Jen

— day by day series by hansoulmates

dilf!jungkook x best friend!reader | angst, pining, best friends to lovers, eventual fluff & smut

— mind games series by yerion

strict!jungkook x reader | fluff, sexual tension, mutual pining, slowburn, strangers to lovers, gamer au, roommates au

— let the light in one shot by gukslut

boyfriend!jungkook x depressed!reader | hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, established relationship

— born sinner series by 1kook

church boy!jungkook x reader | smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, religion discussions (catholic guilt!)

— falling into you series by kookingtae *

shy/nerd!jungkook x badgirl!reader | heavy angst, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, college au

— oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates one shot by ot7always

roommate!jungkook x reader | smut, fluff, college au

— aim for the heart series by writemywaytoyourheart

hitman!jungkook x teacher!reader | heavy angst (violence, abuse) fluff, slow burn, mutual pining

— rattled series by gukslut *

single dad!jungkook x reader | angst, healing, smut, friends to lovers

— distractions one shot by 1kook *

gamer!jungkook x reader | smut, established relationship

— mind of mine series by yslkook

badboy!jungkook x shy/reserved!reader | angst, fluff, eventual smut, toxic relationships

— cozy thief one shot by bratkook

roommate!jungkook x reader | smut, fluff, mutual pining

— selfie series by whatifyoulivelikethat *

oppa's bestfriend!jungkook x SHINEE fangirl!reader | hurt/comfort (anxiety, depression), smut, loons to lovers

— guk & holly series by taetaespeaches *

idol!jungkook x reader | smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

(this is the masterlist to a long term couple series i highly recommend reading)

↳ i dreamt of meeting you for years part of the long term couple series *

idol!jungkook x reader | bittersweet fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship

— sex education (part one) by extravaguk

brother's bestfriend!jungkook x virgin!reader | fluff, smut, college au

read sex education 2.0 here

— shiver series by hansolmates *

badboy!jungkook x churchgirl!reader | fluff, smut, angst (coercion, catholic guilt), childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits

— yin to my yang one shot by lushtans

bestfriend!jungkook x reader | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, friends to lovers

blurbs, drabbles & scenarios

— "you never believe me! if i told you right now that i love you, would you even believe me?” by v-hope

bestfriend!jungkook x reader | fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, non idol au

— tingle by hansolmates

tattoo artist!jungkook x tattoed!reader | sexual tension, smut, pining, established relationship

— “i think i just really need a hug + i hate myself for doing this to you. to us." by honeytae

boyfriend!jungkook! x reader | hurt/comfort, established relationship

— soft nights by softguks

idol!jungkook x reader | slight angst, comfort, humor, fluff, established relationship

— jk + squirting by ubemango

jungkook x reader | smut, established relationship

— jk + spitting by ubemango

jungkook x reader | smut, slight fluff, established relationship

— in which you come home drunk and jungkook is confused the entire time by onlyswan

boyfriend!jungkook x reader ft. bam | established relationship, fluff

— "you've kissed me like fifty times today" by v-hope

Jeongguk feels so guilty when he lets his mind wander to you like that.

But that’s not even the worst of it. It’s even harder when Nari is at Dasom’s.

That’s when it really hits him– how intertwined you had become in his life.

You’re not there anymore, but you’re still everywhere.

You’re in the kitchen when he wakes up to make his morning coffee. In his shirt with sleepy eyes and a hopeless smile on your face as you laugh embarrassed. Telling him in your slightly scratchy morning voice that you had wanted to surprise him with his americano, but you couldn’t figure out the ‘fancy, high-tech’ coffee machine.

He can’t even remember how many times he showed you how to work it. You were able to figure out the blender eventually, but the Jura he splurged on seemed to have been a lost cause.

You’re in his closet when he picks out his clothes; you’re picking out some of his to wear as your own, too. You’re in the articles of clothing you left behind, still taking up space in his dresser just as much as you’re still taking up space in his head.

You’re on the couch with him when he settles down after work, fidgeting because you were never able to sit still for very long. Going back and forth between having your feet tucked underneath you, and outstretched on the recliner. Between having your head in your hand, and in his lap.

Jeongguk will say that he’s able to get through a series, a movie, a documentary– much faster, and he’s able to remember the premise a lot better now that he doesn’t have you constantly asking him questions about the plot. Questions you would have found the answer to eventually if you would have just watched. An annoying, yet cute and endearing tendency of yours that he misses more than he thought he would and more than he probably should.

➙ SERIES

daddy jk [♡💌]

↸ family au | domestic

⇒ SUMMARY | a series of drabbles following the lives of married dilf jk & mom oc

➙ ONE-SHOTS

prima notca [♡☁️]

↸ royalty au | king!jungkook | virgin reader

⇒ SUMMARY | It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet.

aren't we all sinners? [♡]

↸ sacrilege | ghostbusters!jk, nun!reader

⇒ SUMMARY | ghosts in a church was as normal as sinners in a confessional. so normal, you didn't bat an eyelash when the local ghostbusters were called in yet again for another job. what did bat your eyelash, though, was one ghostbuster in particular. and he was about to find out just how a confession works.

fatal attraction [♡]

↸ horror | jennifer's body AU | virgin!jk | succubus!reader

⇒ SUMMARY | “You’re killing people?” “No. I’m killing boys.” aka. Jeon Jungkook is in for the night of his life when the most popular girl in school asks him to the dance. But there's an evil lurking in the town, something that might lead to his death - and the worst dance ever.

↺ DRABBLE [1] [2] + ▷ PLAYLIST

➙ DRABBLES

cocked and loaded [♡]

↸ crime au | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | detective jeon catches you in a shootout right before you escape your group's most recent heist

easter bunny [♡]

↸ church au | sacrilege | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | church youth group leaders Jungkook & oc are nowhere to be found during the Easter picnic!

swap me(a)t ft. yoongi [♡]

↸ sugar daddy!AU | college bf!AU | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | best friends share everything. even their sugar daddies.

competitive side ft. Namjoon [♡]

↸ threesome | shy!jungkook | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | Rushing off to basketball practice mid-makeout session, your fuckbuddy Kim Namjoon leaves you stranded in his apartment. So who’s he to complain when you wander into the next room and find your needs fulfilled by his shy roommate, Jungkook?

➙ MISC DRABBLES

➙ SERIES

your eyes tell [♡💌☁️]

↸ royalty au | infidelity | forbidden relationship

⇒ SUMMARY | he knew it was wrong. he knew he could pay for it with his life. but how could he stop, when your eyes sought his and baited true passion in its throe?

daddy tae [♡💌]

↸ family au | domestic

⇒ SUMMARY | a series of drabbles about dilf!taehyung and mom oc

➙ DRABBLES

secret parts of Fortune [♡]

↸ secret relationship | 16th century au

⇒ SUMMARY | oh to be young and in love and sneaking around with your lover, and have filthy dirty sex in a hotel room.

do it better [♡][20+ audience]

↸ age gap | infidelity | roleplay

⇒ SUMMARY | you've been begging your boyfriend to roleplay with you for ages. and it's not that he was exactly against the whole concept of role play, you just had one particular scenario you've been wanting to act out since the start of your relationship. and it was about to get... dilf-y.

fix me [♡💌]

↸ Howl!Taehyung | Studio Ghibli AU

⇒ SUMMARY | your wizard boyfriend is down bad. he says a spell's gone wrong, and there's only one way to fix it.

➙ MISC DRABBLES

➙ ONE-SHOTS

the spoiled daughter [♡][20+ audience]

↸ age gap | infidelity | stepcest

⇒ SUMMARY | your mom's new boyfriend should be extremely annoying to you. With all his smiles and laughs, and trying to bond with his new step-daughter. He should be the bane of your existence. Trying to avoid him like an Olympic sport. Except he wasn't. And that was the problem.

temple of adonis [♡]

↸ mythological god AU | adonis!jimin | mortal!reader

⇒ SUMMARY | Swearing your life to serving as a priestess in the Temple of Jimin, your city’s patron god, was no easy duty – especially made difficult when you have a run-in with the coquettish god.

➙ MISC DRABBLES

➙ SERIES

the father, the son,... [♡][20+ audience]

↸ infidelity | age gap | boyfriend's dad!namjoon

⇒ SUMMARY | you were supposed to be sleeping over at your boyfriend's house, but when you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, you find yourself in arms that are much bigger.

➙ ONE-SHOTS

like a pirate [♡]

↸ fantasy au | pirate!namjoon, mermaid!reader | enemies to lovers

⇒ SUMMARY | Your eyes trailed up the tall body of the human that had dared stepped close to you. Your teeth bared as you met his eyes. His woefully cruel and boasting eyes. Kim Namjoon.

➙ DRABBLES

34 + 35 [♡]

↸ established relationship | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | why is the song 34 + 35 so motivating for namjoon to work out to? what gives?

magic happens ft. Yoongi [♡]

↸ idol!AU | threesome | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | "come to my studio, magic happens..." - All Night by BTS ft. Juice Wrld

T-K-UGH! ft. yoongi & hoseok [♡]

↸ boxer!au | rapline gang bang | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | "let the best man win." a.k.a rapline is about to have a boxing match, and you, the ring girl, is caught in the middle (part two of a series)

competitive side ft. Jungkook [♡]

↸ threesome | jock!namjoon | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | Rushing off to basketball practice mid-makeout session, your fuckbuddy Kim Namjoon leaves you stranded in his apartment. So who’s he to complain when you wander into the next room and find your needs fulfilled by his shy roommate, Jungkook?

➙ MISC DRABBLES

➙ SERIES

swan-body come get her [♡][20+ audience]

↸ age gap | infidelity | dance teacher

⇒ SUMMARY | your dance instructor, hoseok, was tougher on you than anyone else. whether that was because you were his little prodigy, or a teacher's pet, who knows? except everyone knows, and everyone eyes you with envy at the after class activities you two get up to.

➙ ONE-SHOTS

earned it [♡]

↸ sugar daddy | stripper AU

⇒ SUMMARY | Dark lights, oiled skin, and a pole. It's your forte. Though, the customer you're entertaining tonight may just be more than you bargained for.

▷ PLAYLIST

➙ DRABBLES

body challenge [♡💌]

↸ established relationship | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | you try to get your boyfriend to do the body challenge on tiktok with you, but you both fail for... reasons

working girl [♡][20+ audience]

↸ age gap | boss!hoseok, intern!reader

⇒ SUMMARY | you would never wanna be on the receiving end of hoseok's wrath. but now that you are, your boss is gonna make sure you know where you stand at your performance review.

T-K-UGH! ft. yoongi & namjoon [♡]

↸ boxer!au | rapline gang bang | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | "let the best man win." a.k.a rapline is about to have a boxing match, and you, the ring girl, is caught in the middle (part two of a series)

➙ SERIES

shoot your shot [♡]

↸ college au | fwb | basketball star!yoongi

⇒ SUMMARY | Yoongi and you had a very clear agreement; no strings attached and don't tell anyone. But what happens when those lines start to blur and you find yourself falling for the star basketball player? And worse, what if he's crazy about you too? (⇢ continuation of game face)

spoiled brat [♡][20+ audience]

↸ age gap | dad's best friend!yoongi

⇒ SUMMARY | when your dad's best friend from college moves in next door, you think it's a punishment for all the times you used to sneak out across the neighbor's lawn to the getaway car. Little do you know that it's actually a blessing in disguise.

➙ ONE-SHOTS

devil's playthings [♡]

↸ royal au | forbidden relationship

⇒ SUMMARY | For a man at court, especially at Yoongi’s standing, remarrying was essential and highly expected; even though the man had heirs and his lineage was assured, a wife was a political move, and a highly coveted one. None of this slipped the young princess’ mind, her sharp eyes on the much older man. But Yoongi should be careful—“for Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.”

↺ DRABBLE + ▷ PLAYLIST

➙ DRABBLES

game face [♡]

↸ college au | fwb | basketball star!yoongi

⇒ SUMMARY | The next time Yoongi scores, he turns around with a smirk, pointing right at you, mouthing your name. You roll your eyes.

magic happens ft. Namjoon [♡]

↸ idol!AU | threesome | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | "come to my studio, magic happens..." - All Night by BTS ft. Juice Wrld

lola [♡]

↸ basketball!AU | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | Even though you're not wearing the space jam shirt and two ponytails, Yoongi still notices.

swap me(a)t ft. jungkook [♡]

↸ sugar daddy!yoongi | age gap | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | best friends share everything. even their sugar daddies

T-K-UGH! ft. namjoon & hoseok [♡]

↸ boxer!au | rapline gang bang | pwp

⇒ SUMMARY | "let the best man win." a.k.a rapline is about to have a boxing match, and you, the ring girl, is caught in the middle (part two of a series)

➙ MISC DRABBLES

➙ SERIES

daddy dearest [♡][20+ audience]

↸ age gap | infidelity | best friend's dad

⇒ SUMMARY | your best friend's dad seokjin takes very good care of you

➙ ONE-SHOTS

here comes santa claus [♡]

↸ holiday | domestic | a twist

⇒ SUMMARY | Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even mouse. Except, of course, the man in the suit. Seokjin Claus was coming to town, and he had more than just milk and cookies left out for him tonight.

➙ MISC DRABBLES

➙ SERIES

dilfs in malta [♡☁️]

↸ age gap | infidelity | poly au

⇒ SUMMARY | seven of the highest executives at BigHit Industries take a company business trip. Who knows what they'll get up to, or who they'll meet there.

dilf world! [♡☁️💌]

⇒ masterlist of all dilf content. these stories are not in the same universe nor are a linear series outside of their own universes.

➙ DRABBLES

basketball boyfriends [♡💌]

how bts kisses [💌]

nofacetober 2021 [♡💌]

bts as doja cat songs [💌]

➙ GAMES

most likely to...

milestone hcs

milestone game

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It only helps with his frown that ceases when he sits in the back row of the lecture hall, his seatmate not on his mind as he focuses on the music that he would shut down instantly had it not been you that sent it to him. You don't have a morning lecture today, but you're awake nonetheless to virtually accompany him. It's a thoughtful gesture, so he bobs his head along to the beat of falling for you by peachy.

So cheesy, he thinks with a scrunch of his nose, though his lips reluctantly tug up to a small smile.

The volume is not too loud in his ears, just enough to relax as he lays his head on the desk with his forearms as a pillow. It's peaceful, relating to the lyrics that you specifically chose for him to listen to. It's like a constant reminder of your relationship, and warmth fills his chest though his exterior shows nothing of such. He experiences the bliss internally and dims his eyes like he's been wanting to ever since he opened them half an hour ago. His comfortable attire allows him to stretch his limbs, perfectly positioned for his nap.

He drifts off easily before the professor shows up, his phone waiting in his fist to boom with the alarm by the end of the lesson.

It's not the default ringtone that jolts him awake, but the gentle shake of his shoulder. He blinks drowsily and slowly sits up, already irritated by the abrupt awakening when he sees the source. It's a girl who has her brown hair up in a messy bun, smiling down at him as she takes her hand off him. Her clothing is similar to his: loose and dark like a pajama set. He can't recall if he's ever seen her through his blurry vision.

"We were dismissed early," she explains the emptied room when he looks around after lowering his headphones to his neck.

He merely nods and rubs his eyes as he stands while clutching the sling of his bag. "Thanks," he rasps and takes on a slow pace while heading to the exit. He doesn't look back at her when she follows him from behind.

"I'm Yuna, by the way," she confidently tells his back.

"Mhm." His voice is gruff and he wants nothing more than to fall back asleep. He tries to remember in his sleepy daze if you have a lecture soon. Maybe you'll let him nap in your dorm.

The two students are out of the room when she peeps, "You're Jungkook, right?"

"Yes." He trudges to the gates of the building.

"Did you hear about the group project?" She walks beside him as he shakes his head. "We were assigned just now. It's in pairs."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"Yeah, sure, no problem," she chuckles. They pass all the roaming students in the hall just before slipping past the doors. A soft breeze wafts over Jungkook's face, and it feels so nice that his footsteps slow down just to enjoy it longer. She climbs down the short set of stairs with him, matching his speed as she offers, "wanna be my partner?"

The questions prompts him to finally turn to observe her. He cocks a brow with narrowed eyes; he has to relate her appearance to her intelligence. Always judge a book by its cover. "Are you good at the course?"

"Pfft," she rolls her eyes with a teasing smile, but when she notices his serious look, she hesitantly answers, "Yeah. Kind of?"

His tongue pokes at his cheek in thought. Kind of good isn't fit for his standards; he needs an excellent grade. "Does this project affect my GPA?"

"Nah, I mean, by like .5%."

"Pass." He aims to walk past her, but she blocks his path with a scoff.

"Dude, I'm not that bad. I can totally get us a full grade."

"Have you ever gotten one?"

"Yeah!"

"Fine."

A triumphant smile grows on her face before she takes out her phone from the pocket of her sweatpants. "Let's exchange numbers."

————

"Fucking hell," Jungkook groans to himself when another notification dings from his phone. It's been a few days since his first encounter with Yuna, and she's been relentless with her texts to become something more than partners.

He's lying down on your bed while waiting for you to return from your study session with your other nerd friends, and even his phone can't distract him from his impatience. He can't even watch a video in peace.

She's sent him a hundred memes by now, and he can't even bring himself to wonder why she hasn't run out of them by now because even the thought of Yuna fills him with dread. He ignores her as long as the messages don't include any information regarding their task. As if she isn't annoying enough, her memes aren't even funny. Only one or two have made him release a breath more forcefully through his nose.

yuna: yo dude

yuna: you play league of legends?

He usually swipes the notifications away from his screen without reading any of her texts, but the mention of the game has him frowning.

Jungkook: how do u know that

yuna: i saw ur liked tweet lol

Jungkook: u follow my twitter?

yuna: image.jpg

He blinks at his phone until the image loads, and his brows slightly raise when he sees the screenshot of her rank: diamond bordered. He's a rank lower—platinum—but even that took a lot of time to reach. He's more envious than impressed.

yuna: yeah lol

yuna: ur retweets are funny

He closes the messaging app to return to his video until another notification pops up.

yuna: u wanna 1v1?

yuna: i wanna make u cry

A scoff resounds in the room. Like he would walk all the way to his dorm to play one game. He resumes the Overwatch stream.

yuna: ur probably silver lol

yuna: just one game man cmon

yuna: unless ur too pussy lmfao

Yeah, he would.

————

It was only out of mere curiosity that Jungkook played against Yuna, but it was the choking defeat that drove him to keep going. They played six matches until he got too riled up from her chat and left.

yuna_not_mercy: u should just stick to playing support

yuna_not_mercy: ur fr losing to a girl LMAO

yuna_not_mercy: does ur gf play the game

yuna_not_mercy: maybe she can be your support

yuna_not_mercy: like every other girl who plays this game

jk97SK: do u ever shut the fuck up on god

When he plays with his friends, they usually talk through a group call, but he can't stand her. He only holds back from lashing out for the sake of his grade because she took majority of the work, meaning she can easily mess it up and drag him down with her. Keeping their interactions short and blunt is easy through text, but in real life is another matter.

Avoiding her in lectures is justified, but when she approaches his table with his friends, he can only screw his eyes shut and clench his fists.

"Hey Jungkook," she sits next to him in her usual fit: messy bun and athletic clothes. Jungkook is aware of her good looks, which irritates him further that she's inviting herself to his friend group; he knows Taehyung will keep her here longer. "Did you cry after our game? I didn't mean to go so hard on you."

He rolls his eyes and doesn't bother glancing at her unlike the four other men who curiously eye her. When she notices them, her tone oozes with confidence and charisma, "Hey, I'm Yuna. I'm Jungkook's classmate."

"Well, hello there Yuna. I'm Taehyung," he grins with underlying mischief.

Yoongi stays quiet as Namjoon and Seokjin introduce themselves in a friendly manner. Taehyung does the introduction for Yoongi instead.

"Nice to meet you all." Her smile is wide and bright, her shoulder stubbornly rubbing against Jungkook's despite him constantly shifting to the side.

"It's our pleasure," Taehyung replies. "So what game were you talking about? Without inviting me..."

"League of Legends." She glances at Jungkook who deeply exhales through his mouth, "He was so mad."

"I wasn't mad," he corrects with a seethe, "I was just annoyed because you wouldn't stop bringing up my girlfriend."

"Oh yeah," she smoothly recovers from her blush, "where is she?"

"In a lecture," he murmurs. It's not bright outside where they sit but the sun still lingers in the evening to provide some dim lighting. He's passing time with his friends because someone has ruined every other activity for him. If only he hadn't given her his account's username yesterday, he would have another alternative.

"You play League?" Taehyung diverts the subject.

"Yeah. Valorant and Overwatch as well. I play just about any game, really." Her words are directed at Jungkook, but he doesn't take the bait. He's looking down at his phone from under the table. "Not your typical girl, right? I usually just pass off as one of the boys."

"A lot of girls on campus like gaming, actually," Yoongi chimes in monotonously. He's disinterested in the conversation, but her rambling fascinates him.

"Bro, for real? Link me up with some of them. I barely have any female friends," she laughs despite Yoongi's straight face, "I can't get along with girls; it's like a curse."

"I have the same curse," Namjoon jokes to break some of the tension, and Taehyung and Jungkook chuckle under their breath.

"Bruh," Yuna joins in with the laughter. Before an awkward atmosphere can settle over them, she continues babbling, "I just have no mutual interests with them. They like shopping and manicures and I just like gaming, it's literally all I do. Like I'm sorry, but it's all they talk about."

It's silent apart from her laugh and the crickets. Namjoon is the only one to respond, "Heh, yeah..."

She isn't done with her rant however, "I can only get along with guys, you know? Less dramatic and more fun. I–"

Seokjin holds up a hand to be more polite with his interruption while the rest watch the interaction with their utmost attention, "Excuse me for cutting you off, but you're generalizing a lot here, Yuna. You identify as a woman, no?" She nods with a raised brow. "Then aren't you living proof that not all women are the same, like every other human being? I don't mean to be rude, but you sound extremely biased. You shouldn't be so unkind to your own gender."

She is quick to jump to her defence. "Dude, I'm not saying all women are like that. It's just the majority! My experience, you know? Being feminine is like a badge of honor to these chicks. You see that girl?" she points at a girl in a pleated skirt and blazer walking from a distance, heading this way. "I don't even understand why anyone would even like wearing a skirt, but she would probably gossip about me for not wearing one."

"Would she?" Yoongi mutters when he recognizes you as you near their table. Jungkook's eyes widen before he rushes to sit next to Taehyung, across from Yuna now who's one seat away from Namjoon.

Your eyes light up when you see them more clearly and you quickly jog up to Jungkook. His breath hitches when you immediately hug his back, cheek rubbing against the crook of his neck as you smile. "Kookie!"

His hands latch onto your arms on his chest as he quietly chuckles at your cheerful and hyper greeting. "Hey, baby."

"Hi," you wave to the rest of them. Yoongi rarely ever smiles, so you're slightly surprised to see the sight directed at you—especially when it's so cocky. You glance at the girl who is baffled as she stares at you.

Namjoon and Seokjin wave back at you with casual greetings before Taehyung speaks. "Do you want to sit next to Jungkook?"

"If you don't mind," you flutter your lashes sweetly with your hands still on your boyfriend's shoulders who hold them.

"I don't, but I don't know if Jungkookie would be okay with you sitting on my lap since it's the only available seat–"

"Move."

"Someone oughta teach this boy some manners," Taehyung grumbles as he moves to Jungkook's previous seat so you can claim his. It's warm when you sit, but Jungkook's arm is warmer when he wraps it around your shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Yuna."

The tight smile on her face doesn't ease your reserved stance, but you smile back politely nonetheless and tell her your name. She only nods with pursed lips, as if judging you for merely sitting next to your boyfriend. You shift closer to Jungkook, insecure and put off by the weirdly tense atmosphere.

"So back on topic," she turns to Jungkook, "are we playing League tonight as well?"

"League?" you tilt your head curiously.

"Oh, you wouldn't get it," she dismisses you nonchalantly. "It's a game he and I played together."

"He doesn't play it often," Namjoon tells you for comfort. It only confuses you instead. Is there something you're missing?

Jungkook latches onto that line as an escape. "Yeah, I won't be playing again any time soon, Yuna. Maybe after we finish the project." After the project he won't have a reason to stay as friends with her on any platform, and it's an amazing excuse. His lips involuntarily tug up to a smile at the thought of finally dropping her. You notice with narrowed eyes.

"What project?" you question.

"Just some stupid group task," Jungkook exasperates. "So fucking boring."

"Do you need any help?"

He smiles at your sweet offer. "Maybe you could proofread–"

"No, it's cool," Yuna interjects. "I'm already helping him."

"Oh." Is it just you or does she seem arrogant? From the silence and Jungkook's aggrevated sigh, you assume it's the latter. Why did your boyfriend text you to come here just to sit in awkward silence? You're put off by her stare directed towards him and shuffle even closer to send a message. She doesn't care.

Jungkook doesn't seem to either. Her eyes don't leave him, and he returns her gaze as she takes out her hairtie, both of them knowing full well you're watching. She puts it between her teeth and ties up her loose strands, but stops when he interrupts, "You look better with your hair down."

"Do I?" she drags out and lets her hair down again. You watch the interaction unfold with furrowed brows.

"Yeah. At least I like it better that way."

Are they flirting?

He glances at you and you throw him a warning look. What's with his change in demeanor? It's fine for him to compliment other women, but she doesn't hide her interest in him. She's too appeased by the boost in confidence that she doesn't lack.

She clears her throat and nibbles on her lip. "If we're not playing, then we can work on the project if you want."

"Sure."

Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a look, where the elder is aware of what's happening and irritated and the younger is clueless. But it's Yoongi that speaks up, and the only indication that he's talking to you is by his stare.

"You look better with your hair up."

"Me?" You're startled by his compliment.

"Oh, dude," Taehyung plays along, talking to Yoongi, "imagine watching her tie her hair on her knees. Now that's a sight to behold."

Your eyes grow comically wide, especially when Yoongi nods with a knowing smile. He then asks you, "Can we compare?"

Jungkook's glare throws daggers at the two while you, incredibly confused and lost, use the hairtie on your wrist. All eyes are on you until Yuna intervenes as if they're long-time friends, "She looks like a lost puppy, aww. Stop teasing her, you guys."

"We just like it better that way," Yoongi repeats Jungkook's words. Is this some sort of revenge executed by them in your place?

"I don't think it matters," your boyfriend coolly replies. "She's not trying to look good for you guys."

"Is Yuna trying to look good for you then?" he counters.

"Oh," she laughs, "if he likes it, then I don't mind."

"You want to know what I like, Yuna?"

Your ponytail swings when you turn to Jungkook. Why is everyone teasing each other? You can't decide whether you should focus on the two men's greedy looks or the girl who is hellbent on getting into your boyfriend's pants.

"I want to know it all," she says shamelessly.

Okay, maybe she's just looking for validation. It's fine. You don't need to lash out.

"Like your loose shirts, how little they leave to the imagination–"

Yoongi casually stands up and nods at you to follow him. You're baffled and immediately shake your head; why would you leave him alone with her? He raises a challenging eyebrow and you throw him a perplexed look.

"Come," he mouths silently before walking off. Taehyung follows, and you look around you to see Seokjin beckon you to leave while Namjoon just sits there, trying to piece the puzzle by himself in his own world.

You huff and abruptly trudge off to their path. Taehyung waits for you to catch up and slings an arm around your shoulder, the faint voices still seducing one another. "You are so gullible."

Yoongi slows his pace to turn to you. "Why do you give him a reaction when he's obviously trying to mess with you?"

"It's honestly sad to watch," Taehyung agrees.

"What?" you question incredulously. "I know what he's trying to do, it's just that Yuna is way too into it. I don't want it to keep going while I'm standing here."

"Jungkook doesn't like her and he's probably backed off by now," Yoongi reassures. "If you stayed, then you would've bashed her and he would start stressing over his stupid project. It's not worth causing a scene over."

"But isn't she cute when she's mad?" Taehyung retracts his arm to squeeze your cheeks and all three of you come to stop when you push him off. "It's like watching a chihuahua bark at a bulldog and somehow win."

Yoongi chuckles to himself as you roll your eyes. "It's not cute. I'm tired of his antics."

"It's fun when you do it back, no?"

"I didn't even do anything."

They exchange a look before Taehyung says, "That's what friends are for, bestie. We'll keep doing it until he gets tired as well." You click your tongue, and in a matter of seconds, he's shoved back away from you with the assailant gritting, "Keep your distance."

"This is our cue to leave," Yoongi tells his friend who struggles out of your boyfriend's grip on his collar before hopping next to him and escaping the scene rather inelegantly.

When you peek at the bench, you don't see Yuna there and instead notice Seokjin presumably explain what just happened to an intently listening Namjoon. It almost humors you.

The aggressive behavior just a moment before is gone in an instant when he raises his hands and tries to explain himself. "Before you say anything, I hate her and I was just teasing–"

You put a finger over his lips. "I know, baby, and if you try to tease me again I will actually sit on Taehyung's lap next time."

He opens his mouth to argue, but backs down and purses his lips before a word can come out. He submits instead. He'll give you the victory.

This has been a routine for the both of you for the past two years, you aren’t dating nor are you exclusive. The second time you came over he had told you blunt and straight that he doesn’t do love and you wouldn’t be an exception.

You didn’t mind, not a bit. When you shrugged your shoulders with a genuine smile the day he told you those few words, he had given you a look for shock at how you didn’t act out or let alone react. Since then nothing has been said of the sort to change the arrangement you’ve both set with said rule.

The look of him in front of you caused you to do a double-take, you assumed since you came here late that he would of been worn in nightwear by then.

And your own surprised stare quickly fell into a subtle frown, you guessed he had a long work day. Not helping with it being his birthday today, maybe that little thought tore a shred through your all for too caring heart.

“Tae.”

He clicks his tongue tapping ashes into his cigar tray and you are quick to speed up your steps over to him when you notice his brow quirked, the telltale sign of him awaiting for you on his lap seeing he’s impatient now.

You climb into the man’s lap sitting yourself comfortable, feeling dark eyes skipping over to look at your lips. Then the slope of your nose, back up to your eyes. His gaze trailing slow up and over your perfect frame, he smirks in his mind when he notices you’ve worn more make up and a skimpier but still deemed as classy dress, all for him.

You begin to squirm under his hard stare by shifting onto one side, then the other in his lap. Maybe not the best idea for the man with a raging hard on right now.

His communication skills may lack awfully but his territorial being has heightened since you’ve came to be. He doesn’t like to show any emotion rarely, which leaves you to guessing or coaxing him into muttering an action that speaks louder than words.

Along with that, he was never vocal about sex. Having you be the one to initiate the action, no matter how hard and obvious you could see his meaty length poke through his slacks.

He hums quietly, simply wrapping arms around your waist to keep you still while pressing his bulge into your heat “You made it, so it seems.”

You giggle wrapping both arms over his shoulders leaning back to make yourself comfortable for the time being, nestling only further into his lap not minding the way your heat throbbed with burning need.

“Happy birthday old man.”

He grins small breathing out a chuckle, his hand planting their way to your ass rubbing lazy circles into clothed skin.

Never making any sly intentions to slip his hand beneath your short dress just yet.

“Happy birthday to me.”

You wiggled under his burning touch and whine already “You’re still in your old man clothes, you look uncomfortable.”

He shrugs his fingers beginning to move under the flimsy fabric to squeeze your ass just how he pleases “Long day, a lot more drafting than I would have liked.”

You nod understanding, running the tips of your fingers through the ends of his hair on his neck “Thank goodness I’m here then.” you smile cheekily tugging on the strands barely.

“Oh why, do you have plans to make this interesting?” the man smirks circling his cigar around your face, hand still remained over your ass to squeeze and knead for his leisure.

You pout fisting the strands of his hair at the strong stench of smoke wafting in your face “I’m the thing that makes it interesting, idiot.” your cheeks puffed, squinting eyes to him.

His grin falls oh so sardonic with a breathy hum “Uh huh, you are.. interesting? Would love to see how.” he urges you on, nails slightly pressed into your ass cheek. Loving the way you gasped at the impact.

“I even made you a cake.” you mumble into your gasp, bouncing against him lazily “And you need to relax, working is no good way to spend your thirty-second birthday.”

He groans taking another puff of smoke to exhale into your face that grimaced like always, “Don’t bring up my age, it makes me feel like a pervert.”

You pout more relaxing your pinched brows and wrinkled nose, pushing his cigar occupied hand off to the side diving in to plant a sloppy glossed up kiss over his lips repetitively.

“You are not a pervert, I’m legal Taehyung.”

Lips reciprocate the kiss, gently pressing into the motion on yours to test the waters. You tried to find a steady rhythm, until he had decided on taking over. Already piercing his teeth into your lower lip, things escalating from the once soft and messy pecks into rough and wet tongues clashing one another.

You’re the first one to break apart with heavy breaths whining more to him softly, toying with the hem of his collar “Let me take your clothes off, sir, please.” you put your finger into his mouth and give him a pout for a puppy, while he remained stoic. Lazily sucking and biting on your finger with no response until he felt to

“Only a few buttons.”

You smile and nod pulling your finger out from his mouth, quickly getting down to unbuttoning the first few buttons.

“Good?” your eyes search for an answer and get your great response when he lowly grunts.

“Your turn.” he taps your thigh, leaning back into his chair to get comfortable for the sight that’s to unfold.

Like always, you rolled up from his lap and stand steps away from him. Fingers deft on pushing the straps of your dress down and with a small tug from the bottom it would slip right off with ease from the seams of your hips to fall shameless pooling at the hardwood flooring.

And although you’ve done this more times than you can count, you were never not shy. Here you are stood small in only pink laced panties and heels, you decided earlier to forgone the bra so you could tease him with how your nipples pressed against the fabric that was seconds ago covering your modesty.

“Pretty.” he murmurs quietly, back to smoking his cigar in godspeed. Your eyes too busy watching his fingers press against lips, the man’s stare burning every detail into his brain about your body without blinking once.

How frustrating was this for you every time, given how he has you strip naked in front of him while being fully clothed. All from him was a few buttons open from his collared shirt, and you begin to think how you have never seen Taehyung naked besides the few nights you stayed over.

His eyes are steadily on you this whole time and the moment he sees how slow you lick your lips, looking at him with those eyes, he knows he wants you now.

He motions with his fingers in a down motion at your hips and you know what that means, you gulp in your timid step slipping off your panties seeing your wetness stained the lace.

“God.” he groans readjusting himself in his seat and you guessed that this was your silent command to sit. You have no time to dwell when you feel a pull of his fingers and you’re back on his lap, the man frowning impatient more than usual and you grew nervous at that.

You only ever wanted to see him happy. You know, put a smile on that stoic face.

Limbs wrapped around him in a koala like grip, unrelenting to plant another plethora of sloppy kisses all over him. Smiling into the kiss feeling him breath a quiet “Calm down.” against your lips while he busied to carrying you over to lay back on the paperless side of his desk, the man always making sure to clear a side for the days you came.

You grow confused at him sitting back in his chair your elbows coming to prop yourself up to speak to him properly “What.. do you want me to do.” this was different, he usually kept kissing you once he laid you back and carried onto fucking you stupid.

He wordlessly rolls his chair between your legs and leaned down into your heat, legs opened wide with heels propped against wood for leverage. You open your mouth to speak again but he shuts you up when you see lips press together to spit on your mound, feeling his saliva dribble down your cunt and you squeeze pathetically around nothing with a whiny mewl.

“Tae..” he still doesn’t speak, your legs quiver watching him bring his thumb over your clit rubbing sloppy circles into your heat. Your head throws back immediately with a gasp and desperate buck of your knees wanting more, it’s been a week since you’ve seen him and you were this sensitive to his touch.

It still feels rare and new every time he has his hands on you, feeling his fingers trail down to your folds while running spit through your pussy as if it weren’t wet from your own essence.

He keeps teasing you like this, running fingers up and down through your lips and you groan at the loss when he retrieves his fingers. You can’t complain for him to stop teasing, feeling a cold breeze of air hit against your clit causing eager hips to thrust back into his face even more.

He continued to ignore desperate attempts, pinning your hips back down against his desk while he was ready to bring digits to spread you apart more. Eyes marveling at how much your cunt shined with your arousal and his spit. He grumbles feeling fingers grip onto his hair and you can tell he is definitely done and ready to cut off the foreplay once and for all.

He groans licking a deft stripe up your cunt, sucking your clit right into his mouth with fervor and intent. Flicking his tongue over the spot that made you want to tug his strands more.

Taehyung takes his time on you, even if his tongue was sporadic and sloppy. He made sure to take breaks in between licking you up to taste every bit of you. You can’t take much more when he finally pulls back but remains put in his spot. Feeling his hot breath against your pussy, your brain warping into a spiral of pure lust and need.

He inhales one last deep breath feeling how hard you were grabbing onto his hair, getting his message across once and for all he pins both hands down on your hips to keep you in place. Leaving no room to writhe and squirm.

The man hopelessly sighs moving his head out between your legs, resting back straight up in his chair, giving you a look.

Your legs tremble more, you can’t believe he is leaving you high and dry. You furrow your brows at him and lick your lips ready to protest with the pout that always got your way.

“Why, did you stop.”

Naturally he is back to having that forsaken cigar between his fingers, you feel the great desire to snatch it right from his hand. Maybe you should shove it down his throat or better yet, throw that whole stupid damn collection of his out the fucking wind-

“Touch yourself.”

You whimper out almost naturally, you could see the twitch in his lips he got from hearing that sound of your desperation “W-what?”

He chuckles this time, shaking his head in what it seemed to be disbelief watching how his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

“I said, touch yourself.”

He didn’t raise his voice, it’s not like he ever did around you for that matter. He always made sure to speak in his calm and reserved manner, although maybe because he was a lawyer or also the plain fact of that’s just him.

And still, he did not raise his voice. But, you could definitely hear the firm and domineering lilt in his voice. You know better than to deny and be cheeky at that.

You bob your head almost stupidly, trailing fingers down to spread yourself apart for him. All because you enjoyed the way his breath would cut short, almost like your own.

You start slow with your rubs, watching the flick of a lighter brought about smoke to lazily breeze through the air between you two

“Put a finger in, mhm that’s it.” the timbre of his voice had dropped and it had gone rough as he watched your hand “In and out, slowly.”

“More. Not enough.” you panted softly, toes on the verge of curling.

He wanted you to ache, ask for him and squirm in your spot “Please.” he hums like he was thinking about it, shrugging his shoulders he placed fingers over yours to make them move faster. And when he noticed you were fastening your pace, he shushes you getting ready to stretch you out further with slipping two fingers into your wet heat with a content hum resounding his chest.

“Ah, fuck more please!” your hips wiggle against him, finger pulling from your heat pathetically to hold purchase onto his desk “C’mon, push them in deeper.” you follow without fail feeling yourself squeeze around the knuckles of him while your clit began to throb without friction. You continue to gasp out between broken moans with fingers hooked inside you, right on your g-spot rubbing you in a come hither motion.

Way too impatient himself he’s up from his seat to hover over you, swallowing up needy whines with his lips pressed to yours and you no longer can depend on the desk for strength when you feel his wrist flick harder to finger fuck you into oblivion with your wetness dripping down your thighs, thumb circling your clit and his cigar abandoned quicker than speed could contain itself.

You feel good, so fucking good. You could never question the power that his long slender fingers held, given with how they stretched you open and made you feel too many things to even word correctly if you were given the chance.

He can feel you’re close with the way your walls squeezed over him and your lips biting down on his to hold back the screams that were to be left “Cum around my fingers.“ the sounds of your wetness filled the room with every movement of his fingers, soon after feeling your orgasm snap within you when you felt his fingers pinch your bud pushing fingers in deeper.

“Fuckkk! Yes!” he pinched and rolled your bud until it was too much, again and again. The man could feel the way you squeezed down on his fingers tighter, and there it was, he felt that shudder against his hold. Watching in awe as pleasure shattered throughout your body, you felt the wave wash over you and through feeling yourself come down with heavy pants.

His heavy stare on your cunt, the blush spreading on your cheeks as he pulled his fingers from your heat without a care.

There’s that same unimpressed look on his face, he always wears it as if it were costume when you just have came over his fingers. He has no time to waste once more, soiled fingers tapping at your lips to open

“Clean.” you abide, feeling his fingers on your tongue mouthing at the skin, licking your essence from him until he was satisfied.

This part you used to grow red and flustered at, much more than now. How could anyone bare not to, when this good looking Adonis for a man would act bored and a great mix of unbothered after giving someone a mind blowing orgasm with only just his fingers.

He slips his fingers from your lips, off to rolling his shoulders back while cracking his knuckles and neck, almost like he hadn’t had fingers deep into your cunt. He carries on according to routine, patting your thigh again you get up from your spot and wiggle over to your front, chest pressed to the cold cherry wood of his desk making you gasp.

He doesn’t spare you any gentle touches to your ass or anywhere on you, as much as you wished him to. He goes on to clear his throat and hum while placing his hand over by where your cheek rested, whispering down into your ear with nothing but a voice filled with gruffness “Gonna fuck this cunt, hm?”

The way he said it just like that made the breath caught in your throat with a sputter. He always made sure to have some type of way to ask for consent in the most lewd yet bluntest ways, you nod into the desk but that wasn’t enough for him. It never was.

He slaps your ass hard, leaving you to yelp into the wood with a moan “Speak up or I fuck your ass.”

“Yes sir!” you squealed

“Yes sir, what?” you nod more so to yourself for comfort with eyes closed shut while breathing your word of consent “Please fuck me.”

Lust apparently would come in all shapes. Whether it was posed as seduction or formed with mystery, that’s how you would describe Taehyung.

He filled you with too many feelings internally and externally when he had you under him. You didn’t even wait to knock your legs apart, you do it for him, the way he likes with your back arched and out to give the man access to everything he wanted.

He gripped your thigh tight in his hold, licking lips at the sight of your cunt dripping in arousal “Bet you’d like me to fuck your cunt and ass anyways.” it’s not like it was question, because he could guess your answer when you would give in with another moan.

You always sounded sweet in his ears, he thinks if he should coo or not at the action. But he won’t dare to when you’re this close to him with his chest against your back. Taehyung doesn’t do soft unless it was necessary aftercare of course, he wasn’t a little bitch.

You snapped him out of his thoughts with such a needy call for his name, wiggling your ass into his crotch and the man could only pierce his lip likely imaging how your sticky arousal was probably clinging to his designer slacks.

He could feel your attempt to subtly but not so subtly dry hump him like the horny mutt you were always claimed to be. Amused at his angel, he watched your head slightly turn back to meet against lips and whisper in a voice so small and tiny he would combust if he was a teenager all over again, “Fuck me please, Tae.”

“However I want?” he mumbled in a feign pout,

“Whatever you want.” wiggling your hips back into him even more so he would just get to it.

You sigh when you finally feel him move around behind you coming up off from your back although you pout, your mouth falls open with ease feeling one hand lifting your hips while he busied on grabbing his cock from his slacks, teasing the tip at your entrance to start to push inside you. You almost make a sound of complaint for him to just push in, but he was quick with yanking strands of hair into his fist while his other was pierced into your hip.

You moan wantonly, feeling the pressure of him over your entrance and the great mix of pain from finger nails indenting your skin. His grip so tight that the silver rings he wore were sure to make marks into your skin.

“Fuck fuckkk, Tae-ah!” you screamed, feeling him thrust inside of you full. Your walls tried to push him out from the sudden intrusion, not backing down with the knife like grip he held on to your hip. He starts to move you up and down over his length in a slow piercing pace without a problem, his cock twitching at your withering cries begging him to go faster.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry.. so sorry sir,” you can’t even finish your sentence while you were expecting him to start you off slow and easy with teasing himself inside.

And while he continues to yank on your hair, trailing his hand up to your breast squeezing them into his hand. The man would not lie when he said he was addicted with every time you wrapped around him like this, he wouldn’t dare to word a thing of his timeless thoughts.

But, he could continue to riddle his mind on no matter how much he fucked you open, whether with his fingers or his cock you still would feel as tight as the first day he fucked you over a sink in your childhood home. The same day it was your twentieth birthday party.

The pace continued to be slow but hard with every time he thrusted his hips forward into you, making sure he hit just hard enough to make his angel beg for more.

He started to move his hands on your ass faster, forcing you to move your hips quicker against his cock “You can move better than that.” you don’t respond, he usually took over the pace so you assumed this was a mere jab.

Trailing off his hand, he flexed his fingers with a hum almost like he was in thought before you would feel a loud smack land right on your ass. Leaving you in pleasurable shock moaning at the sting and sheer pleasure “Move your fucking hips.” he hissed, wasting no time the man harshly kicks your legs apart even more than they once were. Making it difficult to move now.

The man licks his lips in satisfaction at the little tremble in your arms, beginning to lean forward pushing you in the very angle that he knew would feel just right, “Move.”

He continued to graze his teeth over the shell of your ear before biting down into skin, the unexpected action making you moan even louder. And like the bitch in heat you were, you started to gyrate your hips on his cock like this was your life long desire. The man happily grinned out in that signature cocky smirk of his, listening to the soft "uh’s” fall from lips that made you feel flush down to your cunt.

Taehyung scoffs shaking his head like you could give a fuck when he’s balls deep in you "Need more, hm?” warm hand squeezed tight around your throat and of fucking course you moan a pathetic yes. How can you even think to deny more of his cock when he drags against your walls this deliciously, the man’s hips move so unbelievably fluid with your sloppy untimely movements that it’s honestly impressive.

You can definitely tell the lawyer of a man has been ran through besides from the typical trials and cases, but who would ever care when the dick is this good.

You mumbled in your daze, you were itching to look at his face, moving your neck in an uncomfortable position to only realize how close he really was. Noses almost touching, lips swollen red and cheeks rosy. You can just guess how his chest probably shined in sweat beneath those stupid clothes of his, the veins that lingered down his v line were probably protruding from the strenuous position and all the grunting he’s doing.

Barely blinking back to the present and you realized he’s caught your gaze, this man loved to take any chance to rub in his face how attractive you found him. He goes on to give you that same forbidden look for bedroom eyes with a seductive toothy smirk mouthing the word

“Har-der.”

You couldn’t tell whatsoever if he was asking if you wanted him to go harder or saying the simple word to just say it, but oh boy you figured out quick what the man meant.

Slamming his hips into you. You cried out in a moaning yelp while he groaned watching your slick leak from your cunt with every thrust he gave, the fire and hunger in his moves making you easily turn to nothing but putty in hands.

Your eyes could only flutter back from the pleasure of feeling his girth and length enter you by tenfold. He worked you right, like he knew every little thing about your body and that he did. Taehyung’s right hand fondled your breasts making sure to nip your cheek every so often to remind you who was fucking you this good.

“Give me more.”

Whimpering, you nod in your only great way of responding. Feeling so much from just his hand rubbing your clit while fingers pinched your nipples red, heavy mint breath fanning over your cheek.

Not helping your feral self much more.

He is so down to switch his hands down over to grip your hips again, moving his chest back to watch in awe at how his dick fucked into you with ease. The way your ass jiggled every time he pushed down his pelvis making him go wild, feeling the very obvious wobble in your legs that was barely holding up if it wasn’t for his hands on you.

Nerves on fire, you begin to feel Taehyung signal his near climax with the harder and sloppier his thrusts became.

With a low groan, his pace comes to a sudden stop feeling your inner walls clench around him he hissed pulling out from your heat “Turn over.” you’re so set on chasing your orgasm you don’t even question the loss of his cock in your desperate cunt, doing whatever to please the man. You roll on your back with legs spread wide, having an idea of what he was about to do.

His jaw clenches watching how your pussy squeezed with every pump he gave to his cock, moans falling loose from his lips shooting his hot load over your mound and stomach. With one final pump he lets out a gorgeous moan, and sighs not taking any time to give himself a breather he walks closer between your legs and slips his cock back into you.

Eyes peering down at you, momentarily squeezing his shut from the overload of sensitivity. No matter how sensitive he felt, he was going to give you your orgasm.

He would focus on your desperate little noises for now, you were being such a good girl and not voicing any complaints. Even if he put his orgasm first, your voice still quivered in pure euphoria from feeling him stretch you open all over again.

He surprises you again, pulling out with a heavy exhale licking lips at the pout you wore. He hums throughout kissing your neck in a sloppy manner, pulling back to carelessly slap his cock against your clit.

The man was satisfied to say the least, bathing in the sounds of your moans and squirming hips that tried to use him for friction.

“More, please I need more.” he sighs and alternates to rubbing his length through your sodden lips “Beg for me to put my cock back in.” you are practically panting by now and you have not much will power to think.. other than blubber away “I- shit, I need you TaeTae.” and although he usually would have scolded you for swearing, his cock twitches at the special pet name that was only reserved for you to utter.

You knew what it did to him and he curses the universe for letting you be this damn endearing “Uhhh huh.” he plays it off with barely lifting his shoulders in a shrug while your pout fell more, speaking in an all but innocent tone with another whining mewl “Please, I’ll be good!”

He smiles with a grin almost too toothy for your liking, “Happy birthday to me then.” the man pulls you closer to the edge of the table, rolling his hips back into yours with a hiss and seized jaw feeling you squeeze tightly around him.

Silent cries and whimpers of “Please move” and “Touch me Tae” bounced between the office walls, but all the man would do is continue to still his hips. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his thumb, deciding to speed up the figure eight motions over your cunt. Relishing in the gorgeous ardent moans filling his ears, while you silently begged with half lidded eyes for more and more.

Taehyung enjoys this, teasing you to death with his half limp cock. I mean, look at you, getting fucked over his cock barely being fully naked with only heels on to show for who you are.

It’s almost as all the sudden something fuels him to move, and he does. He began with a soft thrust watching you gasp deeper, trying your hardest not to squeeze around him as if he would evaporate. He chuckles at your timid self, continuing to fuck himself softly into your weeping cunt that begged for so much more than before.

He watched how your hips would try to meet his, trying so hard to feel him deeper inside of you. The man chuckles again, broad shoulders shaking this time with him in amusement.

“Now isn’t that my job, Angel?”

Just those few words would make your thighs tremble in fear, poor baby. The cold ac on in his office would now be completely forgotten under his cruel ministrations and daunting words, making your hips stutter and pause to let him do the work as intended.

The tip of his cock teasing you into shambles, so slow and rough, you could cry. Your walls would unrelentingly squeeze around him while you mewled out into nothing, the muffled moans that strangled out of your throat becoming more incoherent and broken.

He bounces himself a few times, allowing only a few inches to slide out before sinking all the way back in, head lulling in pure bliss at how good you felt around him, even if he still felt overly sensitive from the earlier onslaught.

It’s when your cunt finally allows him to sink deeper, he fucks his hips up into you so hard that for a moment you were sure that you were going to fall head first off his desk if he weren’t holding onto you.

Your pussy was squeezing even tighter around his cock, groaning to the point of a feral growl, the familiar tightness forming into your stomach and with how tight your pussy was wrapped to Taehyung, he knew you were seconds from falling apart in his arms.

It takes the man a few more powerful snaps of his hips and you fall apart, head snapping back to dig into nothing but hard wood. His hand around your neck, pressing down on the two spots that constrict your air. You fall dizzy from the lack of breath, all the pleasure you’re feeling making glossy eyes flutter back with lips agape in a silent moan.

Your body seizes up to tremble all the way down to your toes curling, breath caught in your throat once more when you finally could rasp out a scream of his name as you came hard around his cock. Feeling your orgasm wash over you and through like a broken tidal wave.

“Fucking hell, so tight.” he growls an octave lower barely able to thrust his hips any further into you, fatigue beginning to make its way through. Only able to watch your body tremble down from your orgasm, looking down at you as if he wanted to have you whole with how dark his eyes bore into you “You have zero respect for yourself,” he huffs licking his bottom lip in a pitiful laugh “Smack that pretty fucking cunt, smack it.”

He loved making you feel like nothing but a whore, his whore, this was the night he got what he desired and you would give it.

Making your air catch in your throat as if you weren’t shaking to death from your orgasm. The dirty words he had merely uttered sends chills traveling down straight your spine. Cunt fluttering, with fingers tracing weakly down off to your entrance. So sensitive that you sigh in pleasure, arching head back, fingering your slit like a whore who hasn’t had her fill. Your other busied squeezing and groping the tender flesh before laying an abrupt smack on your clit.

You couldn’t help but arch forward with another broken cry feeling Taehyung buck his hips into you harder but weakly pulling back, “Fuck, again. Keep doing it.” your brows furrowed at the clear challenge, your whines of taehyung’s name not stopping anytime soon. You go on to pulling your hand back and slapping harder this time against your buzzing clit, pulling away almost immediately from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Please.. too much, no more.” your pussy consumed wholly in nerves that spread alight throughout your body, sending you spasms of pleasure with every hit you gave yourself until the man was finally satisfied.

A plain sneer drips in his voice with blatant disappointment “Go ahead, stop.” Fucking devil, he was never going to actually stop until you were on the verge of passing out just like now. You were down to only able to latch weakly onto the man’s neck with sore limbs that felt like jelly, trying your best to hold onto him.

“Relax.” he mutters with a silent hiss, feeling the weak squeezes you kept giving him from the lack of movement, he pulls out with another seething hiss through gritted teeth. You whined more like the baby you were, doing grabby hands for him to pick you up like cum wasn’t dripping down your thighs.

He leans over your shoulder grabbing a few napkins, carrying on to wiping the mess he made on you earlier and your now sore cunt down to your thighs. His brows furrowed throwing the soiled napkins in the bin, his fingertips on your thighs as he ran them over your skin gently staring at you with intent.

You understand, he wants to take care of you, aftercare always began like this.

He hums briefly before smiling small when he sees you make grabby hands for him again.

“You okay, pretty?” you were beginning to grow more tired fighting off yawns, toppling on the fact that your feet were sore from the heels that clung to your heels and well other things. You mutter a soft yes, taehyung nods busy with tucking himself back in his slacks.

Carrying off to scooping you up swiftly from the table to sit you in his lap. As if on instinct from the safe place he gave you, your eyes fluttered closed at the soft and warm feeling of him and hum in tranquility.

Your noises were low and quiet almost like a purring kitten, his palm held close onto your lower back making you nestle into his chest more. While he rolled his chair over to his desk with a cigar back between his fingers, no matter how much you scolded him from all the consequences smoking brung. He would roll his eyes and snub you as if you were being overdramatic. Who cares for lungs and great health, right? You were way too comfortable to care at the moment, it’s his office anyways.

He always knew you hated the smell of cigar smoke, the whole thing if he was being honest. But you always allowed him in moments like this and he appreciated the silence. The man grins to himself at the memory of the first few times he smoked around you, that every single time you would hold your breath until you turned blue to the point where the man would frantically grumble at you to stop and dig his beloved cigar in the tray. Always crossing his arms over his chest in disbelief at how smiley you would get from your success.

A spoiled brat is what you were, but he digresses. Slipping out the matches from the desk drawer he pulls his cigar up between his lips and lights the cancer stick. Shoulders loose, lazing his head back to the ceiling in order to take a proper exhale without hearing the coughing fit you would pull.

The man finally takes a drag from the cigar and exhales the smoke through his lips in rings of smoke. Now this, that. You found incredibly hot whenever he formed smoke rings with his lips, even if he was slowly giving himself cancer. The only joy that his awful smoking habit brought to you was the simple tricks he would do with his pretty mouth. He always looked so in his zone blowing the rings up into the ceiling with no care in the world, it makes you salivate much more seeing his Adam’s apple mixed with glossy lips and then the smoke blazing up through the air? It was a wet dream to be made, and just as he was about to throw the cigar down into his tray, his eyes close for a moment to enjoy the continuous sound of peaceful silence.

He wordlessly moves again with you in his lap, pushing his office chair backward swiveling in his chair rustling around to finally place his favorite record (an old jazz number, of course, mixed with Taehyung‘s famous hums) turning the knob for the volume at a reasonable high and wheeled himself back to snatch up a bottle of whiskey that hadn’t been empty from under his desk, thankfully.

You had a clue of what he was doing, moving around to make yourself more comfortable in his lap while giving enough room for him to make his drink, “Just like routine, hm.” the man pours himself a shot, glancing in disbelief at the almost full bottle and decides on pouring himself one more before sitting comfortably with his hand curled onto your lower back.

He kisses the front of your shoulders carelessly, fingers gracing lightly over your skin; his calloused hands caressing up and down your sensitive spine. His hums growing deeper, he grabs your chin to him pressing lips against yours in a searing kiss full of lust and need.

And god, although he may smoke a chimney. He never without a doubt did not taste like the spearmint chapstick you gifted him for his birthday last year as a gag gift. A gag that would quickly slip into his daily routine, no wonder his lips were so addictive. It’s that damn spearmint chapstick he applied to his lips, all for your liking, little did you know.

“What are you staring at?” he hums at you in question eyes narrowed to you. His eyes darkly clouded, almost hypnotic, the fringe of his hair doing the great job of covering that look he was giving you. Every so often fingers would linger up to line his fringe, humming in tune to the jazz he streamed throughout the room while swaying the both of you side to side, continuously tracing rough digits up and down your spine that shivered at the touch.

“Nothing, admiring you.”

He nods in thought, inhaling more smoke to exhale before taking his shot of whiskey in one gulp without flinching or grimacing. Another bad thing for his health, drinking. But, sadly enough he makes this also look sexy with odd ease.

“Don’t be shy, what happened to my little chatterbox.” he grins patting your back while bouncing his legs with feign excitement.

Your hand canvasses up to cup his cheek with a cheeky grin “I’m here, right here!” you giggle with a squeal from the sudden bounces in lap.

“Ohh, there she is, all it took was a few bounces in my lap.. you’re easy to please.”

You roll your eyes at him trying to fight off the stupid smile that was threatening to break your so called stoic look, awfully failing by the way.

“That is just not true, shut your mouth.”

His brow quirks with question, “Shut my mouth?” giving you the same hard stare that made you squirm awfully in your seat.

“Y-yes.. be good and be quiet.”

“Oh, wow.” he pauses to take another puff of smoke and exhales with great ease, blowing rings of smoke into your face “Maybe, I should of fucked your ass.”

And you’re sure your cheeks are turning blood red, he makes you so god forsaken flustered that your mind short circuits when the same smoke you hate and envy wafts through your face as if he were putting you in a never ending trance to keep you stuck here.

“You wouldn’t dare to.. you’re too obsessed with my,” you swallow hard, nodding to yourself once again for comfort in these awfully painful times “you know.”

And he snickers, his brow ticking higher this time “I know?” he hums almost deeper licking his lips agonizingly slow “I don’t think so, tell me.”

“My.. my,” you stutter and cough like you never heard or ever been acquainted your little brain with words.

“Your cunt.” he hums again, stating it as if it were a hard fact, which it is. You just can’t think to speak for yourself apparently.

And you can’t carry on to respond so you giggle embarrassed and shy like a dumbly flustered school girl landing a smack over his taut chest “Mhm.. that.”

He hums in thought more, running his hand in motion up and down your back “Shy and dumb, you can’t even say the word cunt.”

You flustered up even more, quickly hurrying to bury your face far deep into his neck shaking your head in retaliation. And it’s like you forget the fact that you’re completely naked with once again.. only high heels on.

“You remember nights in this room, where I would only look at your naked body not saying a word.”

Of course you do, those were the nights of the beginning of it all. You nod your head into his neck, you can’t see it but you feel him snicker at you trying to escape his blunt being.

You are convinced on the fact that he has the mindset of a fifty year old man when he is only turning thirty-two today, given how blunt he is and how he holds himself and especially with the way he acts. You are going to assume that law school aged his stoic yet plain spoken soul, even if you have a great honest feeling that no matter his occupation choice, he would of always been like this. You like him the way he is though, even his god awful habits, you are far gone into adoration for this man.

You used to hate the smell of his cigar smoke and strong musky cologne, now you crave for it to scent your clothes when you leave and tonight you beg his scent will stain you for the rest of eternity. You are beginning to lose yourself in all these troubling thoughts, while he is holding you this close and dear to his closed off heart, rubbing lazy patterns into your naked skin.

Now you feel him tapping at your spine, it’s time to come back to him. Thank goodness he’s no actual mind reader.

“Sweet, sweet girl. Come back to earth now.”

You grumble and pull yourself back from him with enough strength from his neck, rubbing fingers into your eyes with another whiny call for his name.

“Taeeehyuuung, I’m here, you disturbed me.”

Suddenly without thought you feel the man tug your hands away from your face and he’s pulling you into a kiss attack, pecking you at a constant from your blushed cheeks down to your collarbones. Making you giggle for him to stop, your voice becoming far too high pitched, squealing and squirming as he buries his face into your neck to plant one last ticklish kiss, finally surrendering.

“Keeping you here forever so no one can touch you,” he hums absorbing your giggles into his heart that soared him with too many feelings to dig from beneath the surface “Oh, really?” your fingers are back to tugging the ends of his hair looking at him with a quizzical look of challenge, as if the man’s words didn’t mean anything.

He doesn’t care for your questionable stare though, handling it well by raising his hand up to cover your mouth shut with the palm of his hand “Really,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes “you’re too good for this world.” he licks his lips again almost asking himself if he should really say this, but he does “And, I love you, my angel right?” you pull away from his hand from your mouth and nod almost barely, your mind drifting to somewhere else.

It was ok.. right. These words didn’t mean anything to him, he was only speaking in the moment like he always would do after sex. And well, he was a self reserved man that needed your body and so did you need his.

You both are going to be ok and fine, it’s fine.

“Tae.” you whisper, calling for him softly.

“Uhm?” he barely replies, nose pressed into the crook between your shoulder and neck.

“I have to tell you something.” he hums in acknowledgement running his fingers up and down your naked skin, feeling you seize under his touch. Confused at the unusual action, he stills his fingers.

You stare off into space and it’s your turn to trace your fingers over his skin, running digits up and down the back of his neck gently twisting your fingers into his hair out of nervous habit. Before you decide it’s only fair, you need to make proper eye contact for what you are about to tell him.

You look up into his bestowed but confused stare, that awaited patiently for what you needed to finally say with such importance.

“I think we should end our arrangement.”

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