raise your brows. “Do you really?” you murmur, eyes watching through the screen at Jungkook.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods his head. “I miss tasting you…”

There it was, you think, your sanity screaming at you to not do this. Everytime you’ve gone too far and went down a rabbit hole with Jeon Jungkook, it causes you to make terrible decisions. 

In your silence, Jungkook continues. “...miss touching your soft skin. I miss trailing my tongue on every inch of you.”

“Kook…”

“I miss laying my head on your chest, too.”

Jungkook’s voice lowers into a hushed whisper, as if speaking lower in the empty room would hide what he’s saying. His tongue glides across his bottom lip. 

“...miss the way your nipples feel against my palm…against my tongue.”

Your thighs clench together pathetically. No matter how many times you told yourself to hang up the phone - because this was not being strictly platonic - you don’t. Instead, your body reacts, imaging said man doing exactly that. His hands gliding against your naked flesh, his warm mouth wrapping around your nipples and suckling on them until they’re hardened and bruised.

“You miss it, too, don’t you?” Jungkook hums and from your view, you witness the way his legs widen just a bit. “I wish you’d stop being so stubborn, Mommy…”

Jungkook’s bottom lip pokes out a bit, so cutely that you are nearly distracted by the way a tattooed hand trails down his torso and to the hem of his sweatpants. 

“Instead you insist on torturing me…” Jungkook trails off.

“Torturing you how, Kookie?”

A shiver runs through Jungkook’s body. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding. Your sweet voice speaking his name just does something to him - and he feels it right at his core. 

“You know how, mommy.” Jungkook whimpers, fluttering his eyes open to look at you. His hand slides into his sweats without a care. “I’m so hard at just thinking about you.”

You swallow - hang up the phone, you tell yourself. “You should be hard for girls your own age, Kookie.”

Jungkook snickers humorlessly. “Girls my age won’t treat me like you do.” he says, squeezing a hand around his clothed cock, his boxer briefs painfully tight. “The way you make me cum, mommy, no one has done that before.”

Hangup, you tell yourself, the familiar heart beat growing between your legs.

“Why do you think I can never get enough of you?” Jungkook sighs and from the camera angle, you see the way his hand jerks inside his sweatpants.

“Are you touching yourself?” you ask - damn you, you think. You couldn’t stop watching him and his own pathetic words aren’t helping, either. 

“I have to because you hate me.” Jungkook whimpers. This time, he pushes the sweatpants from his waist. He’s sporting navy blue briefs that he proceeds to push down, as well, his cock springing forward.

Your lips part just a bit. 

“I don’t hate you, Kookie…” you trail off as Jungkook wraps a hand around his cock. You swallow, you were going to regret this when you were in the right mind. “...I miss you just as much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you nod your head. “You were such a good boy for me, Koo…I miss feeling your cock in me. I think about it all the time.”

Jungkook’s heart jolts, his cock twitching in his palm. Instantly, he squeezes it, stroking it as his eyes watch you through the screen closely. “Fuck, mommy.” he gasps. “I can still be good for you! Please-”

“How would you be good for me?” you couldn’t help but ask. You and Jungkook were already too deep - and sure, you could end it now, but you wouldn’t.

“You know how, mommy. Have you forgotten how good you felt when I’d fuck you?” Jungkook grunts, shamelessly taking out his cock. Your eyes zone in on it through the screen, the tip flushed just as you remembered it. Your legs squeeze tighter. “-fuck you so deep just how you like it, too.”

Watching Jungkook pleasure himself is hotter than you’d thought it’d be. Of course, it had to be because it was Jeon Jungkook. A handsome face with a handsome cock and seductive voice that shot a wave of heat through your body - and between your legs. 

“I wish you were here right now, mommy.” Jungkook then whimpers, a total switch up to his once overly-cocky attitude that you’re positive would be back just as quick as it left. “No, I wish I was there! I know you’re wet right about now. You’re always so wet for me, mommy.”

“I am wet.” you admit, voice lowering to a whisper. “I wish you were here with me, too, Kookie. I miss feeling your cock in me.”

Jungkook pumps his cock harder, round eyes widening at you. You’re teasing him, he thinks, the way you’re breast are right in the camera, but not fully exposed just because he knows you want to torture him.

“L-Let me see you, mommy.” Jungkook pants. “Please, I miss you. And listening to you right now is torture…”

Jungkook swallows the lump that’s in his throat, uncaring at how pathetic he might sound. It was obvious what he was doing - you were literally watching him - but it wasn’t a secret to you of all people how he felt for you.

“Hmm…see me?” you ask, tilting your head. “What do you wanna see?”

What didn’t Jungkook want to see? It would be perverse for him to tell you to put your whole pussy into the camera, even if it was his first thought when he ponders your question. His hand squeezes his cock, a whimper coming from his lips. “Your…breast.” he swallows yet again, throat dry. “I wish I could feel them right now…please, mommy.”

Now at the thought of your soft breast in the palms of his hand has him salivating, truly wishing he could hold them in his hands once more - even if it was for a mere second. 

You do, pulling your shirt up to show Jungkook your breast, amused - and aroused - but the look of the man. His head is pushed back against his pillow, his cock wet with his own pre-cum and you hear it as he pumps himself.

“So pretty,” Jungkook whines. His mouth part, his tongue salivating at the way your nipples are hardened. His mind swirls with memories of him between your breasts, his fingers twirling and twisting those very nipples, along with his tongue, suckling and leaving it flushed and bruised. “I wish I could cum all over them again, mommy…”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as you watch, your bottom lip being caught between your teeth. Your legs clench tighter together, the sight you’d never thought would ever be hot to you, but here it was. He isn’t silent, nor are the sounds of him pumping his cock at just the sight of you.

As for Jungkook, his mind continues to replay past encounters with you - his cock springing between your breast, his tip hitting against your tongue, an act so lewd that his stomach churns at just the remembrance. “Gonna cum, mommy!” he grunts. 

As of lately, nothing has gone Jungkook’s way. Sure, he was making moves behind the scenes - assuring that Lee Dae paid the ultimate price for being a piece of shit to you and Dash. Him and Sumi found ways for Dash, the illegitimate child, to strive ahead of his cousins, but all of that wasn’t his focus. What was his focus was simple - cumming to you.

“Fuck,”

Jungkook jumps instantly at the sound, his eyes opening like a deer in headlights.

Jungkook knew that voice, and so did you. You act fast, body warm with embarrassment and before asking any questions, you hang up, your heart pounding.

Jungkook goes to cover himself with his blanket, his cheeks flushed as he watches an unamused Dash close the door behind him.

“should I have knocked?” Dash glances away.

Jungkook grabs his phone, now free of you. He lets out a sigh of relief -  Dash hadn’t seen you on the screen.

“You didn’t put anything on the door.” Dash murmurs, going towards his own bed. He drops his bag onto the bed and opens it.

“You…you’ve been avoiding me.” 

Jungkook’s voice is small. He pulls his sweats up underneath the covers. It was Dash’s idea to put something - anything truly - on the outside of the door to let the others know that they wanted the room to themselves. It mainly meant when they had company, not desperately masturbating.

Dash doesn’t respond and Jungkook is unsure how to further lead the conversation. He sits up, swinging his feet to the side of his bed and straightens his shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to catch Dash around, but he’s made himself disappear and avoided him as if his life depended on it. He could ask Sumi for help, but that would be admitting that he needed her even more, and he’d be damned to give her more satisfaction.

“Dash,”

Dash stops what he’s doing. He slowly turns towards Jungkook and at this, Jungkook is taken aback. What he was expecting was for Dash, upon seeing him again after months, to say something. To berate him, attack him (again) even - and he would take it all. 

This, however, wasn’t what he was expecting. Dash, of course, isn’t a fighter unless provoked. But he gives Jungkook nothing but a simple stare, waiting for him to speak.

Swallowing, Jungkook stands. “I,”

Dash waits for Jungkook to speak. 

Jungkook’s hand clenched and unclenched several times.

“Are you nervous?”

Jungkook exhales. “Yes.” he admits, his cheeks darkening. “...you’re my best friend.” he says quietly.

Jungkook doesn’t see the way Dash’s eyes soften for a moment, or the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. 

“Thing’s would be easier if you,” Jungkook shrugs. “I don’t know, beat my ass.” He’s only half joking - he doesn’t want to get punched again by him, but it was something. “I thought about what I would say when I finally saw you again.”

“What did you come up with?” questions Dash, genuinely curious. He wasn’t positive that Jungkook was at the dorm, but after his visit with you, he knew he couldn’t avoid the man forever.

Witnessing him with his cock out wasn’t how Dash wanted to see the man, however.

“Nothing good enough to get you to stop hating me.” Jungkook snorts humorlessly. “I’m sorry.”

Dash bites the inside of his cheek. Avoiding Jungkook was easier than this. The sight of him and you together left his mind, but it was easier to conceal when he didn’t have to see him.

Letting out a sigh, Dash repeats the words he’s said to his mother. “I don’t…hate you.”

Jungkook inhales. He doesn’t want to speak at the risk of ruining the moment.

Dash sits on his bed, rolling the kink out in his neck. 

“I thought about what I’d do,” Dash begins. “about you…if I wanted to continue to fight you at every given chance.”

Jungkook eyes the way Dash raises his eyes to look at him.

“Or if I wanted to just forget about it and move on with my life. To leave you and my mother behind.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You shouldn’t do that to her.” he’s quick to interject. “She…she really loves you.”

“You’d know.” Dash snickers. 

Jungkook supposed he deserves the jabs.

“I thought she was hurt and I forgot about it all.” Dash crosses his arms. “I forgot the disdain I had for her. The betrayal.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Jungkook blurts out. “I-”

“What?” Dash scoffs. “You were going to tell me over lunch that you were fucking my mom?”

Jungkook sighs. He falls onto his own bed, head hanging. “No…” he murmurs. “...I don’t know how I was going to tell you. She…”

Prior to all of this, Jungkook didn’t have an issue with speaking with Dash about any relationships or hookups he had. You were different, of course, as no one wants to hear the personal details about their mother’s sexual life.

“...she didn’t want you to know.” Jungkook murmurs. “I don’t even think she took me seriously. She told me all the time that we couldn’t,”

Jungkook stops to take a deep breath. Dash hasn’t stopped him yet, so he continues.

“be together. It was me who kept pursuing her time and time again.” Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. 

“So…you’re telling me that you have feelings for my mother?” Dash tilts his head, dark eyes staring intently at Jungkook. He wants to laugh at the circumstances. For years it’s just been him and his mom and now she had someone who loved her, but it was someone he brought into her life.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, now lifting his head to look at Dash. “I do.”

“How long?” questions Dash hastily. 

“H-How long what?”

“How long have you loved her?” 

Jungkook exhales. “A few years,” he murmurs.

“You’ve been fucking my mom-”

“No!” Jungkook shakes his head. “It started a few months ago!”

Dash scoffs.

“I,” Jungkook feels like ripping his hair out. “she was nice. She treated me kindly. She cooked for me just as she did for you and-”

“You have mommy issues.” Dash blurt out, his eyebrows knitted together. “She was just being motherly, Kook, seriously.”

Dash takes a deep breath, shaking his head in disbelief. This entire time he considered Jungkook a brother to him, one he always told his mother he wanted - even if he was fine with just the two of them. Instead, someone so close to him had looked at his mother differently.

With warm cheeks, Jungkook nods a bit. “I know,” he mumbles. “my cousin tells me all the time.”

“Your cousin knows you’re fucking someones mom?”

Jungkook ponders if things would change if Dash knew just who his cousin was.

“Unfortunately.” sighs Jungkook. “She…wasn’t supposed to find out, either.” he murmurs, a warmth returning to his cheeks at just how embarrassing it all was witnessing Sumi that night with Dash. 

“What was your plan?”

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, an action he did often while nervous. “I don’t know,” he admits. It wasn’t a total lie. He had every intention of courting you, he thinks. Though, it wasn’t supposed to all end up like this. Dash wasn’t supposed to find out in such a way, you weren’t supposed to cut him out. Now, everything had to be done differently and day by day, he was working overtime. “I wanted to tell you-”

“That you were fucking my mom.” Dash deadpans.

“No!” Jungkook hisses. “I mean, that I loved her! You…I thought I had time. I thought…after graduation-”

“That you’d run in the sunset with my mother?” Dash snickers, this time the corner of his lips curves upwards by how hilarious that sounds. “You’re a man in college just as I am. She’s out of your league.”

Jungkook would argue that he was more than deserving, but then that would be to admit who he was and what he was doing here. It’s no secret that Dash isn’t fond of his paternal family and how “snobbish” they were to those they deemed unworthy. The Jeon family were far beyond that of the Lee and admitting that he was, in the words of his cousins, pretending to be lesser than, he’d surely despise him even more.

“I know she is.” Jungkook murmurs a response. “But I was working on it all. I was going to prove myself.”

The more Jungkook speaks, he realizes how foolish he may have sounded each time he told you. He had nothing to show to you how serious he was besides promises he wouldn’t reveal until college was over.

“And then what?” Dash questions. “You and her would tell me over dinner?”

“Well I haven’t made it that far yet, Dash.” Jungkook retorts. “I was going to tell you as soon as-”

Dash raises his brows.

“-she agreed. She…she didn’t take me seriously, either.” Jungkook’s shoulders falter as he speaks it aloud. He admits, though Dash obviously is holding himself back from attacking him further, it felt good to speak with him about this. 

Quietly, Dash roams his eyes away from Jungkook and towards the ground. It’s obvious neither of them know what to say next. What he’s gathered from speaking to his mother and Jungkook, that there were feelings developed along the way. She could try to hide it, but he knows his mother well enough. 

“You remember what you told me?” Jungkook speaks first this time. “When your father came into town, that is.”

Dash shakes his head. 

In a way, Jungkook knew he wouldn’t. It isn’t something that Dash said entirely too serious, but he had. “Do you care for him?”

Dash snorts. “Is that actually a question you’re asking me?” he asks. He’s sure he couldn't care less for his father, especially knowing that he was planning on selling the same house he bought for them. However, he supposed it was just a matter of time before Lee Dae came and took everything from them.

Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. “Just making sure,” he murmurs. “You’re already upset with me about getting involved with one parent.”

Dash tilts his head. “How could you be involved with him?”

Sooner or later, Dash would know who he was, Jungkook thinks.

“What if I told you that I’m the reason he was arrested?” Jungkook begins, slowly speaking each word as he examines Dash’s expression. 

“Go on.”

So Jungkook does. He leaves a few details out, but he’s said enough. He admit that it was him who called in the domestic dispute, and when asked if he was there with his mother, Jungkook had to assure he didn’t put you under the bus. After all, Dash is under the impression that you cut Jungkook off, and in a way you did, but not fully like you should’ve. “I was there that day.” Jungkook admits, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I saw your dad leave, hurling out insults after the next. She…wouldn’t let me in to talk to her.”

So what if Jungkook bent the truth in his favor?

“I saw the mess in the background, the look on her face.” Jungkook shrugs once more. “Then I remembered what you told me that day before we had dinner with them.”

Dash is intrigued, dare he say. He didn’t think Jungkook would be the reason Lee Dae had been arrested and the start of a downfall for the Lee family. It revealed the bankruptcy which soon spiraled to his cousins being exposed for their own doings.

“If there was a way for her to get rid of him for good, she’d take it.” Jungkook repeats those words Dash spoke, the same one that he took as bond. “The public image of a wealthy family is everything, right? Lee Dae is not only a deadbeat father, but is a broke abuser.”

For a moment, Dash is quiet to process it all. His face is unreadable and Jungkook begins to think that maybe he’s spoken too soon.

Then Dash laughs. His head falls back and he releases it, his chest rising and falling. Jungkook hadn’t heard that same laugh in so long, he thinks. He recalls the nights the two of them had together at the dorm, eating greasy pizza after a night out. He enjoyed listening to Dash ramble on about everything and nothing all at once, moments he took for granted.

“This life is new to me.”

Jungkook watches as Dash lays down, his hands behind his head and eyes upwards the ceiling.

“Having cousins and grandparents.” Dash continues. “My grandmother keeps inviting me over for dinners. My grandfather said I could inherit his company. It doesn’t seem real.”

Jungkook stands to his feet. “That’s great, isn’t it?!”

Dash shrugs.

“It is.” Jungkook assures, far more excited than Dash was, but that was because he wasn’t from this life. He and Sumi weren’t doing things behind the scenes for nothing. “It doesn’t seem real because you’re different from them. You actually know what it’s like to work for the things you want. I’ve heard about your…cousins.”

Dash snorts. “I’m sure everyone has.”

“That means you’re,” Jungkook states. “next in line. Big inheritance and a company-”

“That I have no idea how to run.” Dash deadpans. “Seems like a never ending headache to me.”

“It’s not going to happen overnight.” Jungkook states. “You have time, that is. But this isn’t the point now.”

“And what is the point?” Dash asks, glancing at Jungkook. 

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook responds. “To beg for forgiveness.”

You felt like you were living life backwards. As soon as you realized you were pregnant by that man, you were forced to grow up faster than the rest of your friends. While they went to college, you found yourself a job that was flexible enough for you to raise Dash until he started school. 

You worked what felt like nonstop, not taking any unnecessary breaks and in your eyes, it worked out. Dash life could only go up from here.

Yours, however, you aren’t so sure. You were living backwards because while you’re sure your friends lived their own lives in college - dating or sleeping around - you were raising a child. Now, you were experiencing something you could have experienced in your early twenties.

You told yourself that you were done entertaining whatever it was you had with Jungkook. Your reality check should’ve come that night when Dash found you and Jungkook together, but of course it hadn’t - living life backwards. You allowed Jungkook right back into your home yet again while he was drunk and highly emotional that led to a night of intense passionate sex that you constantly think about.

Which also led you here with a positive pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom counter. You stare at it intensely, hoping that maybe you were just illiterate. That the 8 letter word clearly written on the test didn’t mean what it actually did. However, the other 4 you took and promptly threw away couldn’t be lying, either.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply through your nose. All these years, you were careful. Sure, you had hookups, but they led nowhere - and definitely not to a pregnancy. 

You’ve gotten careless. Dash being out of the home caused you to live the life you didn’t in your youth. Only, you weren’t young anymore - you were a mother to a soon to be college graduate; one you just got back into good graces with.

You do what you do best, however. Throw away the test and do what you were planning on doing this morning. 

You haven’t heard from Dae in nearly a month, something you were grateful for. But you knew the man well and if he said he was coming for your home, he meant it. Packing up everything you owned was a hassle, but you managed well with Dash coming and assisting. You and he spoke little and at the end of it, you both ate. 

“I’m having dinner with them tonight.” Dash murmurs, shoving nearly half of the sandwich into his mouth.

You stop chewing. “Hm?”

“My…grandparents?” Dash swallows. It doesn’t sound less weird the more he says it aloud. “It’s a family dinner, apparently. They want me to,” he shrugs his shoulders. “grow accustomed to the family.”

Slowly, you nod your head. “That’s good.” It sounds more like a question than a statement. “You call me if that asshole tries anything.” your mood shifts instantly once you remember that Lee Dae is indeed family. “What changed your mind?”

Dash takes another few bites of his sandwich before responding. “Jungkook.”

Your ears perk at the name. You try your best not to react too much, afraid that maybe Dash was looking for a reaction out of you. Instead, you take a sip of your water. 

“He apologized.” Dash continues. “Over and over again.”

Your stomach churns. You’ve managed to avoid Jungkook - how, you weren’t sure yourself - since that time you fell into temptation. Phone sex with the very man you told yourself you’d stay away from - living backwards.

“Are you two friends again?” you couldn’t help but ask. It weighs on you that you could have ruined something great for Dash and Jungkook.

Dash’s chewing slows a bit, contemplating the question. He tilts his head, voice a bit muffled. “Do you love him?” he questions.

Your stomach churns once more. “W-Why do you ask?” you shake your head. You haven’t given him a direct response the last time he asked. 

“He told me he loves you.” Dash swallows, picking up the bottled water and downing the majority of it. “Said he has for a while now.”

Your mouth salivates and you attempt to swallow the uncomfortable feeling in your throat.

“Dash,” you exhale. You run a hand through your forehead. “it’s complicated.”

“To know if you love someone or if it was just sexual?” Dash knits his brows together. “I know I didn’t love Hana.”

Hana, you think.You remember the girl you’ve seen for dinner and never again. Definitely not the girl you’ve witnessed with him the night he found you with Jungkook.

“I know I like Sumi.”  Dash continues. “I’m not sure if it’s love yet but…” he trails off, humming to himself just a bit  “...I know it could come to that. She’s also the one that encouraged me to accept my inheritance and eventually the company.”

You widen your eyes. “Su…mi…” you say the name slowly. You want to ask questions as any mother would, but you’re unsure if it’s safe as of yet. You’re unsure if you could even show your face to her without feeling like an utter embarrassment of a mother. “I’m happy you have her.”

And it’s words that you mean. Dash is young and he has a long life to live. You’ll be happy whatever path he goes down that leads him into a life of succession. 

Dash hums, watching you for a bit. You’re back to cleaning up, washing a few dishes and drying them by hand. Then, you proceed to wrap it in several newspapers before placing them inside a labeled box. He exhales through his nose. “I want you to have someone, too.”

You look up from the box you were now taping up. Again, your stomach churns. 

“You’ve been alone-”

“Oh, wow.” you scrunch your brows together, only a bit offended. “I’m glad that you think I’ll be nothing but an old cat lady.” you joke.

Dash’s lips curl upwards. “You’d have about 5 if I wasn’t allergic.” he says, and for a split moment he recalls his skin reddening and his eyes watering at just being in the presence of one for far too long. 10 minutes to be exact. “What I mean is…” Dash takes a deep breath. “...I want you to be happy, too.”

“I am happy.” you murmur, voice low. You push the box aside. “Why do you think I’m not?”

“You put your life on hold to raise me alone. You didn’t have many friends or partners that lasted.”

This time, your heart jolts along with your churning stomach.

“And…I liked it when it was just the two of us at times. But,” Dash feels weird speaking so sentimentally with you. “I want you to have someone, too. Someone you love.”

Dash blinks his gaze to you. You notice the look on his face, one of uncertainty. Uncomfortableness. 

“Dash-”

“Jungkook loves you.” Dash blurts out, his cheeks warm. He inhaled deeply, mentally counting for a few seconds before exhaling. 

Oh, you think, and of course your stomach does more than churns. It rumbles loudly.

“I don’t understand it-”

Oh, you think once more. You nearly forgot that though Jungkook had something for older women, that your son didn’t. He thought women your age had to be nearing a nursing home. 

“-but I can tell it’s more than something sexual. I started to think back to all the times when we’ve all been together. The way Jungkook would act when you weren’t around.”

You lean against the counter, staring intently at Dash as he rambles on. Your mouth continues to salivate but you swallow it back. 

“And…I…love the two of you. A lot.” Dash looks away, his cheeks continue to warm. “So if…y-you don’t need my permission to date, of course, but…if you want to be with Jungkook,”

You feel it in the back of your throat now. You place a hand onto your mouth and attempt to keep it back.

“then I’ll respect it. As long as he makes you happy then I can move past it.”

Dash flinches when he hears you heave, and suddenly vomit all over the newly clean sink. He pushes himself back, the stool scraping against the floor. “M-Ma, are you okay?” he gasps.

You nod your head, wiping your mouth. You turn on the sink quickly. “I-I’m fine.” you lie. “J-Just wasn’t expecting that.”

Dash sighs, his shoulders slumping. You clean your mouth with the water. “You threw up because I gave you my blessing?” he deadpans.

No, you think, you vomited because you were obviously pregnant and the morning sickness was now getting to you. But, you would admit that Dash’s words did cause your heart to swell and your mind to swirl.

“Mommy~”

There’s a bouquet of roses in your face just as you open your front door. The breeze from outside runs through your home and seemingly echos off of the walls, having little furniture to dance through.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, your eyes glancing from the large bouquet to the man holding them behind them. 

Jungkook’s sporting a wide grin, dark round eyes sparkling. 

“...what are you doing here?” you question, taking the roses from the man.

“I came to see you, of course.” Jungkook responds. “I want to take you out.”

You snicker. “Take me out?”

Jungkook doesn’t find anything he said amusing. You on the other hand do.

Last week was when you spoke to Dash about, in his words, having his blessing to pursue Jungkook if you desired. It was the last time you and he spoke about it at all, you recall, as it was awkward for the both of you to.

You’re sure Dash has given the same speech to Jungkook himself as since that day,  a new set of roses has ended up on your doorstep. Only this time, it was accompanied by Jungkook himself.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods. “I want to take you out on a date.”

Jungkook’s dressed casually, you note, a dark denim jacket that matches his jeans perfectly. “And where do you suggest we go?”

Jungkook’s smile widens. “Well, of course I want to show you off to the world as mine, but we know you wouldn’t do it.” he starts, and you roll your eyes. “So I was thinking a movie! It’ll be something easy to start with since we don’t have to hide anymore.”

“I see.” you hum. You turn around and step inside your home. Jungkook follows you, closing the door behind him. His eyes trail around the semi-empty home, labeled boxes neatly stacked on one another. “I’m sure Dash has spoken to you…about us?”

You were running out of space to fit the flowers. Most of your counters were already taking up previous bouquets. 

“Yes.” Jungkook leans against the island as you round it to find room for the new set of roses. “I’m not going to lie, I didn’t think it’d ever happen,” he admits.

Jungkook remembers the night Dash had returned back late one night. The conversation began smoothly at first, with him asking subtle questions, that then led on to his childhood and how you always prioritized him over anything else. It made it easier for Dash to speak to him without looking in his eyes in the dark room, stating that he wouldn’t come in the way of whatever relationship he and you had.

“You wasted no time.” you tease, glancing up at the older man. “I was actually on my way out.”

“I noticed. I came to surprise you.” Jungkook hums. “Where were you going?”

You remain silent, pondering on Jungkook’s question.

You couldn’t tell the younger man where you were going. Nor could you tell him about the positive pregnancy tests you took - or the doctor visit that confirmed it. 

“An appointment.” you respond coolly. “Just a check up.” you shrug your shoulders, but Jungkook notices the way your eyes glance away from his. “Have you been feeling sick? Dash told me you weren’t feeling well last week.”

You can feel your stomach churning right now just thinking about it all. 

“What movie did you want to see?” you ask. You needed to change the subject entirely. You could always reschedule for tomorrow, you think. You had enough time.

“Whatever movie you’d want to see.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “I heard Attack of the Killer Space-”

“You have to be joking.” you scoff. “Of all the movies, you would want to see that.”

“I heard that it was so bad, that it’s good!” Jungkook laughs, his hair bouncing as tosses his head back. “I don’t care what we watch, mommy, as long as we’re together.”

“You’re so corny.” you murmur. “Attack of the Killer Space Beetles it is, then.”

The theater was empty upon arrival and it was something both you and Jungkook expected. The seats are at the very top, the leather making noise as you and Jungkook sit down. The lights were already off and the movie had just begun when you and Jungkook arrived. 

“I have our new five dates planned out.” Jungkook murmurs to you. He places his slushie in the cup holder to his right and opposite of you. 

“Who says I’m going to keep going out with you?” you tease. “People are going to think I’m your mom.”

“I think you overestimate your appearance.” Jungkook lifts the arm rest that divides the two of you. “Besides, I call you mommy all the time.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly it took for Jungkook to be on you in the dark theater. Both of your seats are declined and his lips trail kisses along your neck, his tattooed hand holding you close.

“Kook-”

“Stop, no one’s coming in.” Jungkook interrupts, sinking his teeth teasingingly into your neck. “They don’t get paid enough to check on us, either.”

Your mind tells you that maybe this was Jungkook’s plan. Choose a bullshit movie that no one would see just so he could get you alone - something he could’ve done in the household, yet that wasn’t fun for a man his age, right? Especially not when he could freely hold your hand in public now.

“I missed you, mommy.”

Jungkook’s tongue trails upwards.

“I missed you, too.” you admit. Jungkook captures your lips on his own, his tongue sliding into your mouth to dance along yours.

There’s a familiar ache between your legs that only Jungkook is able to cause. You aren’t sure why you’re allowing this as if you’re his age, but it’s fun. It’s different - it’s new to you. You couldn’t ever resist Jungkook when it’s just the two of you and this only proves that he still has it wrapped around his finger.

“I should have known you didn’t have good intentions bringing me here.”

Even in the dark theater, you can still see Jungkook’s smirk. The shadows from the screen dance off his handsome face. 

“You haven’t told me to stop yet.” 

Jungkook’s hands are warm as they reach underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. 

“I wanted to make our first official date memorable.” Jungkook squeezes your breast tightly. “Making you cum right here while Attack of the Killer Space Beetles play in the background.”

“You’re not fucking me here.” you say sternly.

“Of course not.” Jungkook nods. “That doesn’t mean you can’t cum.”

Jungkook tugs at your bra enough so your breast pops out. His free hand shoves your shirt up. Immediately, your eyes glance down towards the entrance. 

“It’s too dark in here for anyone to even see what we’re doing.” Jungkook assures. “I don’t wanna wait any longer to taste them again.”

Jungkook wraps his greedy lips around your nipple, groaning against it. His free hand roughly shoves your shirt up and your bra down to release the other breast. He grips it in his palm, resulting in a surprised gasp from you. Your back arches a bit at the action, but sensations shoot right between your legs.

Jungkook pops your nipple from his lips, wet and hard. He goes towards the other one, his tongue circling the bed teasingly.

“Ah!” you moan, your eyes fluttering. 

“Such pretty tits you have, mommy. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without sucking them.” Jungkook grunts. “Now I don’t have to anymore~”

Jungkook’s fingers twist the free nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging on it in a way that makes you moan even louder. This only makes you wetter and wetter, the pounding between your legs growing by the second.

“You suck them so good, Kookie.” you couldn’t help but praise him. You were just a woman, yourself, who craved him just as much as he craved you. “You must’ve really missed me, huh?”

“Fuck,” Jungkook captures the nipple entirely now, and between suckles he says, “so much, mommy. Missed you so fucking much.”

The theater is loud, dramatic music booming off of the walls along with screaming people running on the screen. Whatever is happening in the movie, you’re unaware. You’re far too enthralled in Jungkook and the way he suckles on your breast as if his life depended on it. Even in the dark, you can see just how captivated he is by it all - popping the bud from his lips just to circle it with the tip of his tongue teasingly. 

“I bet you’re so wet right now.” Jungkook murmurs, eyes flickering up to meet yours. Your expression is one he missed experiencing. “You’re so pretty, mommy~”

Jungook doesn’t hesitate. He’s got you right where he wants you; all to himself. His hand reaches down to your jeans and swiftly undones the button. His hands sneak their way through while your thighs widen to allow him. 

“I knew I was right!” Jungkook grunts, greedy fingers making their way through your panties to touch your clit. It’s puffy and throbbing - and soaked. “Pussy missed being played with, huh?”

“Y-Yes!” you nod, warmth filling your cheeks. Jungkook’s dynamic always catches you off guard - for the better . In an instant, he could go from the sweet, submissive cutie who suckled on your breast like it was his life force, to a dominant man that spoke so vulgar to you.

If Jungkook could, he’d have you right here. He’d pull your jeans right off, push your panties aside and fuck you until you were full of him. But he understands that he couldn’t go that far - not here at least. 

Jungkook’s finger trails along your clit, not even bothering on starting off softly. No, he knows you. He knows just how you want it. 

Jungkook often thinks back to the first time he’s approached you right in the kitchen of your home. He’s found your profile, the flashing “There’s HOT MILFS in your area waiting for YOU to FUCK THEM!” right above the picture of your naked body. Any other time Jungkook would’ve ignored it, but he knew that face. It was you, of all people. The same woman he’s silently pinned after and in his mind, it was a sign.

Your pussy is messy and leaking. Your hand reaches out to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist for support. “K-Kook!” you mewl out, thighs trembling. 

“You like that, mommy?” Jungkook snickers. Your breast bounces just a bit and it captivates Jungkook back towards your hardened nipples once more. Again, his lips wrap around it, suckling on it until it’s swollen and glistening. “Let’s see,”

You gasp out, eyes widening a bit when Jungkook’s twirling fingers slide down - quite easily due to how soaked you are - to your clenching hole. He dips in two fingers easily until they’re knuckles deep. 

Your head falls back against the leather seat, your stomach churning. Jungkook’s finger thrusts in and out of you, screams now erupting throughout the theater. A week prior Jungkook had seen this same movie just to see how ridiculous it was. The main actress, he’d admit, was attractive, but that was all. The cgi was terrible and he’s unsure why it was showing in theaters at all. 

“Fuck, Kookie, it feels so good!” you groan, your lower back arching so you could feel more of Jungkook’s thrusting fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut, mind going blank. You hadn’t realized just how much you missed Jungkook - his tongue, his fingers; just him. Your own fingers or vibrator wasn’t a match for the man that is Jeon Jungkook. 

“I want you to cum all over my fingers, mommy.” Jungkook’s teeth graze into the skin of your breast, adding enough pressure to assure that he leaves his mark. “You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you later.”

You bite your lip, but somehow a moan slips through. The thought of Jungkook between your legs again has your stomach churning again, the throbbing only intensifying. 

“You’re gripping my fingers, mommy. You want my tongue, don’t you?” Jungkook asks smugly. “I’ll eat this pussy all night. Gotta make up for the times you took away from me~”

“I-I’m gonna cum!” you hiss, your legs closing around Jungkook’s hand. “You always make mommy feel so good, baby.”

Jungkook groans, his cock throbbing in his pants. And like that, the switch flips and he changes. He goes back to the whimpering, submissive Kookie you knew, the one that would beg so sweetly in your ear.

“Fuck, mommy, I need you.” Jungkook sighs, pounding his fingers inside your gummy walls. His fingertips slam against that sweetspot. “I need to feel this sweet pussy around me again.”

You’re cumming, hard and fast. Your moaning is drowned out by the sound of the CGI Space Beetles being blown to pieces. Your grip on Jungkook’s wrist loosens, your chest rising and falling as you pant.

Whenever you were with Jungkook, your mind always failed to act right. You’ve done things you’d never thought about doing - like being in a cramped cinema stall with the younger man. You're lucky that said cinema is nearly empty with even younger employees that could care less about roaming the halls. 

The restrooms are located at the far end of the cinema, so quiet that you could hear pieces of another movie from theater 16 right across from the rest room.

“Fuuuuck,” Jungkook groans as he enters you, his cock sliding deep inside of you. “so wet and so tight.”

Jungkook’s hands are tight around your waist, his cock plunging in and out of you so needily. Your pussy is squelching only loud enough to echo off of the quiet restroom walls. Your body is pressed against the cool stall door, your breast bouncing against it with each thrust.

“You g-gotta slow down, Kookie.” you pant, but the way your cunt squeezes around his cock tells him otherwise. 

“No one’s here, mommy.” Jungkook’s thrusts are hard and quick, your ass slamming against his groin. “I don’t think I could hold back from fucking this pussy. It’s been too long.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, you think. It’s been far too long and you’re far too weak to fight for silence - so you don’t. Instead, you moan even louder, your mind blurring until all you could focus on was the cock you’d miss inside of you. Your thighs are soaked with both cum and your juices, his cock messy with creamy white arousal.

“Then don’t hold back, baby.” you choke out, widening your thighs. The sane part of you - the one who would think about this moment with slight regret and judgment - is screaming. This is the exact reason why you, a grown woman with a grown son the same age as the man you’re fucking, was pregnant. “Show mommy how much you missed her pussy.”

And show you Jungkook does, over and over again. His nails dig into your soft, hot skin, angry cock pounding into your cervix so aggressively, stretching you so obscenely. He’s merciless, leaving you utterly sloppy and begging for more.

A hand reaches around your neck to bring you back against his chest. Jungkook’s tongue licks up from your neck, to your ear before forcing its way towards your mouth. You open your mouth wider to invite him into a messy kiss, your whimpers now suffocating in his mouth.

“Gonna fuck this pussy all night, mommy. Make up all the time I had lost.” Jungkook says against your wet mouth. “This pussy was made for me, mommy. It’s finally all mine to claim.”

Your hip is let go, but that doesn’t mean Jungkook takes his hands off of you. No, he has to torture you even more. He finds your puffy clit, his fingers twirling the bud aggressively, your cunt squeezing his cock even tighter - just how he likes it.

“All yours, Kookie.” you mewl out, tongue sliding against his sloppily. There’s a trail of saliva pooling from your lips, but neither of you care. It’s messy and completely obscene, but both of you are far too fucked out to give a damn. “Want you to fill me up aaalll night.”

You prided yourself on being a responsible adult for over two decades and now you’re throwing everything out for amazing dick. This, you remind yourself, was why you were pregnant. You cancelled your appointment to fix this very problem -  a problem you told yourself you would keep to yourself and take with you to your grave  - for this very dick.

“You’re so dirty.” Jungkook gasps, but he’s just as determined as you are to cum in you. His thrusts become sloppy, fingers circling erratically against your clit, juices coating your thighs.

You cum hard, your eyes squeezed shut tightly that you’re seeing nothing but stars. You’re panting, chest rising and falling and you’re a trembling mess of overstimulation. 

Jungkook isn’t far behind you. His thrusts are sloppy, yet still deep and passionate. He doesn’t care about being quiet as with each thrust, he’s groaning loudly, spewing out - “shit, shit, shit” until he himself is cumming deep inside of you, so much that the seed spews out and down your thighs.

It takes five minutes for the both of you to come down from the high and another five minutes for you to get cleaned up. You’re grateful that you and Jungkook weren’t caught, the adrenaline you felt while doing the do now dies down and like you knew you would, you regret every decision you’ve made. However, you would be lying if you said you didn’t think it was fun - and entirely hot, especially with the way Jungkook looks at you through the restroom mirror. You finish washing your hands and you turn to face him. 

“I’m hungry.” Jungkook says, coming closer to you. He leans down a bit to capture your lips. “I want steak.” he murmurs against your lips.

“I bet you are.” you say back, your body moving before your mind could and you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into another kiss. “I have steak at home. I was planning on cooking in case Dash was coming over.”

“He’s with Sumi tonight.” Jungkook responds, pressing another kiss onto your lips. He missed kissing you. “How about I cook for us tonight? Then, I’ll fuck you into the mattress-”

You push at his chest gently and roll your eyes. “You have a dirty mouth.” you joke, but the words do have you swallowing at the possibilities of the night to come. “You’re wasting no time, huh?”

Jungkook leans away. “Of course not. What I say even during sex, I mean.” Jungkook responds. “I plan on courting you the right way. No more sneaking around.”

Jungkook looks at you, his eyes serious.

“And I plan on having a future with you.”

You break eye contact first. You round Jungkook and go towards the restroom door. You open in slowly, your eyes scanning to see if anyone was near. When you see no one, you exit, Jungkook close behind you.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook captures your shoulder to stop you from going further. “about everything I said.”

You exhale, unaware that you’d been holding your breath this long.

“Kook-”

“No.” Jungkook interrupts. “We don’t have to talk about it here. Or now.” he murmurs. He didn’t want to scare you away. Everything was still new. It would take time for you to get back out there publicly and not hide behind closed doors anymore. He didn’t want to rush anything, but he wanted you to know that he wanted you.

“I want you to know that-”

Your phone rings in your pockets. Jungkook stops his speech. He watches the way you seemingly pale, your eyes zoning in on the number on your screen. “I gotta take this.” you murmur. “How about you go to the car? I’ll meet you out there.”

Jungkook blinks. “O…Okay?” 

You offer a smile  - a strained one - before entering the restroom. Jungkook lingers for a few moments. He doesn’t listen. Instead, he presses his hands gently onto the door and cracks it open.

Your voice is low and muffled, but the restroom is so quiet that he can hear you.

“Yes, I had to reschedule the appointment.” you say. “No…I’m not having second thoughts. I need the procedure done.” There’s a few more seconds of silence. “Yes, I’ll get on birth control. I think that’ll be best after.”

Jungkook shuts the restroom door. He turns on his heels and makes his way down the hall. His mind swirls with what little he’s heard.

Reschedule the appointment.

Second thoughts.

Procedure.Birth control after.

trivia-yandere: okay so like what are we thinking??

“I’m not just here to invite you.” Jungkook says. “How’s the auditions going?”

Taehyung scoffs. His shoulders relax a bit. “No one told me it was this stressful.” he states. “I want a fresh face, you know that. I want to give a new girl a chance.”

“Like I did for my girl?” Jungkook tilts his head. It was the past year where Taehyung had told him about writing his own tv show and Jungkook was on board with it, agreeing to be a producer. 

“Like you did for me.” Taehyung corrects. His friendship with Jungkook remained after all these years. He became a soap opera star, starred in a few movies and cameo on several tv shows. He wanted to get his foot in writing and directing; Jungkook was the perfect person for that. “You have an eye for…talent.” Taehyung shrugs. 

“That I do.” Jungkook crosses his arms. “How new are we talking?”

Taehyung leans forward. “New new.” he murmurs. “I want to make my own star. I want it to be on my project.” That, and Kim Taehyung was tired of nepo-babies coming in and ruining his experience because of who they were related to. Often times, they couldn’t act and didn’t desire to even get better at the craft.

Jungkook nods his head. He has to say he’s proud of his friend and how far he has come. It’s the same type of pride he feels for his own fiancée; witnessing her on billboards and commercials. Her name all over places it otherwise wouldn’t have been without his influence. 

“I may know where to look.” Jungkook quips. “I’ve been reading through the script.” Jungkook raises a brow. “The main girl gives off good girl vibes.”

“A sexually frustrated good girl.” Taehyung nods his head. “HBO style.” he sighs. “I was told I had to keep adding more sex scenes. I swear I’m going to make it artistic.” he groans. Sex sells, he supposed. Look where that got Jungkook’s fiance.

“Then we need exactly that.” Jungkook leans forward. “An actual good girl. Someone with a clean image. Or…”

“No image at all.” Taehyung finishes Jungkook’s words. “We scout someone off the street? That’ll be…”

Taehyung doesn’t finish but Jungkook knows what he means. Costly. HBO is a serious company and all the actors are suspected to be exactly that; actors. Jungkook and Taehyung were good names to have on a résume, but they were also perfectionalists. This project needed to be perfect. Everything they touched turned to gold and that meant whatever new face they brought in had to be the same.

“The budget will be worth it.” Jungkook assures. “Pay for a few acting classes and you can help her on the side. We’ll start filming and,” Jungkook claps his hands. “make history.”

Making history was easier said than done, Taehyung realizes. This was his passion project. He’s spent long hours coming up with a script to his debut directing role. It was entirely different from what he was accustomed to. He was almost always the heart throb - the love interest in whatever soap opera he partake in. It was Jungkook who convinced him to step out of his comfort zone when he brought up his dream of writing his own script. 

And here they are now, Taehyung thinks. Script done, actors hired. They just needed their main girl.

“Luckily it’s only a mini-series.” Jungkook states after the girl strolls out. He lost count on which number she was, but his eyes were growing heavy. “How did she do?”

“Eh,” Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. He takes a sip from his water bottle. “I’m ready to just say fuck it. None of these girls look-”

There’s a knock on the door. Taehyung glances over, bored. 

“We have another one.” Jungkook claps his hands together. “Enter!”

Taehyung’s eyes are fixed on you when you enter. There’s a paper in your hand; the script you and hundreds of other women are meant to act out. He notices that you’re clenching it tightly into your hands.

“Whats your name?” Taehyung questions when you close the door ever so gently behind you.

“Y/N.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, glancing at Taehyung. He doesn’t know you and you appear to be everything they needed - shy, reserved. A fresh face that could do their project justice. Did you have what it took, however, Jungkook ponders. Were you hungry for success? Were you willing to do what it takes?

“Y/N…” Taehyung trails off. He eyes you up and down. “...have you ever acted before?”

Your eyes widen a bit, dancing between Taehyung and Jungkook. Your heart is thumping so loudly in your chest that you swear they hear it. Your lips part but you don’t speak yet. Your palms grow sweaty.

“N-No.” you shake your head, swallowing that lump in your throat. Being here was nerve wrecking as it was. You’ve watched both of these men for years, admiring them and their acting abilities. “D-Do I need experience?”

Taehyung hums. He glances at Jungkook, who glances back. “No.” he then says, turning his dark eyes back to you. “You don’t. Quite frankly…Y/N…” your body warms at the sound of your name rolling off of his tongue. “...I want a fresh face. Someone new to be a part of this project. Do you know what it’s about?”

You nod your head. The script you memorized is only one page, but the top of it explains vague topics of what they expect their lead actress to do.

“I’m afraid, however, you are new to this.” Taehyung expresses. “They’re nude scenes, also sexual ones. This is also considered a thriller so they’ll be certain scenes that are quite disturbing.”

Taehyung notices the way you squeeze the script between your fingers. Gently, you nod your head.

“If you’re comfortable with that, then we’ll proceed with the audition, alright?” Jungkook speaks up. 

“A-Alright.” 

Your cheeks burn at your stutter,  one Taehyung finds cute. 

“Okay,” Taehyung hums. He picks up his own script from his desk and clears his throat. “this scene is a phone call between the two main actors. Just say the lines that you remembered as if you’re on the phone.”

You nod your head.

“I’m going to start recording.” Taehyung grasps a small remote beside him. “You cannot see the camera, yet it’s there. When I give you a thumbs up, you start from the beginning and I’ll follow your lead.”

You take a deep breath. Taehyung presses a button and a few seconds later gives you a thumbs up. Your heart leaps, but you had to do this - and correctly.

“H-Hello?” 

“Hello.” Taehyung’s voice responds, cool, deep and smooth. It was amazing how well established actors could be.

“Hi.”

A laugh comes from Taehyung - just like in the script. “Hi.” he says, his eyes trained on you. “You’re Y/N, I assume?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. In the script, he hadn’t put a name to the main actress. Maybe he hadn’t thought of one yet, but you didn’t have to dwell on that.

You nod. “Yes.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Over the phone, at least.” Taehyung continues, a smile stretching onto his lips. “One of your poison picks was to be blind folded.” Taehyung murmurs. “You are familiar with erotic messages, right?”

“Only with what I see on the site.” you say, eyes glancing at Jungkook. It was a mistake. His eyes are hard - harder than Taehyung’s. 

“Cute.” Taehyung murmurs. “You’ll be naked, of course. I’ll place a robe and your blindfold in the dressing room.”

“O…Okay.” you say, cheeks warm. 

Taehyung doesn't say anything further. He continues to stare at you, as if waiting for you to do something. From here, he witnesses the way your throat bobs when you swallow. The way your fingertips dig into the paper to those nervous, insecure eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Taehyung picks up the remote and presses it. “That’s all we need. Have you given your number to the receptionist?”

Your shoulders slump. You haven’t been in the room as long as the other women have and your mind is already clouding with the negative thoughts.  

“Yes.” you murmur with a curt nod.

“You’ll know if you’ve been chosen or not.” Jungkook speaks. “Have an amazing evening, Y/N. Thank you for coming.”

“I thought she was going to piss her pants at the sight of us.” Jungkook says as the door closes. “What do you think of her?”

“I think she’s exactly what we need.” Taehyung leans back into his seat. “Fresh face. Such innocent eyes and demeanor…”

Jungkook snickers. “An obvious virgin.” he states, the statement random. “If you want her, the choice is yours. She’ll need a lot of work.” 

Taehyung knows this, and he’s willing to put in just as much work to make you into a star on his first project. 

It was a week later when you got a phone call. You hadn’t expected a call back at all. You were positive the audition went far too terrible. The way their eyes pierced through you, judging your lack of experience. Maybe you weren’t fit for who they were looking for - too awkward. Maybe you weren’t gorgeous enough - not sexual enough.

“You…you want me?” you’d ask when Taehyung tells you he wants you to play the lead part. He had even stated that he wanted to make you a breakout star - going as far as to use your actual name in the series. 

“The job won’t be easy.” Taehyung tells you, sitting right across from you. You’ve now been invited to the set where he gives you a solo-tour prior to leading you to his office “Especially with you being a new actress, you are expected to be perfect already. People are going to judge. They’re going to talk - let them.”

You nod your head. You hadn’t stopped nodding your head to show him that you were listening to every word. Your heart is fully and you feel like you could cry happy tears right here and now with how grateful you were. 

“Here you are,” Taehyung hangs you a script. It’s heavy in your hands and you lic your lips with anticipation. “the script is long. Its rating is Mature Audiences.” 

You nod your head. 

“Horror elements. Blood, gore - the good stuff.” Taehung cracks a smile at you. “As you know, it also has sexual themes. An intimacy coach will be there so you’ll be fine. Some scenes you’re expected to be fully nude, as well. Have you ever done modelling?”

You shake your head. Your fingers squeeze the script. You were already hired, but the last thing you wanted was for them to reconsider. 

“I see.” Taehyung responds.

“But I’m comfortable!” you interject before Taehyung has the chance to reconsider. “I’m comfortable around you…I can do this.” 

It sounds like you were trying to convince yourself more than Taehyung, but he smiles and nods. “I’m glad.” 

Taehyung leans back in his chair. “We haven’t found you a male lead, however.”

Taehyung recalls Jungkook's words from the day prior. Did he want to find a new fresh face for the male, as well? Did he want to waste more money on teaching acting lessons for them like he would be for you? 

“But for now, I can take over. We can go through a few lines ourselves.” 

“Okay!” you nod your head. You want your heart to calm down. Your body is flushed, cheeks warm. You being around a seasoned actor has you a bit starstruck yourself.

The next few hours dragged on. Taehyung was a man with patience, but he was a perfectionist. You thought going through lines meant just that, but no. It was more. It was going through your reactions - how to smile, how to speak without looking right at the camera, how to scream and actually appear frightened.

Taehyung had brought you back onto the set to continue to go through several lines.

“This looks like a real massage room.” you say, your eyes scanning the set. As Taehyung enters, the lights above turn on with sensors. The set walls are a crimson color, one wall being stocked from top to bottom with mirrors. There’s abstract painting on the opposite side of the mirror wall, several floor plants that you’re unsure if were fake or not. In the center of the room atop of a long rug laid a massage bed, covered with a dark cotton sheet.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Taehyung questions, offering a soft smile. “Have you ever gotten one before?”

You shake your head.

“I see. We’ll have a real masseuse come during filming. During those scenes, we’ll focus more on the up close shots.” he explains. “This scene will be the first scene where you’ll be fully nude.”

Nodding your head, you let out a soft breath. “Alright. I think I’ll be ready.” you speak. “Will there be…a lot of people around?”

“Not much.” Taehyung says. “Mainly personnel who are essential. Only the actors involved in said scene are allowed, the director, me,” Taehyung smiles warmly once more. “an intimacy coach, as well. I’ve been in this world for years now as you know.”

“I know.” you lick your lips. “You were one of my moms favorite actors to watch everyday after work.”

“Have you watched me?” 

“Sometimes.” you nod your head. “Mainly your movies.”

Taehyund nods. He supposed soap operas were for an older audience. “Which movie, if I may ask.”

“I enjoyed divine intervention.” your cheeks burn, your mind flashing with scenes from the movie. “I hope to be an amazing actress one day…” you trail off, averting your eyes to the ground.

“You will.” Taehyung speaks matter-of-factly. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Your eyes turn back towards the man. Taehyung is already watching you, his eyes unblinking and face serious. Slowly, your eyes widen before you (attempt) to remain calm. “R-Really?”

Taehyung nods. “Of course.” he responds almost instantly. “It’ll take some work, sure, but you have it in you. I can see it.”

Taehyung takes a few steps closer to you. You’re stiff, body flushed and warm, as he stands tall in front of you. He’s silent, his eyes roaming your face - you probably appeared completely idiotic in front of him right now.

“You’re hungry.”

Your palms begin to sweat. Was it that obvious? “J-Just a bit.” you admit sheepishly. “I only ate some ramen before I came but-”

Taehyung chuckles, his lips twitching upwards with amusement. “No,” he interrupts, lifting his hand to press two fingers onto your forehead. “silly. I meant you’re hungry for success. I can see it in your eyes. That’s what we need.” 

“O-Oh.” 

You swallow the lump in your dry throat, wishing that if the ground opened up and devoured you whole that it’d be the only way to rid you of your embarrassment.

“Someone that really wants it,” Taehyung trails his fingers down your forehead to your cheek slowly. His aroma, due to the closeness, is evident as you inhale. Citrusy with florals with a hint of vanilla. “does whatever they can to achieve their goal, right?”

It takes you a long moment to come back to reality and into the realization that he was asking you a question.

“Right.” you whisper, afraid to even nod your head. “I do want it.”

“Good.” Taehyung hums. “What would you like to eat? My treat.”

“It’s fine!” you quip. “I-’ll just-”

“No bother, truly, Y/N.” Taehyung drops his hand from your cheek. “I’ve kept you here long enough going over the script. The least I can do is feed you.”

“Method…acting?”

Taehyung thinks you’re cute.

Taehyung thinks that innocent look in those glossy eyes that you give him is even cuter. 

Taehyung was serious about making you an amazing actress. He personally had paid for your acting lessons and oftentimes sat through them no matter how long it took. Afterwards, you and he would go over the script, often on set so you could get the feel of it. You’ve approved greatly, Taehyung thinks, in just a short amount of months. 

This night is the same. You’ve gone to your acting classes with Taehyung silently observing you and by the end of it, you ate lunch with him where he praised you. Ever since then you and he had gone through lines on set.

“Yes,” Taehyund nods his head. “the material in this dark. Sensual. Think of…Heath Ledger and how he isolated himself to prepare for The Joker.”

You nod your head in silent agreement.

“I believe one's performance could be truly remarkable if they experienced it themselves, don’t you think?” Taehyung questions. “That’s what I want to work on today.”

“Today?”

Taehyung nods his head. “I want you to be comfortable when we begin filming.” he explains. “There’s cameras that will be filming you from all angles. I want you to be prepared for that. Follow me.”

You do. Taehyung leads you through several sets, the sensor lights lighting up as the two of you pass through them. He leads you back to the set that is modeled after the massage parlor once more, this time just outside said set are camera equipment already placed surrounding said set, all pointing directly at you and Taehyung. 

“This is how it’ll feel.” Taehyung comments. “People will be operating these cameras, recording every scene.”

Your eyes roam around at the cameras, all not powered on, but still facing you. You never thought about it this way, you think, and the look on your face tells Taehyung that you are becoming anxious.

“This is where the method acting comes into place.” Taehyung speaks matter-of-factly. “Remember what I said in scenes such as this, you’d be naked?”

“Yeah…” you trail off, body warming up.

“Yes,” Taehyung begins. “though in some scenes the actor or actress appears nude, that’s where certain garments are placed to cover them. When we begin filming, we’ll have one for you to match your skin iperfectly. Until then,”

Taehyung doesn’t finish what he says and instead continues to look right at you. Underneath his dark eyes - and model-like gaze - you feel small and inexperienced.

“I…” you lick your lips, eyes glancing around the set nervously. “...do you n-need me to undress?”

“We’re going to go through the script as we do.” Taehyung takes a few steps back. He turns around. “I’ll allow you to undress, not completely nude, however, just down to your underwear.”

Taehyung does turn around, his arms crossed. It’s in that moment you realize just how serious he was about this “method acting”. Your heart is pounding so hard that you feel as if it might explode.

Calm down, you tell yourself. You memorized this scene as if your life depended on it. In a way, it did. You were prepared to be nude in this scene and chickening out now meant that you were putting your job and upcoming career on the line.

You kick off your shoes first, then your pants go next. The warehouse isn’t cold, but there’s a breeze that goes through you when you remove your shirt then your bra. “Do I…do I get on the massage bed?”

“Yes. We’ll be going over the full scene, so do exactly as the scene entails.”

The scene, your mind tells you. To get “naked” and to lay onto the massage bed with the towel draped on your lower half, so it’s exactly what you do. You lay your cheek on your hands, your heart beating far too loud out your chest that you feel it in your ribcage. 

“I think I’m ready.” you say, that nervous tone in your voice that you wish Taehyung didn’t catch. 

“Okay,” Taehyung turns around slowly. “action.” 

Action is what Taehyung says when he expects the two of you to begin acting out the scene. 

Taehyung’s eyes fall on your figure on the massage bed. His eyes zone in on your naked back, finding that you’re shivering just a bit - nervousness, he concludes. He strolls towards you, the heels of his shoes lightly tapping against the wooden set floors, creaking closer and closer to you. 

“Are you ready?” Taehyung’s voice is low, raspy and deep - just as the script says.

 You gulp and nod your head.

You flinch a bit when Taehyung’s hand, warm and soft, touches your back. You have to mentally scream at yourself to breathe.

You let out a shaky breath, already knowing where this was going to lead to. He begins to rub along your back, dipping lower and lower until his hand is at the white towel covering you. 

“I’m going to remove this.” Taehyung states cautiously - he’s speaking to you directly.

“O-Ok.”

Slowly, Taehyung does. You weren’t prepared for this - and who would be? You didn’t think you’d ever have to undress in front of Taehyung before filming. Your panties are simple and grey, but he finds it cute in a weird way he himself can't even explain.

“Action.” Taehyung murmurs, his fingers lightly tapping against your skin and passing the band of your panties.

You swallow a yelp when you feel Taehyung’s large hand on your ass and grip it slightly. You bite the inside of your cheek, your heart continuing to pump erratically. 

Taehyung grips your ass once more, this time his fingers sliding beneath your panties just a bit.

You inhale through your nose and hold your breath for longer than you need to. Your mind begins to tell you that this isn’t something you should be doing - Taehyung was the director, not the actor who is set to work alongside you. Yet, you’re far too anxious to speak what a part of your mind is thinking as the other finds the idea of “method acting” to work in your favor.

“Are you okay?”

You exhale through your lips.

“Are you nervous?”

Taehyung leans closer to you, stopping right above your shoulder. You can feel how much closer he is to you, his breath tickling the skin on your shoulder.

“A little.” you admit sheepishly. 

“Do you trust me?” asks Taehyung. He hasn’t halted his actions, his hand continuing to grip and glide against your ass. 

Inhale. “Y-Yes.”

“Good.” A hum. “Action.”

This time, you don’t hide the yelp when Taehyung’s fingers find their way inside your panties. He’s dangerously close to your clit. 

Taehyung presses his lips onto your shoulder, so soft and light. Then, he does upwards towards your neck just as the script says, his fingers working their way closer and closer.

“Relax,” Taehyung murmurs. “and let me take care of you.”

Taehyung inhales your perfumed skin, that floral scent of roses and a hint of cherries that has his mind going wild. He himself is unsure what he’s doing - this is highly inappropriate. He could lose everything he’s built thus far if you thought the same way. Thousands of acting classes alone - and if you went public with this…

However, there's something deep inside of him that tells Taehyung that you wouldn’t. You were a good girl, he thinks, a good girl that wanted it all. You wanted the fame, the notoriety and the career of an actress. You told him your desires of one day having your name be as big as his or Jungkooks, even if you did laugh it off and say that it was just a dream. It was a dream he could make happen.

“You’re so silent.” Taehyung whispers against your neck. “You’re supposed to be moaning…it’s a part of the script.”

“I k-know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Taehyung responds. “Are you comfortable?”

You nod your head while taking another deep breath.

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to moan…” you admit sheepishly. 

Taehyung hums. “It’s supposed to be natural.” he removes his hand from you, his hands trailing upwards towards your hips. “Turn around.” he tugs at your hips gently.

You do, your shy eyes meeting his, your arms crossed over your chest to hide whatever dignity you could.

“Don’t cover yourself. It’s just you and I here.” Taehyung assures, his hand roaming upwards. He places it underneath your chin, his eyes never leaving yours. “You have to be comfortable with the cameras. When filming, you’ll just pretend it’s you and I like it has been.”

“Okay.” you murmur.

“Good girl,” Taehyung smiles. “you want this, don’t you? It won’t be easy, of course, but if you continue to follow my directions, you’ll be a step closer to your own dreams.”

Your heart jolts at Taehyung’s words. “I do want this!” you quip, your nose rubbing against his by how close he was to you. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to.’

Taehyung finds that he likes that. “Kiss me.” he tells you coolly.

For a moment, you’re stunned, your warm body becoming even hotter by his words. But then, you do, slowly and nervously. Your lips press against his in a soft, shy peck.

“Is that-”

Taehyung interrupts your question by pressing his lips back onto yours. It surprises you with how sudden it was, his tongue plopping your open easily to slide into your mouth against yours.

You gasp against his mouth as Taehyung’s large hand grasps onto your breast, squeezing it gently in his palm. Your nipples harden easily, poking against his palm.

“W-Wait!”

You say, turning your head away from the man. 

Taehyung doesn’t, however. His lips find your collarbone, his tongue tracing your skin easily. He squeezes your breast again, his lips going lower and lower. “Action.”

Your eyes widen a bit as you witness Taehyung wrap his lips around your perky nipple, the action causing you to moan the way he intended you to. He places his right hand onto your waist to keep you in place while his tongue flickers against said nipple.

Your breathing is hitched, eyes wide and face hot with embarrassment. Taehyung is strikingly handsome, dark hair hiding his forehead, but those matching dark eyes peer right up at you. They’re bold and confident, watching your every reaction.

You squeeze your eyes shut, cheeks warm. Your heart pounds erratically as your mind attempts to remember the script, but all your brain could muster up was Taehyung’s eyes on you.

“Don’t be so shy.” Taehyung pops your nipple from his wet lips. “I know it feels good.”

Taehyung presses open mouth kisses towards your other breast, his mouth widening to capture that nipple. The tip of his tongue twirls around the bud slowly, his eyes watching the way your own mouth falls open, letting out that hitched breath.

“Does it feel good?”

Think.

Think - think.

Your eyes flutter open and you nod softly. “It feels…so good.”

Taehyung doesn’t speak, but his eyes tell you exactly what he wants to say. ‘Good girl’.

That hand on your waist slowly glides, long fingers tapping against your soft skin. Goosebumps trail along your skin.

Your own hands squeeze into tight fists as your racing mind has to continue to tell you to breathe. 

“Ah!”

Taehyung likes the sweet noises that you make. It makes him want to do even more just to see what other noises you’d make for him - so he does. His fingers, ever so gently, glide up between your legs towards your covered clit.

“You’re so wet.” Taehyung hums, reciting the script even though what he was stating was true. Your panties are soaked and there’s a slight tremble of your thighs. 

“Sorry.”

Taehyung’s throat rumbles with a chuckle, but he doesn’t want to offend you. He didn’t want you to think he was laughing at you because he wasn’t. Your naivety and innocence was cute, however. 

“You don’t need to apologize. That’s good.” Taehyung tilts his head, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Don’t you feel good? Don’t you want to feel better?”

“...Better?” your eyes widen just a bit. “Should we…s-should we be doing this?”

Taehyung shrugs a shoulder, but his eyes don’t leave yours. “Don’t you feel good?” he questions. “Are you afraid to do this?”

Taehyung watches you as he awaits your answer, long fingers gliding against your covered clit, the moisture evident on the damp fabric.

“I thought you wanted this?” Taehyung continues. “I told you I could make you a star.”

Taehyung witnesses the way your face contorts with different stages of emotions - confusion, realization, hesitance. His cock is hard in his pants, twitching with each passing moment.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine…” Taehyung sighs, trailing off. “…as you know Y/N, this is my first project. I’m serious about it. Are you serious about this?” 

“Y-Yes, of course.” You murmur. 

“And you know things like this can be stressful for all of us right? Especially you and I.”

Holding Taehyung’s gaze has been difficult enough, but then you add on whatever this was and it made it even worse. You turn your head just a bit, eyes casting down towards the massage bed.

“I’ve spent thousands to assure that you’re perfect at this.” Taehyung continues, invasive fingers trailing along the stitch of your panties, so close to your heat. “I worked alongside you day and night to make you into the star I know you can be.”

Taehyung’s finger hooks underneath the fabric, his own eyes flickering down to see just how sticky it was. Without much though, he grunts, licking his lips.

“Are you sure you want this?” Taehyung questions. “The job, that is. Wouldn’t you do whatever it took?”

Whatever it took.

Your mind races with what Taehyung is not saying, your brain putting the pieces together correctly. You were naive, sure, but not a complete fool. The entertainment industry on a surface level is all glitz and glamour, but deeper it was something more heinous.

“You’re perfect for it, Y/N.” Taehyung continues. His fingers pull at your panties even more, sliding them over so he has a perfect view of your pussy - wet and begging him for attention. “I want to make you my muse.”

You let out a shaky breath, your trembling thighs threatening to close. “Your muse?’ your eyebrows knit in an innocent way that Taehyung thinks is cute. 

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods his head. “My muse. If this series goes well then that means I could continue with my craft. You,” dark eyes are on your own pair again. His fingertips press against your clit and slowly, he twirls. “can be the star that you’re meant to be. The new face this industry hasn’t seen yet. Talent that has yet to be discovered.”

Taehyung picks up the pace in twirling. Your clit is pulsing, arousal pooling on his fingers. Your naked body right now, underneath the bright set lights, is beautiful. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing, your hard nipples enticing him that he wants to continue to suckle on them.

“You want that, right?” Taehyung leans closer to your face, breath tickling your nose by how close he is as he speaks. 

“I…,” you swallow. Taehyung is close enough for you two to kiss like before. “...don’t think I can…I’ve never done it before.”

“I know.”

Taehyung’s words shouldn’t have slipped through his mouth the way it did. He didn’t want to appear predatory by speaking them, yet it was far too obvious. Your nervousness to comply when any other woman would have jumped at the opportunity - even without the job.Dare he say it makes Taehyung want you even more. 

“You’re a blank canvas.” Taehyung continues, those fingers sliding downward to find your clenching hole. “So pure and beautiful…all you have to do is let me.”

You’re tight, but Taehyung knew you would be. He watches the way your thighs quiver and how foreign having someone else's fingers inside of you. 

Taehyung’s slow at first, allowing you to grow accustomed to him. His long fingers pump knuckles deep, eyes dancing from your pussy back to your face. “Does it feel good?”

There’s a short whine that Taehyung ears captures that drips off of your tongue.

“Use your words.” Taehyung continues, sliding his fingers out of you just to push them right back in, this time adding a bit more pressure. “You’re such a pretty little thing.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you clench around him at the compliment; you were a girl into his praises.

“Y-Yes,” you nod slowly. “it feels good.”

“Good girl.” Taehyung makes sure to look right in your eyes as he says it, his lips twitching upwards. “I can make you feel even better.”

Taehyung shifts his wrist, the palm of his hand slapping against your puffy clit with each pump of his fingers. The feeling is incredible and before you could truly understand, you’re moaning even louder. Your cheeks continue to burn when you hear the squelching sound of your own pussy with each pump, coating his palm entirely with your arousal.

“You’re so tight.” Taehyung groans, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’ve never been touched like this before, right?”

Though Taehyung knows the answer, he’s a man. You’re someone he could mold right into perfection. Someone who hasn’t been tainted by those around you, a perfect muse who he and he alone would create something beautiful with.

“No.”

That makes Taehyung cock jump. His fingers curl inside of you, slamming against that sweet spot that has your body jerking. You can feel yourself clenching up, something building inside of you that you’ve never felt this intense before. 

“I know you haven’t. You’re such a good girl.” Taehyung grunts. “I know you’re gonna cum. I feel it.”

Taehyung pushes himself away from you, his free hand pressing firmly against your abdomen to keep you right in place, his pumping increasing and with each pump, a slam against your clit. Your eyes flutter, the lewd sight enough to send you over the edge. Your head has fallen back, mouth agape to let out struggling moans - all for Taehyung’s eyes.

“I can’t,” you whine.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, Y/N.” Taehyung breathes. “You can take it, baby. Just let it go.”

Taehyung watches with amazement with how much you do cum. You’re a trembling mess, juices coating his hand entirely while you try your hardest to find enough air in your lungs to breathe. 

What Taehyung chooses to do next surprises you, but not him. He’s between your legs faster than you can prepare yourself. His warm tongue lays flat onto your clit, his head  bobbing from side and side to further taste you. He holds onto your thighs tightly, assuring you won’t squirm away from him.

Moans and groans tumble out from you, your hands digging into the towels beneath you for comfort, unsure what else to hold onto. Your eyes begin to roll and you’re whimpering. “T-Tae-”

How Taehyung adored those sweet moans coming from such pure lips. His cock stiffens, his hold on you is tight enough to bruise your delicate skin. He refuses to stop until you’re cumming on his tongue.

“Tae…Taehyung please I don’t think-” you cut yourself off, your thighs nearly closing around his head as his tongue laps greedily against your clit, suckling and smacking nastily. It echoes off of the high warehouse walls.

It’s a silent command the way Taehyung’s hand slaps against your outer thigh - you can, he’s telling you - and you will. You cannot help but slide your hands up your body and grip your breast, Taehyung watching from between your legs house sensual it all looks.

“-gonna…gonna cum.” you cry out, eyes squeezed shut as yet another building pressure flows through your body, one that has you helplessly seeing white. “...fuck!”

Such a dirty mouth you have, Taehyung thinks, watching with dark eyes as you cum, body trembling as he continues to suck and lick messily at your clit.

Taehyung licks his lips slowly, watching you lay pathetically still besides the rising and falling of your chest. His throat rumbles with a soft chuckle. You were like a prey offering itself to him, the predator who was going to have you regardless.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N…you’re doing so good.”

Taehyung’s hand slides slowly upwards your body, goosebumps forming onto your exposed skin. 

“I knew from the very beginning, you know? Right when you walked through that door you'd be perfect for this.”

Your eyes flutter open just as Taehyung is between your legs. You feel something hard but warm rub against your sensitive clit.

“You were a pretty face we haven’t seen in a while.” Taehyung grunts as he rubs his tip against your sticky clit, marveling how wet you are. “With such an innocent aura surrounding you. I knew you’d be perfect - the it girl.”

You bite your lip, the overstimulating feeling becoming too much for you. “...really?” you murmur in slight disbelief.

“Of course.” Taehyung assures. “I’m doing everything in my power to make you the next it girl. You’re my muse, after all.” Taehyung presses himself at your entrance, the tight hole entrancing him. 

Your heart is pounding so fast in your chest as you watch Taehyung, your palms sweaty. You remain silent, even if the alarm bells are blaring in your mind. You haven’t done this before and the idea of doing this with him…

You gasp as Taehyung begins to enter, wincing just a bit. It didn’t hurt until he begins to thrust further, forcing himself into space that hasn’t been inhabited yet.

“I-I…” you take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Taehyung murmurs, his voice so soft and gentle. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”

Hesitantly, you nod your head. You take a deep breath as Taehyung ruts his hips, filling you to the brim. It felt weird how full you felt, a tingling feeling overtaking your body and an uncomfortable jab you felt at the pit of your stomach.

“So pretty…” Taehyung speaks, tone just as softly. He begins to move his hips again, sliding his cock out just to slide it back in.

It takes a few more thrusts later for the pain to subside. The feeling is still foreign, but the uncomfortable pressure begins to shift to that of slight pleasure, one that you haven’t felt yet. You thought being stuffed so fully by his fingers was liberating - this was even better.

“Theeeerre you go.” Taehyung adds. “It feels better, right? I told you it would, baby.”

Taehyung has to fight himself to fuck you like a whore. He has to remind himself that you were someone delicate  - fragile. You were new to these things and into this world entirely and he promised you that it would be him to take care of you. It’d be him to show the in’s and out’s, the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry.

Instead, at least for now, Taehyung focuses on thrusting deeply, allowing you to adjust to being full of him. Slowly, you allow your legs to fall open, your bare chest rising and falling, breast bouncing back and forth.

“Talk to me.” Taehyung grunts, hovering above you. From here, he’s even more handsome. The closeness almost has you forgetting where the two of you are.

“...so deep…” you murmur, pussy squeezing around his cock.

“Do you like feeling me this deep?” Taehyung lowers himself just a bit to capture your nipple, his tongue circling teasingly. 

You’re panting just as Taehyung pulls out to then thrust back in even deeper. Your back arches. “Yes,” you say between pants. “it feels good.”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there’s no use to shying away now - so you don’t. Your hand reaches down to touch Taehyung’s side, an action that has him flinching. It does something for him, he thinks, as he begins to quicken his pace.

“Ah!” you throw your head back as Taehyung thrusts into you harder, your insides tingling and pussy squeezing. Your eyes flutter in an attempt to remain open, but you couldn’t manage.

Taehyung pounds into you  - deeper, harder, faster. Your walls clasped around him tightly, never wanting to let him go - and he never wants to be released from such a heavenly feeling. 

The world around you begins to spin, your breast bouncing with each rushed pump of Taehyung’s cock. His hands roam your body, sliding up from your waist to your brouncing breast, gripping it in his large hands as he fucks you.

“You feel so good, baby. So tight and wet.” Taehyung groans, coming down closer to you. You don’t have to open your eyes to know that he’s looking at you. “You’re doing good.”

Once more, your pussy squeezes, Taehyung’s praises going straight to your core. Your toes curl, stomach churning with that familiar, overstimulating feeling.

You feel it coming, you think, another orgasm that’s going to have you feeling numb. Taehyung himself feels it, this time his hand sliding from your breast. His fingertips tap past your stomach to right between your legs to rub at your clit.

“T-Tae,” you gasp, your thighs caging him in to bring him closer to you. You felt like you were going to explode any minute now.

“Go ahead, baby.” Taehyung groans.

Your body warms up, your lips fall open to let out a soft cry. Your body trembles as your orgasm hits, Taehyung’s twirling fingers causing an overstimulating pain that you couldn’t take anymore, but he still had a few more thrust until he himself was done.

There’s a line of sweat at Taehyung’s forehead, his eyes unblinking as his thrust becomes sloppy. The pressure builds into his gut, and as much as he wants to fill you full of him, he understands he couldn’t - at least not yet. He’ll have to prepare you first.

Your thighs are coated in Taehyung’s cum, warm and sticky, but you’re too exhausted to care. From this position, you appear entirely fucked out, your chest rising and falling in rushed breathing. Your thighs quiver a bit, his cum dripping ever so slowly.

It isn’t until you feel something cold against your skin do you register what’s going on. Slowly, your eyes flutter open to see Taehyung wiping your thighs clean, a wipe in his hands. You’re unsure what to say, your high coming down and reality sets back in.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung questions, flickering his eyes up to you.

You open your mouth and close it a few times, attempting to speak without stuttering. “Alright.” you sit up, suddenly feeling far too exposed and a bit cold.

“You did good, Y/N.”

Taehyung stares right into your eyes, never losing eye contact. 

“It’s only up from here.” Taehyung places a hand onto your cheek. Taehyung’s hand is warm and before you realize it, you’re leaning into the warmth.  “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Smile.” Taehyung murmurs to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

Your ears find it difficult to focus on anything - the screaming crowd surrounding you mixed with the amount of paparazzi and media people who're flashing the camera in your eyes and asking you a hundred questions a minute. They’re telling you how to pose, how to smile, why you and Kim Taehyung, director and lead actor in his own series, were standing so close.

Taehyung tilts his head towards you, his eyes already trained to the flashing lights. His ears know how to turn it all off and drown out the crowd.

Taehyung unwraps himself from you and takes a few steps away. He nods his head towards you once your head snaps to him.

“Y/L Y/N!”

“How did it feel working alongside Kim Taehyung in your first role?”

“I heard the role is dark, any thoughts on it?”

Taehyung watches you, his muse. His own eyes sparkle a bit and he ponders if this is what Jungkook felt like with his own wife. Watching you day by day become better until it was time to film, all the way until now at the premiere. 

“Y/N,” Taehyung calls for you, holding out his hand for your gloved ones to take. The dress he got for you is as beautiful as you are right now, long and flowing in the light breeze. “come. Let’s meet with the rest of the cast.”

You nod your head, doing as Taehyung wants you to. It’s what you always did, your mind telling you that this was the reason why you had no friends on set. While others bundled together and gained friendships, you hadn’t - couldn’t.

“She’s just jealous of you.” Taehyung had said one day, having fired one supporting actress. It was her who asked you to talk when filming was over and asked you right out if you were fucking Taehyung because  - “there’s no way you got the leading role over me.”

Though Taehyung defended you and fired her immediately, her words replayed over and over again by how true she was.

What didn’t make it better was when Taehyung insisted on being the leading male actor in the role. It caused more lingering eyes and hushed whispers whenever you and he were around, but Taehyung had told you not to worry about them. This was his passion project. Everything  had to be perfect and who else would be the best besides him?

Jungkook had agreed, you heard. He’d come between filming and speak with Taehyung and him only, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he turned them away. When you asked Taehyung about it one evening, he had insisted that Jungkook took a liking to you, even if he wasn’t well at showcasing it.

“Your first premier.”

Speak of the devil.

“How is it?” Jungkook asks you, by his side, his fiance. She’s sporting a picture perfect smile for the cameras flashing towards them, the flashing lights not bothering her like it did you.

“Overwhelming.” you admit, your eyes glancing away from his fiance to look at Jungkook. 

“You’ll get used to it.” Taehyung squeezes your hand in his, a reassuring smile on his lips when you turn to look at him. “We have many more projects to come.”

“Let’s take some pictures.”

You feel an arm link with your and instantly, your head whips to the woman. Your heart pumps, a bit starstruck yourself with being so close to her as she leads you away from Taehyung and Jungkook and back towards the flashing lights. 

“You’re like a deer in headlights.” she murmurs to you, somehow not dropping the model-like stare she gives the camera. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” you manage to respond. Taehyung had warned you about this and just how overwhelming it’d all be. He even went through poses with you himself to assure that every part of you would be perfect.

“You and Taehyung…”

Jungkook’s fiance turns towards you this time, fixing the strap of your dress. The chaos seemingly fades into the background when you look into her own eyes. “...do you want to do those things with him?”

Her lips don’t move as she’s mastered speaking without being caught by the cameras, low enough for just your ears to capture.

Your stomach churns, cheeks warming up with embarrassment. Your eyes glance towards Taehyung who’s already watching the two of you.

“W-What do you mean?” you chuckle nervously, your voice cracking. You inhale deeply, attempting to blink away the glossy look in your eyes. “I-I…nothing is going on between-”

“Y/N! Look over here!”

“Jungkook, are you afraid Taehyung and Y/N will be taking you and your wife’s spot as the most influential couple?”

Your shoulder straightens a bit as she snorts. “Do this because you want to.” she murmurs, her eyes scanning your face. “Don’t put his needs over your own.”

“It’s time to go inside.”

Your eyes remain on her as she allows Jungkook to pull her away, his hand in her own. Taehyung places a hand on the low of your back, bringing you closer to him. “Is everything okay?” he asks, gently pushing you along to follow behind Jungkook and his fiance, the same actress you had watched countless times on your own screen. Her words replay in your mind - over and over again.

Did she know? Was it obvious the way you and Taehyung interacted?

If she knew, did everyone else? Did everyone here assume you only got the job because you were willing to fuck your way to the top?

“Y/N,” Taehyung continues just as you and he go past the double doors. As they close behind the two of you, he turns to face you. “what’s wrong?”

“I…” you shake your head. “...did you tell anyone?”

That glossy look in your eyes returns. Taehyung places a hand onto your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. 

“What we do is our business, is it not?” Taehyung murmurs. “You’re just nervous. It’s your first premier, it happens.” he assures. “Come, they’re showing the first episode before they expect us to go on stage.”

You do, following behind Taehyung who’s holding your hand tightly in his. You ignore the eyes that’s on you and him as the two of you enter. He takes his seat in the first row, the large screen already showcasing the first episode - “just to get the feel of it”. He told you.

You weren’t sure you wanted to be in a room full of people watching you act - especially the sexual material. This was going to be your first time seeing it come together, as well, and you were nervous with what the final outcome would be.

Was your acting going to be noticeable? In a room full of people who do this on the regular, you don't want to look like a fool.

“Don’t you feel good? Don’t you want to feel better?”

Your eyes burn into the screen as you watch the scene. Your mouth goes dry, your eyebrows knitting together. You memorized this script and those words weren’t a part of it.

“I…,” you watch yourself on the large screen swallow, your face nervous and shy. Your heart pumps in your chest as realization dawns on you. “...don’t think I can…I’ve never done it before.”

“You’re a blank canvas.” Taehyung continues. From where the camera is at, your lower half is nearly covered and it doesn’t catch the way his fingers sink inside of you. “So pure and beautiful…all you have to do is let me.”

You don’t feel the tears falling into it drips onto your chest, your face hot with humiliation. He had lied to you, you think. You and him were being filmed the entire time by those same cameras facing the two of you.

Taehyung grabs onto your hand and presses a kiss onto the back of it, his dark eyes watching you. Gently, you shake your head but Taehyung continues to kiss along your hand. “Everyone is here to see you.” he assures. “I promised you I’ll make you into a star, didn’t I? My muse.”

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“It’s getting…weird.” you continue, crossing your arms over your chest. You’re seated at the island as Jungkook cooks, something the both of you did often. 

Ever since you agreed to move in with Jungkook and move colleges, your days and some nights consisted of you and him just like this. He’d cook, offer for you to taste what he’s made so far then sneak a kiss before going back to cooking. It would be great if it wasn’t Jungkook.

Moving schools during winter break meant you left a lot of questions from those around you unanswered. Jae kept his word, not speaking to you but also not telling anyone about you and Jungkook’s status, something you could thank him for a million times - if he hadn’t blocked you on everything possibly; even email.

Jungkook, however, was ecstatic to have you close to him again. His plan had worked entirely how it was supposed to. He had you in his home again, the both of you decorating it to your own liking. You and him were far away from home and your parents to have a level of privacy, but close enough so it all felt like it’s been since childhood.

“Weird how?” Jungkook questions finally, putting the tongs down and turning towards you. 

The hatred Jungkook had felt for you was long gone. He couldn’t blame you entirely when you ignored him for that year, but it hurt nonetheless - especially when you flaunted a man in his face. Now, however, things were better. Back to normal. He can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re safe.

“People think we’re dating.” you murmur, shrugging your shoulders. Your cheeks burn underneath Jungkook’s gaze. “It’s weird.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “Of course they do, silly.” he chuckles. “They don’t know about us.” he says matter-of-factly. “If they did…”

“I know.” you quip, your hands squeezing into fist nervously. “I don’t…want anyone to know but…if someone finds out then-”

“How will they find out?” Jungkook leans against the island, furrowing a pierced brow at you. “I’m not going to say anything. Are you?”

You shake your head softly. “No but…that’s not the point, Kook. You know that.”

Jungkook does. Eventually, it would come to this, he thinks, you and him having to talk about the future and how this would have to stop. He would have to stop sneaking into your room at night and fucking you into the mattress like you both want him to. You would have to stop coming into his room for cuddles that always led to more.

“Why is it so wrong?” Jungkook questions. “I love you. You love me. It doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that.” 

You wish it could be that simple, but it wasn’t. Jae was right when he said that it didn’t matter what Jungkook and you weren’t to one another, as you and he have known one another since childhood. Nothing you and him were doing was right and you’re afraid if you don't stop it now, you’ll never be able to.

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?”

Jungkook pushes himself away from the island and turns back towards the stove. His body language tells you everything.

“No.” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. “There-”

“Don’t lie to me.” Jungkook interjects. He lowers the heat before placing the lid onto the pan. The rice cooker squeals lightly on the counter. “You always act like this when you meet someone else.”

“I’m not doing this with you.” you scoff. 

There wasn’t anyone new, but if there was it shouldn’t be a problem. 

It was just a week ago when Jungkook had found you in the college cafeteria, seated with a few friends you’ve made since the transfer. He wore a wide grin on his lips when he took the vacant seat beside you. He kissed your cheek, sliding a bag your way in the process. “I cooked this since I didn’t have any classes.” he said to you.

When Jungkook made his leave, your friends had gushed, “You two are so cute together!”

They gushed about everything - how handsome Jungkook was, though you’re positive the tattoos and piercings added onto it. They told you how lucky you were to have a man that loved you enough to cook for you.

“We…aren’t dating.” you told them, cheeks warm as your leg shakes underneath the table. They had looked at you dumbfounded.

“So, friends with benefits?”

“You can’t just leave someone like that single, Y/N, someone is going to take him away from you!”

“I’m not doing this with you, either.” Jungkook scoffs back. He’s grabbing plates from the cabinets. “You think you’re going to find another man like me?”

Your eyebrows furrow at Jungkook’s words. He drops the plates onto the counters, not caring if they chipped or even shattered. He turns the stove off and lifts the lid to the pot, steam flying into the air.

Your eyes squint a bit. This isn’t where the conversation was supposed to go; you and Jungkook were arguing as if you were a couple, something you two were very much not.

“I had someone before you ruined it!” you hissed, voice dripping with venom. You push yourself off of the stool, fully expecting to storm away and back into your room.

“I didn’t ruin anything!” Jungkook snaps. He hated when you brought Jae up, no matter how little. Jae was where everything went wrong - you forgot about him. You put him last and another man first. “You were the one who sat on her fucking high horse-”

“Fuck you, Kook!” you roll your eyes. “You’re the reason why my relationship ended. You should have deleted that video-”

“Your relationship was over when you agreed to fuck me again.” Jungkook spats, this time he turns towards you. 

You turn on your heels. You didn’t have a rebuttal. It’s easier to blame others for actions you were a willing participant in. Your heart thumps in your chest and you just wanted the conversation to end here.

Jungkook follows you out of the kitchen, hot on your heels as you and him enter the living area.

“Have you forgotten the way you moaned for me? Begged me for more as your pathetic little boyfriend slept on the couch?!”

Jungkook grasps your arm and pulls you, forcing you to turn towards him. Swiftly, it happens. Your hand flies towards Jungkook’s face and the slap connects harshly. It echoes off of the quiet walls and nearly stuns you.

For a moment, Jungkook and you are silent, only breathing heavily. His grip on you doesn’t falter, if anything he holds you even tighter. Your eyes glare daggers at him as he processes it all.

“Let go of me.” you murmur.

“I guess it’s easier to blame me.”

Jungkook does let go of you, but he doesn’t step away.

“No one likes me because of you.” Jungkook mocks, his voice growing higher to imitate yours.  “No one wants to do anything with me because of you.”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe you should be thanking me, Y/N. Your little crush on Tae would’ve left you broken hearted.” Jungkook spits. “He was going to fuck you like he did everyone else and leave you. They all would have.”

“Shut-”

“Besides, do you think Jae was man enough for you?” Jungkook laughs right in your face. In this instant, it brings you back to the two of you at home when you visited weekends. How he would tease you and laugh at the look on your face. “If he was, Y/N, you wouldn’t have come crawling back to me.”

“I don’t need you.” 

Both of your hands crash onto Jungkook’s chest rapidly - over and over and over again. It’s then he notices the tears in your eyes that are threatening to fall.

“Stop.” Jungkook says, grasping your shoulders. “Calm down-”

“I don’t need you!” you scream this time, landing another shove at his chest. “All you ever did was ruin things for me!”

“Fine.” Jungkook scoffs. “Go find out for yourself, Y/N.”

You stop, this time standing, chest rising and falling. 

“I’m serious. Go.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “Go find that person that you believe is better than me. Find the man who you think will treat you better than I would.”

Jungkook, quickly, brings you closer to him by your waist, his lips grazing against yours. “And when they fuck you and leave like I know they will, you can come back to me. I’ll let you cry on my shoulder.”

Jungkook presses a kiss on your own lips - quick but condescending. It was the same tone in voice he’d speak to you all the time when you and he got into it and ultimately, he was proved right. 

“Fuck you.” you whisper, turning on your heels to go to your room. You were weak now, too emotional that if Jungkook initiated anything, you’d comply.

“Remember what I said Y/N.” Jungkook calls after you. “No one is going to love you like I do.”

Jungkook is a patient man. He understood things weren’t going to happen overnight. He did as you told him - in a way. He held himself back from sneaking into your bedroom at night. When you were both home, he kept his distance from you. He cooked, made you a plate, and retreated to his bedroom.

During school hours, Jungkook and you suddenly became strangers. “Did you two break up?” asked one friend one day, her eyes lingering on Jungkook strolling past you without a second glance.

“We were never together.” was your response, though your own eyes did follow after the man. 

It took two months for you to feel comfortable to put yourself out there. You weren’t looking exactly, but once you realized Jungkook had respected your wishes in leaving you alone, you were sure that things were back to normal. Just you and Jungkook were siblings, him the annoying brother who was kind when he wanted to be. That’s how it should be - how it should’ve been.

It took another two months for everything to fall apart again. It happened the exact way Jungkook said it would. Crying to him felt foolish, but you couldn’t contain your tears when you came home that evening. Your back slides down the front door, tears pooling from your eyes.

“People saw it.” you cried to Jungkook, your face in his chest as he rubbed your upper back. “W-Why…would he do that?”

You were shaking. In rage - with yourself mainly. With pure humiliation in being caught in that position, your face in the camera.

You met Eli two months back, a man a year older than you. He caught your eye just as you caught his. You avoided hanging out with him around Jungkook, afraid that he would somehow ruin it, but he hadn’t. He kept his distance - he didn’t question where you went at night, or where you’d be coming from in the early hours of the mornings.

It was after your morning classes when you noticed the stares and murmurs. There was hushed laughter, mostly coming from the boys. Their lingering stares left you feeling uneasy.

Then you saw it. You saw what the talk was all about. 

It was you.

What you were doing.

The cheap porno sight that displays a video of you on your knees, only a bit tipsy, but you knew the camera was there. It was obvious that you went along with it. It was a video only Eli had.

“I’ll handle it.” Jungkook assures. “I promise.”

You meet Jungkook’s eyes, tears streaked on your puffy cheeks. You sniffle, appearing utterly pathetic and small.

“I’m sorry.” you murmur. Jungkook places a hand on your cheek, his thumb swiping a tear away. “You were right…I…I don’t know what I’ve done for him to do that.”

Jungkook offers a soft smile. “It’s not your fault.” he says. “He’s a man, Y/N, and I know men. They’ll take advantage of you. They’ll use you and throw you away like you’re nothing.”

Jungkook doesn’t like to watch you cry, but it’s what was needed. You refused to listen to him and that meant he had to go through desperate measures. Eli was the perfect person behind a kind smile and a false persona. Reality, he was a college drop-out that needed money and Jungkook had enough to offer him.

“You want me to do what?” Eli scoffed, disbelieving when Jungkook offered. He’s holding an envelope in his hand when he meets the older man, Eli puffing on a cigarette. “Isn’t that like, revenge porn?”

“I’ll handle all of that.” Jungkook shrugged. “Just charm her. Make her like you.”

Eli takes the envelope from Jungkook’s hand. He looks inside, the amount of cash alarming for someone his age to have, but he doesn’t question it. 

“Who is she to you?” Eli questioned wearily. “Seem’s like a lot to do to one girl. She looks sweet.”

Jungkook blinks. “Are you going to do it or not? I don’t have time for your questions.”

It was you that initiated the kiss first. It was you that climbed into Jungkook’s lap, your eyes still a bit glossy and still hurting. You wanted to feel better - you wanted the humiliation and the embarrassment to go away. You didn’t want to go outside again and to face the scrutiny of your peers.

Doing this made things easier to forget. For a moment, you could forget about it all. The judging eyes of your peers, the whispers and muffled giggles. You could forget it all while with Jungkook  - and it’s exactly what you did. 

Jungkook lets you, understanding that your hurt was just temporary as your love and pleasure was permanent. He longed to kiss these very lips and it pained for him to have to let you go do it with someone who didn’t love you as much as he had, but it was a price he had to pay in order to show you that this is where you belonged.

“I’ve missed you.” Jungkook says against your lips, his hands roaming beneath your shirt. Your skin is so soft and smooth. “Didn’t you miss us?”

Your heart pounds against your chest as you release your lips from Jungkook’s, glossy eyes looking into his. You swallow and slowly nod your head. 

Your mind is racing as it replays the last couple of months - the argument you and Jungkook had, meeting Eli, falling far too hard for the man that led you back here. You don't want to think about it anymore, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as Jungkook’s words replay in your head - over and over. That same condescending warning - “Go find out for yourself.”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook’s soft voice brings you out of your head, your eyes focusing on him once more. “Forget about it. I told you I’ll take care of it, right?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook, though offering another smile, couldn’t help the way your sad eyes made his heart jolt.

“Do you wanna get some ice cream?” Jungkook questions. “It won’t cheer you up, but it’s a start.”

You snicker humorlessly. It’s something Jungkook always offered when he saw you sad, starting way back years prior when you were scolded by your father for your grade in Math.

“Later.” you murmur, leaning into Jungkook,your nose sliding against his. “I just want to forget now.”

Jungkook has always been a great distraction. It didn’t take long for you to be naked, this time beneath him. His wet lips leaves open mouth kisses down your body, wandering hands burning into your flesh. He doesn’t tease you like he sometimes does, nor does he feel the need to savor you - after all, he’s positive you belong to him even more.

Jungkook kisses your inner thighs, eyes flickering up to your face. Your eyes are closed but your lips are parted just a bit as you let out slight breaths. 

Your back arches when Jungkook’s tongue finds your clit. His hands hold your thighs apart tightly. Two months, he thinks, since he’s been between your legs. Two months that he had to sit by and watch you while you weren’t looking and pretend that he hadn’t longed for you the entire time.

Two months since Jungkook had to allow another man to touch you just to get his point across.

It’s embarrassing how easily your body gives into Jungkook, your trembling legs only widening as he devours you, his tongue flickering back and forth hungrily. It’s shameful just as much, you think, that you find yourself turning back to Jungkook, the same person you said you didn’t need.

“I need you in me.” you demand, squeezing your eyes shut. Your voice is a bit hoarse, your throat tightening. 

Jungkook furrows a brow. “You haven’t cum yet-” “I don’t care.”

Jungkook lifts himself from between your legs, licking his lips. Your eyes flutter open just as Jungkook removes his shirt and throws it aside. “You’re always so stubborn.” 

His pants are next, his cock springing out, hard and ready. He comes closer, centering himself right between your legs. 

“I missed you, too.” you admit just as his cock glides against your clit - do warm and pulsing. “You’re the only one who hasn’t hurt me.”

That jolt in Jungkook’s heart returns. Was it guilt he’s feeling? Your words couldn’t be any less true. Jungkook was the reason why you and Jae didn’t work out. He had casted you away from your college of choice where your former friends reside just so he could have you all to himself. He’s allowed you to be humiliated in front of those who knew about your situation.

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat. “I’ll never hurt you, Y/N.” he murmurs - it’s what he has to tell even himself. He’s done all of this for not only him, but for you. “I love you.”

Your eyes flutter a bit as Jungkook enters you slowly. Your legs begin to wrap around his waist to bring him closer to you, your hands resting on his shoulders. 

“I love you, too, Kook.” you moan, his cock deep inside of you. “We’ll figure…this out. Together.” 

Jungkook slides his cock out, only the tip in. He inhales through his nose. “Together.” he nods slightly in agreement, knowing exactly what you meant by this. Then, he slams back inside of you. 

Two months isn’t long in the slightest, but for Jungkook it was. He missed the feel of you, even outside if sex. He’s grown accustomed to your scent in his bedsheets that calmed him to sleep at night, so much so that when it disappeared so did his slumber. Outside of the sexual intimacy, he longed to hold you close against him. He longed for the unimportant conversations the two of you had while home, or being able to text you while away.

Jungkook hangs his head, your pussy clenching needily around his pumping cock so heavenly. Both of his hands are on either side of your head, his nails digging into the sheets.

Your pussy’s so wet, squelching with each pump from his cock. Jungkook watches you so intently, nearly unblinking, at the way your face contorts with pleasure beneath him. Your breast bounces, your nails digging into the soft flesh of skin on his shoulders with how deep he manages to go.

“No one else deserves you, Y/N,” Jungkook leans closer to, his forehead against your collarbone. The bedframe creaks underneath the two of you, a mixture of forbidden sounds overtaking the bedroom. “you’re too good for this world, that’s why I have to protect you from it.”

Your hips buckle upwards, wanting more of Jungkook’s cock that he gives you willingly. He’s groaning, his tongue trailing from your collarbone to the nape of your neck.

Your arms wrap around Jungkook’s neck, bringing him closer to you. Your eyes roll, his cock so good - even better than you could remember. The way your brain screams at you constantly that this was bad, but like you’ve had plenty of times before, you chose to ignore it  - because the pleasure outweighs it all. It outweighed the humiliation you were feeling not too long ago, the guilt you feel when it's all said and done and you have to remember who the two of you are to one another.

“Feels…so…good…” you say between moans, his cock hitting that sweet spot so right that it has your stomach churning. 

You hadn’t realized how much you missed Jungkook until now. How passionate he would be, holding you close while fucking your brains out, whispering disgustingly sweet nothings in your ears. When it was all done, he’d hold you even closer to him, not wanting for you to go.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this for me, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his eyes zoning in on your fucked out face. “You can stop fighting it, Y/N. Your pussy is always going to want me.”

Jungkook connects your lips with his in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily. Your cunt squelches loudly with each damning thrust, the bedframe hitting against the wall. 

Your tongue dances against Jungkooks as your fingers glide through his soft hair. Your cunt squeezes around him, begging for more and more and he does exactly what it wants. Right now, it’s just you and him, he thinks, and no one else. 

“‘gonna c-cum.” you break the kiss first, that familiar pressure building up in your stomach. 

“I know. I feel it.” Jungkook hisses. There’s sweat lining his forehead. “I missed feeling this pussy around my cock. You’ve been gone for too long.”

“I know…” you moan out, eyes fluttering close. The pressure builds further, Jungkook’s cock continuously slamming against the spongy spot that has your body jerking. “...not going anywhere anymore.”

“Damn right you aren’t.” Jungkook hisses. He disconnects himself from your arms, his hands gripping your waist tightly. “No one is going to love you like I do, Y/N.”

Jungkook lifts your hips from the bed to fuck you deeper, his nails digging into your sensitive flesh. You’re cumming quicker than you’d expect, the next found aggression sending you over the edge, but Jungkook isn’t done.

Your pussy leaves a creamy substance around Jungkook’s cock, a sight he’s missed dearly. Your breast bounced erratically and the sound of skin slapping echos off of the walls. “I’m not going to let anyone else have you. They’re not good.” he hisses, fucking into you harder, his hands remaining possessively on you. “All mine - fuck.”

Jungkook throws his head back and groans - he was going to cum himself. He had to settle for his hand and old videos of you for the last two months, but now you were back. You’ve learned your lesson and understood where you belong.

Jungkook’s cum is as warm as you remembered, seeping right into you like always. Your body feels heavy and tired, your mind exhausted. For a moment, neither of you move. You’re both breathing heavily as Jungkook’s cock twitches the last bit of cum inside of you. Then, you feel Jungkook sink beside you, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist. Both of you are silent. He doesn’t want to force you into an uncomfortable conversation and all you wanted to do was forget - but it was nearly impossible to.

“I don’t want to go back.” you say after a long moment of silence, so much so that Jungkook nearly doesn’t hear it.

“To school?” Jungkook murmurs a response. His fingers are tracing lazy figures on your hips. “Then don’t go. You can finish online.”

You inhale deeply, shutting your eyes for a moment.

“How am I going to explain that to them?” 

Jungkook doesn’t have all the answers right now. “You don’t have to.” he says. “You’re an adult, Y/N. If it comes up, just say you got overwhelmed.” 

You feel Jungkook’s lips on your shoulders, peppering encouraging kisses on it.

“I’m still here, remember. I’ll always be here for you.” Jungkook exclaims. “Next week, we can go together and transfer you to online classes only.”

You let out a breath. “You actually want to be seen with me?” you say, jokingly at first, but then you remember it. The looks, the muffled voices, the smirks and knowing eyes.

“I don’t worry myself with people who I don’t give a damn about.” Jungkook scoffs. “You won’t have to see any of them again.”

You snuggle deeper against Jungkook’s warm frame, pondering if this was the right thing to do. For now, you couldn’t think of anything worse than going back and being around anyone - especially not those at your college. 

“Okay.” you murmur.

Jungkook lets a small smile form onto his lips. “I’ll take care of you, Y/N. I promise.”

Your laugh could have his heart fluttering when his ears heard the melodic tune. The way your eyes would light up and your smile would grow wide on your face. You were so beautiful to him. Someone that could light up any room you entered, having all eyes on you without commanding it.

You almost never looked his way, Jungkook recalls. Not until one day. He remembered the day as if it was just hours ago. When your eyes met his dark, lingering ones. He sat in the back of the class, watching the way you talked to your friends. You had turned your head towards him so quickly that he didn’t have a chance to recover. His cheeks were bright red and the only way he could manage from now fainting was to remove himself entirely from the classroom.

You began to taunt him. It started off simple at first, Jungkook remembers. You’d give him subtle glances that your friends never caught. Then, you’d offer short grins that he thought were grimaces, until one grin became an actual smile.

You didn’t know what your smile did to him. If Jungkook thought a smile caused his nervous heart to beat, he nearly fainted when you fully acknowledged him. “Hi, Jungkook.” you said, voice sweet like honey when you passed by him. You were wearing your signature perfume that smelled like fresh roses and he was so astonished that you knew his name that he stopped dead in his tracks, doe-like eyes widening at you.

Were you a bitch for using Jungkook? Probably. Did he mind being used by someone like you? Someone so beautiful that, in his eyes, could do no wrong? Absolutely not. When you had asked Jungkook if he could help you with your homework, he hadn’t minded that you expected him to do the whole thing. He had, giving it back to you with trembling hands right before class started.

“You’re so smart, Kookie.” you told him when class was over, a bright red “A” at the top of your paper. Jungkook had nearly fainted at the nickname. Something so childish would’ve annoyed him with someone else - but coming from you, he was ecstatic. 

Jungkook didn’t care how many assignments and essays of yours he did. He even perfected your handwriting so teachers wouldn’t grow suspicious. He loved helping you, he recalls. Hard work paid off when you gave him your number, stating that he could call you whenever.

Jungkook has to control his breathing when you invite him over to your home so you and he could work on a project. Sure, it was Jungkook doing all the work, but he hadn’t cared! You laid on your bed comfortably while he worked at your desk on an assignment that was worth the majority of your grade!

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay you Kookie? You always help me.” you had said to him, bored as all of your friends were out while you were stuck home alone with Jungkook, a known nerd who you often took advantage of.

Jungkook had shook his head, those round-rimmed glasses low on his nose. He’s stiff when you tell him to sit next to you, your hands lifting the glasses from his face. His breathing is heavy and no matter how much he tries to control it, he can’t.

“You’re so cute.” you teased him. You knew about his crush on you. You knew the way he watched you all these years, silently pinning in the back of classes. It was bitchy to take advantage of his crush upon you, but this was High School. Next year, you’d be off to college and so would he.

With that in mind, you decided to have fun with Jungkook. The type of fun you’d never admit out loud to anymore. The humiliating kind that would just be for your own sick pleasure - to see how much Jungkook truly liked you.

“You’ve never done this before?” you asked him. You had shoved the boy against your soft bed, his face flushed red and eyes wide and alarmed. You’re straddling him, sitting against his obvious bulge. It wasn’t his fault, you had stripped down into nothing but the lacy panties and bra you wore, forcing the boy to do the same. Jungkook’s mind swirls at the thought of your warm cunt just a fabric away.

“Good.” you said when Jungkook shook his head, unable to speak. Here you were further torturing an obvious virgin - but you haven’t seen one like him before. At 18, boys were bragging about who they fucked and where. 

Jungkook was so meek and shy and willing to allow you to do whatever you wanted.

You grinded against his hard, clothed cock, your clit growing wet with arousal. You had placed Jungkook’s hands on your waist before going to take off your bra. This is the closest he’s been to a naked woman before. The only pair of breasts he’s seen prior to this was behind a screen - he finds that this was better. 

You could have whoever you wanted - Jungkook wasn’t the only one grappling at your feet. However, he was the submissive one. His adoration for you exceeded anything you’ve ever experienced. Beneath you, he’s moaning, eyes glossy with overstimulating pleasure - you want to laugh at the sight of him nearly crying, but you weren’t that much of a bitch.

“Someone as pathetic as you probably never kissed no one before.”  you said, leaning down so your bare chest is against his.

You’re right, Jungkook thinks, he hasn't. His thighs tremble, his sight nearly blurring when your soft lips touch his, your tongue forcing his lips apart so you could slide it across his own. He’s cumming, humiliated at how easy it was for him to cum all over himself. 

Your hips were still buckling when you lean back a bit, your tongue flickering so a trail of saliva pools out of your lips and into Jungkook’s - an action he allows with ease. You want to laugh at how pathetic he was, taking whatever you’d give him.

Humiliating Jungkook didn’t end there. You wanted to see how far you could take Jungkook. Each time he (secretly) came to your home, you’d do something different. You called Jungkook a pervert when you forced him to smell your panties, but the both of you were excited at the action. You called him pathetic when you told him to touch himself in front of you, but it was just to feed your own ego when you realized for a shy nerd, his cock was bigger than you imagined.

Each and every time, Jungkook did whatever you told him. He was just happy to be there, you and he both knew it.

You don’t ask Jungkook’s permission when you sinked yourself onto his cock one day, but he also didn’t appear upset. He’s truly unable to process it all, but with slight glossy eyes, he watches the way you bounce on him, taking away his virginity right before his eyes. His hands place themselves against your hips for support, soft moans spewing from his lips.

“You should be happy that someone like me is taking your virginity.” you told him, nails digging into his shoulders, your walls squeezing around his cock. “Doesn’t my pussy feel good, Kookie? Aren’t you happy to be fucking me right now?”

Jungkook nodded furiously. He was ecstatic to feel how wet and warm you were. How amazing you felt when you rose and fell against his cock, rocking your hips with such stamina that he’s moaning like a girl. He’s grateful that you allow his hands to roam your naked body, from your hips to your breast.His thumbs meekly twirl against your hardened nipples.

You were going to cum just as Jungkook was. Your eyes were squeezed shut, pussy squeezing him in a way he’s never felt before, that Jungkook doesn’t know what to do. He’s seeing stars in his line or vision that he blurts the first thing that comes to mind as you and he are cumming.

“I love you.” Jungkook had told you, and if he knew that it would be the end of it all, he would have kept it to himself.

That was nearly 13 years ago, Jungkook thinks, his eyes on his computer screen. Your name is on it, followed by your picture and a resume that he doesn’t bother looking at. 

13 years since you ended it all. After his pathetic “I love you”, you had told him to leave. You hadn’t answered his calls and avoided him at school. Every chance he tried to apologize for his mistake, you refused to listen.

You and Jungkook graduated, and you refused to acknowledge he ever existed. He watched the way you opened his card at graduation. The way your eyebrows knitted together when you found him in the crowd.

Jungkook would never forget the way you placed the card back into the white envelope it came in and strolled away without another glance. You continued to ignore his calls until his phone could no longer reach your number.

For years, Jungkook blamed himself. It was his fault for ruining what you and he had - whatever that may have been. He was content with being nothing to you, as long as it meant that he could remain by your side. Even without the sex.

However, as he grew older, he felt nothing but resentment. Not just for you, but for other women who were not at fault. If he was told 13 years ago that you would break his heart and he’ll take it out on innocent women in the future, he’d laugh. He wasn’t an asshole. He wasn’t a stigma.

Until he was. Until he got older and grew into manly features. Until the muscles came, the tattoos and piercings. The high paying job with money that afforded him cars and nice things. Until the highpaying job turned into something of his own - a corporation that funded him millions.

Until countless women entered his bed, and all he could do was the same you’ve done to him - fuck them and tell them to leave the same night without as much as a look back.

It even left Jungkook out of all people as a singlefather - a moment of weakness, he recalls telling himself when he gained full and sole custody of his now five year old daughter. He didn’t love her mother in the slightest and wouldn’t have thought about her twice if she hadn’t gotten pregnant by him.

Jungkook did, however try with the women who he shared a daughter with. He tried to make whatever relationship it was work - being faithful wasn’t an option, however. He didn’t love her and never acted like he has - in his eyes, his money should be enough. Right there, he saw how emotional women were when you “broke” them. Jungkook still can hear the screams of his daughter, only a few months old, in the locked bathroom that he had to break down. She had attempted to not only drown herself, but their daughter in a drunken, heartbroken - and postpartum - rage.

It was the first time Jungkook had ever put his hands on a women, he recalled, something he wasn’t proud of, but would do again.

Jungkook clears his thoughts, remembering your application on his screen. You returned into Jungkook’s life without realizing who he was. Who the man you were  applying to be a secretary for.

Jungkook thought about what he would say to you if he ever had the chance. Would he boast about the man he became? Would he even give you the time of day - a girl from High School who should be an after thought in his mind? To think someone like him has had other women in his bed for the last ten years, and all he could think about was you, the woman who fucked him for the first time.

The only woman Jungkook ever said he loved.

Jungkook accepts your application and forwards an email to you. Your interview was tomorrow evening for a job you already had. You were back in his life, more beautiful than ever and he’d be damn if he let you go again.

“Hello,” you say to the woman who greets you at the front desk. It’s eerily silent in the large building when you arrive, your heels clicking against the too-clean marble floors. “I was scheduled for an interview today.”

The woman nods her head, eyes advertising to her screen. Her manicure nails tap against her keyboard, eyes skimming through whatever was on her computer screen. 

“He should be ready for you.” she states. She’s chewing gum, humming to herself when she pushes her computer chair away and stands. “Follow me.” she states, waving her hand.

The woman rounds the corner of the front desk and leads you to a set of elevators. “He’s on the top floor.” she states. “This elevator will take you right to his office.”

You follow the woman with a curt nod. The elevator chimes when she presses the button and you and she step inside. The elevator wall displays a mirror and you scan your appearance. You were dressed professionally, long-sleeved black shirt that isn’t too form fighting and dark grey dress pants. You admit the outfit was put together last minute when you received an email from the company to attend this very interview.

The elevator ride appears to drag on. Your eyes watch as the bright red numbers flash higher and higher as you and the woman ascend to the top of the building. You were nervous for the interview. You hadn’t had a secure job in months and instead were doing various side jobs, but only that could last you so long. You researched various jobs, applying to them all with an impressive resume to hear nothing back - until you did with this one. It was a secretary job that had decent pay and benefits and you could only pray you were the one they were looking for.

“We’re here.” the woman states as the elevator comes to a stop. 

The elevator doors open to a large office. You notice immediately that the woman wasn’t lying when she stated the elevator brought you directly inside the office. You notice immediately in the center of the room sat a desk, and right behind it was ceiling to floor length windows that displayed the sight of the city just outside of it. The sky this evening is dark shades of grayish blue and mauve that compliments the city lights perfectly. You couldn’t imagine witnessing this view on a day to day basis. On the left and right side of the walls is painted black. The left side displays floating shelves, three in which hold several books. The following two appear to be several awards displayed.

The woman steps out and you follow her out, continuing to marvel at the spacious office. The right wall of the office is nearly vacant if not for several paintings displayed, the wall black as the side opposite of it. You notice immediately in the corner is a mini bar area where several rows of  alcohol and wines are displayed neatly, above them different shapes and sizes of drinking glasses.

“Sir,” the woman states, and it’s then you remember you were supposed to be here for an interview. You stand a bit straighter. “Y/L Y/N is here for her interview.”

The woman steps aside, motioning you to step forward. Your eyes trail upwards towards the desk, the high chair swaying slightly.

“Would you like for me to serve you two anything to drink?” the woman asks. “Please, sit.” she tells you, motioning for you to sit across from the desk. The man’s chair is turned towards the large window, possibly looking outside at the view he was blessed with.

“That’ll be unnecessary, Lei.” the deep voice says. The chair turns are just as you take a seat in the leather chair across from the large desk. 

Your eyes meet dark ones and for a moment,  you’re stunned.

Jungkook looks at you, his eyes unreadable. For years, he’s managed his own poker face. But deep down in a vessel he learned to keep for himself, he feels the jolt in his heart - one he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager. You were even more beautiful than the picture, he thinks. You’ve grown over the last decade, seemingly glistening underneath the lighting of his office. He can smell your perfume from where he’s sitting, a lavender scent that entices his senses.

“Hello.” Jungkook says, squinting his eyes a bit as he stares back at you. You hadn’t said anything, nor had you halted your staring at him.

You blink, body warming up.

The man before you is younger than you were expecting. You hadn’t bothered to search the company you were applying to - you just needed a job and fast. The man wore all black from what you can see, a long sleeved black shirt that is pushed up to his elbows and immediately, you notice tattoos. 

Your brows knit together, your eyes trailing back to the man’s face. His eyes, though dark and narrow, are familiar - and they tell you exactly who he was.

“Jung…kook?”

Jungkook doesn’t show what he’s feeling on his face. He hates the nostalgic feeling of hearing you say his name, though your own voice had grown from that of a teenager. He keeps his breathing steady and his eyes narrowed.

“Y/N.” Jungkook responds coolly.  

Your mind flashes with the young Jungkook you remembered in high school. The scrawny boy that always made himself unnoticeable. Who often hid his eyes behind a long bang, one you remembered brushing off of his forehead because you enjoyed teasing him. The same boy who always appeared nervous and jittery - who avoided your gaze.

The Jungkook before you kept your gaze longer than you ever imagined possible. He was a man now - the tattoos and stockier build confirmed it. His hair no longer hid his eyes, the shaved side only adding on to the appearance.

You swallow.

“Are you going to speak?” Jungkook asks you, tilting your head. “Or are you this silent with all your interviews? If so, I suppose that explains the gap in your employment history.”

You’re dumbfounded by Jungkook’s words, completely taken aback. Ten years is a long time indeed, and you’re not upset that he speaks to you as if you were beneath him.

You were beneath him.

Your palms grow sweaty and suddenly, you’re brought back to high school, but instead you were someone like Jungkook. A shy and meek person who hid and remained quiet. Who didn’t have a large group of people to associate yourself with.

Jungkook was a CEO, someone on top. He was the one who was now looking down at you, a person who was interviewing for a spot in his company. He seemingly had it all while you had nothing - not a job or a career that would make your parents proud of.

“I’m…I’m sorry-” you push yourself away from the desk, chair scraping against the floor. You get up, prepared to run out of the office and never face this part of your past again.

Jungkook speaks. “Sit down.”

You do.

Jungkook isn’t sure what he would say to you if he ever saw you again. He wasn’t sure what he’d do. Would he ask you why you used him? Would he ask why’d you choose to take something so sacred from him then dump him as if he was nothing? Would he claim to hate you with every fiber of his being?

Jungkook, even now, is unsure. He feels everything and nothing all at once.

“It’s been a long time.” Jungkook says, placing a tattooed hand onto his desk. “How are you?”

Your lip twitches. “I’m doing okay.” you say low. It wasn’t a lie. You were doing okay, just not great. Not as good as him, obviously. “You’re…”

Jungkook waits for you to finish your sentence. What were you going to say? Were you going to acknowledge his achievements? Tell him that he was this rich CEO of the same company you were interviewing for? Were you going to tell him you were proud of who he’s become - he didn’t want to hear it if so. He’s heard it many times before.

“...still cute.” you finish, swallowing the lump in your throat. Cute wasn’t the word - hot was. However, that would be inappropriate. Jeon Jungkook was always cute to you, especially when his cheeks would flush red whenever he was around you. He had such round, dark eyes that always had a sparkle in them.

Now, though, his once cute features made him into a handsome man. A handsome man that causes your palms to grow sweaty underneath his intense gaze.

Jungkook’s lips form a straight line, his eyes continuing to narrow at you.

“Cute?” Jungkook scoffs.

“I’m sorry.” you blurt out, mentally cursing at yourself from speaking to him as if he was your equal. “I shouldn’t have said that. You…you’re…” you don’t want to say the wrong thing. “...I’m glad you’ve become so successful, Jungkook. I always knew you would.”

Under Jungkook’s eyes, your body is stiff. You feel so small, like a bug that is seconds from being squished underneath someone's foot. Your heart is jumping in your chest as you wait for him to say or do anything.

“Did you?”

Jungkook speaks after what feels like a millennium.

You nod your head.

“Why?”

You squeeze your hand shut. It’s what you did when you were nervous.

“You were always so smart.” you murmur, glancing away. “In all our classes. You were at the top of our grade.”

Jungkook tilts his head. He leans back in his desk chair. “And what about you?” he questions. “Where has a decade brought you?”

The question is one you could’ve expected from him. You don’t have a response and he knows it. If a decade had brought you as good of a fortune as it did him, you wouldn’t be across from him right now.

“It’s ironic.”

Jungkook doesn’t continue until your eyes meet his. 

“You and I…we did a full circle, didn’t we?”

Jungkook’s stare is so intense that you want to look away from him, but you don’t. He’s commanding your attention.

“Back then, you needed me to do your homework and whatever assignments. And now, you need me again. This time for a job.”

You bite the inside of your cheek at Jungkook’s words. There’s a smirk forming on his lips, he knows he struck a nerve in you.

“Are you running out of money, Y/N?” Jungkook questions, his tone lowering as if to keep the conversation between just you and him - even in an empty office. “Are you behind on your bills? Facing eviction?”

“I don’t need you.” you shake your head, voice breathy. 

“That’s a lie.” Jungkook scoffs. “You don’t think I did a background check on you?”

Jungkook chuckles at your pathetic attempts to regain control.  

“People like me,” Jungkook begins, leaning forward.  “have access to whatever I want to see. I know about that car that’s been repossessed. I know about the jobs you do to keep yourself afloat. I know about the loans.”

Your stomach churns, nausea building up inside of you. Your hands continue to squeeze, Jungkook’s taunting voice replaying over and over in your head. 

“I know that this is your only call back, right? To think that Y/N,” Jungkook finds your hurt eyes pleasing for him. “the once popular girl that was loved by everyone would be the exact opposite of what she’s supposed to be. A loser who has nothing.”

Jungkook’s words sting. It’s a slap in the face, but he was correct and that fact is what hurt the most.

“Is that why you accepted the interview?” you quip. “To rub it in my face that you’re better than me, Jungkook?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Yes.” he responds cooly. “To be honest with you, Y/N, I never thought I’d see you again.” he admits. “But then your interview came to me and it brought back memories.”

You blink a few times to get rid of the glossiness in your eyes.

“I’m willing to help you.”

Your surprised look has Jungkook scoffing.

“I’m not a monster, Y/N, but I’m no longer a fool.” Jungkook states. “The job is yours.”

Your mouth falls open. “W…What?”

“The…job…is…yours.” Jungkook sounds each word out. “But you do as I say.”

Your breathing grows heavy.

“I’ll handle all of your debt. I’ll make sure you have a better apartment and a car to drive. All paid by me.”

“Why are you doing this?” you shake your head. It all sounded too tempting, but you’d be idiotic to not know there was a catch in all of this.

“If you don’t want to accept, I won’t offer. The elevator is right behind you, Y/N.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, though he has every intention of assuring you agree to his terms. He refused to let you go - not now or ever. “You’ll have to find another job, however, and we know you don’t have much time until you’re kicked out of your apartment.”

“What,” you sigh out. “do you want?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond. Instead, he stands, desk chair rolling a few inches behind him. He’s grown taller, you notice when he rounds the desk and now faces you. Even from the clothing, you can tell he was an athletic man, a complete change from the teenager you remembered.

You yelp when Jungkook yanks your chin in his hand, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes are wide with confusion and anxiety.

“I want you to listen to me, Y/N.” Jungkook responds. “I want you to do as I say. And in return, I’ll get you out of this hole you put yourself into.”

When you don’t respond, Jungkook says, “Okay?”

Hesitantly, you nod your head.

“Good.” Jungkook murmurs, his grip on your chin loosening. 

Jungkook presses his lips against yours. His lips are soft and he kisses you as if he’s done it a million times before, so natural and relaxed. The action catches you by surprise, but you don’t push him away like you initially would’ve.

“Stand up.” Jungkook says against your lips.

You do as you’re told, trembling legs daring to give out.

Jungkook places both hands onto your cheeks, guiding you to look up at him. 

“You’re still beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs. “Are you going to behave?”

Your lips quiver and you nod your head slowly.

“Good.” Jungkook repeats. “I’ll have everything for you tomorrow.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes begin to turn glossy again and he wants to laugh at how pathetic you look.

“You do as I say, okay?” Jungkook nods his head along with you. “If not, I’ll take everything you have away from you in a blink of an eye. No one would hire you.”

Jungkook’s thumb swipes away a tear at the corner of your eye that threatens to slide down your cheek. He chuckles slightly. 

“I’d taken care of you before, Y/N, I’ll do it again, okay?” he murmurs. “As long as you listen, you’ll have it all.”

Jungkook presses his lips to yours again, this time deepening it.

Jungkook has only had you one time before. He would often think how many times you’d fuck him if he hadn’t told you that he loved you like an idiot, but those days of thinking are over. He’s aggressive when he pushes against his desk, his crotch against your ass. 

You yelp, heart pumping outside your chest. Paperwork falls onto the ground, as does a round, black pen holder that has the overly expensive writing utensils to crash against the ground.

Jungkook’s nose is at the nap of your neck, inhaling that lavender scent that’s so womanly against you. His hands roam upwards, cupping your breast tightly, causing another yelp to escape your lips.

“Jungkook!”

Your voice is so small when you say his name. It’s that moment Jungkook realizes that you’re trembling in his embrace.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks against your neck, his hands lowering from your breast, but not because he’s going to move away. They hook underneath your shirt to touch your soft, smooth skin.

Your lips part, but you don’t say anything. Your hands clench the edge of the desk, contemplating if you should tell him to stop. His words ring in your mind - as long as you listened, you’d have it all.

“Are you going to act like you don’t like the way I’m touching you?” Jungkook says, his breath so warm against your neck that it causes goosebumps to litter your skin. His hands, underneath your shirt, roam upward to cup your breast. He hums when his fingers realize that your bra is laced. “Are you still friends with them?”

Jungkook pulls your bra down enough so your breast can pull out, your nipples hardened. Both hands are on your breast, thumb and index fingers twisting your nipples in a way that has you breathing heavily. 

“N-No.” you admit sheepishly.

Jungkook hums. His eyes closed for a moment, his mind thinking back to that time. It’s a time in his life he only thinks about when he’s left in his own thoughts. However, having you here so close to him causes the nostalgia from his past life to return.

“The prettiest girls that anyone’s ever seen…” Jungkook murmurs, continuing to tug at your nipples, his hips rutting against your ass.

You swallow, eyes fluttering close, thighs quivering. 

“...eyes always gleaming, and yet so mean. Such a corrupt group of girls you all were.”

You don’t want to think about how you and your friends acted in high school. It’s not something you’re proud of, you’d admit. You were a mean person - especially to Jungkook. You used him simply because you knew you could. 

In a way, you suppose this was your karma, a true full circle moment.

Enough of that, Jungkook thinks. His right hand  lets go of your nipple to trail down towards your dress pants. His hand slide through them easily, long fingers tapping their way right between your legs. Your panties are cotton and he notices as he invades every part of privacy you thought you had was a warm wet spot right at the center of it. “Oh, so you do like this?” 

Jungkook’s fingers twirl right against your clothed clit, deepening to add more pressure in his movements. Such an action has your thighs quivering more, but you don’t respond. You don’t know how to, you think, as you’re positive this was really happening right now. Right here - with Jungkook.

Jungkook finds that you’re all too intoxicating - even after all these years. Your aroma. Your soft flesh. The beautifully hushed moans coming from parted lips - it was all intoxicating. He finds his heart beating even faster than it’s ever had before in a long time. He feels the adrenaline flow through his veins, so fiery and rapid. It’s as if he’s a teenager again back in your bedroom, far away from the rest of the world; just you and him. 

With those thoughts in his mind, Jungkook snaps out of whatever delusion your intoxication caused him. His throat makes a sound, something animalistic. Within seconds, your pants are snatched down, along with your panties. They stop at your knees and before you could react, Jungkook’s already entering two fingers inside of you.

“S-Stop!” you yelp, body warming with such humiliation.

Your mouth falls open when Jungkook’s long fingers begin to pump inside of you, ignoring your words entirely. His left hand is still tugging at your nipple, twirling it harshly between his thumb and index finger.

“You don’t really want me to stop.” Jungkook says, his mouth against your neck. “Don’t you want the job?”

Your fingers clench the edge of the desk as Jungkook continues to pump his fingers. You’re humiliated with how wet you are, your pussy squelching loudly in his office. It has Jungkook smug in knowing that the roles were reversed now - you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Just as you had all those years ago.

“Ah~”

Your legs tremble and you shake your head. Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as your pussy squeezes around his violating fingers. 

“I know it feels good, Y/N.” Jungkook licks at the nape of your neck, trailing it up until he reaches your ear. “You’re drenched. You’re so tight, too. When’s the last time you got fucked?”

Your mind flashes to a young Jungkook, the same boy who was always red faced and shy whenever you spoke dirty to him. Now, you were in his position; being played with just as you did him. 

Jungkook removes his fingers before placing a harsh slap against your ass. You squeal just as his tongue trails along your ear. 

“How about you show me how much you want the job, Y/N?” murmurs Jungkook, his breath tickling your ear, causing your body to warm up even more. “Or you can leave and find somewhere else to work. Fast food is always hiring.”

Jungkook ponders if he was cruel at times. The way he treated women was the result of his own unhealed heartbreak. Now that said unhealed heartbreak was back, all he could think about was doing whatever he wanted with you - even if it meant breaking you.

Jungkook has no intentions of letting you go, he knows this already. But did you? Did you know how much he’s thought about you after all these years? How’s much he’s longed for you, even if it was just for one night?

You couldn’t have. If you did, you would’ve called his bluff.

You would’ve left.

Instead, you widen your legs, pressing yourself against his clothed bulge. You don’t say a word, but Jungkook understands entirely.

It’s embarrassing for himself how fast he removes his belt and throws it aside. His heart is pumping with excitement. He turns you around to face him, hosting you up onto his desk. His  eyes are dark and clouded and even now, you think about how more handsome he has become over time.

Jungkook’s cock is out and before you have a chance to look at it for the first time in years, he’s entering you. Your moans catches in your throat when he ruts into you like a madman; a starved man who’s just got exactly what he wanted.

Jungkook’s heart pumps erratically, the feeling of your bare pussy is ecstasy, a sensation he’s longed for for years. Something he’s tried to replicate with countless women - all who left him unsatisfied. 

“S-Slow down!” your right hand places itself onto his chest, your fingers curling around the expensive fabric. 

Jungkook stops entirely, deep inside of you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, breathing so deep. Slowly, his eyes turn to yours, dark and cloudy.

You swallow, your pussy squeezing around his cock on its own at the look on such a handsome face. 

“Are you on birth control?” 

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. 

“Hm,” Jungkook hums, that sparkle in his eye returning. “I’m not going to pull out.” he states without a care in the world. Dare he say it makes him want you even more. The risk of getting you pregnant only has him shaking in pleasure; such a need to take you right now. 

Jungkook begins to move, a bit slower this time. He pulls his cock out and shoves it back in, deep and steady. Your pussy is so wet that he thinks that this is exactly what you want. You want to be fucked by him in his office, used like the whore he knew you’d grow up to be. 

You don’t want to give into the sick pleasure that Jungkook is giving. It’s too much history between the two of you, even if said history only lasted for a single school year. It’s evident that he harbors some type of feeling towards you, even if said feelings were lustful hatred. It’s all wrong, you think, doing this here out of all places with someone that is going to be your boss at the end of it all.

But Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the highschooler you remembered, he was a man that was fucking you far too well. He thrusts with precision, deep and hard; each pound sending you right against his desk. Your pussy is squelching, adding on to your lewd embarrassment. Your breasts are bouncing right erratically. 

“For someone that told me to stop, you sure are drenched.” Jungkook snickers. 

Your hand is still clenching his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric; but you and he both know he doesn’t care about that now. He leans forward , hovering above your body. His mouth is slightly agape, rushed moans coming through them. 

You don’t say anything. There’s no rebuttal that can counter how true his words are. Instead, you tug at his shirt, lifting your chin in a way that he understands entirely. He presses his lips to yours, deepening it instantly. The kiss is hot and wet, your mouth opening to allow his tongue to glide along yours. 

Jungkook is fucking you hard and fast, uncaring with how loud he was being. The desk  legs scrap against the pristine floors, scratching them enough that it would cost him hundreds, but he’s uncaring. Anyone could enter right through that elevator and witness him fucking you like a whore, and even if they did, he wouldn’t stop. 

Your moans are muffled against his mouth, his tongue suckling on your own. His right hand roams upwards to push your shirt up so he could feel your breast in his palms. He squeezes it harshly, his nails digging into your sensitive skin.

“Uh- ah!” Jungkook’s teeth sink onto your bottom lip, tugging it ever so slightly before he lets go of it. The sound of skin slapping is so loud in the once quiet room as it mixes with your moans and his grunts.

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans, slamming into you with no regard to how overstimulated you were now. It’s the constant reminder of who you and he were now and who truly held the power. 

Your eyes are rolling, body shuddering and toes curling. With the way Jungkook is squeezing your breast, you’re positive that it would be bruises by the time you and he were done, a perfect print of his hand right on you to mark you as his own. 

“Stop pushing yourself away.” Jungkook snickers. His left arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him. So closer, that your bottom half is off of his desk entirely and held by him alone. You almost feel as if you were going to fall, but Jungkook holds you firmly. “I have a meeting in ten minutes and you need to make me cum in five.”

Jungkook’s hand slides down to your ass, gripping it in his palm as he resumes his brutal pace, the new position sending waves of numb pleasure through you. You don’t fight him - you’re unable to as much as move yourself away from him. Your eyes squeeze shut, your mind going blank that all you could truly focus on was the cock fucking into you.

 You’re unaware of how loud you’ve gotten, your moans dancing off of the walls - such moans that Jungkook loves. He watches your face as he fucks you dumb, his heart pounding but his ego full. How gorgeous you looked right now allowing him to use you as his own fleshlight, an idea he could get used to.

“-gonna cum!” your legs quiver, unable to close themselves to allow yourself even a moment of peace. You were forced to take the pounding Jungkook was giving you. 

“Then cum.” Jungkook growls. He finds that he isn’t far behind you. Your breast is already out of your shirt and he leans down to plop a nipple into his mouth, twirling it in his tongue as his thrusts grow sloppy. 

You cum hard, your body shaking with too much pleasure for one person to handle. Jungkook’s suckling onto your chest hard, the pain mixing with pleasure sends shock waves throughout your entire body. 

“I’m going to cum in you.” Jungkook says, voice raspy against your breast. “Make you all mine again.”

Cum shoots into you seconds later - deep, hot and filling. His palm grips your ass as his cock pumps the cum inside of you, his breathing heavy and mind swirling. There’s sweat lining his forehead and he feels tired, a sensation he hasn’t even felt after hours at the gym.

For a moment, it’s silent between the two of you. Jungkook places you back onto his desk, his lips pressed against your neck to send a few tender kisses.

Your eyes are low when you redress yourself.Your thighs are clenched together, Jungkook’s cum oozing out of you and onto your panties, but he insisted that he wanted you to stay that way until you got home, as humiliating as that was. 

“Here.”

It’s Jungkook who speaks first. He’s already dressed and appearing ready to go. He holds out a rectangular paper towards you. When you grab it, you notice that it’s a check. 

“What-”

“Consider this a sign on bonus.” Jungkook speaks, his eyes trained on you.

You swallow, your eyes scanning the amount on said check. You’ve never seen a sign on bonus like this. Your palms grow sweaty.

“Why are you doing this?” your voice is small and meek; nothing like the teenage girl he remembers. “This is…too much.”

Jungkook blinks. “It’s enough to get you out of that hole you’re in.” he reminds. “It’s pocketchange.”

It was more than enough. This was just the man bragging that he was far too successful - so much that the hole you dug for yourself was nothing but pennies for him to cover.

You clench the check between your fingers. “How do you even know I’ll be back?” you dare to say. Not too loud or confidently, but Jungkook hears you. “I can just take this and leave. It’s legitimate.”

“You can.” Jungkook laughs. He genuinely laughs in your face as if he doesn’t care what you do with the pocket change he gives you. “You can walk out that door and never come back. But you won’t.”

Your heart thumps when Jungkook takes a few steps before he’s standing in front of you.

“You’ll come back tomorrow like I’m telling you now,” he murmurs. “and I’ll probably fuck you again. You’ll let me. And I’ll pay you even more. I’ll do this as much as I want because we know you’ll let me.”

You don’t even feel it until Jungkook’s hand is on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tear that falls.

“Don’t cry, Y/N. I said I’ll help you, right?” Jungkook murmurs. Was it psychotic that he enjoyed your tears? Possibly. “Are you good with kids?”

You blink. “W-What?”

“Are you good with kids?” Jungkook repeats. “My daughter-”

“You have a child?” you push yourself away from him as if he burned you. “Are you…a-are you married?”

Jungkook snickers and rolls his eyes. “If I was married, would I have fucked you?” he asks. Yes, he would have. But that wasn’t the point. “I’m not married. Her mother isn’t in the picture.” he shrugs his shoulders. “Abandoned her.”

It wasn’t the full truth, but you didn’t need that, Jungkook thinks. 

“I,” Jungkook begins. His eyes flicker to the clock on his wall. He had a meeting in around two minutes. “believe she needs a woman. I have no sisters and she doesn’t have any cousins. All the nannies I find are old and for that, I can just have my mother watch her.”

You blink a few times.

Jeon Jungkook is a father.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

“I intended on actually paying you to do work. Not just fuck you in my office.” Jungkook knits his brows. “Though I’m not opposed-”

“Are you sure you want to bring me around your child?”

Jungkook tilts his head. “Why should I not?” he asks. 

Jungkook doesn’t tell you that he has no intentions of letting you go anywhere. That would surely scare you off. He doesn’t tell you that he believes his daughter needs a maternal figure, and he wants you to be said figure. He wants to see just how true “maternal instincts” were in women.

“Fine.” you murmur, your palms growing sweaty. 

“Good.” Jungkook smiles low. “I’ll forward you the details via email, then.” he takes a step away from you, and by then you conclude that the interview - if you can call fucking him against his desk that - is over. As you turn around to walk towards the elevator, Jungkook speaks again. “After all these years, Y/N, I’m glad to see you.”

You stop at the elevator just as your finger presses the button. You turn to look at him, finding that his dark eyes are already on you.

there's like 4,000 more words that i written after this but we're just going to leave this part here lmaooo

Immediately, Jungkook notices the decorated ceiling upon entering the ballroom. It’s a handpainted mural of the sky - pastel blues with light colored clouds, only adding on to the elegance of the ballroom.

On either side of the ballroom are tall, floor length windows.They’re arched and the glass is stained, but just outside could Jungkook witness the pristine falling snow, dropping so rapidly that it was becoming hard to witness the array of trees surrounding the mansion.

“Yes?” Jungkook responds, his voice muffled due to the mask he’s wearing - identical to the man across from him. It’s glass and a smooth, pale white with decorative gold details along the eyes. The eye sockets are deep, showing minimal features - a calm, cool expression. 

“The password?” the man questions.

Like Jungkook, he’s sporting a long, black floorlength cloak that flows as they walk; so is everyone else in the mansion attending the party. His hood is covering his head just as Jungkooks was, both sporting a white embroidered pattern along the edges of the hood and the hem of their sleeves. 

“Of course.” Jungkook nods softly. “Scarlet.”

“Proceed.”

The floors are polished to perfection, seemingly having no noticeable blemishes. It reflects the warm candlelight perfectly. As Jungkook steps deeper into the grand ballroom, he notices on the far right is a piano player, also wearing a mask. His posture is a bit hunched, but he’s playing passionately, nodding his head back and forth along to the piano keys.

There’s chattering dancing off of the high walls, all cloaked and masked figures. Jungkook thinks he’s stepped into another world entirely.

Jungkook hadn’t known of this place prior to tonight, Christmas eve. He himself had been invited by a close colleague of his, assuring that whatever he did there would be a secret - whatever he saw had to be, as well. He hadn’t a clue what he was talking about, but he was positive it had to do with one thing.

Sex.

As Jungkook strolls deeper into the ballroom, he finds several opened doors circling the entirety of the room, all open and displaying the same warm, candle-lit lighting. While the ballroom’s floors are pristine and marble, the rooms hold crimson carpeted floors that further intrigue him.

Jungkook stops, his eyes widening behind the mask. His ears capture it - the moans and squeals. The large group of women all engage sexually amongst one another - some kissing, others trailing their tongues lower and lower. 

Jungkook swallows, his breathing hitching just a bit at the sight. He was just a man and simple things like this excited him. But he wasn’t alone in watching. Some cloaked figures had a front row seat, chairs surrounding the women, watching them as if they were a Broadway act.

Jungkook has to force his eyes away from the women and continue walking, his covered pants growing tighter. Another room is as equally as perverted, this time having naked men alongside the woman. The man has the woman pinned down on a table, her legs up to her shoulders as he fucks her deeply. Masked figures watch them, as well, one even caressing the womans hair as he’s fucked so disrespectfully. 

“You must be new here.”

That voice startled Jungkook back into reality. He hadn’t realized he had stopped longer than he intended to, watching with unblinking eyes as the man continues to fuck the woman, forcing her onto her stomach for an even deeper fucking.

Jungkook turns, instantly stiffening. 

You’re naked, he takes in, yet you aren’t like the women who are all maskless. You’re sporting the same mask, your hair tied in a low ponytail, with a pair of simple, black heels. His eyes roam to your naked figure before backing up to your emotionless mask.

“What makes you say that?”

“You look like a kid at a candy store.” 

You take a few steps closer to him. You reach out to touch his shoulder, already knowing it’d be stiff. 

“You’ve been walking around looking, but haven’t touched anything.”

Jungkook releases a shaky breath when you press yourself against him now, your breast right against his chest. You’re so close that he swears he witnesses your eyes behind the black holes that are the eye sockets.

“Do you like what you’ve seen…?” you murmur, voice so low that it’s only audible to the ear closest to you. “I can show you more.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. He’s unsure how his mind seemingly blurs the background out, focusing on you entirely. It’s like his heartbeat slows for a moment, his eyes unblinking as they stare right at yours - the dark holes that draw him deeper and deeper. 

“Do you…do you come here often?”

A hand trickles up Jungkook’s side before snaking its way around his neck. Chills follow behind your cool hand, Jungkook feels intoxicated by the second.

“We all do.” you murmur a response. “Asking questions like that…” your fingers tap at the back of his neck. “...would cause suspicion. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t ask again.”

There’s something in Jungkook’s heart that leaps. Adrenaline flows through his veins of the act of doing something abominable - being here alone with these unknown people. He was told he was an elite by a colleague, someone who belonged here. However, the way his heart beats so rabidly at your warning, he was beginning to feel as if he was lied to.

“Come with me.” your voice is so soft and comforting, laced with honey. Instantly, he feels his heart calm, his nerves settling. Your cool hands slide from his neck and instead wrap around his flexed bicep. 

You walk close to Jungkook, leading him away from the grand ballroom. You lead him down a dim, long hallway with several doors. Only a few of them were open, displaying even more pornagraphic sights that further excites him, but he remains close to you. Your grip on his bicep is tight, assuring that he doesn’t scurry away from you.

“Are you alone during the holidays?” Jungkook hears you speaking to him as you and he halts at the end of the hallway. Another arched window displays the blizzard-like scenery outside. He notes that you must’ve taken him to a different section of the mansion that now displays a courtyard, the fountain off for the season. However, a large pine tree lays only a few feet away, covered in pristine snow. It’s minimal, not decorated and only displaying twinkling, warm flashing lights. 

“Yes.” Jungkook answers truthfully. Isn’t it obvious - he was attending a massive sex party. There wasn’t any more alone than this.

You close the distance between you and Jungkook, your arms wrapping around his neck, the cloak covering the skin he wished you’d touch. Your naked body crashed against his clothed one, the dark eye sockets of your mask peering right at him.

Jungkook’s breathing quickens, all muffled by the mask. He wants to touch you - to hold you even closer to him - but he doesn’t. 

“What are you looking for here, Jungkook?”

Jungkook is surprised he hadn’t died yet. You say his name so sweetly, yet so sinfully that his cock jumps in his pants. He was far too consumed by the anonymity that was you that he hadn’t realized he’s never told you his name, yet you knew. 

“Something’s got your tongue?”  you giggle.

Jungkook cannot see your face, so when he hears your voice in his mind - a “Touch me” command - he complies. He doesn’t question it for a second, completely enthralled by everything that is you. His hands slide on your naked hip, instantly gripping them in his greedy hands.

“You just want to have fun?”

Jungkook nods his head, once more not realizing what’s going on - or the fact that you took the words right out of his mouth without him speaking them first. Instead, he allows his hands to roam upwards, touching your soft skin. It slides smoothly against his palms.

“I can show you how elites have fun.”

You don’t radiate much warmth, but when you pull yourself away from Jungkook, he feels it. You walk backwards, focusing fully on him until you reach the closed, mahogany door. Your hands wrap around the gold knob and push it open, revealing the sight behind said door. You motion for him to follow you, a silent command he follows without hesitation.

The scene is just as the same as the ones prior, all women. They’re naked, their lips all over the other’s bodies and such pornagraphic moans echoing off the high walls. Jungkook follows behind you, the door seemingly closing on its own. 

“Ladies…”

Your voice alone has the women stopping - Jungkook counts at least 10 of them. They stare at you, all wide eyed and waiting for your next command.

“This is Jungkook,” you say, lifting a hand towards the man behind you. “and he’s here to have fun~”

The room appears to be a study, just as dim lit as the rest of the mansion, and completely large in size. Immediately, Jungkook notes the staircase on the far right of the room that leads to a second-level balcony, a large display of books in built-in bookshelves. In the center of the lower level room lies a large, circular patterned rug where the woman lay. 

“Sit down.” Jungkook hears it again - in his mind. His ears don’t perk the way they would've if he heard your honey-laced voice flow through them. But like before, he doesn’t question, he just does as he’s told. 

The arm chair Jungkook finds himself in is comfortable, a dark mahogany color that matches the other carved interior wood in the room. Immediately, women are at his feet, their hands trailing up towards the velvet cloak, tugging only slightly. Jungkook isn’t sure who to look at, his eyes dancing around - one woman is blond, her hair stopping right at her shoulders in a blunt cut, another women wearing glasses, hazel eyes staring right at him hungrily right behind them. He notices a tattoo on the next woman, a rose flower right between her breasts that catches his eyes.

However, it’s you that ultimately has Jungkook’s attention.You stand behind the women. He doesn’t need to see your eyes to know you’re staring down right at him, your presence commanding and powerful - his cock twitches instantly.

“Take your mask off.”

Jungkook blinks once - then twice. You were speaking to him now, his ears perking. For a moment he’s hesitant, pondering if this was something he was truly supposed to do. Then, however, the need to follow your every command flows through his veins heavily.

A tattooed hand lifts slowly towards his mask. The women at his feet wait patiently, their hands gently rubbing along his thighs and tugging at his cloak.

The hood goes first, falling at his neck to reveal a mop of dark, wavy hair. Then, he lifts the masks from his face, a sudden whoosh of cool air hitting his skin.

“Oh~”

One woman marvels at Jungkook’s handsome face, pressing her cheek against his knee with widened eyes. 

Jungkook drops his mask onto the carpeted rug around them, nervously looking at you for approval, though he’d won’t be able to truly witness it. Now, it’s noticeable that his eyes peer at your naked body hungrily, his mind racing and heart thumping outside his chest - but you knew that already.

“You’re cute.”

Jungkook straightens his shoulders as you come closer to him, hips swaying in a way that he’s never seen prior, so seductively and with such confidence. He audibly gasps as you come closer, stopping right beside him. He’s far too captivated by you that he pays no mind to the woman at his feet - all equally as naked and beautiful; but just not you.

“You don’t like to be called cute.”

A soft hand places itself onto Jungkook’s cheek. It’s cool but comforting to the touch. Instantly, he finds himself leaning into it, his eyes glancing up to your masked face.

“But you are cute…so new to this world.” you murmur, leaning down to face him. Your fingers tap along his cheek, sliding upwards to his soft hair. “You don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Doe eyes widen a bit when you tug at his hair, your grip tightening. Immediately, a sensation flows through him and shoots directly to his already hardened cock. 

“Take the cloak off.”

For a moment Jungkook believes you’re speaking to him. However, it’s evident by the way his cloak is being tugged every which way by the women beneath him just who your command was for. Several hands slide up his body, tugging the dark cloak off of his shoulders. His clothing underneath is simple, prior to coming here his mind told him he wouldn’t have to dress for the occasion as he wouldn’t be without his mask or cloak.

“So handsome~” murmured unison from the woman, their hands pulling and tugging all over Jungkook’s body, yet and still he licks his lips as his fluttering eyes look at you - the white mask staring back at him.

“You want to see my face?” you giggle.You read Jungkook’s mind perfectly that he ponders if he was truly that precise. “Not yet…you’ve not earned it.”

Jungkook’s nails dig into the polished wood of the arm chair, swallowing an unsatisfied lump in his throat. You tug at his hair again - this time Jungkook moans. “Can I…touch you?”

“Hmmm,” you tilt your head. 

Jungkook feels his pants being tugged down, his attention breaking from you for a mere moment to watch the woman marvel  at his hardened cock. His heart is pumping so fast, mind swirling that this was actually happening; that now he was a part of whatever elitist celebration.

“You want to have fun, right?” you murmur.

Jungkook nods instantly, his cock being tugged out of his boxer briefs. It twitches instantly, pre-cum leaking down the shaft. 

You let go of Jungkook’s hair, pushing yourself away from him. He watches with fluttering eyes as you make your way behind him, your heels clicking away. His eyes couldn’t follow you forever and only when you’re out of sight is when his attention turns back to the women.

“I-”

Jungkook grunts when the blond one wraps her tongue around the tip of his cock, twirling with such perfection. The hazel-eyed woman has her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, pumping. He melts into the armchair, breathing heavily that he doesn’t realize you’re back until you place that cool, soft hand onto his cheek.

“Having fun?” you tease, leaning down.

Jungkook nods his head, unaware that he now had another tongue on his cock, the woman with the rose tattoo joining in on pleasuring him.

“Here,” you lift up a satin, black ribbon. “for even more fun.”

You wrap the ribbon around Jungkook’s eyes, tying it around his head. The lack of sight has Jungkook’s heart racing for what’s to come. He isn’t expecting a pair of glossy lips to find his own almost instantly. He melts into said kiss, knowing that it’s you - your sweet lips that taste of cherries.

Jungkook isn’t sure if he’d ever be in this position. He’s never met a woman that would be considered “dominant” before. He’s pudding in your hands, fully submissive to whatever you give him - and he likes it.

Your tongue forces Jungkook’s lips apart and slides into his mouth easily. Your hand presses onto Jungkook’s jaw, keeping him right where you want him. He has no choice but to moan into your mouth, his cock being swallowed and pumped, a tingling feeling flowing throughout his body.

“Uh -ah!”

Jungkook gasps, a sharp intense pain finding itself on his tongue. It throbs and instantly, he tastes an irony liquid.

Your tongue trails along the corner of his lips, licking up the crimson blood that trickles down.

“Got a little carried away~” you hum.

Jungkook licks his lips, swallows then nods. “M-Me, too.”

You snicker - Jungkook was far too cute for his own good. Innocent for a place like this where more than just sex occurs. 

Jungkook groans, his head falling back into the arm chairs, his thighs trembling. The wet squelching noises catch his ears and he’s almost thankful that he couldn’t see what the women were doing. Such a lewd sight would surely have him losing his mind.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” you say, so close to his face that your breath tickles his nose. Jungkook turns blindly towards your voice, nodding. “You have such a pretty cock, Kookie.”

There’s a tint on Jungkook's cheeks at the nickname you give him - it was so childish, he thinks, and not something he wanted to hear in a moment like this.

“Don’t be bashful.” you sing-song. “Such a pretty cock you have, so thick and long…I’m so wet thinking about it inside of me.”

That has Jungkook groaning even more - no, whimpering. The idea of you being wet, his mind flashes with your naked body, your pussy teasing him at what little he could see.

“Can I…Can I feel how wet you are?”

Jungkook isn’t going to last long, not with all of this. He feels his cock pop from someone's mouth, their lips replaced with something else - breasts. He’s being pumped for everything he has, treated like some type of fuck doll for their amusement.

“You’ve been good.” you tell him. “So I’ll let you~”

A soft hand grasps his own. You’re leaning against the arm chair, your breast only inches away from his face. You guide his hand between your thighs, allowing him to find his own way to your pussy.

“Shit.” Jungkook hisses, his fingers sliding between your lips, slick, warm  arousal pooling out of you. He twirls his fingers against your clit, marveling at just how wet you were. “Your pussy it’s…it’s so wet.”

You press your breast against his face and instantly, Jungkook wastes no time. This feeling is all too euphoric, he thinks, that he ponders if any of it was real. Had he died along the way to the mansion and had found himself into a vulgar heaven he never knew existed? Was he dreaming it all?

Jungkook doesn’t dwell, only captures your nipple into his greedy mouth, suckling on it as if his life depended on it. His cock twitches with overstimulation, pressure building up a knot in the pit of his stomach.

Jungkook fingers your entrance easily, sliding his fingers in. He groans against your chest as velvety walls wrap around his fingers greedily. He pumps them, the wet squelching noises hitting his ears almost instantly.

You hold Jungkook against your chest, soft moans spewing from your lips as Jungkook’s fingers pump inside of you. His palm rubs against your clit, more added stimulation. “Maybe you’re dirtier than I thought, Kookie.”

With a sudden pop, Jungkook releases your nipple. His fingers continue to pump deeper inside of you - faster. “I know you’d feel good around me.”

“Talk dirty too, huh?” you couldn’t help but squeal. “Is that what you want, Kookie? To feel my pussy around your cock?”

“Fuck, yes.” Jungkook groans. His free hand lifts to grasp you. It’s your back to tug you closer to him, his lack of sight not halting his desire for you. “You’re so wet and w-warm…” he trembles visibly, goosebumps littering his skin. “...and so gorgeous.”

“You’re talking like you’re in love.” you snicker, your thighs clenching around his hand. Arousal trickles down your thighs embarrassingly slow. “A man with such a cute face like yours but a dirty mouth~”

Your eyes trail to the woman at Jungkook’s feet. Their attention turns to you almost as if on command. “Go elsewhere.”

They do, crawling away from Jungkook without a care. Finally, Jungkook feels like he can breathe, his cock twitching with even more pre-cum oozing beautifully from his flushed pink tip. 

It’s fast, Jungkook thinks, that he doesn’t even have a moment to ponder anything else. You’ve gone from hovering above him, his long fingers deep inside of you to you straddling him, your thighs on either side of him.

“W-What-”

Then you sink down on his cock, your tight pussy wrapping firmly around him that he doesn’t have time to finish his own question. His lips part, gasping pathetically for air as you rise and fall again, your pussy full capturing his cock.

“Just as I expected~” your honey-laced voice speaks to him. “your cock does feel good, and all for me.”

Jungkook’s chest is firm, as are his shoulders. He works out, his strength as a human man is what excites you. Your hips buckle, rising up and down, your cunt squeezing him in. His mind races, whimpering out pathetic pleases - the oh’s, the ah’s and the groaning fuuuuccckkk’s.

Your breasts bounce in Jungkook’s face, he feels them. He wishes he can see how perfect you look right now, but he doesn’t dare test his luck. Instead, he allows his hands to roam your naked body, finding the mounds on your chest and squeezing them in his hands. 

“I feel like I’m in Heaven.” Jungkook whimpers and you  couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re far from it.” you state, but he doesn’t hear you - not from the sound of your squelching pussy and the slamming of your skin against his. Not from the moans of the women behind the two of you, already engaging sexually amongst themselves. “How much do you want me, Kookie?”

“So much!” Jungkook presses his lips to your chest, peppering wet kisses to your cool skin. “So, so much…want you all night.”

“Aaaall night?” your hips grind, his cock so deep in you. “Would you let me do whatever I wanted to you?”

Nodding frantically, Jungkook whimpers. “Yes.”

Your lips twitch upwards. Your hands find their way to Jungkook’s hair again, this time untying the silk ribbon. It loosens and falls. Jungkook’s eyes flutter open, adjusting to the candle-lit room.

Jungkook sees you. First, your bouncing breast in his face, then your pussy taking his cock - arousal pooling out of you and coating his thighs. His eyes hike upwards, towards your face.

Jungkook’s breath hitches, your eyes captivating him.

“You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you.” It isn’t a question, it’s a command. Your eyes zone in on Jungkook’s, his pupils shrinking smaller as he stares into yours.

“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs, captivated by you - your beauty, your essence. 

Your lips form a smile, one that has Jungkook’s heart racing. 

“Come here,” you command. 

Jungkook does, and as soon as he’s closer, your hand snatches his soft hair. You yank him hard enough to bare his neck, your teeth sinking into delicate skin. 

Jungkook screams, the sudden action catching him completely off guard, but he doesn’t move. He finds that he can’t move. The excruciating pain that flows through his body mixes perfectly with the pleasure of your pussy - you’re only fucking him harder. The armchair scraps against the pattern rug, his cock slamming against a sweet spot that only has you suckling onto his neck harder, growling.

When you lift from his neck, Jungkook’s panting, eyes red and glossy. He stares up at you, crimson blood trickling down your chin and onto your bouncing breast. You lick your lips, your hold on his tightening. He’s confused, hurt - and even more aroused. His stomach churns, your nonestop grinding only has his whimpering.

“Go ahead and cum, Kookie. You know you want to~” 

Even with that bloodlust look in your eyes and his own blood on your lips, you appear even more beautiful to him, a sight he’s never truly seen before. He finds as even when his eyes flutter close does he feel the same euphoric sensation flow through him.

Jungkook’s cum is warm inside of you, the fluid filling you up to the point that it begins to trickle out of you and onto his own thighs. His mind races with more questions than answers, some that he’s afraid to even ask - or think of.

“Look at me.”

Jungkook hears it again, your voice in his head. His eyes flutter open, glossy as before. His neck hurts, blood pooling from the bite you’ve caused. 

“You’re going to fuck me all night.” you command, beautiful eyes staring right into his shrinking ones. “You’re going to let me feed from you all night.”

“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs. His cock springs hard once more.

“And when it’s dawn, you’re going to forget about everything that you saw here.”

Jungkook’s hands lay onto your hips. He holds onto you, lifting you so he has a good grip before he slams your body onto the pattern rug, a few feet away from the women in their own sensual world.

“Yes.” Jungkook agrees, burying his cock deep inside of you. 

Jungkook pounds at such a brutal pace, uncaring at how your sharp teeth sink into the skin of his arm, suckling the blood from his body. He doesn’t care how disgustingly beautiful you looked covered in his blood, sharp teeth ruining his skin.

You and Jungkook carry on like this for the entirety of the night, him fucking you in various positions while you feel from his flesh; allowing him to heal just enough before you sunk your teeth into him again - and again. As the sun begins to rise and Jungkook cums into you once more, he finds that his mind goes blank and his eyes grow heavy; he’s asleep.

Jungkook springs awake when a loud knock sounds.

“What…?”

“Long night?”

Bright light engulfs his eyes entirely. He shields them away from his eyes.

“You’ve missed the meeting you set up.”

Yuna’s voice. His assistant begins to draw the curtains in his dark bedroom.

“I told you blackout curtains were dangerous, but you never listen.” Yuna sighs with a shake of her head. “Ive rescheduled the meeting for this evening, gives you enough time to get ready and - oh. You look terrible.”

Jungkook feels terrible. His throat is dry and his body feels far too weak to even stand.

“Did you make it to the party?” Yuna questions. “How’d you get home?”

“What party?” Jungkook asks, furrowing his brows. “I’ve never left here…”

Yuna shakes her head. “Well then. You have two hours until the meeting. I can’t believe you’ve slept all the way until the afternoon!” she sighs out. “I’m coming to get you myself tomorrow morning when we close on this deal. You won’t be fucking this up, Kook. My own raise is on the line! You promised!”

Jungkook falls into his pillows, drawing Yuna’s voice out entirely. His head is pounding with more questions than answers.