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The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P
Insatiable: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didnât like you. It didnât get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peeking through. one | two
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 6/7): Youâre a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You wouldâve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasnât for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed
Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job, she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasnât foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed
Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when itâs revealed to be your sister's boyfriend. completed
Carnal Desire: The last person you expected to see was an âold friendâ from nearly a decade ago, but youâre determined to show the man that youâre no longer the little girl he use to know. One | Two | Three
Public Enemy (Part 5/7): You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. Itâs a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect heâs cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed
Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed
Moral Dilemma: Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed
Love You (Just A Little Too Much): You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. completed
10/10: Neither you or Hosoek can contain the sexual tension thatâa been building up for months. completed
Public Enemy (Part 3/7): Your life was going great. Youâve been promoted from police officer to detective - something youâve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed
Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed
One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and youâre threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasnât your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed
Public Enemy (Part 4/7): Youâve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasnât perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isnât with you. completed
Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed
V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed
Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkookâs relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed
Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him. one | two | three | four
B.A.S: You knew you weren't shit, but you still gave your boyfriend 10 minutes to respond before you went to be a hoe. Luckily for you, Jungkook wasn't shit either. completed
Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) one | two
Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You donât ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed
One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two
Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed
Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that heâs being nice to someone else. completed
Not Until I Say So: That time you got caught masturbating in your professor's classroom after hours. completed
When Did You Get Hot?: Itâs a shock to see Jeon Jungkook, the once cute doe-eyed boy you once tutored, grow into a hot tattooed slick-mouth man.
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working alongside jeon jungkook has proven to be a lot harder than you anticipated, but it wasnât anything you couldnât handle. thatâs until a secret youâve been hiding comes to light.
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warning: nerd/shy jungkook, mc was a bit of a bitch at first, kissing, naive teen jungkook, grinding, why did mc use jk like that??, semi-public sex, handjob, dirty talking, dry humping, fingering, office sex , degradation, submissive reader/dom jk, also dom reader bc she can be a bitch sometimes LMAOO, creampie,
part one
Often, you think about the time Jungkook told you that he loved you. You thought about how you reacted. You were shocked. Said shock had you reacting indifferently towards his words.
A part of you recalls how you felt when you began to ignore Jungkook. The look in his eyes that had your heart jolting, but your face never faltered from its stoic one. You avoided him like your life depended on it - not because of what Jungkook said, but because of how his words made you feel.
The only time Jungkook recalls you showing a bit of interest was when he was publicly congratulated at the end of the school year for being the few students accepted into a top University. For a split moment, your eyes met. However, before Jungkook could process it, you were out of his sights.
Jungkook doesnât 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 hadnât 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 couldnât 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 Jungkookâs letter. He hadnât 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 heâd do whatever for you to forgive him, even if it meant that you and him wouldnât 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 hadnât thought about universities and whereâd you go. You promised your mother that after a year break, youâd start classes again. Now, however, you were certain you couldnât do what you planned.
You placed the card back into the envelope, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook and turning to walk away. You donât see the way his face falls or his shoulders falter. With your back turn, he doesnât 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 Jungkookâs 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 hadnât.Â
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 itâd 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.Â
You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute - and that was something you couldnât reveal to your friends. While you listened to them gush about who they hooked up with, who was hot or not, Jeon Jungkook wouldnât make the cut.
âHe probably humps his pillow.â 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.
âI think heâs got a crush on you.â Ava cackled, covering her mouth with her manicured hand - the same color and design that matches all of your hands perfectly.Â
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. âI bet I could get him to do my homeworkâŠheâs such a loser.â
You didnât 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. Itâs 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.
Itâs 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 wasnât 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.Â
Jungkook had stiffened when your hand placed itself on his thigh. You begin to tap your fingers upwards, reaching closer and closer until itâs at the twitching dent. âYou arenât going to stop me?â you recall asking him. âI bet you want people to catch us like this. Thatâll boost your popularity, won't it?â
Jungkookâs 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.
âI still canât believe a nerd like you has such a big cock.â you murmur, leaning closer. âYouâre happy, arenât you? You like the way my hand feels around your cock.â
Jungkookâs body shuddered at the feel of your squeezing hand right on his covered cock, his underwear appearing tighter and tighter against him.
âSay it.â
âI like it.â Jungkook squeaked out, low and pathetic just as you said.Â
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..
âSay youâre lucky to have me.â you lean closer. âSay youâre pathetic.â
âIâm pathetic.â Jungkookâs hand curls into a tight first, his heart pumping so radically outside his chest. âI am luckyâŠto have you, Y/N.â
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, âI know.â
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 werenât doing anything but further toying with Jungkook who had admitted to you that he loved you.Â
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. Heâs taller, even more handsome and successful - everything you arenât.
Jeon Jungkook was correct about a lot of things.
Your car has been repossessed.Â
Youâve taken out more loans than you shouldâve.
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 wouldnât say you didnât recognize yourself, itâs just the you that you hadnât seen in years.
You deposited the money into your account far too quickly, only a bit ashamed of yourself in the way youâve gotten in. However, the expenses you had didnât wait for you to gain money morally.Â
âMiss Y/L,â
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.
âHello,â you glanced away and towards the voice that greets you. âI have to, uh,â you opened your purse to take out the check youâve gotten from the bank. âmake a payment, of course.â
Your cheeks were warm once you handed over the check. Youâve known Lisa for years now. Sheâs 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.
âItâs what Iâve owed and also to cover the next few months.â you responded meekly. Your palms began to sweat a bit.Â
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. âI was a single mother at one point in my life, too.â she told you one evening almost three months ago. Your eyes were watering when you told her you couldnât pay to be a part of these gymnastics classes anymore.
Your eyes glanced back at him, your son. Heâs 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.
âDid you take out a loan?â Lisa questioned, her voice low. She looked concerned and you can tell by her voice alone. âMiss Y/L, I didnât want you to do-â
âNo loan.â 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. âUmâŠhis fatherâŠhelped.â
You tore your eyes away from your son to look back at Lisa. Sheâs 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.
âMa!â
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 couldnât help. You probably looked insane right now, you think, staring at your son as the two of you eat - or at least him.
âYou spaced out.â Ji-tae states matter-of-factly. He takes a bite of his pizza, an abundance of toppings nearly falling off of it. âYouâve been acting weird for a few weeks now. Is everything okay?â
You offer your son a low grin. âYou forgot whoâs the parent and whoâs the child?â you tease. You grasp the bottle to take a sip of your drink. âIâm fine,â you say once youâre done sipping. âjust trying to get back situated with work, you know?â
Ji-tae nods his head a bit. He isnât 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 doesnât need to know the brand new car is from Jungkook, your boss who happens to share the same dark eyes as him.Â
âWhat do you do?â
Your eyes twitch a bit, but nonetheless you remain calm. âAssistant.â you reply. âWhy do you ask?â
Ji-tae shrugs his shoulders. âCurious.â is all he says, taking another bite of his pizza.Â
You know your son. Heâs scrunching his nose in a way that tells you he wants to say something, but is holding back.
âJi-tae,âÂ
Your son looks up at you. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, your heart jolts once more.Â
Ji-tae knows you only call him by his name if you are being serious.
âWhat's wrong?â you ask him, assuring to keep eye contact.
âI think I want to quit gymnastics.â
Your eyebrows knit. âWhat?â
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.
âGrandmother,âÂ
Immediately you groan - because of course it had something to do with your mother.
âsaid you didnât have the money-â
âWhat did I tell you, Ji-tae?â you donât mean to sound harsh. You arenât 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. âItâs my responsibility to worry about you.â
âNot the other way aroundâŠâ Ji-tae trails off. He swallows thickly, his adamâs apple bobbing. â...but if itâs too expensive-â
âItâs not.â you stand, the chair scrapping behind you.Â
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 youâre doing.Â
Your mother answers on the third ring, sounds cherrier than she should right now. You walk out of the room to assure Ji-tae wouldnât hear the conversation.Â
âWhy are you telling my son things that donât concern him?â you ask as soon as your mother answers the phone. âHe should never know about what the fuck-â
âY/N, do calm down.â your mother tells you. Her tone is sickenly sweet, but youâve been raised on it your entire life. It was her âmother knows bestâ act, something she pulled constantly.Â
âTae said he wants to quit gymnastics because you told him I couldnât afford it.â you spat out, but not too loud for your son to hear.Â
âWell can you?â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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 motherâs idea to keep your pregnancy a secret. No pictures. No being seen when you didnât need to. The plans youâve made with your friends - the travelling, the late night fun and partying - were gone.Â
âPlease tell me what Iâve deserved to become a grandmother at this age?â your mother asked during dinner one evening. You were five months, bump forming underneath the oversize shirt you wore. âHow 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.â
It was also your motherâs 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.Â
âDo you even know who the father is?â your mother questions lowly on Ji-taeâs first birthday. Itâs a question she hadnât asked you prior. Sheâs holding him in her arms, a bright smile on her lips as she poses for pictures.Â
âWell?â your mother's voice brings you back to reality. Youâve spaced out far too many times lately. âTae told me you started a new job, honey.â
âI did, mother.â you clench the phone to your ear. You inhale slowly, closing your eyes. âI am capable of taking care of my son, mother. If you canât respect my wishes, then maybe you shouldnât come around anymore.â
âExcuse me?â your mother laughs. âYouâre being dramatic, Y/N. I was just trying to help-â
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 mustâve 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 hadnât believed the facade for a second.
Jungkook, youâve 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 Jungkookâs and Ji-Taeâs. 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 youâve known in high school. The boy whose eyes sparkled with innocence. The boy who was so caring and shy; nice and genuine.Â
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.Â
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 werenât kid friendly as they were decorative glass from Europe. Behind one door, is a second closet, only she tells you itâs for her dolls. Youâre almost jealous of the toys when she shows you the clothing, all designer brands you couldnât 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 couldnât 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.Â
Jeon Jinah has a strict schedule, you noticed, and you began to realize that Ji-tae inherited more from Jungkook than you.Â
Each day, youâd 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, itâs 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.Â
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 couldnât stop the feeling that everything, especially after another month, has becomeâŠdomestic. 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 wouldnât 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 heâd 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 isnât 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 wasnât home and instead was with his friend for the night.
Jungkook doesnât 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 heâs 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; âTae, whatâs wrong?â
Jungkook didnât know who Tae was.
âIâm working now.â you say, voice low but he can hear you perfectly fine. âYes, Iâll see you tomorrow. I love you, too.â
Youâre asleep when Jungkook gets home late that night. Usually, youâd be up waiting for him to return so you could go. He doesnât 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 whoâs Tae - a boyfriend? Would you have fucked him if you had one? Surely he wouldnât know - there isnât anything hinting that you were in a relationship.Â
Yet, you tell this person that you loved him. That youâll see him tomorrow.
Jungkook finds that he doesnât care - not deeply at least. After all, in a way, he owns you now more than ever.
The domestication doesnât end there. As a month turns to several months, you begin to ponder on your relationship with Jungkook. It wasnât professional in the slightest - the sex was the main indicator. Sleeping with your boss wasnât ideal, but you never denied him when he made advances, partly because you understood your place. He was correct when he said youâd 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 wasnât 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.Â
A part of you even wished your son could join.
âYouâve been standing there for ten minutes now.â
Itâs Jungkookâs 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. âWhatâs on your mind?â
You straighten your shoulders, turning your eyes away from him. Itâs one of those rare occasions that Jungkook wasnât 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 heâs wearing sweats that hang only a bit low on his waist.
â...IâŠâ
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.Â
â...you?â Jungkook raises a brow, giving you a glance before returning to cutting the vegetables.Â
âIs that all the work you have for me?â you ask. In hindsight, this job was perfect. The pay, the benefits - it all was. But you couldnât help but feel like this was just the calm before the storm.
âDo you want more work?â Jungkook asks cooly, not bothering to look up at you. âI thought Jinah and her energy wouldâve drained you by now.â
You shake your head, even if his eyes weren't on you. Youâve dealt with Ji-tae for years and knew just how to deal with an energetic child.
âI love being around Jinah.â you admit. âItâs justâŠit doesnât seem like work. I feel like a mom.â
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.Â
âIs that a bad thing?â
You catch Jungkookâs eyes. Theyâre hard and unblinking, waiting for you to answer.Â
âIs it a bad thing?â Jungkook repeats, a bit louder. âI could have you at the office doing boring paperwork, but instead youâre here.â Jungkook raises a hand to motion around his home. âI trust you enough to care for my daughter. Youâre debt freeâŠwhat more do you want?â
âI never said I wanted more.â you turn away from him. You didnât even know what you were asking for. âForget it.â
You make your way to the cupboard to find Jinah a snack. In a way, Jungkook is correct, there isnât any more you could ask for. Your job was entirely too easy that it has you questioning what Jungkookâs plan was continuing further.Â
Before you could turn around with the cookies you got for Jinah, Jungkook is behind you. You hadnât seen him gather the vegetables into the boiling pot and set it to low. His hands are on your waist, lips against your neck.
âWhat if I told you I donât have any intentions in letting you go?â Jungkook murmurs against your neck.Â
You swallow, a shudder running up your spine. âAnd why is that?â
âWhy would I?â Jungkook snorts. âI just got you back.â
Jungkook is kissing your neck now. Your lips part a bit. â13 years is a long timeâŠâ you trail off, a slight tremble in your voice.Â
âIt is, isnât it?â 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. âA long time to still be hung up on one girl, right?â
Jungkook presses himself against you, his crotch grazing your ass.Â
âYou talk as if youâve been waiting for me.âÂ
You lean back far enough for your back to touch Jungkookâs chest. You were a weakling, you think, fully submitting to Jungkook so easily with little fight.Â
âMaybe I have.â responds Jungkook. His tongue glides against your neck. âMaybe I am as pathetic as you once used to say.â
Jungkookâs 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.
âI think back to how you treated me back then - when it was just you and me.â Jungkook strokes his tongue upwards. âHow much of a bitch you were to me and how much I liked it.â he murmurs, his voice lowering in just a way that has your thighs clenching. âWhen you called me patheticâŠwhen youâd say I was lucky to have you do that to me.â
You lick your lips. Your right hand gently clenches the cookies in your palm. Jungkook begins to rut his hips into you.
âYou were pathetic.â you respond without thinking. For a moment, you stop. Your eyes snap open and your heart jolts - you didnât want to upset Jungkook. He was the one that held all the power between the two of you. You couldnât risk your mother's words being right or your son worrying about you.
However, Jungkook doesnât appear to be upset. If anything, your statement seems to excite him further. He whimpers in your ear, his hold on you growing tighter.
âAnd thatâs why I kept on.â you continue. âI wanted to see how far youâd let me go.â
âYou knew I liked you.â
It isnât a question. Jungkook wasnât as subtle as he thought he was in his youth.
âI knew you liked me.â you nod. âThatâs what made it more fun. I liked the flush look on your cheeks when Iâd bend over.â
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.
âI liked when youâd stutter when I spoke to you. How youâd do whatever I wanted you to.â
Jungkookâs right hand lets go of your breast and slides them down - lower and lower - until theyâre forcing its way into your pants.
âYou were such a pervert, too.â you gasp when Jungkookâs fingers fingers your clothed clit. This was happening entirely too fast, but the both of you were enthralled, forgetting where youâre at. âDoing anything I told you to.â
âYou knew I would.â Jungkook breaths as he twirls his fingers over the fabric.Â
âI was only teasing when I told you to smell my panties.â you giggle - which is soon followed by a moan with how much pressure Jungkook is putting in rubbing. âBut you did it like the perverted little boy you were.â
âStop acting like you didnât like it.â Jungkook jerks his hips once more, his bulge hardened. âYou liked how perverted I was. Isnât that what made you jump on my cock?â
You gasp, Jungkookâs fingers finding their way between the moist fabric of your panties and planting themselves right on your clit.Â
âMaybeâŠâ you swallow, your head falling back. He twirls his fingers roughly. â...I felt sorry for you.â
Itâs a lie and you know it. You did like how perverted Jungkook was for you and you alone.Â
âIs that so?â Jungkook hisses. Another squeeze to your breast. âIs that why you told me I felt so good inside of you?â
Your eyes squeeze shut. Jungkook didnât forget a second of that day - and it was only one time. Sometimes he thinks how many other times he couldâve had you if he hadnât slipped up and admitted he loved you. Itâs the reason why he doesnât intend on letting you go anywhere now - making up for lost times, he tells himself.
Jungkook doesnât know those feelings he felt for you all those years ago were reciprocated.
âDaaad!â
Instantly, Jungkook removes himself from you at the sound of Jinahâs voice. Her feet sound immediately after, paddling down the hall. You stumble, but catch yourself before you could fall.Â
Jinah enters the kitchen seconds later, eyes bright and wide and a smile on her lips.Â
âJijiâŠâ Jungkook trails off, looking at the small girl. â...remember what I said about coming in here while Iâm cooking?â
Jinah nods her head. Sheâs holding a paper in her hands. âAccidents.â she murmurs. âLook!â
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.
âThatâs amazing.â Jungkook says, smiling down at his daughter. You watch him, unsure why you find him to be cute whenever he speaks to Jinah. He isnât cocky, he isnât demanding. Heâs just Jungkook.Â
âItâs me and you and,â Jinah turns to you, pointing at her with her left hand. âY/N!â
âI see.â Jungkook takes the paper from Jinahâs small hands. âAnd a dogâŠâ he chuckles, his eyes flickering to the small blob at the corner of the page. âWant to see?âÂ
Jungkook is speaking to you now. He furrows his brows.
âY-Yeah.â you stutter. Your feet work for you, paddling towards Jungkook and Jinah. âWow,â you say, your voice raising like it always did whenever you talk to her - or to small children in general. âItâs so nice.â
Jinah beams up at you and Jungkook in a way that has your heart jolting.
âLetâs go hang this up.â you speak to Jinah. âRight along with the other ones.â
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 heâs ever seen her before.
In Jungkookâs eyes, as a young teenager going through far too many hormones and emotions, you could do no wrong. It didnât matter that he did almost all of your work and expected nothing in return - because your attention was enough.Â
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, youâd tease him right here.
Still, your friends didnât 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.Â
âYou are such a cutie without your glasses.â youâd 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. âI bet all the girls tell you that.â
Youâre teasing him, you always do. âI donât talk to other girls.â heâd say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that youâd never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only.Â
âHow come?â you asked, feigning ignorance. âDonât tell me you actually like me?â 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. âYouâre like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.â
Jungkook swallowed, his adamâs 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.Â
âI was right.â 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. âYou can be so pathetic at times, you know?â
Softly, Jungkook nods. âI know.â 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 doesnât know what youâre thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didnât 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. Youâre 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.
âThatâs okay, Kookie,â 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 âI always wanted a dog.â
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 heâs positive youâre toying with him, but he wouldnât have it any other way.Â
When you pull away, Jungkook inhales and nearly chokes when the gum threatens to go down his throat.
âExcuse me -Y/N!â
You stop in your tracks at the sound of your name. You turn around with knitted brows. Youâre holding a box thatâs 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, heâs in a work meeting just down the hall and in view, the windows showcasing the amount of people and possible investors inside.Â
âOh,â 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. âhello Ren. How are you?â
âGreat!â Ren exclaims. âI noticed the box youâre holding is full. Need a hand?â
Ren is one of the many assistants here that do whatever theyâre told. Coffee runs to answering phones to scheduling meetings. He is indeed pushing a cart that appears to have different arrays of office supplies. âStocking up?â
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. âSasha likes fresh inked pens every other day.â he states. âKaede goes through paper like crazy, so he needs his printer to be stocked daily; insane right?â
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 heâs talking about, but you and Jungkook rarely speak of work.
âHow is it working for the big boss?â Ren questions. âHe scares me.â
You glance Renâs way, snorting. âJungkook scares you?â 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.
âYouâŠâ Ren trails off, brown eyes widening a bit. â...call him by his name? He allows that?â
Your cheeks warm at the realization, now remembering that you were the only one that didnât speak to Jungkook professionally. You didnât want what you were doing behind the scenes to be outed and have everyone suspecting you fucked your way into a job - even if thatâs exactly what you did.
âMr. Jeon and I go way back!â 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. âWe went to the same high school.â
You take your eyes away from Jungkook to focus back on Ren.
âOh.â Ren sighs out in what you swore was relief. âI see. You two must be good friends then.â
You and Ren stop at the elevator, your destination, the top floor where Renâs 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.
âWorking with Mr. Jeon isnât all that bad. Heâs very punctual, but I suppose I understand why others might find him scary.â
The elevator moves, going higher and higher.
âYeah.â Ren murmurs. âWe donât really cross paths often, but when we do itâsâŠâ Ren hums. â...he seems very powerful, in a way.â
You snicker. âReally? You speak of him as if heâs some type of super villain.â
Ren himself chuckles, a tint growing on his cheeks. âI mean, he is powerful. Super wealthy and still so young. We all work directly under him in this company that heâs built. I suppose I would say I find him admirable.â
The elevator dings just as Ren finishes talking. As the door opens, Renâs 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. âYou can just put the box on my desk over there.â you tell Ren. âAnd, I know what you mean. Mr. Jeon is admirableâŠâ
Ren pushes the cart into the office, the sudden feeling of being under dressed overcomes him. Suddenly, his shoes werenât shiny enough, his shirt not the correct quiet luxury brand that he knows Mr. Jeon wears.Â
âWhat was he like in Highschool?â Ren questions. He grasps the box and does what you tell him to.Â
Ren is young, you note, and if you had to guess, possibly fresh out of college. You ponder if this was his first ârealâ 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.Â
âSmart.â you respond. âAlways the top of our classes. Heâs helped me a lot with my own work.â you admit, that warm feeling coming back to your cheeks. âIt isnât surprising that he has all of this.â you wave your hand around, gesturing to not only the office, but to the entire company.Â
âYou and him were good friends?â
Ren himself thinks maybe heâs asking too many personal questions, but you hadnât 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.
âWeâŠlost touch after high school.â 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 ârelationshipâ you and he had from your friends.
What would you tell Ren? âYes, 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!â It wasnât idealistic.
The elevator dings again. Ren turns his head to the sound, his eyes widening when Mr. Jeon steps through.Â
âSir,â Ren bows his head a bit, his hands gripping the metal cart.
Jungkook blinks towards Ren. His eyes then trail towards you. âHowâs the filing coming along?â he questions.Â
âJust about to get started.â you murmur, glancing back towards Ren behind Jungkook. âRen was helping me bring it up here.â
Ren blinks, panic flowing through him when Jungkook turns back to him. âOh.â is all the older man says.Â
âIâll be taking my leave, Sir. Y/N.â Ren murmurs. He can feel his palms growing sweaty at being far too close to Mr. Jeon.Â
âYou do that.â 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 couldnât shake off the sudden uneasy feeling that clouds the office, but you otherwise donât 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 hadnât said a word the entire time and you werenât sure if that was good or not.
âWhat were you and Ren talking about?â
Another hour had passed when Jungkook had spoken. You look up from your laptop to offer him a glance.Â
âYou.â you answer.
âWhat about me?â Jungkook scoffs.Â
âHe finds you admirable.â you squint your eyes his way. âAsked what it was like working alongside you.â
Jungkook doesnât say anything further, so you do.
âHe reminds me of you.â you say truthfully, glancing back to your screen. You continue to type. âBack in Highschool. He still has that sparkle in his eyes.â
âAh,â Jungkook hums. âyou like that, donât you?â
You stop typing. Slowly, your eyes trail up to Jungkook from your own desk. Your eyes connect with his.
âWhat does that mean?â you question.
Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. âYou like that sparkle in his eyes.â he states coolly. âItâs like you have a radar for pathetic beings to take advantage of.â
âExcuse me?â you hiss, eyes widening at his words.Â
âWhat, Y/N, are you going to fuck him next?â Jungkook snickers. âAre you going to ruin that sparkle he has in his eyes, too?â
You bite the inside of your cheek until it throbs. Your hands clench slowly.
âWhat is this about?â you murmur dangerously low. âAre you jealousâŠof Ren?â
Jungkook scoffs before laughing entirely. âPlease, Y/N.â
You close your laptop, glaring eyes piercing right through Jungkook. âI think you are.â you shrug. âMaybe through Ren you see what you once were.â
Jungkook doesnât find anything funny anymore. He watches you push back your chair and stand.
âAfter all these years, youâre still upset about what happened in high school.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes dance down your figure. âWhere are you going?â he questions as he witnesses you gathering your items.Â
âFor lunch.â you state. âMaybe Iâll ask Ren if he wants to go anywhere-â
âYouâre going to get that boy fired.â Jungkook spats. He stands, rounds his desk and stalks towards you. âSit-â
You push yourself away from Jungkook as he grasps your arm. âYouâre an asshole, you know that?â
âAnd youâre the bitch who lives a good life because of me.â Jungkook hisses right back. âYou donât get paid to flirt in front of my face. Is that the reason you asked for âmore workâ.â
âFlirtingâŠflirting in your face?â 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.
âEven with all this money and power you have, Kook, youâre still the same pathetic loser who I fucked and left all those years ago and nothing is going to change that.â
You stiffen at your own words. You didnât mean to say it aloud - or at all -Â 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, youâd resort back to the person you once was - a total bitch. Those words had your mind flashing rapidly - to the look on Jungkookâs face when you opened his letter, to those words your mother spoke to you; âI wanted you to be more than just a pretty face. Look at you now.â
 âI didnât mean-â
âYes you did, Y/N. Thatâs okay.â Jungkook interrupts. At first, upon hearing the lack of malice in his voice, you thought maybe he was telling the truth. âYou think you can do better without me?â
Jungkookâs voice is dangerously low. When your eyes flutter open, heâs directly in front of you. Those dark round eyes of his are hard, piercing right through you.
âYou thinkâŠâ
You yelp when Jungkookâs hand slams into your head, yanking a fist full of your hair.Â
â...you could do any better than what I give you? I may be the same pathetic loser, but youâre still the whore that needs my help.â
Jungkook presses himself against your body. Maybe itâs 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 heâs 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 wasnât ethical, but it was good. Even if you werenât sure where it was going to lead to.Â
âThe whore you fell in love with.â you murmur, your own eyes hardening. âWhat does that say about you, Mr. Jeon.â
Jungkookâs throats make a noise. Heâs less angered now, finding the way youâre looking at him far too appealing. His grip in your hair softens.Â
âDo you still love me?â you ask rather boldly. Itâs 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. âAfter all these years, Mr. Jeon?â your voice softens, teasing him further. âI bet after I broke your pathetic little heart, you tried to find me in every woman youâve been with since then, huh?â
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 youâre still so beautiful. So alluring that he bucks his hips into you further.
âAnd none of them satisfied that itch that you obviously still have for me.â
Your hand reaches up to touch his hand thatâs still in your hair. Jungkookâs throat makes another noise, a whimper that notifies not only him, but you, that you were far too correct.Â
âAdmit youâre jealous.â
Jungkook furrows a brow, asking a silent question.
âOf Ren.â you murmur, slowly removing Jungkookâs tattooed hand from your head. Your thumb caresses the top of said hand, eyes watching Jungkook.Â
âI can never be jealous of someone who couldnât take you from me.â Jungkook speaks coolly. âIâm pathetic but not incompetent. Youâre right where you want to be. Where I want you to be.â
Itâs 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.Â
âHow can you be so certain this is where I want to be?â you raise an eyebrow. âI could just be using you until I get bored.â
You arenât expecting a low smirk to form onto Jungkookâs rosy lips. Sure, you arenât too serious - it was just playful banter. But still, you wanted the man to gravel at your feet, not match your pettiness.
âYouâre good for that, arenât you?â Jungkook murmurs. âYou want to hear me say that Iâm jealous of another man to stroke your own ego, huh?â
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.
âYou arenât leaving me.âÂ
Unblinking are Jungkookâs eyes as he speaks; straight to the point. He doesnât 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 Jungkookâs âyou arenât leaving meâ as if it's something you couldnât afford to do. No, it wasnât that at all. What Jungkook truly means is he wasnât 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.
âYou canât stop me.â
And of course you spoke. You couldnât help yourself. The smug look on Jungkookâs (handsome) face was enough for you to want to prove him wrong.
âIf I wanted to leave, I could.â you continue. âJust be happy I havenât yet.â
âBut you arenât going to.â Jungkook says, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck.Â
Your lips part, a soft breath passing through as Jungkookâs palm cups your neck, fingers digging ever so gently into it.
âDid you think I was joking with you when I said that youâll do as I say?â
With a free hand, Jungkook grasps your waist to bring you closer to him. His grip on your neck tightens.Â
âBefore, I gave you a bit of a choice.â Jungkook murmurs, bringing himself closer to you. His nose grazes yours softly. âNow, however, Iâm not.â
Jungkookâs 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, itâs your own will that pushes the man away - even if he didnât go far. A slap sounds throughout the office so loud and sudden that it stuns even you.
Jungkookâs stinging cheek doesnât upset him - no, the opposite. Heâs even more excited by your action that he almost asks you to do it again.
âYou talk as if I belong to you.â your eyes squint at the man.
âYou do.â Jungkook responds without a second passing. âIâll be damned if someone else gets to fuck this sweet pussy of yours.â
Jungkookâs 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.
âYouâre just a stubborn bitch is all, Y/N. You always have been.â Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. âBut Iâm not a little boy whoâs afraid of a challenge. You like to be chased,â he shrugs his shoulders, so nonchalant and cool. âso Iâll let you run.â
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 heâs never truly had before and that thought both frightens and excites you.
âIâve had a long day so far.â
Jungkookâs fingers rub against your clothed pussy until the fabric grows damp with arousal.
âMeetings after meetings,â Jungkook licks his lips before continuing. âand at the end of it all, I come to you for relaxation. But all youâve given me was attitude.â
âWe arenât going to rewrite history.â you murmur, because itâs the only way you could say it without your voice cracking. âYou started with me.â
âI did.â Jungkookâs lip twitches upwards, attempting to avoid the smirk that would surely send you into a rage. âWhat do you want me to say, Y/N? That I was jealous?â he questions, adding more pressure to his rubs, his gaze hardening on your face for any ounce of expression. âYou talking to Ren, no matter how much of a downgrade he is from me-â
You roll your eyes. Not completely out of pure annoyance from Jungkookâs audacity, but also because your pussy was growing wetter with each passing moment.Â
â-reminds me of when youâd do the same all those years ago. Toy with me just to go back to living your life.â
âYou want me to apologize, Kookie?â your voice is so breathy; so full of need. Your eyes flutter a bit. âThat youâre so insecure that even someone you deemed lesser than you has the possibility of stealing me away.â
Jungkook chuckles. He knows that youâre 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.
âYou have the sweetest pussy, you know?â Jungkook continues to slide his invasive fingers until he finds your entrance. âShe always gets nice and wet for me, too.â
Youâre hoisted right against your desk, Jungkook pushing himself right between your thighs so you donât have the chance to close them. He begins to pump inside of you as your gummy walls squeeze around him so sweetly.
âCat got your tongue?â Jungkook leans closer. âWhere did all that mouth go, baby? You know I like when you talk shit to me.â
Jungkookâs 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 wouldnât listen.
âOh, I forgot.â Jungkook snorts. âYou know when to shut the fuck up when Iâm inside you, right?â
Your pussy squelches so loud, as if responding for him before you had the chance to. Itâs what he truly loves about you, amongst other things.
You cum hard around Jungkookâs fingers that youâre a trembling mess, but even then he replaces them with something bigger. He doesnât hold back, either, as he plunges his cock deep inside of you. He does it so needily, as if proving an unspoken point.Â
The desk creaks beneath you, but itâs just added noise along with the grunts, moans, whimpers and slapping skin.Â
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 heâs 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 heâs sinking deeper and deeper into you entirely, the world around him blurring until all he could focus on is you.
â-donât stop~â you whimper against Jungkookâs lips.
âIâm not.â Jungkook grunts. âI waited all day to cum inside of you.â
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.
âYou take me so well, baby.â groans Jungkook, your hardened nipple right against his palm. âIf only you could see the way you look right now.â
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.
âYouâre so handsome, Kookie~â you moan, the pits of your stomach churning. âTo think youâve gone from the pathetic little boy whoâd hump my leg if I asked, to a man.â
Jungkookâs 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. âYeah?â he snorts. âIâm not that same boy.â
âYou are.â your body squirms, his cock drilling deeper and deeper that youâre surprised you can even form words still. âStill so pathetic.â
Jungkookâs tip hits right at your cervix, so hot and merciless. Your squelching pussy enjoys every assaulting second of it.Â
âAnd yet here you are,â Jungkook barks back. âallowing me to use your pussy to my liking. Youâre just as pathetic as me, baby.â
âI never said I wasnât.â 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 âIâm cumming!â
âI know you are, baby. Let it go.â Jungkook chuckles, ramming his cock in you; deep, filthy and sloppy.Â
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 heâd 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 didnât disgust Jungkook entirely until he saw the man and you made your way up the elevator.
Again, Jungkook was territorial, and heâd be damned if he allowed you to demean and walk all over a man that wasnât him.Â
Your body shudders entirely, twitching underneath Jungkookâs 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 heâs had enough of you.
And after all youâve said to him, youâre sure he was claiming dominance over you.
âYou look so pretty like this, baby. Fucked out, whimperingâŠâ
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 couldnât get enough of.Â
âI still have another meeting to get to,â 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. âbut tonight I want you in my bed.â
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.
âSlow d-down!â you stutter, but the way your pussy squeezes him tells Jungkook that you love the way heâs touching you. âItâs too much.â
âYou can handle it.â Jungkook chuckles. âIt feels better when we cum together, baby, and youâve already came twice.â
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 youâve always been.Â
Him, Jungkook thinks. He finds that he often dwells in the past and thinks of the âwhat ifâsâ. What if he hadnât 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 âwhat ifâsâ 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.
â-too much!â you squeal, your squelching pussy growing louder and louder. There isnât any use in closing your legs as Jungkook isnât allowing it - not until youâre cumming all over him again. The pleasure is intense and painful, your body trembling right on top of the desk pathetically.
âI know you can handle it, baby.â Jungkook grumbles, his eyes dancing between your creamy pussy to your face. âWhereâs the slut with the bitchy attitude?â
Jungkook himself isnât going to last much longer.Â
Jungkook catches your eyes fluttering open, glossy and lustful, stare right at him.Â
âAh, theeeerrree she is.â Jungkook smirks. He adds pressure to your wet clit. â
âFu-uck you.â 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.
âFuck~â Jungkook hisses, shooting hot, sticky cum right inside of you.Â
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.
âI-â
Jungkook is cut off. The elevator began to sound and that only meant one thing. âWhat the fuck?â he hisses, annoyed. He removes himself from you. âWhy did Lei let someone up without informing me first?â
Jungkook pulls his pants up and tightens his belt. âMaybe itâs Lei herself.â he murmurs to himself. His eyes look down at you and whistles. âGet dressed, baby. Donât want her to see how good Iâve fucked you, right?â
The elevator continues to ding, indicating that itâs 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. âI fucking hate you sometimes.â you hiss at Jungkook.
âYeah, I bet you do.â Jungkook retorts.Â
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.Â
âIâm serious. I donât want Lei to think-â
âThat youâre fucking me?â Jungkook interrupts. âFucking your boss?â
Jungkook rounds the corner and sits back at his desk. He sends a sly smirk your way.
âMaybe I should fuck you in front of everyone-â
âJungkook-â
The elevator sounds before the doors open. You straighten your shoulders, waiting for Lei to walk through.
Only Lei doesnât walk through.
Your eyes widen and your body runs cold.
âTae?â you murmur at the sight of your son. His eyes glance around the office. He appears much like you did when you first arrived. âWhatâŠw-what are you doing here?â
Jungkookâs eyebrows knit. His mind racks in his mind. TaeâŠ
Ji-tae.
Jungkookâs eyes watch as the younger boy steps into the office. Itâs eerily silent on your end.
âMa,â Ji-tae responds. âgrandmother told me you worked here.â
Ma, Jungkook thinks. The words ring through his ears over and over again. His eyes drag towards you. Youâre entirely stiff, your eyes wide and from here he notes, a bit glossy.
âWhy arenât you in school?â you swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath. âH-How did you even get-â
âGot out early.â Ji-tae responds. His eyes glance to Jungkook to find the older man is already staring at him. âIâve passed all my finals and didnât need to be there.â
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. Heâs done the calculation in his head, and even if he hadnât, Ji-tae looked far too much like him for the man to not put it together.
Ji-taeâs eyes scans your appearance. His eyes squint just a bit.Â
âLet me take you home.â your knees feel weak when you walk towards your desk and grab your bag.Â
âYou didnât tell me you had a son.â
Jungkook rises from his seat. Ji-taeâs eyes glanced at him once more.Â
âIâm going to take him home.â you donât look Jungkookâs way. You needed to get out of this situation immediately. âI-Iâll be-â
âAm I interrupting?â
Jungkook furrows his brows at the younger boy. He wasnât talking to you, but to him.Â
âOf course not.â your heels click against the ground as you make your way towards Ji-tae.Â
âYou must be smart to pass all of your finals so early on.â
Your trembling hand wraps around your son's wrist.Â
Jungkook thinks itâs like staring into a mirror when he looks at Ji-tae, the younger boy's glaring eyes staring right back at him.
âYeah.â is all Ji-tae says as you tug him towards the elevator. You press the button and nearly shove your son inside with you.Â
âY/Nâ Jungkook calls just as you press the button to the lobby. âweâll talk another time.â
Jungkook watches the way your eyes meet his as the elevator doors closes.
trivia-yandere: okay⊠đïž 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 đ€Ș
I will read anything that you put out. Would you be still interested doing the head cannon line you did last time?
i mean fuck if??!!
âyou just werenât man enoughâ, with ex boyfriend jungkook!
warnings: alcohol intake, dirty talk, semi-hate fucking, unprotected sex, fingering, face slapping, ass slapping, mirror sex??, fuck it dirty bathroom sex with your ex!!
ex boyfriend jungkook, who you shouldâve expected to see here at this get together. you and he shared the same friends, regardless if you and he werenât together anymore.
ex boyfriend jungkook, who just had to arrive in the way he did, the roaring of the motorcycle sounding so loudly that you heard him right down the street, and when he arrived, you couldnât help but roll your eyes at the dramatic sight of him.
ex boyfriend jungkook, who only gives you a glance before he makes his way inside the home, greeting everyone with a smile on his lips, boba-like eyes sparkling.
ex boyfriend jungkook, the man who noticed the way your hips sway when you walk past him, your skirt entirely too short for you to not want him to look. your shirt is mesh, your bra black and cupping your breast nicely.
ex boyfriend jungkook, who has to look away from you when he realizes that heâs been staring far too hard and long that his eyes begin to burn, the moisture in his eyes beginning to dehydrate if he didnât blink soon.
ex boyfriend jungkook, who decided that you and he werenât together anymore and thus things didnât need to be awkward. thus, he joins in on the festivities, even if you and he donât 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 whoâs been glaring daggers at him the entire time - he wasnât 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. âthaaaank you both for coming!â he sing-songs, not caring if the tension between the two of you were present. âyou two look so good! did you dress to impress one another?â
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. âas if iâd ever do anything to impress that man.â even if you yourself had intentionally worn the shortest skirt you owned with the same lacy panties that jungkook bought you, even if you werenât going to directly show him.
ex boyfriend jungkook, who snaps back, âitâll take more than a slutty skirt to impress me, either way.â even if it was a complete lie because heâs having a hard time not to look down at you right now - but he has a point to prove. âbesides, that bitch of a friend mustâve dressed her. sheâs never dressed like that before.â
ex boyfriend jungkook, hears jimin giggle in the middle of you two, his head thrown back at the obvious conversation heâs instigated between the two of you that isnât so obvious to you or jungkook. âso you admit she looks good?â he asks.
ex boyfriend jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes, because now heâll 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. âwhat i meant was,â he glances at you. âitâs obvious she wants someoneâs attention.â
ex boyfriend jungkook scoffs when you laugh, but your eyes remain hard. ânot you.â you spat out. âtypical for you to think that, though. you were always insecure about other men looking at me.â
ex boyfriend jungkookâs 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 youâre more upset that you continue to talk - âthatâs why we ended things, right?â
ex boyfriend jungkook, who focuses so hard on you that he doesnât 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. âyeah, because it was easier than you to just stop being stubborn.â he hisses. âso now look at you. single just like that friend you listen to.â
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 whoâs left dumbfounded when you do respond to him - âand look at you. still insecure like i knew you would be.â you donât mean it, but one thing you and jungkook were when heated like this was toxic. you both said things you didnât mean. âyou just werenât man enough for me, kookie.â
ex boyfriend jungkook watches the way you turn away and walk in the crowd. heâs 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 youâre forced to look at a seething jungkook - thereâs a sudden throbbing between your legs at the dark look in his eyes. âsay it again.â
ex boyfriend jungkook, doesnât care about the attention heâs drawing in the crowded people. itâs (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. âsay it again,â he repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper that you hear clear as day. âdonât act shy now.â
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 itâs way between your legs. ânot man enough?â he breaths, his fingers finding the lacy fabric of your now damp panties. âyou get this wet for someone who isnât man enough?â
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, jiminâs doing. he brings his fingers to his lips and plop them right into his mouth, the lewd act you witness having your knees buckle. âjust how i remembered.â
ex boyfriend jungkook, who plunges his fingers deep inside of you, holding you right in place against the door so you donât 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 wasnât enough.
ex boyfriend jungkook says, âyour pussy missed being played with, huh?â 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 âfuck youâ followed by a push of his chest. âyeah, youâd like me to, huh?â he hisses, his fingers plunging deeper that his palms slams against your clit for added pleasure. âyou always liked to be fucked so disrespectfully.â
ex boyfriend jungkook slaps you - itâs 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 âi faked it to boost that pathetic ego of yours.â 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 werenât anything but lies. âfaked it, huh?â jungkook forces your thighs apart, his hand tugging down your panties fully that he realizes it's the same pair heâs gifted you. âwore these for me, baby?â
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. âof course not.â you lie easily. âi wore it for a man that could actually handle me.â
you say it because you know itâs what would rile up ex boyfriend jungkook and just as you expected, thereâs a rough smack against your ass, then, you feel him. youâre so tight, jungkook thinks, his eyes fluttering as he enters your sweet pussy raw.
ex boyfriend jungkook whoâs 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 wasnât man enough. âi missed the way this pussy felt around me,â he groans, eyes fixed on the way your ass bounces against him. âif only you could see how wet she is, baby. you still faking it?â
ex boyfriend jungkook slaps your ass again when you stutter out a âf-fuck y-you!â 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 thereâs nothing sturdy enough to do so. itâs as if jungkook knows, however, and his hand reaches for yours. âI got you, babyâ 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 youâd would. âmore~â 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. youâre the wettest youâve ever been in months and he feels every bit of pleasured arousal. âfeel so good, baby~â he whimpers against your neck. âdid you miss me?â
ex boyfriend jungkook that doesnât meant to ask you that. he doesnât 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. âyeah,â he hears you breath out, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter. âyeah i-iâŠmissed you.â
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 âcallâ before deciding against it?
ex boyfriend jungkook who says âme, too.â when you exclaim that youâre cumming. but he doesnât want it to end. he doesnât want for things to back how they were - subtly awkward glances and heated exchanges. âcome with me tonight,â
youâre 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 doesnât want to you didnât want him to. warm cum spills all over your inner thigh, his body collapsing on top of yours as you and him pant.
itâs 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 isnât jungkook who breaks the silence first. youâd pull your panties up after cleaning yourself off, glancing jungkookâs way. âi didnât mean it.â you murmur, voice low. âi was just upset.â
ex boyfriend jungkook clears his throat. âi know,â he responds. âi was, too.â
this is exactly what ex boyfriend jungkook wanted to prevent. the awkwardness that came after such a high. his heart jolts, his throat tightening. âi miss you.â he admits again. âyou donât have to say it back.â he quickly interjects. âi justâŠwant you to know.â
you donât say it back, even if ex boyfriend jungkook wants to hear you say it again. instead you run a hand through your hair. âthanks for telling me.â
ex boyfriend jungkook who nods his head softly.
you exhale. âcan i go with you tonight?â you ask ex boyfriend jungkook, your eyes lingering on his, a pleading look - though you didnât need it. the answer is always âYesâ as Jungkook says
Mother pls give us a âfuck itâ or something I WILL TAKE WHATEVER đđ
fuck it, a look into ânerviosaâ with college senior jungkook & college freshman mc!!
You smell so good~â he chuckles, his lips stretching into a smile, showcasing a row of pearly white teeth. âWhatâs wrong?â
Your body is radiating heat you arenât sure is possible. You feel his hand lift your chin upwards, his head tilted just a bit. He studies you, eyes taking in each outline of your face - the curve of your lips, the arch in your eyebrows.
âW-What do you mean?â you swallow.
âYou look nervous.â he murmurs. Itâs surprising you could hear him at all in here, but you blocked out the surrounding people like background noise. âLike youâve never been this close to a man.â
âŠ
âI forgot that youâre youngâŠyou probably shouldnât be here now.â
âIâm not that young.â you protest, swallowing. âI know what Iâm doing.â
âYeah?â he hums.
âYeah.â you respond, and without thinking you limit the distance between you and him.
Your glossy lips press against his own and immediately, he groans into it as if heâs been waiting for this moment. In a way, he has. You were the prey laid upon him on a silver platter while he was the predator waiting to pounce on you.
Your hand reaches out for his shirt. Your fingers dig into the fabric and bring him closer to you. He doesnât hesitate. His hand cups your neck fully to keep you right in place as his tongue greedily forces its way into your mouth -
đïž đ đïž ok so what are we thinking so far??? like ofc i left a lot out, cant spoil too much now bestie(s)
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fuck it, a look into one of âwhen did you get hot?â jungkookâs memory with mc
In Jungkookâs eyes, as a young teenager going through far too many hormones and emotions, you could do no wrong. It didnât 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, youâd tease him right here.
Still, your friends didnât know and Jungkook was positive theyâd never know. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such.
âYou are such a cutie without your glasses.â youâd 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. âI bet all the girls tell you that.â
Youâre teasing him, you always do. âI donât talk to other girls.â heâd say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that youâd never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only.
âHow come?â you asked, feigning ignorance. âDonât tell me you actually like me?â 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. âYouâre like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.â
Jungkook swallowed, adamâs 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.
âI was right.â 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. âYou can be so pathetic at times, you know?â
Softly, Jungkook nods. âI know.â 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 doesnât know what youâre thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didnât 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. Youâre 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.
âThatâs okay, Kookie,â 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 âI always wanted a dog.â
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 heâs positive youâre toying with him, but he wouldnât have it any other way.
When you pull away, Jungkook inhales and nearly chokes when the gum threatens to go down his throat.
jungkook works overtime to assure that things go back to normal - all from behind the scenes.
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warning: police brutality??, namjoon putting belt to ass, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, vomiting, kissing, nipple sucking, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, age different/milf reader, overstimulation,
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Kim Namjoon swore he could write a tell-all book about his time working with the Jeon family. Itâd be a best seller, he thinks, making him the top author. Then, heâd write a sequel detailing the odd jobs heâd do for the children - like that time he had to scrap indecent pictures of Jeon Nari from the internet that only a select few have witnessed, but otherwise have no evidence of. Or when Jeon In-su had called him when he was driving under the influence and wrecked his car entirely.
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.
âLicense and registration.â Namjoon says to Lee Dae who appears that heâs had a rough morning thus far. His face is flushed and he notices a few scratches along his forehead and temples.
âIs there a reason why I was pulled over, officer?â Lee Dae attempts to sound as polite and professional as he could, but itâs evident something is bothering him. He hands over exactly what Namjoon asks of him. âI wasnât speeding, was I?â
Namjoon doesnât answer and instead eyes the license for a moment. He had no use for this, but he had to keep Lee Dae talking.
âEverything alright, sir?â Namjoon questions, glancing his way. âIt appears you got into one hell of a tussle.â
Lee Dae inhales through his nose. âNot exactly.â he states, ignoring the question. âMay I ask again what was the reason for me being pulled over.â
Namjoon sighs. âWell,â he begins, hanging Dae back his license and registration. âwe got a call about a domestic dispute.â
For a moment, Dae is confused. Then, it dawns on him, realization settling through. He scoffs, his eyes widening. âThat bitch called the police on me?!â he spats, venom laced in his tone entirely. Namjoon almost wanted to laugh, but he was on the clock. âAfter she attacked me?!â
âSir, do you mind stepping out of the vehicle?â
Dae is taken back. âWhy?â he asks. âAm I being arrested for being attacked?â
âSir,â Namjoonâs tone deepens. âStep out of the vehicle.â
Dae doesnât. 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.
âIâm not doing a damn thing.â
Namjoon could laugh right now. His eyes scan the quiet area. Itâs too early for anyone to be out; the birds werenât even chirping yet.
Without warning, a fist slams right between Daeâs 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.
âIâm requesting backup.â Dae hears Namjoon say from behind him, but his head is ringing so loud. Thereâs pressure on his back. âThe suspect is resisting arrest and attempting to flee the scene.â
âWhat the fuck?!â Dae hisses, attempting to fight Namjoon off of him, but itâs no use. âYou just fucking assaulted me!â
Thereâs cold metal clasping around Daeâs wrist, his cheek pressed firmly against the ground.
âWhatever that bitch said I did to her, sheâs lying!â he hisses, rage overtaking him. âDo you know who I am? Iâll have your job by the end of the day.â
Namjoon yanks Dae up by his shoulders, forcing him to stand before slamming him against his own car. Behind him, he begins to chuckle.
âThe suspect is belligerent and matches the description from the reported domestic dispute.â Namjoon radios in before turning his attention back to Lee Dae. âI have no idea who you are, though Iâm sure you know what family I work for. Jeon Jungkook has told me to make sure your time with me is one you wonât forget.â
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 theyâd 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. Heâs grown accustomed to not having one. His mother rarely dated, and if she had at all, she never brought such men home with her. Itâs one of the many reasons why he hadnât 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.
Itâs 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 âBREAKING NEWSâ. Dash doesnât typically watch the news, especially at the gym, but itâs 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. Heâs 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 âbreaking newsâ.
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. Itâs hard to hear in the gym where the music is louder than anything, but he manages to read the subtitles as the reporter speaks.
âA sudden turn of events has transpired early this morning,â the reporter says, her eyes looking right into the camera, behind her an array of flashing red and blue lights. âauthorities confirmed to me that Lee Dae, eldest son of one of the city's well-known Lee family, has been arrested with domestic battery.â
âNo fucking wayâŠâ Dash murmurs to himself, his eyes unblinking. He scans the scenery in the background, his breathing slowly at the familiar houses.
âSources 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.â
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. Heâs tall, broad shoulders and serious eyes.
âOfficer-â
âDetective.â the man says and as he speaks, his cheeks suck in. âDetective Kim Namjoon.â
âDetective,â the reporter corrects. âcan you give any information on what has transpired here today?â
Detective Kim looks right at the camera. âWeâve 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 weâre still currently gathering information.â
âThank you Detective Kim.â the reporter turns back to the camera. âAn anonymous source has given us information about Lee Daeâs 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. Weâll have more information-â
Dash doesnât 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 doesnât feel right to him. His palms are sweaty as he enters his car and heâs speeding out the parking lot in less than a minute later.
Youâre 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 youâve 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.
Youâre drying your hair when you hear a bang from outside your room. For a moment, you believe itâs Dad coming back with vengeance - and you were prepared to attack him yet again if it meant you could release even more anger. Instead, itâs Dash when you hear his frantic voice calling for you.
âDash?â you call back, swinging your bedroom door open to see your son just down the hall. Heâs sweaty, you note, and in his usual gym attire. âWhatâs wrong? You look terrified-â
âAre you okay?â Dashâs eyes scan your face then your body for any visible wounds. âThe news said you were attacked.â
âThe news?â your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. âWhat do you mean? Iâve been here the entire time.â
Dash takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at his mother. Heâs been avoiding you for too long. He didnât want to have that uncomfortable conversation.
âI saw him on the news.â Dash speaks and finally, he feels his heart go back to a normal pace. âThey said he got into a domestic dispute with his supposed mother of his child.â
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.
âI have no idea whatâs going on.â you turn your eyes down the hallway to where the front door is wide open. âAre you hungry?â
Dash remains quiet. His eyes scans you over once more, concluding that youâre 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.
âPlease stay.â you murmur, your voice low and defeated. âJust long enough for me to make you something to eat. We donât even have to talk.â
âWe should talk.â Dash quips. âAbout everything.â
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 doesnât speak and youâre positive that heâs collecting his own thoughts just as you are.
Dash is positive that youâre 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.
âI know you hate me.â
âI donât hate you.â Dash murmurs, forcing a large portion of the pancake in his mouth.
You take a deep breath.
âI donât want you to hate Jungkook either.â
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.
âItâs my fault-â
âYouâre both adults.â Dash interrupts. âIt isnât more his fault than it is yours, right? You fucked my friend and my friend fucked you back.â
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 âreadyâ enough to further the relationship.
âAre you still-â
âNo!â you hiss, eyes wide. You shake your head. âJungkook and I-â
Dash raises a brow.
You sigh. You run a hand over your forehead. âI shouldnât have done anything with him. You and himâŠâ
Dash waits for you to continue - were you finding the right words? Did you truly feel terrible as you looked saying it? He isnât 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 hasnât 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. âHave you talked to him?â
You sigh. âTo Jungkook?â
âNo,â Dash snickers. âto the other motherfucker who you fucked and allowed to ruin your life.â
âDonât talk like that.â 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. âI have. This morning actually.â you sigh. âI may have thrown scorching hot coffee into his face.â
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.
âIâm not sure how the news knows this but-â
âHeâs apparently a prominent figure.â says Dash sarcastically. âWhen I saw him, he was fucked up. Like, really. He was arrested."
Your eyebrows knit together. âReally?â
Instantly, your mind flashes to Jungkook. Thereâs no way that he and Dae had an altercation together - youâre positive. That would do more harm than good, but damn did it get you going just thinking about the younger man beating that prickâs ass.
âHe filed for bankruptcy officially yesterday.â Dash snickers. His pancakes are nearly done and knowing him, he would just go in the fridge and look for something else to eat.
âI know.â you groan. âWeâre going to have to start packing soon.â
âWhat?â Dashâs eyes flicker to yours. âWhat do you mean?â
âThatâs why that good for nothing asshole was here this morning.â you shrug a shoulder. âApparentlyâŠheâs selling the house.â you let out another sigh.
Dashâs face falls a bit, his eyes glancing around the kitchen. âHe canât do thatâŠweâŠyou live here. His parents-â
âCut him off.â
Even with bad news, youâre giddy enough to know that Dae will still have a terrible life without his parents money.
âYou still have your inheritance, though! They wouldnât allow him to touch it.â you offer a soft smile. âYouâre almost done with college and I have enough money saved up-â
âI donât want that inheritance.â Dash scoffs.
You understand why, but you ask either way. âWhy? You can have a jump start into your career. You canâŠbuy a home for yourself. Or save it-â
âAll 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?â
Dash crosses his arms and sits back into the island stool. Heâs been with Sumi - not officially - for months. Heâs grown close enough with her to hear the stories of what happens in these rich families and he wanted no parts in them.
âThen,â Dash shakes his head. âI got a call from my supposed grandfather to tell me that I could possibly inherit his company. I didnât ask for this.â
âWait, what?â
Daeâs 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.
âImagine that.â
You tilt your head, eyes peering at your son as he speaks.
âThe illegitimate child possibly inherits everything. I know that would crush him.â Dash cracks a smirk. âIâd just burn it to the ground. Watch decades of hard work crumble.â
âYou sound so evil.â you say, amused. âThe son I raised wouldnât do that. Thatâs something Dae,â you say his name as if itâs venom. âwould do. Heâs too stupid to run a company.â
Raising your son, you rarely spoke ill of his father. Now that heâs a man, you couldnât do anything but that.
âBut if you donât want to, you donât have to. Itâs your life.â you grab the sticky plate from the island and toss it into the sink. You turn on the water. âBut that inheritance is yours. Do whatever you want with it.â
The silence you and him are left in as you wash the dishes is a comfortable one, at least for you. You donât want to force him into more conversations that would have him pushing you away again.
Youâre scrubbing the sink when Dash does speak up again, this time asking a question you werenât sure you knew the answer to.
âDo you love him?â
That obviously wasnât 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.
âDashâŠâ
âYes or no.â says Dash. âDo you love him? Or was it just sex?â
You watch Dash watch you.
The kitchen is entirely still, silent. You donât 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. Heâd 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.
âThat tells me everything I need to know.â
The stool scratches against the floor as Dash gets up. Your heart jolts and you reach out for him. âWait-â
âI have to get back to the dorm and shower. Sumi and I-â Dash stops speaking. Heâs forgotten he hasnât talked to you about Sumi, or about anything in his life recently.
â-have plans.â
Sumi, you think. That mustâve been the girl he was with that night. Immediately, that familiar humiliation comes through you.
âIâve,â you chuckle bitterly, your hand slowly falling. âIâve missed youâŠis all.â
Offering a strained smile, Dash nods . âMe, too.â
âRuining people's lives is suuuuch hard work.âÂ
Sumiâs 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 hadnât thought that heâd 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 isnât sure he could blame him.
However, you still refused to see him. He was one step ahead, though, as you werenât completely ignoring him. You answered his texts and sometimes, his calls.
âTell me about it.â Jungkook sighs. Heâs laying against his pillows in his dorm room. âHaving to be the mastermind to get the woman you love back is tiresome.â
Sumi snorts. âYou have such mommy issues, I swear.â
âDonât we all?â Jungkook retorts. âBesides, Iâm just doing what you suggested.â
Itâs 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 Sumiâs 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.Â
In all wealthy families there were those who were attempting to get into the good graces of the patriarch - that would be Lee Daeâs 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.Â
Lee Daniel, just a year older than Dash, was already out. Wealthy families hated scandal - and he was the first in Sumiâs 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 Daeâs sister - had bribed the elite university to take in Daniel. Of course, itâs 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. âI canât believe youâre adding me to your schemes.â 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 Jiminâs car âspiraledâ 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 wasnât the detectives first time altering a breathalyzer.Â
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.Â
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:
âLee Nara may be young, but sheâs old enough to know right from wrong. Let this be a cautionary tale, donât get behind the wheel if youâve 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.â
âDo you think what weâre doing is wrong?â Jungkook asks, blinking back into reality.
Sumi hums from the other end as if thinking of his question. âDo you feel bad?â she asks him.
Jungkook thinks about it for a moment - then another.
No.
Maybe that was Jungkookâs 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 wasnât competing - Dash. Compared to his cousins, Dash was perfect. He got into college because he worked for it and didnât 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.Â
âBesides,â Sumiâs voice is cheery. âisnât this what you wanted? Dash has no competition now, not like he ever had. Daniel is a dumbass jock, Naraâs reputation is dwindling.â
âYeah.â Jungkook hums. âIt is what I wanted. I gotta go.â
Jungkook doesnât wait for Sumiâs response before he hangs up. Instantly, his mind drifts to you, so you are who he calls.Â
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. âMommy!â
âKookieâŠâ your tone is lecturing. ââŠwhat did I say?â
âTo jump in front of a car.â Jungkook deadpans.
âWhat? No!â youâre fully into the camera now. âYouâre so dramatic.â
âWell I'd rather do that than go a day without seeing you.â Jungook sits up on his bed. âDid you get the flowers Iâve sent you?â
Jungkook watches the way you get out of frame to return a few seconds later, holding the bouquet heâs 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 thereâs a glint in your eyes that Jungkook sees.
âI got them.â you say. âI appreciate them, Kookie. But you know-â
Jungkook interrupts you. âItâs been torture, mommy. Why donât we go out?â he suggests. He wants to change the subject. He doesnât want to hear you remind him what he already knows.
âAre you insane? Talking to you now is risky.â you sigh. âI thought I told you that we keep talking, it has to be-â
âStrictly platonic.â Jungkook pouts with a roll of his eyes. âI miss you, though.â
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. âI miss you, too.âÂ
At that, Jungkook smiles. His heart jolts in his chest like it always does. He doesnât blame you for being skeptical in meeting with him, but itâs 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.
âYou do?â
âOf course I do.â
Jungkook tilts his head. âI figured youâd found someone else by now,â he jokes. Heâd know if you did. He wasnât paying Namjoon extra to keep an eye out on you for nothing.Â
âAnd if I do?â you raise a brow, staring right at him through the phone.Â
âIf you do, it wonât be for long.â Jungkook responds instantly, cooly. âBut you donât have anyone.â
You snort. âAre you following me?â 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. âI just know.â he smiles a bit. âBesides, if you did have someone, youâll still be thinking of me.â
âYouâre always so cocky.â
Jungkook isnât wrong, and thatâs what upset you - with yourself, not him. The younger man is a plague on your mind that you cannot get rid of. It didnât 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.Â
Yet, when your mind wasnât plagued with Jungkook, it was about him, especially Dashâs question. âDo you love him?â
âMommy?â
You blink a few times, your vision returning clearer. You look at Jungkook to find that heâs already looking at you. However, heâs 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.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Jungkook questions.
It was your turn to get comfortable. You didnât 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 wasnât 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.
âYou.â you say, answering Jungkookâs question honestly. Â
âMe?â Jungkookâs eyes widened a bit, a tint dusting his cheeks. âWhat about me?â
You couldnât hold back the snort, your lips twitching upwards.Â
âIâm thinking about how cute you look right now.â You tease.
âCute?â Jungkook rolls his eyes. âStop flirting with me, mommy. Just tell me to come and Iâll bend you over-â
âJungkook!â Thereâs no malice in your voice and this time, you laugh. âYou have such a dirty mouth.â
âYou like how dirty my mouth is.â Jungkook retorts. âI miss using my mouth on you.â
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. âDo you really?â you murmur, eyes watching through the screen at Jungkook.
âYeah.â Jungkook nods his head. âI miss tasting youâŠâ
There it was, you think, your sanity screaming at you to not do this. Everytime youâve gone too far and went down a rabbit hole with Jeon Jungkook, it causes you to make terrible decisions.Â
In your silence, Jungkook continues. â...miss touching your soft skin. I miss trailing my tongue on every inch of you.â
âKookâŠâ
âI miss laying my head on your chest, too.â
Jungkookâs voice lowers into a hushed whisper, as if speaking lower in the empty room would hide what heâs saying. His tongue glides across his bottom lip.Â
â...miss the way your nipples feel against my palmâŠagainst my tongue.â
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 donât. 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 theyâre hardened and bruised.
âYou miss it, too, donât you?â Jungkook hums and from your view, you witness the way his legs widen just a bit. âI wish youâd stop being so stubborn, MommyâŠâ
Jungkookâs 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.Â
âInstead you insist on torturing meâŠâ Jungkook trails off.
âTorturing you how, Kookie?â
A shiver runs through Jungkookâs body. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a breath he wasnât even aware he was holding. Your sweet voice speaking his name just does something to him - and he feels it right at his core.Â
âYou know how, mommy.â Jungkook whimpers, fluttering his eyes open to look at you. His hand slides into his sweats without a care. âIâm so hard at just thinking about you.â
You swallow - hang up the phone, you tell yourself. âYou should be hard for girls your own age, Kookie.â
Jungkook snickers humorlessly. âGirls my age wonât treat me like you do.â he says, squeezing a hand around his clothed cock, his boxer briefs painfully tight. âThe way you make me cum, mommy, no one has done that before.â
Hangup, you tell yourself, the familiar heart beat growing between your legs.
âWhy do you think I can never get enough of you?â Jungkook sighs and from the camera angle, you see the way his hand jerks inside his sweatpants.
âAre you touching yourself?â you ask - damn you, you think. You couldnât stop watching him and his own pathetic words arenât helping, either.Â
âI have to because you hate me.â Jungkook whimpers. This time, he pushes the sweatpants from his waist. Heâs sporting navy blue briefs that he proceeds to push down, as well, his cock springing forward.
Your lips part just a bit.Â
âI donât hate you, KookieâŠâ 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. â...I miss you just as much.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â you nod your head. âYou were such a good boy for me, KooâŠI miss feeling your cock in me. I think about it all the time.â
Jungkookâs heart jolts, his cock twitching in his palm. Instantly, he squeezes it, stroking it as his eyes watch you through the screen closely. âFuck, mommy.â he gasps. âI can still be good for you! Please-â
âHow would you be good for me?â you couldnât help but ask. You and Jungkook were already too deep - and sure, you could end it now, but you wouldnât.
âYou know how, mommy. Have you forgotten how good you felt when Iâd fuck you?â 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. â-fuck you so deep just how you like it, too.â
Watching Jungkook pleasure himself is hotter than youâd thought itâd 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.Â
âI wish you were here right now, mommy.â Jungkook then whimpers, a total switch up to his once overly-cocky attitude that youâre positive would be back just as quick as it left. âNo, I wish I was there! I know youâre wet right about now. Youâre always so wet for me, mommy.â
âI am wet.â you admit, voice lowering to a whisper. âI wish you were here with me, too, Kookie. I miss feeling your cock in me.â
Jungkook pumps his cock harder, round eyes widening at you. Youâre teasing him, he thinks, the way youâre breast are right in the camera, but not fully exposed just because he knows you want to torture him.
âL-Let me see you, mommy.â Jungkook pants. âPlease, I miss you. And listening to you right now is tortureâŠâ
Jungkook swallows the lump thatâs in his throat, uncaring at how pathetic he might sound. It was obvious what he was doing - you were literally watching him - but it wasnât a secret to you of all people how he felt for you.
âHmmâŠsee me?â you ask, tilting your head. âWhat do you wanna see?â
What didnât 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. âYourâŠbreast.â he swallows yet again, throat dry. âI wish I could feel them right nowâŠplease, mommy.â
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.Â
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.
âSo pretty,â 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. âI wish I could cum all over them again, mommyâŠâ
Jungkookâs eyes flutter shut as you watch, your bottom lip being caught between your teeth. Your legs clench tighter together, the sight youâd never thought would ever be hot to you, but here it was. He isnât 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. âGonna cum, mommy!â he grunts.Â
As of lately, nothing has gone Jungkookâs 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 wasnât his focus. What was his focus was simple - cumming to you.
âFuck,â
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.
âshould I have knocked?â Dash glances away.
Jungkook grabs his phone, now free of you. He lets out a sigh of relief -Â Dash hadnât seen you on the screen.
âYou didnât put anything on the door.â Dash murmurs, going towards his own bed. He drops his bag onto the bed and opens it.
âYouâŠyouâve been avoiding me.âÂ
Jungkookâs voice is small. He pulls his sweats up underneath the covers. It was Dashâs 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 doesnât 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 heâs 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 heâd be damned to give her more satisfaction.
âDash,â
Dash stops what heâs 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.Â
This, however, wasnât what he was expecting. Dash, of course, isnât a fighter unless provoked. But he gives Jungkook nothing but a simple stare, waiting for him to speak.
Swallowing, Jungkook stands. âI,â
Dash waits for Jungkook to speak.Â
Jungkookâs hand clenched and unclenched several times.
âAre you nervous?â
Jungkook exhales. âYes.â he admits, his cheeks darkening. â...youâre my best friend.â he says quietly.
Jungkook doesnât see the way Dashâs eyes soften for a moment, or the way his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows.Â
âThingâs would be easier if you,â Jungkook shrugs. âI donât know, beat my ass.â Heâs only half joking - he doesnât want to get punched again by him, but it was something. âI thought about what I would say when I finally saw you again.â
âWhat did you come up with?â questions Dash, genuinely curious. He wasnât positive that Jungkook was at the dorm, but after his visit with you, he knew he couldnât avoid the man forever.
Witnessing him with his cock out wasnât how Dash wanted to see the man, however.
âNothing good enough to get you to stop hating me.â Jungkook snorts humorlessly. âIâm sorry.â
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 didnât have to see him.
Letting out a sigh, Dash repeats the words heâs said to his mother. âI donâtâŠhate you.â
Jungkook inhales. He doesnât want to speak at the risk of ruining the moment.
Dash sits on his bed, rolling the kink out in his neck.Â
âI thought about what Iâd do,â Dash begins. âabout youâŠif I wanted to continue to fight you at every given chance.â
Jungkook eyes the way Dash raises his eyes to look at him.
âOr if I wanted to just forget about it and move on with my life. To leave you and my mother behind.â
Jungkookâs eyes widened. âYou shouldnât do that to her.â heâs quick to interject. âSheâŠshe really loves you.â
âYouâd know.â Dash snickers.Â
Jungkook supposed he deserves the jabs.
âI thought she was hurt and I forgot about it all.â Dash crosses his arms. âI forgot the disdain I had for her. The betrayal.â
âIt wasnât supposed to happen this way.â Jungkook blurts out. âI-â
âWhat?â Dash scoffs. âYou were going to tell me over lunch that you were fucking my mom?â
Jungkook sighs. He falls onto his own bed, head hanging. âNoâŠâ he murmurs. â...I donât know how I was going to tell you. SheâŠâ
Prior to all of this, Jungkook didnât 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 motherâs sexual life.
â...she didnât want you to know.â Jungkook murmurs. âI donât even think she took me seriously. She told me all the time that we couldnât,â
Jungkook stops to take a deep breath. Dash hasnât stopped him yet, so he continues.
âbe together. It was me who kept pursuing her time and time again.â Jungkook runs a hand through his hair.Â
âSoâŠyouâre telling me that you have feelings for my mother?â Dash tilts his head, dark eyes staring intently at Jungkook. He wants to laugh at the circumstances. For years itâs just been him and his mom and now she had someone who loved her, but it was someone he brought into her life.
âYes.â Jungkook nods, now lifting his head to look at Dash. âI do.â
âHow long?â questions Dash hastily.Â
âH-How long what?â
âHow long have you loved her?âÂ
Jungkook exhales. âA few years,â he murmurs.
âYouâve been fucking my mom-â
âNo!â Jungkook shakes his head. âIt started a few months ago!â
Dash scoffs.
âI,â Jungkook feels like ripping his hair out. âshe was nice. She treated me kindly. She cooked for me just as she did for you and-â
âYou have mommy issues.â Dash blurt out, his eyebrows knitted together. âShe was just being motherly, Kook, seriously.â
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. âI know,â he mumbles. âmy cousin tells me all the time.â
Jungkook ponders if things would change if Dash knew just who his cousin was.
âUnfortunately.â sighs Jungkook. âSheâŠwasnât supposed to find out, either.â he murmurs, a warmth returning to his cheeks at just how embarrassing it all was witnessing Sumi that night with Dash.Â
âWhat was your plan?â
Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, an action he did often while nervous. âI donât know,â he admits. It wasnât a total lie. He had every intention of courting you, he thinks. Though, it wasnât supposed to all end up like this. Dash wasnât supposed to find out in such a way, you werenât supposed to cut him out. Now, everything had to be done differently and day by day, he was working overtime. âI wanted to tell you-â
âThat you were fucking my mom.â Dash deadpans.
âNo!â Jungkook hisses. âI mean, that I loved her! YouâŠI thought I had time. I thoughtâŠafter graduation-â
âThat youâd run in the sunset with my mother?â Dash snickers, this time the corner of his lips curves upwards by how hilarious that sounds. âYouâre a man in college just as I am. Sheâs out of your league.â
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. Itâs no secret that Dash isnât fond of his paternal family and how âsnobbishâ 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, heâd surely despise him even more.
âI know she is.â Jungkook murmurs a response. âBut I was working on it all. I was going to prove myself.â
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 wouldnât reveal until college was over.
âAnd then what?â Dash questions. âYou and her would tell me over dinner?â
âWell I havenât made it that far yet, Dash.â Jungkook retorts. âI was going to tell you as soon as-â
Dash raises his brows.
â-she agreed. SheâŠshe didnât take me seriously, either.â Jungkookâs 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.Â
Quietly, Dash roams his eyes away from Jungkook and towards the ground. Itâs obvious neither of them know what to say next. What heâs 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.Â
âYou remember what you told me?â Jungkook speaks first this time. âWhen your father came into town, that is.â
Dash shakes his head.Â
In a way, Jungkook knew he wouldnât. It isnât something that Dash said entirely too serious, but he had.
âDo you care for him?â
Dash snorts. âIs that actually a question youâre asking me?â he asks. Heâs 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. âJust making sure,â he murmurs. âYouâre already upset with me about getting involved with one parent.â
Dash tilts his head. âHow could you be involved with him?â
Sooner or later, Dash would know who he was, Jungkook thinks.
âWhat if I told you that Iâm the reason he was arrested?â Jungkook begins, slowly speaking each word as he examines Dashâs expression.Â
âGo on.â
So Jungkook does. He leaves a few details out, but heâs 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 didnât 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 shouldâve. âI was there that day.â Jungkook admits, swallowing a lump in his throat. âI saw your dad leave, hurling out insults after the next. SheâŠwouldnât let me in to talk to her.â
So what if Jungkook bent the truth in his favor?
âI saw the mess in the background, the look on her face.â Jungkook shrugs once more. âThen I remembered what you told me that day before we had dinner with them.â
Dash is intrigued, dare he say. He didnât 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.
âIf there was a way for her to get rid of him for good, sheâd take it.â Jungkook repeats those words Dash spoke, the same one that he took as bond. âThe public image of a wealthy family is everything, right? Lee Dae is not only a deadbeat father, but is a broke abuser.â
For a moment, Dash is quiet to process it all. His face is unreadable and Jungkook begins to think that maybe heâs spoken too soon.
Then Dash laughs. His head falls back and he releases it, his chest rising and falling. Jungkook hadnât 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.
âThis life is new to me.â
Jungkook watches as Dash lays down, his hands behind his head and eyes upwards the ceiling.
âHaving cousins and grandparents.â Dash continues. âMy grandmother keeps inviting me over for dinners. My grandfather said I could inherit his company. It doesnât seem real.â
Jungkook stands to his feet. âThatâs great, isnât it?!â
Dash shrugs.
âIt is.â Jungkook assures, far more excited than Dash was, but that was because he wasnât from this life. He and Sumi werenât doing things behind the scenes for nothing. âIt doesnât seem real because youâre different from them. You actually know what itâs like to work for the things you want. Iâve heard about yourâŠcousins.â
Dash snorts. âIâm sure everyone has.â
âThat means youâre,â Jungkook states. ânext in line. Big inheritance and a company-â
âThat I have no idea how to run.â Dash deadpans. âSeems like a never ending headache to me.â
âItâs not going to happen overnight.â Jungkook states. âYou have time, that is. But this isnât the point now.â
âAnd what is the point?â Dash asks, glancing at Jungkook.Â
Taking a deep breath, Jungkook responds. âTo beg for forgiveness.â
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.Â
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 arenât so sure. You were living backwards because while youâre 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 shouldâve come that night when Dash found you and Jungkook together, but of course it hadnât - 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 didnât mean what it actually did. However, the other 4 you took and promptly threw away couldnât 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.Â
Youâve gotten careless. Dash being out of the home caused you to live the life you didnât in your youth. Only, you werenât 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.Â
You havenât 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.Â
âIâm having dinner with them tonight.â Dash murmurs, shoving nearly half of the sandwich into his mouth.
You stop chewing. âHm?â
âMyâŠgrandparents?â Dash swallows. It doesnât sound less weird the more he says it aloud. âItâs a family dinner, apparently. They want me to,â he shrugs his shoulders. âgrow accustomed to the family.â
Slowly, you nod your head. âThatâs good.â It sounds more like a question than a statement. âYou call me if that asshole tries anything.â your mood shifts instantly once you remember that Lee Dae is indeed family. âWhat changed your mind?â
Dash takes another few bites of his sandwich before responding. âJungkook.â
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.Â
âHe apologized.â Dash continues. âOver and over again.â
Your stomach churns. Youâve managed to avoid Jungkook - how, you werenât sure yourself - since that time you fell into temptation. Phone sex with the very man you told yourself youâd stay away from - living backwards.
âAre you two friends again?â you couldnât help but ask. It weighs on you that you could have ruined something great for Dash and Jungkook.
Dashâs chewing slows a bit, contemplating the question. He tilts his head, voice a bit muffled. âDo you love him?â he questions.
Your stomach churns once more. âW-Why do you ask?â you shake your head. You havenât given him a direct response the last time he asked.Â
âHe told me he loves you.â Dash swallows, picking up the bottled water and downing the majority of it. âSaid he has for a while now.â
Your mouth salivates and you attempt to swallow the uncomfortable feeling in your throat.
âDash,â you exhale. You run a hand through your forehead. âitâs complicated.â
âTo know if you love someone or if it was just sexual?â Dash knits his brows together. âI know I didnât love Hana.â
Hana, you think.You remember the girl youâve seen for dinner and never again. Definitely not the girl youâve witnessed with him the night he found you with Jungkook.
âI know I like Sumi.â Dash continues. âIâm not sure if itâs love yet butâŠâ he trails off, humming to himself just a bit â...I know it could come to that. Sheâs also the one that encouraged me to accept my inheritance and eventually the company.â
You widen your eyes. âSuâŠmiâŠâ you say the name slowly. You want to ask questions as any mother would, but youâre unsure if itâs safe as of yet. Youâre unsure if you could even show your face to her without feeling like an utter embarrassment of a mother. âIâm happy you have her.â
And itâs words that you mean. Dash is young and he has a long life to live. Youâll be happy whatever path he goes down that leads him into a life of succession.Â
Dash hums, watching you for a bit. Youâre 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. âI want you to have someone, too.â
You look up from the box you were now taping up. Again, your stomach churns.Â
âYouâve been alone-â
âOh, wow.â you scrunch your brows together, only a bit offended. âIâm glad that you think Iâll be nothing but an old cat lady.â you joke.
Dashâs lips curl upwards. âYouâd have about 5 if I wasnât allergic.â 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. âWhat I mean isâŠâ Dash takes a deep breath. â...I want you to be happy, too.â
âI am happy.â you murmur, voice low. You push the box aside. âWhy do you think Iâm not?â
âYou put your life on hold to raise me alone. You didnât have many friends or partners that lasted.â
This time, your heart jolts along with your churning stomach.
âAndâŠI liked it when it was just the two of us at times. But,â Dash feels weird speaking so sentimentally with you. âI want you to have someone, too. Someone you love.â
Dash blinks his gaze to you. You notice the look on his face, one of uncertainty. Uncomfortableness.Â
âDash-â
âJungkook loves you.â Dash blurts out, his cheeks warm. He inhaled deeply, mentally counting for a few seconds before exhaling.Â
Oh, you think, and of course your stomach does more than churns. It rumbles loudly.
âI donât understand it-â
Oh, you think once more. You nearly forgot that though Jungkook had something for older women, that your son didnât. He thought women your age had to be nearing a nursing home.Â
â-but I can tell itâs more than something sexual. I started to think back to all the times when weâve all been together. The way Jungkook would act when you werenât around.â
You lean against the counter, staring intently at Dash as he rambles on. Your mouth continues to salivate but you swallow it back.Â
âAndâŠIâŠlove the two of you. A lot.â Dash looks away, his cheeks continue to warm. âSo ifâŠy-you donât need my permission to date, of course, butâŠif you want to be with Jungkook,â
You feel it in the back of your throat now. You place a hand onto your mouth and attempt to keep it back.
âthen Iâll respect it. As long as he makes you happy then I can move past it.â
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. âM-Ma, are you okay?â he gasps.
You nod your head, wiping your mouth. You turn on the sink quickly. âI-Iâm fine.â you lie. âJ-Just wasnât expecting that.â
Dash sighs, his shoulders slumping. You clean your mouth with the water. âYou threw up because I gave you my blessing?â 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 Dashâs words did cause your heart to swell and your mind to swirl.
âMommy~â
Thereâs 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.
âJungkookâŠâ you trail off, your eyes glancing from the large bouquet to the man holding them behind them.Â
Jungkookâs sporting a wide grin, dark round eyes sparkling.Â
â...what are you doing here?â you question, taking the roses from the man.
âI came to see you, of course.â Jungkook responds. âI want to take you out.â
You snicker. âTake me out?â
Jungkook doesnât 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.
Youâre 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.
âYes.â Jungkook nods. âI want to take you out on a date.â
Jungkookâs dressed casually, you note, a dark denim jacket that matches his jeans perfectly. âAnd where do you suggest we go?â
Jungkookâs smile widens. âWell, of course I want to show you off to the world as mine, but we know you wouldnât do it.â he starts, and you roll your eyes. âSo I was thinking a movie! Itâll be something easy to start with since we donât have to hide anymore.â
âI see.â 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. âIâm sure Dash has spoken to youâŠabout us?â
You were running out of space to fit the flowers. Most of your counters were already taking up previous bouquets.Â
âYes.â Jungkook leans against the island as you round it to find room for the new set of roses. âIâm not going to lie, I didnât think itâd ever happen,â 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 wouldnât come in the way of whatever relationship he and you had.
âYou wasted no time.â you tease, glancing up at the older man. âI was actually on my way out.â
âI noticed. I came to surprise you.â Jungkook hums. âWhere were you going?â
You remain silent, pondering on Jungkookâs question.
You couldnât 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.Â
âAn appointment.â you respond coolly. âJust a check up.â you shrug your shoulders, but Jungkook notices the way your eyes glance away from his. âHave you been feeling sick? Dash told me you werenât feeling well last week.â
You can feel your stomach churning right now just thinking about it all.Â
âWhat movie did you want to see?â you ask. You needed to change the subject entirely. You could always reschedule for tomorrow, you think. You had enough time.
âWhatever movie youâd want to see.â Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. âI heard Attack of the Killer Space-â
âYou have to be joking.â you scoff. âOf all the movies, you would want to see that.â
âI heard that it was so bad, that itâs good!â Jungkook laughs, his hair bouncing as tosses his head back. âI donât care what we watch, mommy, as long as weâre together.â
âYouâre so corny.â you murmur. âAttack of the Killer Space Beetles it is, then.â
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.Â
âI have our new five dates planned out.â Jungkook murmurs to you. He places his slushie in the cup holder to his right and opposite of you.Â
âWho says Iâm going to keep going out with you?â you tease. âPeople are going to think Iâm your mom.â
âI think you overestimate your appearance.â Jungkook lifts the arm rest that divides the two of you. âBesides, I call you mommy all the time.â
Itâs 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.
âKook-â
âStop, no oneâs coming in.â Jungkook interrupts, sinking his teeth teasingingly into your neck. âThey donât get paid enough to check on us, either.â
Your mind tells you that maybe this was Jungkookâs plan. Choose a bullshit movie that no one would see just so he could get you alone - something he couldâve done in the household, yet that wasnât fun for a man his age, right? Especially not when he could freely hold your hand in public now.
âI missed you, mommy.â
Jungkookâs tongue trails upwards.
âI missed you, too.â you admit. Jungkook captures your lips on his own, his tongue sliding into your mouth to dance along yours.
Thereâs a familiar ache between your legs that only Jungkook is able to cause. You arenât sure why youâre allowing this as if youâre his age, but itâs fun. Itâs different - itâs new to you. You couldnât ever resist Jungkook when itâs just the two of you and this only proves that he still has it wrapped around his finger.
âI should have known you didnât have good intentions bringing me here.â
Even in the dark theater, you can still see Jungkookâs smirk. The shadows from the screen dance off his handsome face.Â
âYou havenât told me to stop yet.âÂ
Jungkookâs hands are warm as they reach underneath your shirt, cupping your breast.Â
âI wanted to make our first official date memorable.â Jungkook squeezes your breast tightly. âMaking you cum right here while Attack of the Killer Space Beetles play in the background.â
âYouâre not fucking me here.â you say sternly.
âOf course not.â Jungkook nods. âThat doesnât mean you canât cum.â
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.Â
âItâs too dark in here for anyone to even see what weâre doing.â Jungkook assures. âI donât wanna wait any longer to taste them again.â
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.
âAh!â you moan, your eyes fluttering.Â
âSuch pretty tits you have, mommy. I canât believe Iâve gone so long without sucking them.â Jungkook grunts. âNow I donât have to anymore~â
Jungkookâs 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.
âYou suck them so good, Kookie.â you couldnât help but praise him. You were just a woman, yourself, who craved him just as much as he craved you. âYou mustâve really missed me, huh?â
âFuck,â Jungkook captures the nipple entirely now, and between suckles he says, âso much, mommy. Missed you so fucking much.â
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, youâre unaware. Youâre 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.Â
âI bet youâre so wet right now.â Jungkook murmurs, eyes flickering up to meet yours. Your expression is one he missed experiencing. âYouâre so pretty, mommy~â
Jungook doesnât hesitate. Heâs 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.Â
âI knew I was right!â Jungkook grunts, greedy fingers making their way through your panties to touch your clit. Itâs puffy and throbbing - and soaked. âPussy missed being played with, huh?â
âY-Yes!â you nod, warmth filling your cheeks. Jungkookâs 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, heâd have you right here. Heâd pull your jeans right off, push your panties aside and fuck you until you were full of him. But he understands that he couldnât go that far - not here at least.Â
Jungkookâs finger trails along your clit, not even bothering on starting off softly. No, he knows you. He knows just how you want it.Â
Jungkook often thinks back to the first time heâs approached you right in the kitchen of your home. Heâs found your profile, the flashing âThereâs HOT MILFS in your area waiting for YOU to FUCK THEM!â right above the picture of your naked body. Any other time Jungkook wouldâve ignored it, but he knew that face. It was you, of all people. The same woman heâs silently pinned after and in his mind, it was a sign.
Your pussy is messy and leaking. Your hand reaches out to wrap around Jungkookâs wrist for support. âK-Kook!â you mewl out, thighs trembling.Â
âYou like that, mommy?â 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 itâs swollen and glistening. âLetâs see,â
You gasp out, eyes widening a bit when Jungkookâs twirling fingers slide down - quite easily due to how soaked you are - to your clenching hole. He dips in two fingers easily until theyâre knuckles deep.Â
Your head falls back against the leather seat, your stomach churning. Jungkookâs 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, heâd admit, was attractive, but that was all. The cgi was terrible and heâs unsure why it was showing in theaters at all.Â
âFuck, Kookie, it feels so good!â you groan, your lower back arching so you could feel more of Jungkookâs thrusting fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut, mind going blank. You hadnât realized just how much you missed Jungkook - his tongue, his fingers; just him. Your own fingers or vibrator wasnât a match for the man that is Jeon Jungkook.Â
âI want you to cum all over my fingers, mommy.â Jungkookâs teeth graze into the skin of your breast, adding enough pressure to assure that he leaves his mark. âYouâre so wet. I canât wait to taste you later.â
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.Â
âYouâre gripping my fingers, mommy. You want my tongue, donât you?â Jungkook asks smugly. âIâll eat this pussy all night. Gotta make up for the times you took away from me~â
âI-Iâm gonna cum!â you hiss, your legs closing around Jungkookâs hand. âYou always make mommy feel so good, baby.â
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.
âFuck, mommy, I need you.â Jungkook sighs, pounding his fingers inside your gummy walls. His fingertips slam against that sweetspot. âI need to feel this sweet pussy around me again.â
Youâre cumming, hard and fast. Your moaning is drowned out by the sound of the CGI Space Beetles being blown to pieces. Your grip on Jungkookâs wrist loosens, your chest rising and falling as you pant.
Whenever you were with Jungkook, your mind always failed to act right. Youâve done things youâd 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.Â
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.
âFuuuuck,â Jungkook groans as he enters you, his cock sliding deep inside of you. âso wet and so tight.â
Jungkookâs 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.
âYou g-gotta slow down, Kookie.â you pant, but the way your cunt squeezes around his cock tells him otherwise.Â
âNo oneâs here, mommy.â Jungkookâs thrusts are hard and quick, your ass slamming against his groin. âI donât think I could hold back from fucking this pussy. Itâs been too long.â
Jungkook isnât wrong, you think. Itâs been far too long and youâre far too weak to fight for silence - so you donât. Instead, you moan even louder, your mind blurring until all you could focus on was the cock youâd miss inside of you. Your thighs are soaked with both cum and your juices, his cock messy with creamy white arousal.
âThen donât hold back, baby.â 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 youâre fucking, was pregnant. âShow mommy how much you missed her pussy.â
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. Heâs merciless, leaving you utterly sloppy and begging for more.
A hand reaches around your neck to bring you back against his chest. Jungkookâs 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.
âGonna fuck this pussy all night, mommy. Make up all the time I had lost.â Jungkook says against your wet mouth. âThis pussy was made for me, mommy. Itâs finally all mine to claim.â
Your hip is let go, but that doesnât 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.
âAll yours, Kookie.â you mewl out, tongue sliding against his sloppily. Thereâs a trail of saliva pooling from your lips, but neither of you care. Itâs messy and completely obscene, but both of you are far too fucked out to give a damn. âWant you to fill me up aaalll night.â
You prided yourself on being a responsible adult for over two decades and now youâre 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.
âYouâre so dirty.â Jungkook gasps, but heâs 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 youâre seeing nothing but stars. Youâre panting, chest rising and falling and youâre a trembling mess of overstimulation.Â
Jungkook isnât far behind you. His thrusts are sloppy, yet still deep and passionate. He doesnât care about being quiet as with each thrust, heâs groaning loudly, spewing out - âshit, shit, shitâ 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. Youâre grateful that you and Jungkook werenât caught, the adrenaline you felt while doing the do now dies down and like you knew you would, you regret every decision youâve made. However, you would be lying if you said you didnât 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.Â
âIâm hungry.â Jungkook says, coming closer to you. He leans down a bit to capture your lips. âI want steak.â he murmurs against your lips.
âI bet you are.â you say back, your body moving before your mind could and you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into another kiss. âI have steak at home. I was planning on cooking in case Dash was coming over.â
âHeâs with Sumi tonight.â Jungkook responds, pressing another kiss onto your lips. He missed kissing you. âHow about I cook for us tonight? Then, Iâll fuck you into the mattress-â
You push at his chest gently and roll your eyes. âYou have a dirty mouth.â you joke, but the words do have you swallowing at the possibilities of the night to come. âYouâre wasting no time, huh?â
Jungkook leans away. âOf course not. What I say even during sex, I mean.â Jungkook responds. âI plan on courting you the right way. No more sneaking around.â
Jungkook looks at you, his eyes serious.
âAnd I plan on having a future with you.â
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.
âIâm serious,â Jungkook captures your shoulder to stop you from going further. âabout everything I said.â
You exhale, unaware that youâd been holding your breath this long.
âKook-â
âNo.â Jungkook interrupts. âWe donât have to talk about it here. Or now.â he murmurs. He didnât 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 didnât want to rush anything, but he wanted you to know that he wanted you.
âI want you to know that-â
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. âI gotta take this.â you murmur. âHow about you go to the car? Iâll meet you out there.â
Jungkook blinks. âOâŠOkay?âÂ
You offer a smile - a strained one - before entering the restroom. Jungkook lingers for a few moments. He doesnât 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.
âYes, I had to reschedule the appointment.â you say. âNoâŠIâm not having second thoughts. I need the procedure done.â Thereâs a few more seconds of silence. âYes, Iâll get on birth control. I think thatâll be best after.â
Jungkook shuts the restroom door. He turns on his heels and makes his way down the hall. His mind swirls with what little heâs heard.
Reschedule the appointment.
Second thoughts.
Procedure.Birth control after.
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in your "starstruck" fic you mentioned jungkook put on taehyung into soap operas and he made it really big
do you think you can do an offshoot of starstruck but exploring taehyung with smut ofc đ
i've barely seen any actor taehyung fics and im in love with ur writing
fuck it why not?? i enjoy the starstruck universe
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kim taehyung, soap opera star now first-time director who is looking for a fresh new face - someone to give a chance to like jeon jungkook, his now close industry friend, did for him.
word count: 8.698
warning: dubcon, smut, dirty talk, coercion, virgin reader, nipple sucking, fingering, slight naive reader, SHE JUST WANTS TO BE AN ACTRESS, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f),
starstruck
âYouâve been a stranger.â Taehyung states as Jungkook enters his office. Taehyung lifts his glasses from his eyes and leans back into his chair. âGot engaged and forgot about us.âÂ
Jungkook rolls his eyes, closing the door behind him. He sits across from his friend, crossing his legs. Itâs just then Taehyung realizes the black envelope in his hands. He slides it across the table to him. âWhatâs this?â he asks, intrigued.Â
âAn invitation to my wedding.â Jungkook responds. He watches Taehyung open the envelope and slide out the invitation, his and your names written on it with such perfect penmanship.Â
âHere to rub it in my face that youâve been taken from me?â Taehyung jokes with raised brows. âThatâs cold.âÂ
âIâm not just here to invite you.â Jungkook says. âHowâs the auditions going?â
Taehyung scoffs. His shoulders relax a bit. âNo one told me it was this stressful.â he states. âI want a fresh face, you know that. I want to give a new girl a chance.â
âLike I did for my girl?â 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.Â
âLike you did for me.â 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. âYou have an eye forâŠtalent.â Taehyung shrugs.Â
âThat I do.â Jungkook crosses his arms. âHow new are we talking?â
Taehyung leans forward. âNew new.â he murmurs. âI want to make my own star. I want it to be on my project.â 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 couldnât act and didnât desire to even get better at the craft.
âI may know where to look.â Jungkook quips. âIâve been reading through the script.â Jungkook raises a brow. âThe main girl gives off good girl vibes.â
âA sexually frustrated good girl.â Taehyung nods his head. âHBO style.â he sighs. âI was told I had to keep adding more sex scenes. I swear Iâm going to make it artistic.â he groans. Sex sells, he supposed. Look where that got Jungkookâs fiance.
âThen we need exactly that.â Jungkook leans forward. âAn actual good girl. Someone with a clean image. OrâŠâ
âNo image at all.â Taehyung finishes Jungkookâs words. âWe scout someone off the street? Thatâll beâŠâ
âThe budget will be worth it.â Jungkook assures. âPay for a few acting classes and you can help her on the side. Weâll start filming and,â Jungkook claps his hands. âmake history.â
Making history was easier said than done, Taehyung realizes. This was his passion project. Heâs 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.Â
And here they are now, Taehyung thinks. Script done, actors hired. They just needed their main girl.
âLuckily itâs only a mini-series.â Jungkook states after the girl strolls out. He lost count on which number she was, but his eyes were growing heavy. âHow did she do?â
âEh,â Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. He takes a sip from his water bottle. âIâm ready to just say fuck it. None of these girls look-â
Thereâs a knock on the door. Taehyung glances over, bored.Â
âWe have another one.â Jungkook claps his hands together. âEnter!â
Taehyungâs eyes are fixed on you when you enter. Thereâs a paper in your hand; the script you and hundreds of other women are meant to act out. He notices that youâre clenching it tightly into your hands.
âWhats your name?â Taehyung questions when you close the door ever so gently behind you.
âY/N.â
Jungkook furrows his brows, glancing at Taehyung. He doesnât 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?
âY/NâŠâ Taehyung trails off. He eyes you up and down. â...have you ever acted before?â
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 donât speak yet. Your palms grow sweaty.
âN-No.â you shake your head, swallowing that lump in your throat. Being here was nerve wrecking as it was. Youâve watched both of these men for years, admiring them and their acting abilities. âD-Do I need experience?â
Taehyung hums. He glances at Jungkook, who glances back. âNo.â he then says, turning his dark eyes back to you. âYou donât. Quite franklyâŠY/NâŠâ your body warms at the sound of your name rolling off of his tongue. â...I want a fresh face. Someone new to be a part of this project. Do you know what itâs about?â
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.
âIâm afraid, however, you are new to this.â Taehyung expresses. âTheyâre nude scenes, also sexual ones. This is also considered a thriller so theyâll be certain scenes that are quite disturbing.â
Taehyung notices the way you squeeze the script between your fingers. Gently, you nod your head.
âIf youâre comfortable with that, then weâll proceed with the audition, alright?â Jungkook speaks up.Â
âA-Alright.âÂ
Your cheeks burn at your stutter, one Taehyung finds cute.Â
âOkay,â Taehyung hums. He picks up his own script from his desk and clears his throat. âthis scene is a phone call between the two main actors. Just say the lines that you remembered as if youâre on the phone.â
You nod your head.
âIâm going to start recording.â Taehyung grasps a small remote beside him. âYou cannot see the camera, yet itâs there. When I give you a thumbs up, you start from the beginning and Iâll follow your lead.â
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.
âH-Hello?âÂ
âHello.â Taehyungâs voice responds, cool, deep and smooth. It was amazing how well established actors could be.
âHi.â
A laugh comes from Taehyung - just like in the script. âHi.â he says, his eyes trained on you. âYouâre Y/N, I assume?â
Your eyebrows shoot up. In the script, he hadnât put a name to the main actress. Maybe he hadnât thought of one yet, but you didnât have to dwell on that.
You nod. âYes.â
âItâs nice to meet you, Y/N. Over the phone, at least.â Taehyung continues, a smile stretching onto his lips. âOne of your poison picks was to be blind folded.â Taehyung murmurs. âYou are familiar with erotic messages, right?â
âOnly with what I see on the site.â you say, eyes glancing at Jungkook. It was a mistake. His eyes are hard - harder than Taehyungâs.Â
âCute.â Taehyung murmurs. âYouâll be naked, of course. Iâll place a robe and your blindfold in the dressing room.â
âOâŠOkay.â you say, cheeks warm.Â
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.
âThank you, Y/N.â Taehyung picks up the remote and presses it. âThatâs all we need. Have you given your number to the receptionist?â
Your shoulders slump. You havenât been in the room as long as the other women have and your mind is already clouding with the negative thoughts. Â
âYes.â you murmur with a curt nod.
âYouâll know if youâve been chosen or not.â Jungkook speaks. âHave an amazing evening, Y/N. Thank you for coming.â
âI thought she was going to piss her pants at the sight of us.â Jungkook says as the door closes. âWhat do you think of her?â
âI think sheâs exactly what we need.â Taehyung leans back into his seat. âFresh face. Such innocent eyes and demeanorâŠâ
Jungkook snickers. âAn obvious virgin.â he states, the statement random. âIf you want her, the choice is yours. Sheâll need a lot of work.âÂ
Taehyung knows this, and heâs willing to put in just as much work to make you into a star on his first project.Â
It was a week later when you got a phone call. You hadnât 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 werenât fit for who they were looking for - too awkward. Maybe you werenât gorgeous enough - not sexual enough.
âYouâŠyou want me?â youâd 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.Â
âThe job wonât be easy.â Taehyung tells you, sitting right across from you. Youâve now been invited to the set where he gives you a solo-tour prior to leading you to his office âEspecially with you being a new actress, you are expected to be perfect already. People are going to judge. Theyâre going to talk - let them.â
You nod your head. You hadnât 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.Â
âHere you are,â Taehyung hangs you a script. Itâs heavy in your hands and you lic your lips with anticipation. âthe script is long. Its rating is Mature Audiences.âÂ
You nod your head.Â
âHorror elements. Blood, gore - the good stuff.â Taehung cracks a smile at you. âAs you know, it also has sexual themes. An intimacy coach will be there so youâll be fine. Some scenes youâre expected to be fully nude, as well. Have you ever done modelling?â
You shake your head. Your fingers squeeze the script. You were already hired, but the last thing you wanted was for them to reconsider.Â
âI see.â Taehyung responds.
âBut Iâm comfortable!â you interject before Taehyung has the chance to reconsider. âIâm comfortable around youâŠI can do this.âÂ
It sounds like you were trying to convince yourself more than Taehyung, but he smiles and nods. âIâm glad.âÂ
Taehyung leans back in his chair. âWe havenât found you a male lead, however.â
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?Â
âBut for now, I can take over. We can go through a few lines ourselves.âÂ
âOkay!â 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.
âThis looks like a real massage room.â 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. Thereâs abstract painting on the opposite side of the mirror wall, several floor plants that youâre 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.
âIt does, doesnât it?â Taehyung questions, offering a soft smile. âHave you ever gotten one before?â
You shake your head.
âI see. Weâll have a real masseuse come during filming. During those scenes, weâll focus more on the up close shots.â he explains. âThis scene will be the first scene where youâll be fully nude.â
Nodding your head, you let out a soft breath. âAlright. I think Iâll be ready.â you speak. âWill there beâŠa lot of people around?â
âNot much.â Taehyung says. âMainly personnel who are essential. Only the actors involved in said scene are allowed, the director, me,â Taehyung smiles warmly once more. âan intimacy coach, as well. Iâve been in this world for years now as you know.â
âI know.â you lick your lips. âYou were one of my moms favorite actors to watch everyday after work.â
âHave you watched me?âÂ
âSometimes.â you nod your head. âMainly your movies.â
Taehyund nods. He supposed soap operas were for an older audience. âWhich movie, if I may ask.â
âI enjoyed divine intervention.â your cheeks burn, your mind flashing with scenes from the movie. âI hope to be an amazing actress one dayâŠâ you trail off, averting your eyes to the ground.
âYou will.â Taehyung speaks matter-of-factly. âIâll make sure of it.â
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. âR-Really?â
Taehyung nods. âOf course.â he responds almost instantly. âItâll take some work, sure, but you have it in you. I can see it.â
Taehyung takes a few steps closer to you. Youâre stiff, body flushed and warm, as he stands tall in front of you. Heâs silent, his eyes roaming your face - you probably appeared completely idiotic in front of him right now.
âYouâre hungry.â
Your palms begin to sweat. Was it that obvious? âJ-Just a bit.â you admit sheepishly. âI only ate some ramen before I came but-â
Taehyung chuckles, his lips twitching upwards with amusement. âNo,â he interrupts, lifting his hand to press two fingers onto your forehead. âsilly. I meant youâre hungry for success. I can see it in your eyes. Thatâs what we need.âÂ
âO-Oh.âÂ
You swallow the lump in your dry throat, wishing that if the ground opened up and devoured you whole that itâd be the only way to rid you of your embarrassment.
âSomeone that really wants it,â 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. âdoes whatever they can to achieve their goal, right?â
It takes you a long moment to come back to reality and into the realization that he was asking you a question.
âRight.â you whisper, afraid to even nod your head. âI do want it.â
âGood.â Taehyung hums. âWhat would you like to eat? My treat.â
âItâs fine!â you quip. âI-âll just-â
âNo bother, truly, Y/N.â Taehyung drops his hand from your cheek. âIâve kept you here long enough going over the script. The least I can do is feed you.â
âMethodâŠacting?â
Taehyung thinks youâre cute.
Taehyung thinks that innocent look in those glossy eyes that you give him is even cuter.Â
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. Youâve approved greatly, Taehyung thinks, in just a short amount of months.Â
This night is the same. Youâve 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.
âYes,â Taehyund nods his head. âthe material in this dark. Sensual. Think ofâŠHeath Ledger and how he isolated himself to prepare for The Joker.â
You nod your head in silent agreement.
âI believe one's performance could be truly remarkable if they experienced it themselves, donât you think?â Taehyung questions. âThatâs what I want to work on today.â
âToday?â
Taehyung nods his head. âI want you to be comfortable when we begin filming.â he explains. âThereâs cameras that will be filming you from all angles. I want you to be prepared for that. Follow me.â
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.Â
âThis is how itâll feel.â Taehyung comments. âPeople will be operating these cameras, recording every scene.â
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.
âThis is where the method acting comes into place.â Taehyung speaks matter-of-factly. âRemember what I said in scenes such as this, youâd be naked?â
âYeahâŠâ you trail off, body warming up.
âYes,â Taehyung begins. âthough in some scenes the actor or actress appears nude, thatâs where certain garments are placed to cover them. When we begin filming, weâll have one for you to match your skin iperfectly. Until then,â
Taehyung doesnât 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.
âIâŠâ you lick your lips, eyes glancing around the set nervously. â...do you n-need me to undress?â
âWeâre going to go through the script as we do.â Taehyung takes a few steps back. He turns around. âIâll allow you to undress, not completely nude, however, just down to your underwear.â
Taehyung does turn around, his arms crossed. Itâs in that moment you realize just how serious he was about this âmethod actingâ. 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 isnât cold, but thereâs a breeze that goes through you when you remove your shirt then your bra. âDo IâŠdo I get on the massage bed?â
âYes. Weâll be going over the full scene, so do exactly as the scene entails.â
The scene, your mind tells you. To get ânakedâ and to lay onto the massage bed with the towel draped on your lower half, so itâs 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.Â
âI think Iâm ready.â you say, that nervous tone in your voice that you wish Taehyung didnât catch.Â
âOkay,â Taehyung turns around slowly. âaction.âÂ
Action is what Taehyung says when he expects the two of you to begin acting out the scene.Â
Taehyungâs eyes fall on your figure on the massage bed. His eyes zone in on your naked back, finding that youâre 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.Â
âAre you ready?â Taehyungâs voice is low, raspy and deep - just as the script says.
 You gulp and nod your head.
You flinch a bit when Taehyungâs 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.Â
âIâm going to remove this.â Taehyung states cautiously - heâs speaking to you directly.
âO-Ok.â
Slowly, Taehyung does. You werenât prepared for this - and who would be? You didnât think youâd 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.
âAction.â Taehyung murmurs, his fingers lightly tapping against your skin and passing the band of your panties.
You swallow a yelp when you feel Taehyungâs large hand on your ass and grip it slightly. You bite the inside of your cheek, your heart continuing to pump erratically.Â
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 isnât something you should be doing - Taehyung was the director, not the actor who is set to work alongside you. Yet, youâre far too anxious to speak what a part of your mind is thinking as the other finds the idea of âmethod actingâ to work in your favor.
âAre you okay?â
You exhale through your lips.
âAre you nervous?â
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.
âA little.â you admit sheepishly.Â
âDo you trust me?â asks Taehyung. He hasnât halted his actions, his hand continuing to grip and glide against your ass.Â
Inhale. âY-Yes.â
âGood.â A hum. âAction.â
This time, you donât hide the yelp when Taehyungâs fingers find their way inside your panties. Heâs dangerously close to your clit.Â
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.
âRelax,â Taehyung murmurs. âand let me take care of you.â
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 heâs doing - this is highly inappropriate. He could lose everything heâs built thus far if you thought the same way. Thousands of acting classes alone - and if you went public with thisâŠ
However, there's something deep inside of him that tells Taehyung that you wouldnât. 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.
âYouâre so silent.â Taehyung whispers against your neck. âYouâre supposed to be moaningâŠitâs a part of the script.â
âI k-know. Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât have to apologize.â Taehyung responds. âAre you comfortable?â
You nod your head while taking another deep breath.
âIâm not sure how Iâm supposed to moanâŠâ you admit sheepishly.Â
Taehyung hums. âItâs supposed to be natural.â he removes his hand from you, his hands trailing upwards towards your hips. âTurn around.â 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.
âDonât cover yourself. Itâs just you and I here.â Taehyung assures, his hand roaming upwards. He places it underneath your chin, his eyes never leaving yours. âYou have to be comfortable with the cameras. When filming, youâll just pretend itâs you and I like it has been.â
âOkay.â you murmur.
âGood girl,â Taehyung smiles. âyou want this, donât you? It wonât be easy, of course, but if you continue to follow my directions, youâll be a step closer to your own dreams.â
Your heart jolts at Taehyungâs words. âI do want this!â you quip, your nose rubbing against his by how close he was to you. âIâll do whatever you tell me to.â
Taehyung finds that he likes that. âKiss me.â he tells you coolly.
For a moment, youâre 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.
âIs that-â
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 Taehyungâs large hand grasps onto your breast, squeezing it gently in his palm. Your nipples harden easily, poking against his palm.
âW-Wait!â
You say, turning your head away from the man.Â
Taehyung doesnât, however. His lips find your collarbone, his tongue tracing your skin easily. He squeezes your breast again, his lips going lower and lower. âAction.â
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. Theyâre 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 Taehyungâs eyes on you.
âDonât be so shy.â Taehyung pops your nipple from his wet lips. âI know it feels good.â
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.
âDoes it feel good?â
Think.
Think - think.
Your eyes flutter open and you nod softly. âIt feelsâŠso good.â
Taehyung doesnât speak, but his eyes tell you exactly what he wants to say. âGood girlâ.
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.Â
âAh!â
Taehyung likes the sweet noises that you make. It makes him want to do even more just to see what other noises youâd make for him - so he does. His fingers, ever so gently, glide up between your legs towards your covered clit.
âYouâre so wet.â Taehyung hums, reciting the script even though what he was stating was true. Your panties are soaked and thereâs a slight tremble of your thighs.Â
âSorry.â
Taehyungâs throat rumbles with a chuckle, but he doesnât want to offend you. He didnât want you to think he was laughing at you because he wasnât. Your naivety and innocence was cute, however.Â
âYou donât need to apologize. Thatâs good.â Taehyung tilts his head, forcing you to look into his eyes. âDonât you feel good? Donât you want to feel better?â
â...Better?â your eyes widen just a bit. âShould weâŠs-should we be doing this?â
Taehyung shrugs a shoulder, but his eyes donât leave yours. âDonât you feel good?â he questions. âAre you afraid to do this?â
Taehyung watches you as he awaits your answer, long fingers gliding against your covered clit, the moisture evident on the damp fabric.
âI thought you wanted this?â Taehyung continues. âI told you I could make you a star.â
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.
âIf you donât want to, itâs fineâŠâ Taehyung sighs, trailing off. ââŠas you know Y/N, this is my first project. Iâm serious about it. Are you serious about this?âÂ
âY-Yes, of course.â You murmur.Â
âAnd you know things like this can be stressful for all of us right? Especially you and I.â
Holding Taehyungâs 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.
âIâve spent thousands to assure that youâre perfect at this.â Taehyung continues, invasive fingers trailing along the stitch of your panties, so close to your heat. âI worked alongside you day and night to make you into the star I know you can be.â
Taehyungâs 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.
âAre you sure you want this?â Taehyung questions. âThe job, that is. Wouldnât you do whatever it took?â
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.
âYouâre perfect for it, Y/N.â 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. âI want to make you my muse.â
You let out a shaky breath, your trembling thighs threatening to close. âYour muse?â your eyebrows knit in an innocent way that Taehyung thinks is cute.Â
âYeah.â Taehyung nods his head. âMy muse. If this series goes well then that means I could continue with my craft. You,â dark eyes are on your own pair again. His fingertips press against your clit and slowly, he twirls. âcan be the star that youâre meant to be. The new face this industry hasnât seen yet. Talent that has yet to be discovered.â
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.
âYou want that, right?â Taehyung leans closer to your face, breath tickling your nose by how close he is as he speaks.Â
âIâŠ,â you swallow. Taehyung is close enough for you two to kiss like before. â...donât think I canâŠIâve never done it before.â
âI know.â
Taehyungâs words shouldnât have slipped through his mouth the way it did. He didnât 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.Â
âYouâre a blank canvas.â Taehyung continues, those fingers sliding downward to find your clenching hole. âSo pure and beautifulâŠall you have to do is let me.â
Youâre 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.Â
Taehyungâs 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. âDoes it feel good?â
Thereâs a short whine that Taehyung ears captures that drips off of your tongue.
âUse your words.â Taehyung continues, sliding his fingers out of you just to push them right back in, this time adding a bit more pressure. âYouâre such a pretty little thing.â
Taehyung couldnât help but chuckle at the way you clench around him at the compliment; you were a girl into his praises.
âY-Yes,â you nod slowly. âit feels good.â
âGood girl.â Taehyung makes sure to look right in your eyes as he says it, his lips twitching upwards. âI can make you feel even better.â
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, youâre 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.
âYouâre so tight.â Taehyung groans, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. âYouâve never been touched like this before, right?â
Though Taehyung knows the answer, heâs a man. Youâre someone he could mold right into perfection. Someone who hasnât been tainted by those around you, a perfect muse who he and he alone would create something beautiful with.
âNo.â
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 youâve never felt this intense before.Â
âI know you havenât. Youâre such a good girl.â Taehyung grunts. âI know youâre gonna cum. I feel it.â
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 Taehyungâs eyes.
âI canât,â you whine.
âSuch a pretty pussy you have, Y/N.â Taehyung breathes. âYou can take it, baby. Just let it go.â
Taehyung watches with amazement with how much you do cum. Youâre a trembling mess, juices coating his hand entirely while you try your hardest to find enough air in your lungs to breathe.Â
What Taehyung chooses to do next surprises you, but not him. Heâs 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 wonât 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 youâre whimpering. âT-Tae-â
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 youâre cumming on his tongue.
âTaeâŠTaehyung please I donât think-â 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.
Itâs a silent command the way Taehyungâs hand slaps against your outer thigh - you can, heâs 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.
â-gonnaâŠgonna cum.â you cry out, eyes squeezed shut as yet another building pressure flows through your body, one that has you helplessly seeing white. â...fuck!â
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.
âYou are so beautiful, Y/NâŠyouâre doing so good.â
Taehyungâs hand slides slowly upwards your body, goosebumps forming onto your exposed skin.Â
âI knew from the very beginning, you know? Right when you walked through that door you'd be perfect for this.â
Your eyes flutter open just as Taehyung is between your legs. You feel something hard but warm rub against your sensitive clit.
âYou were a pretty face we havenât seen in a while.â Taehyung grunts as he rubs his tip against your sticky clit, marveling how wet you are. âWith such an innocent aura surrounding you. I knew youâd be perfect - the it girl.â
You bite your lip, the overstimulating feeling becoming too much for you. â...really?â you murmur in slight disbelief.
âOf course.â Taehyung assures. âIâm doing everything in my power to make you the next it girl. Youâre my muse, after all.â Taehyung presses himself at your entrance, the tight hole entrancing him.Â
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 havenât done this before and the idea of doing this with himâŠ
You gasp as Taehyung begins to enter, wincing just a bit. It didnât hurt until he begins to thrust further, forcing himself into space that hasnât been inhabited yet.
âI-IâŠâ you take a deep breath.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â Taehyung murmurs, his voice so soft and gentle. âItâll feel good, I promise.â
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.
âSo prettyâŠâ 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 havenât felt yet. You thought being stuffed so fully by his fingers was liberating - this was even better.
âTheeeerre you go.â Taehyung adds. âIt feels better, right? I told you it would, baby.â
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. Itâd be him to show the inâs and outâs, 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.
âTalk to me.â Taehyung grunts, hovering above you. From here, heâs even more handsome. The closeness almost has you forgetting where the two of you are.
â...so deepâŠâ you murmur, pussy squeezing around his cock.
âDo you like feeling me this deep?â Taehyung lowers himself just a bit to capture your nipple, his tongue circling teasingly.Â
Youâre panting just as Taehyung pulls out to then thrust back in even deeper. Your back arches. âYes,â you say between pants. âit feels good.â
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but thereâs no use to shying away now - so you donât. Your hand reaches down to touch Taehyungâs side, an action that has him flinching. It does something for him, he thinks, as he begins to quicken his pace.
âAh!â 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 couldnât 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.Â
The world around you begins to spin, your breast bouncing with each rushed pump of Taehyungâs 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.
âYou feel so good, baby. So tight and wet.â Taehyung groans, coming down closer to you. You donât have to open your eyes to know that heâs looking at you. âYouâre doing good.â
Once more, your pussy squeezes, Taehyungâs praises going straight to your core. Your toes curl, stomach churning with that familiar, overstimulating feeling.
You feel it coming, you think, another orgasm thatâs 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.
âT-Tae,â you gasp, your thighs caging him in to bring him closer to you. You felt like you were going to explode any minute now.
âGo ahead, baby.â Taehyung groans.
Your body warms up, your lips fall open to let out a soft cry. Your body trembles as your orgasm hits, Taehyungâs twirling fingers causing an overstimulating pain that you couldnât take anymore, but he still had a few more thrust until he himself was done.
Thereâs a line of sweat at Taehyungâs 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 couldnât - at least not yet. Heâll have to prepare you first.
Your thighs are coated in Taehyungâs cum, warm and sticky, but youâre 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 isnât until you feel something cold against your skin do you register whatâs going on. Slowly, your eyes flutter open to see Taehyung wiping your thighs clean, a wipe in his hands. Youâre unsure what to say, your high coming down and reality sets back in.
âHow are you feeling?â Taehyung questions, flickering his eyes up to you.
You open your mouth and close it a few times, attempting to speak without stuttering. âAlright.â you sit up, suddenly feeling far too exposed and a bit cold.
âYou did good, Y/N.â
Taehyung stares right into your eyes, never losing eye contact.Â
âItâs only up from here.â Taehyung places a hand onto your cheek. Taehyungâs hand is warm and before you realize it, youâre leaning into the warmth. âIâll make sure of it.â
âSmile.â Taehyung murmurs to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.Â
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. Theyâre 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.
âY/L Y/N!â
âHow did it feel working alongside Kim Taehyung in your first role?â
âI heard the role is dark, any thoughts on it?â
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.Â
âY/N,â 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. âcome. Letâs meet with the rest of the cast.â
You nod your head, doing as Taehyung wants you to. Itâs 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 hadnât - couldnât.
âSheâs just jealous of you.â 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 - âthereâs no way you got the leading role over me.â
Though Taehyung defended you and fired her immediately, her words replayed over and over again by how true she was.
What didnât 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. Heâd 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 wasnât well at showcasing it.
âYour first premier.â
Speak of the devil.
âHow is it?â Jungkook asks you, by his side, his fiance. Sheâs sporting a picture perfect smile for the cameras flashing towards them, the flashing lights not bothering her like it did you.
âOverwhelming.â you admit, your eyes glancing away from his fiance to look at Jungkook.Â
âYouâll get used to it.â Taehyung squeezes your hand in his, a reassuring smile on his lips when you turn to look at him. âWe have many more projects to come.â
âLetâs take some pictures.â
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.Â
âYouâre like a deer in headlights.â she murmurs to you, somehow not dropping the model-like stare she gives the camera. âAre you okay?â
âY-Yeah.â you manage to respond. Taehyung had warned you about this and just how overwhelming itâd all be. He even went through poses with you himself to assure that every part of you would be perfect.
âYou and TaehyungâŠâ
Jungkookâs 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. â...do you want to do those things with him?â
Her lips donât move as sheâs 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 whoâs already watching the two of you.
âW-What do you mean?â you chuckle nervously, your voice cracking. You inhale deeply, attempting to blink away the glossy look in your eyes. âI-IâŠnothing is going on between-â
âY/N! Look over here!â
âJungkook, are you afraid Taehyung and Y/N will be taking you and your wifeâs spot as the most influential couple?â
Your shoulder straightens a bit as she snorts. âDo this because you want to.â she murmurs, her eyes scanning your face. âDonât put his needs over your own.â
âItâs time to go inside.â
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. âIs everything okay?â 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?
âY/N,â 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. âwhatâs wrong?â
âIâŠâ you shake your head. â...did you tell anyone?â
That glossy look in your eyes returns. Taehyung places a hand onto your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.Â
âWhat we do is our business, is it not?â Taehyung murmurs. âYouâre just nervous. Itâs your first premier, it happens.â he assures. âCome, theyâre showing the first episode before they expect us to go on stage.â
You do, following behind Taehyung whoâs holding your hand tightly in his. You ignore the eyes thatâs 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 - âjust to get the feel of itâ. He told you.
You werenât 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.
âDonât you feel good? Donât you want to feel better?â
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 werenât a part of it.
âIâŠ,â you watch yourself on the large screen swallow, your face nervous and shy. Your heart pumps in your chest as realization dawns on you. â...donât think I canâŠIâve never done it before.â
âYouâre a blank canvas.â Taehyung continues. From where the camera is at, your lower half is nearly covered and it doesnât catch the way his fingers sink inside of you. âSo pure and beautifulâŠall you have to do is let me.â
You donât 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. âEveryone is here to see you.â he assures. âI promised you Iâll make you into a star, didnât I? My muse.â
i have an idea for an alternate part 3 for sibling rivalry where they visit each others college and claim yo be boyfriend and girlfriend instead of brother and sister while everyone just think theyre a cute couple
fuck it, mini update bc why not?? ofc with a twist bc yall know i like those
sibling rivalry 3 œ: make me forget
jungkook decides that its time for you to realize that there isnât any other man out there for you but him.
word count: 4.216
warning: same old manipulative jungkook, possessive behavior, step-sibling relationship, oral sex (f), smut, revenge porn, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, dirty talk,
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âWe have to stop this.â
Your words arenât news to Jungkookâs ears. If anything, he was waiting patiently for you to say it.
The aroma in the apartment is heavenly, Jungkook focusing on the onions and peppers on the stove, stirring them every so often. He doesnât give you the response youâre looking for, so you speak again.
âItâs gettingâŠweird.â you continue, crossing your arms over your chest. Youâre seated at the island as Jungkook cooks, something the both of you did often.Â
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. Heâd cook, offer for you to taste what heâs made so far then sneak a kiss before going back to cooking. It would be great if it wasnât 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 Jungkookâs status, something you could thank him for a million times - if he hadnât 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 itâs been since childhood.
âWeird how?â Jungkook questions finally, putting the tongs down and turning towards you.Â
The hatred Jungkook had felt for you was long gone. He couldnât 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 youâre safe.
âPeople think weâre dating.â you murmur, shrugging your shoulders. Your cheeks burn underneath Jungkookâs gaze. âItâs weird.â
Jungkook tilts his head. âOf course they do, silly.â he chuckles. âThey donât know about us.â he says matter-of-factly. âIf they didâŠâ
âI know.â you quip, your hands squeezing into fist nervously. âI donâtâŠwant anyone to know butâŠif someone finds out then-â
âHow will they find out?â Jungkook leans against the island, furrowing a pierced brow at you. âIâm not going to say anything. Are you?â
You shake your head softly. âNo butâŠthatâs not the point, Kook. You know that.â
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.
âWhy is it so wrong?â Jungkook questions. âI love you. You love me. It doesnât have to be any more complicated than that.âÂ
You wish it could be that simple, but it wasnât. Jae was right when he said that it didnât matter what Jungkook and you werenât to one another, as you and he have known one another since childhood. Nothing you and him were doing was right and youâre afraid if you don't stop it now, youâll never be able to.
âThereâs someone else, isnât there?â
Jungkook pushes himself away from the island and turns back towards the stove. His body language tells you everything.
âNo.â you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. âThere-â
âDonât lie to me.â Jungkook interjects. He lowers the heat before placing the lid onto the pan. The rice cooker squeals lightly on the counter. âYou always act like this when you meet someone else.â
âIâm not doing this with you.â you scoff.Â
There wasnât anyone new, but if there was it shouldnât be a problem.Â
It was just a week ago when Jungkook had found you in the college cafeteria, seated with a few friends youâve 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. âI cooked this since I didnât have any classes.â he said to you.
When Jungkook made his leave, your friends had gushed, âYou two are so cute together!â
They gushed about everything - how handsome Jungkook was, though youâre 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.
âWeâŠarenât dating.â you told them, cheeks warm as your leg shakes underneath the table. They had looked at you dumbfounded.
âSo, friends with benefits?â
âYou canât just leave someone like that single, Y/N, someone is going to take him away from you!â
âIâm not doing this with you, either.â Jungkook scoffs back. Heâs grabbing plates from the cabinets. âYou think youâre going to find another man like me?â
Your eyebrows furrow at Jungkookâs 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 isnât 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.
âI had someone before you ruined it!â you hissed, voice dripping with venom. You push yourself off of the stool, fully expecting to storm away and back into your room.
âI didnât ruin anything!â 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. âYou were the one who sat on her fucking high horse-â
âFuck you, Kook!â you roll your eyes. âYouâre the reason why my relationship ended. You should have deleted that video-â
âYour relationship was over when you agreed to fuck me again.â Jungkook spats, this time he turns towards you.Â
You turn on your heels. You didnât have a rebuttal. Itâs 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.
âHave you forgotten the way you moaned for me? Begged me for more as your pathetic little boyfriend slept on the couch?!â
Jungkook grasps your arm and pulls you, forcing you to turn towards him. Swiftly, it happens. Your hand flies towards Jungkookâs 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 doesnât falter, if anything he holds you even tighter. Your eyes glare daggers at him as he processes it all.
âLet go of me.â you murmur.
âI guess itâs easier to blame me.â
Jungkook does let go of you, but he doesnât step away.
âNo one likes me because of you.â Jungkook mocks, his voice growing higher to imitate yours. âNo one wants to do anything with me because of you.â
âShut up.â
âMaybe you should be thanking me, Y/N. Your little crush on Tae wouldâve left you broken hearted.â Jungkook spits. âHe was going to fuck you like he did everyone else and leave you. They all would have.â
âShut-â
âBesides, do you think Jae was man enough for you?â 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. âIf he was, Y/N, you wouldnât have come crawling back to me.â
âI donât need you.âÂ
Both of your hands crash onto Jungkookâs chest rapidly - over and over and over again. Itâs then he notices the tears in your eyes that are threatening to fall.
âStop.â Jungkook says, grasping your shoulders. âCalm down-â
âI donât need you!â you scream this time, landing another shove at his chest. âAll you ever did was ruin things for me!â
âFine.â Jungkook scoffs. âGo find out for yourself, Y/N.â
You stop, this time standing, chest rising and falling.Â
âIâm serious. Go.â Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. âGo find that person that you believe is better than me. Find the man who you think will treat you better than I would.â
Jungkook, quickly, brings you closer to him by your waist, his lips grazing against yours. âAnd when they fuck you and leave like I know they will, you can come back to me. Iâll let you cry on my shoulder.â
Jungkook presses a kiss on your own lips - quick but condescending. It was the same tone in voice heâd speak to you all the time when you and he got into it and ultimately, he was proved right.Â
âFuck you.â you whisper, turning on your heels to go to your room. You were weak now, too emotional that if Jungkook initiated anything, youâd comply.
âRemember what I said Y/N.â Jungkook calls after you. âNo one is going to love you like I do.â
Jungkook is a patient man. He understood things werenât 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. âDid you two break up?â asked one friend one day, her eyes lingering on Jungkook strolling past you without a second glance.
âWe were never together.â was your response, though your own eyes did follow after the man.Â
It took two months for you to feel comfortable to put yourself out there. You werenât 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. Thatâs how it should be - how it shouldâve 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 couldnât contain your tears when you came home that evening. Your back slides down the front door, tears pooling from your eyes.
âPeople saw it.â you cried to Jungkook, your face in his chest as he rubbed your upper back. âW-WhyâŠwould he do that?â
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 hadnât. He kept his distance - he didnât question where you went at night, or where youâd 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.Â
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.
You meet Jungkookâs eyes, tears streaked on your puffy cheeks. You sniffle, appearing utterly pathetic and small.
âIâm sorry.â you murmur. Jungkook places a hand on your cheek, his thumb swiping a tear away. âYou were rightâŠIâŠI donât know what Iâve done for him to do that.â
Jungkook offers a soft smile. âItâs not your fault.â he says. âHeâs a man, Y/N, and I know men. Theyâll take advantage of you. Theyâll use you and throw you away like youâre nothing.â
Jungkook doesnât like to watch you cry, but itâs 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.
âYou want me to do what?â Eli scoffed, disbelieving when Jungkook offered. Heâs holding an envelope in his hand when he meets the older man, Eli puffing on a cigarette. âIsnât that like, revenge porn?â
âIâll handle all of that.â Jungkook shrugged. âJust charm her. Make her like you.â
Eli takes the envelope from Jungkookâs hand. He looks inside, the amount of cash alarming for someone his age to have, but he doesnât question it.Â
âWho is she to you?â Eli questioned wearily. âSeemâs like a lot to do to one girl. She looks sweet.â
Jungkook blinks. âAre you going to do it or not? I donât have time for your questions.â
It was you that initiated the kiss first. It was you that climbed into Jungkookâs 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 didnât 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 itâs exactly what you did.Â
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 didnât 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.
âIâve missed you.â Jungkook says against your lips, his hands roaming beneath your shirt. Your skin is so soft and smooth. âDidnât you miss us?â
Your heart pounds against your chest as you release your lips from Jungkookâs, glossy eyes looking into his. You swallow and slowly nod your head.Â
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 Jungkookâs words replay in your head - over and over. That same condescending warning - âGo find out for yourself.â
âItâs okay.â Jungkookâs soft voice brings you out of your head, your eyes focusing on him once more. âForget about it. I told you Iâll take care of it, right?â
âYeah.â
Jungkook, though offering another smile, couldnât help the way your sad eyes made his heart jolt.
âDo you wanna get some ice cream?â Jungkook questions. âIt wonât cheer you up, but itâs a start.â
You snicker humorlessly. Itâs 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.
âLater.â you murmur, leaning into Jungkook,your nose sliding against his. âI just want to forget now.â
Jungkook has always been a great distraction. It didnât 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 doesnât tease you like he sometimes does, nor does he feel the need to savor you - after all, heâs 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.Â
Your back arches when Jungkookâs tongue finds your clit. His hands hold your thighs apart tightly. Two months, he thinks, since heâs been between your legs. Two months that he had to sit by and watch you while you werenât looking and pretend that he hadnât longed for you the entire time.
Two months since Jungkook had to allow another man to touch you just to get his point across.
Itâs embarrassing how easily your body gives into Jungkook, your trembling legs only widening as he devours you, his tongue flickering back and forth hungrily. Itâs shameful just as much, you think, that you find yourself turning back to Jungkook, the same person you said you didnât need.
âI need you in me.â you demand, squeezing your eyes shut. Your voice is a bit hoarse, your throat tightening.Â
Jungkook furrows a brow. âYou havenât cum yet-â
âI donât care.â
Jungkook lifts himself from between your legs, licking his lips. Your eyes flutter open just as Jungkook removes his shirt and throws it aside. âYouâre always so stubborn.âÂ
His pants are next, his cock springing out, hard and ready. He comes closer, centering himself right between your legs.Â
âI missed you, too.â you admit just as his cock glides against your clit - do warm and pulsing. âYouâre the only one who hasnât hurt me.â
That jolt in Jungkookâs heart returns. Was it guilt heâs feeling? Your words couldnât be any less true. Jungkook was the reason why you and Jae didnât 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. Heâs allowed you to be humiliated in front of those who knew about your situation.
Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat. âIâll never hurt you, Y/N.â he murmurs - itâs what he has to tell even himself. Heâs done all of this for not only him, but for you. âI love you.â
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.Â
âI love you, too, Kook.â you moan, his cock deep inside of you. âWeâll figureâŠthis out. Together.âÂ
Jungkook slides his cock out, only the tip in. He inhales through his nose. âTogether.â he nods slightly in agreement, knowing exactly what you meant by this. Then, he slams back inside of you.Â
Two months isnât long in the slightest, but for Jungkook it was. He missed the feel of you, even outside if sex. Heâs 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 pussyâs 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.
âNo one else deserves you, Y/N,â 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. âyouâre too good for this world, thatâs why I have to protect you from it.â
Your hips buckle upwards, wanting more of Jungkookâs cock that he gives you willingly. Heâs groaning, his tongue trailing from your collarbone to the nape of your neck.
Your arms wrap around Jungkookâs 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 youâve 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.
âFeelsâŠsoâŠgoodâŠâ you say between moans, his cock hitting that sweet spot so right that it has your stomach churning.Â
You hadnât 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, heâd hold you even closer to him, not wanting for you to go.
âYouâre so pretty when youâre like this for me, baby.â Jungkook grunts, his eyes zoning in on your fucked out face. âYou can stop fighting it, Y/N. Your pussy is always going to want me.â
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.Â
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, itâs just you and him, he thinks, and no one else.Â
ââgonna c-cum.â you break the kiss first, that familiar pressure building up in your stomach.Â
âI know. I feel it.â Jungkook hisses. Thereâs sweat lining his forehead. âI missed feeling this pussy around my cock. Youâve been gone for too long.â
âI knowâŠâ you moan out, eyes fluttering close. The pressure builds further, Jungkookâs cock continuously slamming against the spongy spot that has your body jerking. â...not going anywhere anymore.â
âDamn right you arenât.â Jungkook hisses. He disconnects himself from your arms, his hands gripping your waist tightly. âNo one is going to love you like I do, Y/N.â
Jungkook lifts your hips from the bed to fuck you deeper, his nails digging into your sensitive flesh. Youâre cumming quicker than youâd expect, the next found aggression sending you over the edge, but Jungkook isnât done.
Your pussy leaves a creamy substance around Jungkookâs cock, a sight heâs missed dearly. Your breast bounced erratically and the sound of skin slapping echos off of the walls. âIâm not going to let anyone else have you. Theyâre not good.â he hisses, fucking into you harder, his hands remaining possessively on you. âAll mine - fuck.â
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. Youâve learned your lesson and understood where you belong.
Jungkookâs 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. Youâre both breathing heavily as Jungkookâs 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 doesnât want to force you into an uncomfortable conversation and all you wanted to do was forget - but it was nearly impossible to.
âI donât want to go back.â you say after a long moment of silence, so much so that Jungkook nearly doesnât hear it.
âTo school?â Jungkook murmurs a response. His fingers are tracing lazy figures on your hips. âThen donât go. You can finish online.â
You inhale deeply, shutting your eyes for a moment.
âHow am I going to explain that to them?âÂ
Jungkook doesnât have all the answers right now. âYou donât have to.â he says. âYouâre an adult, Y/N. If it comes up, just say you got overwhelmed.âÂ
You feel Jungkookâs lips on your shoulders, peppering encouraging kisses on it.
âIâm still here, remember. Iâll always be here for you.â Jungkook exclaims. âNext week, we can go together and transfer you to online classes only.â
You let out a breath. âYou actually want to be seen with me?â you say, jokingly at first, but then you remember it. The looks, the muffled voices, the smirks and knowing eyes.
âI donât worry myself with people who I donât give a damn about.â Jungkook scoffs. âYou wonât have to see any of them again.â
You snuggle deeper against Jungkookâs warm frame, pondering if this was the right thing to do. For now, you couldnât think of anything worse than going back and being around anyone - especially not those at your college.Â
âOkay.â you murmur.
Jungkook lets a small smile form onto his lips. âIâll take care of you, Y/N. I promise.â
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when did you get hot (soft yandere version)
jungkook is determined for you to forget the shy, nerdy boy you remember him as and know the man he is today - by any means necessary.
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warning: nerd/shy jungkook, mc is a bit of a bitch at first, straddling, kissing, naive teen jungkook, grinding, why did mc use jk like that??, dubcon {reader just kinda takes it one day :(}, degradation/humiliation, dirty talk, masturbation, swallowing, voyeurism, dubcon/noncon elements, mentions of postpartum & attempted infanticide, creampie, handjob
teaser
Burning desire is what it was.Â
The way your hips swayed, your uniform skirt covering just enough to not get in trouble, but displayed soft skin that Jungkook yearned to touch. He liked to think, in his own sick mind, that you were teasing him when he got a peak of your panties.
Burning desire is what it was.
Your intoxicating scent that filled his nostrils whenever you were around and lingered even after you were miles away. You smelled so amazingly feminine that Jungkook couldnât focus on anything but you the entire day.
Burning desire is what it was.
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 didnât 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. Youâd give him subtle glances that your friends never caught. Then, youâd offer short grins that he thought were grimaces, until one grin became an actual smile.
You didnât 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. âHi, Jungkook.â 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 hadnât minded that you expected him to do the whole thing. He had, giving it back to you with trembling hands right before class started.
âYouâre so smart, Kookie.â you told him when class was over, a bright red âAâ at the top of your paper. Jungkook had nearly fainted at the nickname. Something so childish wouldâve annoyed him with someone else - but coming from you, he was ecstatic.Â
Jungkook didnât care how many assignments and essays of yours he did. He even perfected your handwriting so teachers wouldnât 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 hadnât cared! You laid on your bed comfortably while he worked at your desk on an assignment that was worth the majority of your grade!
âAre you sure you donât want me to pay you Kookie? You always help me.â 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. Heâs 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 canât.
âYouâre so cute.â 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, youâd be off to college and so would he.
With that in mind, you decided to have fun with Jungkook. The type of fun youâd 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.
âYouâve never done this before?â you asked him. You had shoved the boy against your soft bed, his face flushed red and eyes wide and alarmed. Youâre straddling him, sitting against his obvious bulge. It wasnât his fault, you had stripped down into nothing but the lacy panties and bra you wore, forcing the boy to do the same. Jungkookâs mind swirls at the thought of your warm cunt just a fabric away.
âGood.â you said when Jungkook shook his head, unable to speak. Here you were further torturing an obvious virgin - but you havenât seen one like him before. At 18, boys were bragging about who they fucked and where.Â
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 Jungkookâs hands on your waist before going to take off your bra. This is the closest heâs been to a naked woman before. The only pair of breasts heâs seen prior to this was behind a screen - he finds that this was better.Â
You could have whoever you wanted - Jungkook wasnât the only one grappling at your feet. However, he was the submissive one. His adoration for you exceeded anything youâve ever experienced. Beneath you, heâs moaning, eyes glossy with overstimulating pleasure - you want to laugh at the sight of him nearly crying, but you werenât that much of a bitch.
âSomeone as pathetic as you probably never kissed no one before.â Â you said, leaning down so your bare chest is against his.
Youâre 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. Heâs cumming, humiliated at how easy it was for him to cum all over himself.Â
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 Jungkookâs - an action he allows with ease. You want to laugh at how pathetic he was, taking whatever youâd give him.
Humiliating Jungkook didnât end there. You wanted to see how far you could take Jungkook. Each time he (secretly) came to your home, youâd 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 donât ask Jungkookâs permission when you sinked yourself onto his cock one day, but he also didnât appear upset. Heâs 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.
âYou should be happy that someone like me is taking your virginity.â you told him, nails digging into his shoulders, your walls squeezing around his cock. âDoesnât my pussy feel good, Kookie? Arenât you happy to be fucking me right now?â
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 heâs moaning like a girl. Heâs 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 heâs never felt before, that Jungkook doesnât know what to do. Heâs seeing stars in his line or vision that he blurts the first thing that comes to mind as you and he are cumming.
âI love you.â 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 doesnât bother looking at.Â
13 years since you ended it all. After his pathetic âI love youâ, you had told him to leave. You hadnât 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 heâll take it out on innocent women in the future, heâd laugh. He wasnât an asshole. He wasnât 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 youâve 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 didnât love her mother in the slightest and wouldnât have thought about her twice if she hadnât 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 wasnât an option, however. He didnât 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 âbrokeâ 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 wasnât proud of, but would do again.
Jungkook clears his thoughts, remembering your application on his screen. You returned into Jungkookâs 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 heâd be damn if he let you go again.
âHello,â you say to the woman who greets you at the front desk. Itâs eerily silent in the large building when you arrive, your heels clicking against the too-clean marble floors. âI was scheduled for an interview today.â
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.Â
âHe should be ready for you.â she states. Sheâs chewing gum, humming to herself when she pushes her computer chair away and stands. âFollow me.â she states, waving her hand.
The woman rounds the corner of the front desk and leads you to a set of elevators. âHeâs on the top floor.â she states. âThis elevator will take you right to his office.â
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 isnât 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 hadnât 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.
âWeâre here.â the woman states as the elevator comes to a stop.Â
The elevator doors open to a large office. You notice immediately that the woman wasnât 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 couldnât 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.
âSir,â the woman states, and itâs then you remember you were supposed to be here for an interview. You stand a bit straighter. âY/L Y/N is here for her interview.â
The woman steps aside, motioning you to step forward. Your eyes trail upwards towards the desk, the high chair swaying slightly.
âWould you like for me to serve you two anything to drink?â the woman asks. âPlease, sit.â she tells you, motioning for you to sit across from the desk. The manâs chair is turned towards the large window, possibly looking outside at the view he was blessed with.
âThatâll be unnecessary, Lei.â the deep voice says. The chair turns are just as you take a seat in the leather chair across from the large desk.Â
Your eyes meet dark ones and for a moment, youâre stunned.
Jungkook looks at you, his eyes unreadable. For years, heâs 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 hasnât felt since he was a teenager. You were even more beautiful than the picture, he thinks. Youâve grown over the last decade, seemingly glistening underneath the lighting of his office. He can smell your perfume from where heâs sitting, a lavender scent that entices his senses.
âHello.â Jungkook says, squinting his eyes a bit as he stares back at you. You hadnât 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 hadnât 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.Â
Your brows knit together, your eyes trailing back to the manâs face. His eyes, though dark and narrow, are familiar - and they tell you exactly who he was.
âJungâŠkook?â
Jungkook doesnât show what heâs 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.
âY/N.â Jungkook responds coolly. Â
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.
âAre you going to speak?â Jungkook asks you, tilting your head. âOr are you this silent with all your interviews? If so, I suppose that explains the gap in your employment history.â
Youâre dumbfounded by Jungkookâs words, completely taken aback. Ten years is a long time indeed, and youâre not upset that he speaks to you as if you were beneath him.
You were beneath him.
Your palms grow sweaty and suddenly, youâre brought back to high school, but instead you were someone like Jungkook. A shy and meek person who hid and remained quiet. Who didnât 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.
âIâmâŠIâm sorry-â 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. âSit down.â
You do.
Jungkook isnât sure what he would say to you if he ever saw you again. He wasnât sure what heâd do. Would he ask you why you used him? Would he ask whyâd 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.
âItâs been a long time.â Jungkook says, placing a tattooed hand onto his desk. âHow are you?â
Your lip twitches. âIâm doing okay.â you say low. It wasnât a lie. You were doing okay, just not great. Not as good as him, obviously. âYouâreâŠâ
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 heâs become - he didnât want to hear it if so. Heâs heard it many times before.
â...still cute.â you finish, swallowing the lump in your throat. Cute wasnât 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.
Jungkookâs lips form a straight line, his eyes continuing to narrow at you.
âCute?â Jungkook scoffs.
âIâm sorry.â you blurt out, mentally cursing at yourself from speaking to him as if he was your equal. âI shouldnât have said that. YouâŠyouâreâŠâ you donât want to say the wrong thing. â...Iâm glad youâve become so successful, Jungkook. I always knew you would.â
Under Jungkookâs 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.
âDid you?â
Jungkook speaks after what feels like a millennium.
You nod your head.
âWhy?â
You squeeze your hand shut. Itâs what you did when you were nervous.
âYou were always so smart.â you murmur, glancing away. âIn all our classes. You were at the top of our grade.â
Jungkook tilts his head. He leans back in his desk chair. âAnd what about you?â he questions. âWhere has a decade brought you?â
The question is one you couldâve expected from him. You donât have a response and he knows it. If a decade had brought you as good of a fortune as it did him, you wouldnât be across from him right now.
âItâs ironic.â
Jungkook doesnât continue until your eyes meet his.Â
âYou and IâŠwe did a full circle, didnât we?â
Jungkookâs stare is so intense that you want to look away from him, but you donât. Heâs commanding your attention.
âBack then, you needed me to do your homework and whatever assignments. And now, you need me again. This time for a job.â
You bite the inside of your cheek at Jungkookâs words. Thereâs a smirk forming on his lips, he knows he struck a nerve in you.
âAre you running out of money, Y/N?â Jungkook questions, his tone lowering as if to keep the conversation between just you and him - even in an empty office. âAre you behind on your bills? Facing eviction?â
âI donât need you.â you shake your head, voice breathy.Â
âThatâs a lie.â Jungkook scoffs. âYou donât think I did a background check on you?â
Jungkook chuckles at your pathetic attempts to regain control. Â
âPeople like me,â Jungkook begins, leaning forward. âhave access to whatever I want to see. I know about that car thatâs been repossessed. I know about the jobs you do to keep yourself afloat. I know about the loans.â
Your stomach churns, nausea building up inside of you. Your hands continue to squeeze, Jungkookâs taunting voice replaying over and over in your head.Â
âI know that this is your only call back, right? To think that Y/N,â Jungkook finds your hurt eyes pleasing for him. âthe once popular girl that was loved by everyone would be the exact opposite of what sheâs supposed to be. A loser who has nothing.â
Jungkookâs words sting. Itâs a slap in the face, but he was correct and that fact is what hurt the most.
âIs that why you accepted the interview?â you quip. âTo rub it in my face that youâre better than me, Jungkook?â
Jungkook shrugs. âYes.â he responds cooly. âTo be honest with you, Y/N, I never thought Iâd see you again.â he admits. âBut then your interview came to me and it brought back memories.â
You blink a few times to get rid of the glossiness in your eyes.
âIâm willing to help you.â
Your surprised look has Jungkook scoffing.
âIâm not a monster, Y/N, but Iâm no longer a fool.â Jungkook states. âThe job is yours.â
Your mouth falls open. âWâŠWhat?â
âTheâŠjobâŠisâŠyours.â Jungkook sounds each word out. âBut you do as I say.â
Your breathing grows heavy.
âIâll handle all of your debt. Iâll make sure you have a better apartment and a car to drive. All paid by me.â
âWhy are you doing this?â you shake your head. It all sounded too tempting, but youâd be idiotic to not know there was a catch in all of this.
âIf you donât want to accept, I wonât offer. The elevator is right behind you, Y/N.â 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. âYouâll have to find another job, however, and we know you donât have much time until youâre kicked out of your apartment.â
âWhat,â you sigh out. âdo you want?â
Jungkook doesnât respond. Instead, he stands, desk chair rolling a few inches behind him. Heâs 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.
âI want you to listen to me, Y/N.â Jungkook responds. âI want you to do as I say. And in return, Iâll get you out of this hole you put yourself into.â
When you donât respond, Jungkook says, âOkay?â
Hesitantly, you nod your head.
âGood.â Jungkook murmurs, his grip on your chin loosening.Â
Jungkook presses his lips against yours. His lips are soft and he kisses you as if heâs done it a million times before, so natural and relaxed. The action catches you by surprise, but you donât push him away like you initially wouldâve.
âStand up.â Jungkook says against your lips.
You do as youâre told, trembling legs daring to give out.
Jungkook places both hands onto your cheeks, guiding you to look up at him.Â
âYouâre still beautiful, Y/N.â Jungkook murmurs. âAre you going to behave?â
Your lips quiver and you nod your head slowly.
âGood.â Jungkook repeats. âIâll have everything for you tomorrow.â
Jungkook watches the way your eyes begin to turn glossy again and he wants to laugh at how pathetic you look.
âYou do as I say, okay?â Jungkook nods his head along with you. âIf not, Iâll take everything you have away from you in a blink of an eye. No one would hire you.â
Jungkookâs thumb swipes away a tear at the corner of your eye that threatens to slide down your cheek. He chuckles slightly.Â
âIâd taken care of you before, Y/N, Iâll do it again, okay?â he murmurs. âAs long as you listen, youâll have it all.â
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 youâd fuck him if he hadnât told you that he loved you like an idiot, but those days of thinking are over. Heâs aggressive when he pushes against his desk, his crotch against your ass.Â
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.
Jungkookâs nose is at the nap of your neck, inhaling that lavender scent thatâs so womanly against you. His hands roam upwards, cupping your breast tightly, causing another yelp to escape your lips.
âJungkook!â
Your voice is so small when you say his name. Itâs that moment Jungkook realizes that youâre trembling in his embrace.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jungkook asks against your neck, his hands lowering from your breast, but not because heâs going to move away. They hook underneath your shirt to touch your soft, smooth skin.
Your lips part, but you donât 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, youâd have it all.
âAre you going to act like you donât like the way Iâm touching you?â 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. âAre you still friends with them?â
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.Â
âN-No.â you admit sheepishly.
Jungkook hums. His eyes closed for a moment, his mind thinking back to that time. Itâs a time in his life he only thinks about when heâs left in his own thoughts. However, having you here so close to him causes the nostalgia from his past life to return.
âThe prettiest girls that anyoneâs ever seenâŠâ Jungkook murmurs, continuing to tug at your nipples, his hips rutting against your ass.
You swallow, eyes fluttering close, thighs quivering.Â
â...eyes always gleaming, and yet so mean. Such a corrupt group of girls you all were.â
You donât want to think about how you and your friends acted in high school. Itâs not something youâre proud of, youâd admit. You were a mean person - especially to Jungkook. You used him simply because you knew you could.Â
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. âOh, so you do like this?âÂ
Jungkookâs 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 donât respond. You donât know how to, you think, as youâre positive this was really happening right now. Right here - with Jungkook.
Jungkook finds that youâre 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 itâs ever had before in a long time. He feels the adrenaline flow through his veins, so fiery and rapid. Itâs as if heâs a teenager again back in your bedroom, far away from the rest of the world; just you and him.Â
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, Jungkookâs already entering two fingers inside of you.
âS-Stop!â you yelp, body warming with such humiliation.
Your mouth falls open when Jungkookâs 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.
âYou donât really want me to stop.â Jungkook says, his mouth against your neck. âDonât you want the job?â
Your fingers clench the edge of the desk as Jungkook continues to pump his fingers. Youâre 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.
âAh~â
Your legs tremble and you shake your head. Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as your pussy squeezes around his violating fingers.Â
âI know it feels good, Y/N.â Jungkook licks at the nape of your neck, trailing it up until he reaches your ear. âYouâre drenched. Youâre so tight, too. Whenâs the last time you got fucked?â
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.Â
Jungkook removes his fingers before placing a harsh slap against your ass. You squeal just as his tongue trails along your ear.Â
âHow about you show me how much you want the job, Y/N?â murmurs Jungkook, his breath tickling your ear, causing your body to warm up even more. âOr you can leave and find somewhere else to work. Fast food is always hiring.â
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 heâs thought about you after all these years? Howâs much heâs longed for you, even if it was just for one night?
You couldnât have. If you did, you wouldâve called his bluff.
You wouldâve left.
Instead, you widen your legs, pressing yourself against his clothed bulge. You donât say a word, but Jungkook understands entirely.
Itâs 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.
Jungkookâs cock is out and before you have a chance to look at it for the first time in years, heâs entering you. Your moans catches in your throat when he ruts into you like a madman; a starved man whoâs just got exactly what he wanted.
Jungkookâs heart pumps erratically, the feeling of your bare pussy is ecstasy, a sensation heâs longed for for years. Something heâs tried to replicate with countless women - all who left him unsatisfied.Â
âS-Slow down!â your right hand places itself onto his chest, your fingers curling around the expensive fabric.Â
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.Â
âAre you on birth control?âÂ
Your eyes widen and you shake your head.Â
âHm,â Jungkook hums, that sparkle in his eye returning. âIâm not going to pull out.â 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.Â
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 youâd grow up to be.Â
You donât want to give into the sick pleasure that Jungkook is giving. Itâs too much history between the two of you, even if said history only lasted for a single school year. Itâs evident that he harbors some type of feeling towards you, even if said feelings were lustful hatred. Itâs 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 wasnât 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.Â
âFor someone that told me to stop, you sure are drenched.â Jungkook snickers.Â
Your hand is still clenching his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric; but you and he both know he doesnât care about that now. He leans forward , hovering above your body. His mouth is slightly agape, rushed moans coming through them.Â
You donât say anything. Thereâs 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.Â
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 heâs uncaring. Anyone could enter right through that elevator and witness him fucking you like a whore, and even if they did, he wouldnât stop.Â
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.
âUh- ah!â Jungkookâs 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.
âFuck.â Jungkook groans, slamming into you with no regard to how overstimulated you were now. Itâs the constant reminder of who you and he were now and who truly held the power.Â
Your eyes are rolling, body shuddering and toes curling. With the way Jungkook is squeezing your breast, youâre 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.Â
âStop pushing yourself away.â 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. âI have a meeting in ten minutes and you need to make me cum in five.â
Jungkookâs 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 donât fight him - youâre 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.
 Youâre unaware of how loud youâve 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.
â-gonna cum!â 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.Â
âThen cum.â Jungkook growls. He finds that he isnât 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.Â
You cum hard, your body shaking with too much pleasure for one person to handle. Jungkookâs suckling onto your chest hard, the pain mixing with pleasure sends shock waves throughout your entire body.Â
âIâm going to cum in you.â Jungkook says, voice raspy against your breast. âMake you all mine again.â
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. Thereâs sweat lining his forehead and he feels tired, a sensation he hasnât even felt after hours at the gym.
For a moment, itâs 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, Jungkookâs 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.Â
âHere.â
Itâs Jungkook who speaks first. Heâs already dressed and appearing ready to go. He holds out a rectangular paper towards you. When you grab it, you notice that itâs a check.Â
âWhat-â
âConsider this a sign on bonus.â Jungkook speaks, his eyes trained on you.
You swallow, your eyes scanning the amount on said check. Youâve never seen a sign on bonus like this. Your palms grow sweaty.
âWhy are you doing this?â your voice is small and meek; nothing like the teenage girl he remembers. âThis isâŠtoo much.â
Jungkook blinks. âItâs enough to get you out of that hole youâre in.â he reminds. âItâs pocketchange.â
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. âHow do you even know Iâll be back?â you dare to say. Not too loud or confidently, but Jungkook hears you. âI can just take this and leave. Itâs legitimate.â
âYou can.â Jungkook laughs. He genuinely laughs in your face as if he doesnât care what you do with the pocket change he gives you. âYou can walk out that door and never come back. But you wonât.â
Your heart thumps when Jungkook takes a few steps before heâs standing in front of you.
âYouâll come back tomorrow like Iâm telling you now,â he murmurs. âand Iâll probably fuck you again. Youâll let me. And Iâll pay you even more. Iâll do this as much as I want because we know youâll let me.â
You donât even feel it until Jungkookâs hand is on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tear that falls.
âDonât cry, Y/N. I said Iâll help you, right?â Jungkook murmurs. Was it psychotic that he enjoyed your tears? Possibly. âAre you good with kids?â
You blink. âW-What?â
âAre you good with kids?â Jungkook repeats. âMy daughter-â
âYou have a child?â you push yourself away from him as if he burned you. âAre youâŠa-are you married?â
Jungkook snickers and rolls his eyes. âIf I was married, would I have fucked you?â he asks. Yes, he would have. But that wasnât the point. âIâm not married. Her mother isnât in the picture.â he shrugs his shoulders. âAbandoned her.â
It wasnât the full truth, but you didnât need that, Jungkook thinks.Â
âI,â Jungkook begins. His eyes flicker to the clock on his wall. He had a meeting in around two minutes. âbelieve she needs a woman. I have no sisters and she doesnât have any cousins. All the nannies I find are old and for that, I can just have my mother watch her.â
You blink a few times.
Jeon Jungkook is a father.
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
âI intended on actually paying you to do work. Not just fuck you in my office.â Jungkook knits his brows. âThough Iâm not opposed-â
âAre you sure you want to bring me around your child?â
Jungkook tilts his head. âWhy should I not?â he asks.Â
Jungkook doesnât tell you that he has no intentions of letting you go anywhere. That would surely scare you off. He doesnât 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 âmaternal instinctsâ were in women.
âFine.â you murmur, your palms growing sweaty.Â
âGood.â Jungkook smiles low. âIâll forward you the details via email, then.â 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. âAfter all these years, Y/N, Iâm glad to see you.â
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
jungkook, a wealthy ceo, hears of an underground socialite party on christmas eve and attends, unaware of what he was truly getting himself into.
word count: 4.502
warning: smut, orgy scenes, kissing, voyeurism, blood sucking, yandere elements (soft), secret society type vibe, oral sex (f/m), handjobs, coercion, blindfolds, slight sub!jungkook, slight dom!reader, fingering/clit play, nipple sucking, finger sucking, dirty talk,
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âSir,âÂ
The interior hall is grand and, for a mansion such as this, dark. The chandelier high above that hangs still onto the ceiling isnât on, the lights off completely. Instead, hundreds of candles are illuminating the mansion, flickering gold light dancing off of the marble floors and stoned walls.Â
Immediately, Jungkook notices the decorated ceiling upon entering the ballroom. Itâs 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.Theyâre 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.
âYes?â Jungkook responds, his voice muffled due to the mask heâs wearing - identical to the man across from him. Itâs 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.Â
âThe password?â the man questions.
Like Jungkook, heâs 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.Â
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 heâs playing passionately, nodding his head back and forth along to the piano keys.
Thereâs chattering dancing off of the high walls, all cloaked and masked figures. Jungkook thinks heâs stepped into another world entirely.
Jungkook hadnât 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 hadnât 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 ballroomâs 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.Â
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 wasnât 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 heâs fucked so disrespectfully.Â
âYou must be new here.â
That voice startled Jungkook back into reality. He hadnât 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.Â
Youâre naked, he takes in, yet you arenât like the women who are all maskless. Youâre 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.
âWhat makes you say that?â
âYou look like a kid at a candy store.âÂ
You take a few steps closer to him. You reach out to touch his shoulder, already knowing itâd be stiff.Â
âYouâve been walking around looking, but havenât touched anything.â
Jungkook releases a shaky breath when you press yourself against him now, your breast right against his chest. Youâre so close that he swears he witnesses your eyes behind the black holes that are the eye sockets.
âDo you like what youâve seenâŠ?â you murmur, voice so low that itâs only audible to the ear closest to you. âI can show you more.â
Jungkook takes a deep breath. Heâs unsure how his mind seemingly blurs the background out, focusing on you entirely. Itâs 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.Â
âDo youâŠdo you come here often?â
A hand trickles up Jungkookâs side before snaking its way around his neck. Chills follow behind your cool hand, Jungkook feels intoxicated by the second.
âWe all do.â you murmur a response. âAsking questions like thatâŠâ your fingers tap at the back of his neck. â...would cause suspicion. Donât talk too loud. Donât ask again.â
Thereâs something in Jungkookâs 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.
âCome with me.â 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.Â
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 doesnât scurry away from you.
âAre you alone during the holidays?â 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 mustâve 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. Itâs minimal, not decorated and only displaying twinkling, warm flashing lights.Â
âYes.â Jungkook answers truthfully. Isnât it obvious - he was attending a massive sex party. There wasnât 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 youâd touch. Your naked body crashed against his clothed one, the dark eye sockets of your mask peering right at him.
Jungkookâs breathing quickens, all muffled by the mask. He wants to touch you - to hold you even closer to him - but he doesnât.Â
âWhat are you looking for here, Jungkook?â
Jungkook is surprised he hadnât 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 hadnât realized heâs never told you his name, yet you knew.Â
âSomethingâs got your tongue?â you giggle.
Jungkook cannot see your face, so when he hears your voice in his mind - a âTouch meâ command - he complies. He doesnât 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.
âYou just want to have fun?â
Jungkook nods his head, once more not realizing whatâs 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.
âI can show you how elites have fun.â
You donât 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. Theyâre naked, their lips all over the otherâs bodies and such pornagraphic moans echoing off the high walls. Jungkook follows behind you, the door seemingly closing on its own.Â
âLadiesâŠâ
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.
âThis is Jungkook,â you say, lifting a hand towards the man behind you. âand heâs here to have fun~â
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.Â
âSit down.â Jungkook hears it again - in his mind. His ears donât perk the way they would've if he heard your honey-laced voice flow through them. But like before, he doesnât question, he just does as heâs told.Â
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 isnât 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, itâs you that ultimately has Jungkookâs attention.You stand behind the women. He doesnât need to see your eyes to know youâre staring down right at him, your presence commanding and powerful - his cock twitches instantly.
âTake your mask off.â
Jungkook blinks once - then twice. You were speaking to him now, his ears perking. For a moment heâs 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.
âOh~â
One woman marvels at Jungkookâs handsome face, pressing her cheek against his knee with widened eyes.Â
Jungkook drops his mask onto the carpeted rug around them, nervously looking at you for approval, though heâd wonât be able to truly witness it. Now, itâs noticeable that his eyes peer at your naked body hungrily, his mind racing and heart thumping outside his chest - but you knew that already.
âYouâre cute.â
Jungkook straightens his shoulders as you come closer to him, hips swaying in a way that heâs never seen prior, so seductively and with such confidence. He audibly gasps as you come closer, stopping right beside him. Heâs 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.
âYou donât like to be called cute.â
A soft hand places itself onto Jungkookâs cheek. Itâs cool but comforting to the touch. Instantly, he finds himself leaning into it, his eyes glancing up to your masked face.
âBut you are cuteâŠso new to this world.â you murmur, leaning down to face him. Your fingers tap along his cheek, sliding upwards to his soft hair. âYou donât even know what youâve gotten yourself into.â
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.Â
âTake the cloak off.â
For a moment Jungkook believes youâre speaking to him. However, itâs 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 wouldnât have to dress for the occasion as he wouldnât be without his mask or cloak.
âSo handsome~â murmured unison from the woman, their hands pulling and tugging all over Jungkookâs body, yet and still he licks his lips as his fluttering eyes look at you - the white mask staring back at him.
âYou want to see my face?â you giggle.You read Jungkookâs mind perfectly that he ponders if he was truly that precise. âNot yetâŠyouâve not earned it.â
Jungkookâs 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. âCan IâŠtouch you?â
âHmmm,â you tilt your head.Â
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.
âYou want to have fun, right?â you murmur.
Jungkook nods instantly, his cock being tugged out of his boxer briefs. It twitches instantly, pre-cum leaking down the shaft.Â
You let go of Jungkookâs hair, pushing yourself away from him. He watches with fluttering eyes as you make your way behind him, your heels clicking away. His eyes couldnât follow you forever and only when youâre out of sight is when his attention turns back to the women.
âI-â
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 doesnât realize youâre back until you place that cool, soft hand onto his cheek.
âHaving fun?â 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.
âHere,â you lift up a satin, black ribbon. âfor even more fun.â
You wrap the ribbon around Jungkookâs eyes, tying it around his head. The lack of sight has Jungkookâs heart racing for whatâs to come. He isnât expecting a pair of glossy lips to find his own almost instantly. He melts into said kiss, knowing that itâs you - your sweet lips that taste of cherries.
Jungkook isnât sure if heâd ever be in this position. Heâs never met a woman that would be considered âdominantâ before. Heâs pudding in your hands, fully submissive to whatever you give him - and he likes it.
Your tongue forces Jungkookâs lips apart and slides into his mouth easily. Your hand presses onto Jungkookâs 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.
âUh -ah!â
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.
âGot a little carried away~â you hum.
Jungkook licks his lips, swallows then nods. âM-Me, too.â
You snicker - Jungkook was far too cute for his own good. Innocent for a place like this where more than just sex occurs.Â
Jungkook groans, his head falling back into the arm chairs, his thighs trembling. The wet squelching noises catch his ears and heâs almost thankful that he couldnât see what the women were doing. Such a lewd sight would surely have him losing his mind.
âIt feels good, doesnât it?â you say, so close to his face that your breath tickles his nose. Jungkook turns blindly towards your voice, nodding. âYou have such a pretty cock, Kookie.â
Thereâs 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.
âDonât be bashful.â you sing-song. âSuch a pretty cock you have, so thick and longâŠIâm so wet thinking about it inside of me.â
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.
âCan IâŠCan I feel how wet you are?â
Jungkook isnât 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. Heâs being pumped for everything he has, treated like some type of fuck doll for their amusement.
âYouâve been good.â you tell him. âSo Iâll let you~â
A soft hand grasps his own. Youâre 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.
âShit.â 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. âYour pussy itâsâŠitâs so wet.â
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 doesnât 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 Jungkookâs fingers pump inside of you. His palm rubs against your clit, more added stimulation. âMaybe youâre dirtier than I thought, Kookie.â
With a sudden pop, Jungkook releases your nipple. His fingers continue to pump deeper inside of you - faster. âI know youâd feel good around me.â
âTalk dirty too, huh?â you couldnât help but squeal. âIs that what you want, Kookie? To feel my pussy around your cock?â
âFuck, yes.â Jungkook groans. His free hand lifts to grasp you. Itâs your back to tug you closer to him, his lack of sight not halting his desire for you. âYouâre so wet and w-warmâŠâ he trembles visibly, goosebumps littering his skin. â...and so gorgeous.â
âYouâre talking like youâre in love.â you snicker, your thighs clenching around his hand. Arousal trickles down your thighs embarrassingly slow. âA man with such a cute face like yours but a dirty mouth~â
Your eyes trail to the woman at Jungkookâs feet. Their attention turns to you almost as if on command. âGo elsewhere.â
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.Â
Itâs fast, Jungkook thinks, that he doesnât even have a moment to ponder anything else. Youâve gone from hovering above him, his long fingers deep inside of you to you straddling him, your thighs on either side of him.
âW-What-â
Then you sink down on his cock, your tight pussy wrapping firmly around him that he doesnât 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.
âJust as I expected~â your honey-laced voice speaks to him. âyour cock does feel good, and all for me.â
Jungkookâs 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 ohâs, the ahâs and the groaning fuuuuccckkkâs.
Your breasts bounce in Jungkookâs face, he feels them. He wishes he can see how perfect you look right now, but he doesnât 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.Â
âI feel like Iâm in Heaven.â Jungkook whimpers and you couldnât help but laugh.
âYouâre far from it.â you state, but he doesnât 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. âHow much do you want me, Kookie?â
âSo much!â Jungkook presses his lips to your chest, peppering wet kisses to your cool skin. âSo, so muchâŠwant you all night.â
âAaaall night?â your hips grind, his cock so deep in you. âWould you let me do whatever I wanted to you?â
Your lips twitch upwards. Your hands find their way to Jungkookâs hair again, this time untying the silk ribbon. It loosens and falls. Jungkookâs 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.
Jungkookâs breath hitches, your eyes captivating him.
âYouâre going to let me do whatever I want to you.â It isnât a question, itâs a command. Your eyes zone in on Jungkookâs, his pupils shrinking smaller as he stares into yours.
âYes.â Jungkook murmurs, captivated by you - your beauty, your essence.Â
Your lips form a smile, one that has Jungkookâs heart racing.Â
âCome here,â you command.Â
Jungkook does, and as soon as heâs closer, your hand snatches his soft hair. You yank him hard enough to bare his neck, your teeth sinking into delicate skin.Â
Jungkook screams, the sudden action catching him completely off guard, but he doesnât move. He finds that he canât move. The excruciating pain that flows through his body mixes perfectly with the pleasure of your pussy - youâre 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, Jungkookâs 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. Heâs confused, hurt - and even more aroused. His stomach churns, your nonestop grinding only has his whimpering.
âGo ahead and cum, Kookie. You know you want to~âÂ
Even with that bloodlust look in your eyes and his own blood on your lips, you appear even more beautiful to him, a sight heâs never truly seen before. He finds as even when his eyes flutter close does he feel the same euphoric sensation flow through him.
Jungkookâs 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 heâs afraid to even ask - or think of.
âLook at me.â
Jungkook hears it again, your voice in his head. His eyes flutter open, glossy as before. His neck hurts, blood pooling from the bite youâve caused.Â
âYouâre going to fuck me all night.â you command, beautiful eyes staring right into his shrinking ones. âYouâre going to let me feed from you all night.â
âYes.â Jungkook murmurs. His cock springs hard once more.
âAnd when itâs dawn, youâre going to forget about everything that you saw here.â
Jungkookâs 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.
âYes.â Jungkook agrees, burying his cock deep inside of you.Â
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 doesnât 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; heâs asleep.
Jungkook springs awake when a loud knock sounds.
âWhatâŠ?â
âLong night?â
Bright light engulfs his eyes entirely. He shields them away from his eyes.
âYouâve missed the meeting you set up.â
Yunaâs voice. His assistant begins to draw the curtains in his dark bedroom.
âI told you blackout curtains were dangerous, but you never listen.â Yuna sighs with a shake of her head. âIve rescheduled the meeting for this evening, gives you enough time to get ready and - oh. You look terrible.â
Jungkook feels terrible. His throat is dry and his body feels far too weak to even stand.
âDid you make it to the party?â Yuna questions. âHowâd you get home?â
âWhat party?â Jungkook asks, furrowing his brows. âIâve never left hereâŠâ
Yuna shakes her head. âWell then. You have two hours until the meeting. I canât believe youâve slept all the way until the afternoon!â she sighs out. âIâm coming to get you myself tomorrow morning when we close on this deal. You wonât be fucking this up, Kook. My own raise is on the line! You promised!â
Jungkook falls into his pillows, drawing Yunaâs voice out entirely. His head is pounding with more questions than answers.