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The car that costs your whole life and then some has been on the road for twenty minutes, yet Jungkook still hasn’t come back to earth, still slouched in his seat, and still with a dumb smile on his face. His afterglow is like neon plasma, so blindingly bright that it’s about to turn the pitch-black sky into midnight blue. Neither of you talk, but the silence isn’t tense anymore—Jungkook’s harlot jams playing in the background make for a super chill ambiance.

“Super chill” doesn’t mean you’re not about to have a flooding problem soon.

Could be the slow beats reminding you of the rhythm you’ve been fucked to all night long, or his hand lazily caressing your inner thigh that keeps you so wet. Or maybe it’s your delusional mind playing a short film where Jungkook softly croons those hypersexual lyrics in your ear, fingering your dripping pussy somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t, ordering you not to cum while fully gunning for a messy ending, then smiling like the demon he is when you inevitably cream all over his fingers.

In any case, something’s going to drip down your legs when you stand up again.

You pull over in front of a sign that reads “Vanitæ” written in a seductive font, the unknown on the horizon making butterflies take flight in your stomach. Jungkook is the first to get out of the car, now fully bounced back from his ecstatic crash, and you follow after him. He picks up a duffel bag from the trunk, then slams it shut, and the car locks with an ear-piercing beep.

“Am I still on mute?” you ask.

Very pleased that you reminded the teacher there was homework, he breaks into a proud smile and gently holds your chin.

“You’re on recess but still on my terms. I’ll tell you what to do to earn a good girl sticker very soon,” he places a small peck on your lips, then intertwines his fingers with yours. “Come with me.”

Does this man NOT hear the kinda shit that comes out of his mouth? Or can he AT LEAST practice SOME impulse control so you won’t go insane? Fucking please and thank you?!!

Neither the name nor the structure of the venue gives away what it really is. It has a window like a store front, but the mannequins look more like an art installation than a window display. Mismatched costumes, chains, random-looking objects… You don’t know what is being sold, or if there is anything being sold at all. You’d think a store would be more welcoming to make as many Benjamins as possible, but you can’t just push the door and walk in as you please. Only when Jungkook enters a code on a number pad does the door unlock with a loud clank, briefly stealing the attention of the…

Patrons?

It’s not crowded inside; there are maybe only ten people scattered around, browsing merchandise, and somehow they all look like characters straight out of an erotic thriller. At least your business casual kinda helps you save face next to the borderline black-tie dress code, but rather than “high-end cocktail”, the vibe is giving “secret society eerie”. The room is dipped in champagne golds and warm beiges—it’s definitely upscale, smells like privilege, walks like luxury fashion but talks like pleasure dungeon. The more you look around, the more you can’t figure out where you’re at. It could very well be a boutique, a museum, or an atelier.

Of a depraved artist, that is.

“What even is this place?” you quietly ask Jungkook, your brows stitched together as your eyes jump from one “accessory” to the next. “You’re not gonna make me join a sex cult, are you?”

“Solid idea,” he grins, “but no.”

At the far end of the room is a suit-clad man with his back turned, explaining something to the couple next to him in lowercase letters. They seem to be comparing the three types of ropes before them, all in different colors and all tied into a different knot. When Jungkook spots him in the distance, his steps quicken, and when the clicks behind him are at their loudest, the rope whisperer finally turns around.

“Welcome t— Oh, hi,” he flashes an alluring smile at Jungkook. “Long time, no see.”

SHUT THE FUCK UP THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY!!!

With the arrival of the new “guests”, the couple thank their guide with graceful smiles and leave. The man greets Jungkook with a tight handshake, and you have to deploy every single drop of your self-restraint to resist the urge to squeal. You are elated and extremely confused in the same breath because Jungkook knows this is your all-time favorite…

Pornstars are technically models, right?

And just like that, you have so many questions that require immediate answers to keep breathing!

“Fuuuck me, the Kim Taehyung in the flesh,” you let slip through a stuttering breath, spacing the hell out into the man’s chiseled-by-gods features.

“Always a pleasure to meet a fan,” he reaches for your hand and places a kiss on it.

“You’re like… so much hotter in person, sir. I–I mean…”

“Sir?” he softly laughs, then turns to Jungkook. “Please tell me this is a gift for me?”

“Sure. Would you like to die of natural causes?” Jungkook replies with an equally charming smile.

The two men chuckle at each other as if this is just business as usual, and neither has the decency to acknowledge the tuxedo-wearing elephant in the room trumpeting “Fucking address me!”. At the absolute limit of your patience after that five-second lull, you decide to take the matter into your own hands.

“How do you even know each other?” you ask, exerting significant effort to not sound like a rabid fangirl.

“Might sound made up, but we actually went to law school together,” Jungkook answers, landing a loud slap on his friend’s back. “Then my man did the right thing and got into attention whoring business instead.”

“Your picks are in cabin two,” Taehyung points towards an arch leading into darkness.

“Your picks?” you cock a brow at Jungkook. 

“Come on,” he leads you to the back, leaving Taehyung to be a whip whisperer for the next couple in line.

This section does feel boutique-y with the changing rooms, albeit maybe in a strip club. The bright red neon lights illuminate the dark corridor on each end, giving it a cliché pleasure district vibe. As per the extravaganza dripping off the walls, even the changing rooms are actually rooms—so spacious, three people can easily fit in there and use it as a private lounge. Not that there is any reason for three people to chill in a changing room.

At least you can’t think of any PG ones.

The “picks” in question are clothing items hung on a rack, none of which can end up in your wardrobe of your own volition. They are all made of leather, entirely unwearable in public, and barely wearable within four walls, to be frank. You put on the first set and check your reflection, but it’s as if a stranger is staring back at you. With the bright red neon lights illuminating even the mirror frame, you look no different than a pleasure district merchandise on display.

“Need some help?” Jungkook’s voice reaches you through the thick curtain.

“Uh… Not really, but…” you answer him hesitantly, “I wouldn’t say I wore something.”

“Come out. Let me see.”

You open the curtain and show yourself, trying to play it cool and not make your embarrassment too obvious. It’s just a red strapless top and a micro mini skirt over fishnet stockings, but Jungkook still whistles a crass catcall followed by a two-syllable “damn”, shamelessly ogling you from head to toe.

“Mm, the devil’s mistress,” he puts his hands on your waist, slowly sliding them down to your hips. “I’ve always wanted to know what sin tastes like.”

He dives into your lips headfirst, and your knees give way so quickly that if you didn’t hold onto his Pacific-ass shoulders at the last second, you would be kissing the floor instead. The entire day, he’s been melting you with his random and deep deep DEEP kisses, and at this rate, nothing’s gonna be left of you when the clock strikes midnight. He doesn’t even give a fuck, deliberately making loud wet noises and caressing your pussy to make you moan into his mouth.

You got half a mind to bend over against that wall and ask him to blow your back out.

“What are you doing?” you giggle. “Someone’s going to see.”

“Shh, hold this,” he hands you his phone. “Record me.”

“R–Record you?”

“Yeah, the lights are really pretty here, don’t you think? It’ll be like you lured me into your lair,” he kneels before you, licking his lips at the sight of your slick folds. “And I begged you to keep me hostage for your pleasure.”

Then he fucking goes for it.

You turn the camera on and switch to video mode, legitimately wishing you were in the adult entertainment business because this footage right there is a certified gold mine. An insanely sexy man is on his knees for you, his arms wrapped around your legs, his eyes closed, slurping on your pussy like it’s fucking ayahuasca, just utterly entranced. You zoom in on how his tongue glides all over your clit, and even though you’re the one in the frame with him, he looks so hot that you throb harder with each lick.

“Mmm… Oh fuck, Jungkook, you really know how to use that tongue…”

“Dinner in my house and I’m not invited?”

“OH MY GOD!”

You yeet yourself back into the cabin and harshly pull the curtain when Taehyung’s voice suddenly blares in your ears. You’re about to DIE of mortification, yet the two men are not even slightly fazed, just giggling as if a cute accident has just taken place.

“Would you be able to resist this?” Jungkook wipes the corner of his mouth, gently pulling you out of your makeshift panic room. “Just look at her.”

Taehyung’s eyes land on you, but that’s not looking, nuh uh. The man eats you alive and leaves no crumbs with his gaze alone. He takes a few unrushed steps, circling around you, appreciating every nook and cranny like he’s appraising a rare piece of art for his debauched museum. As he completes his lap, he notices the letters behind your ear that look like custom branding, and it makes him break into the most perverse smile.

“Your girl’s so bad,” he lets out a longing sigh, staring at your lips with narrowed eyes. “Let me have her.”

The way they talk about you like you’re the pleasure object of the century should feel offensive, but context is everything. When it’s their vulgar attention on you, it makes you feel like the most powerful bitch in the universe, and you don’t remember ever being this flattered. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? It’s Kim fucking Taehyung openly declaring he wants to have you.

And rare are the things the prince of pleasure has hungered for and not devoured.

“Change into the black one. I’ll choose some accessories for you,” Jungkook instructs, pointing at the rack behind you. “Ditch the underwear.”

The two men leave the area, and although Taehyung moves as calmly as always, the brighter lights of the main lounge work like a spotlight, cast directly on the erection pressing against his slacks. Jungkook wears a shit-eating grin on his lips when he notices it, amused that old habits indeed die hard.

“How’d you like it?” he asks, flipping through a rack of cuffs with custom lettering options.

“Would pair the latex with a whip, but to each his own, I guess,” Taehyung offers his expert opinion.

“Yeah, that’s totally what I asked.”

Jungkook decides on a pair of black leather cuffs, then reaches for the sleek box right above the rack. He picks three diamond-encrusted letters and pierces the wristbands with them, devilishly smiling at the friendship bracelet from hell he’s just made. Satisfied with his little creation, he leans into Taehyung’s ear, finally divulging the purpose of his visit.

“Clear the place and lower the shutters. We got some business with you.”

“So it is a gift for me?” Taehyung smirks.

“You’re asked to be a guest, not the host,” Jungkook fakes a smile. “Play nice before I castrate you.”

Taehyung just chortles at Jungkook’s antics, amused that old habits indeed die hard, and does as told. In less than five minutes, the place is closed for a “private showing”. Ever the man of manners, he pours two glasses of his finest scotch, and the old friends get to reminiscing as though this is a casual visit to catch up, sprawling on the obscenely comfortable sofa that looks like it’s smuggled from a lesser-known palace.

Their conversation goes into mandatory intermission when your voice finally emerges from the back of the room.

“Um… Jungkook? Could you help me with this?”

“Come out here, baby. Let me see.” 

Is this man trying to fucking kill you? Like, is that the end goal for today?

“I uh… I don’t think I can,” you hesitantly speak.

“Come out, it’s just us. There’s no one else here.”

The vague wording makes you think that it’s just you and Jungkook, but you don’t even know why you’re surprised to see the homeowner with him. Of course he would be present. The only problem is…

When Jungkook said “Ditch the underwear”, turns out it was for practical purposes since what you’re wearing is a leather leotard. The piece is actually rather tasteful, beautifully designed with intricate straps around the chest, but it’s… carved out in strategic places, such as the opening that starts from your mound and reaches all the way to your tailbone. When you spread your legs, your pussy is out in the open to be licked and fucked to any heart’s content.

A depraved prince’s, for example.

Jungkook’s face falls in awe when you walk into the room. He downs his entire glass and sets it aside, then walks up to you to admire you closer. The mask over your eyes, the over-the-knee boots with ridiculously high platforms, all handpicked to make him lose his damn mind. Which he’s about to.

Then he goes ahead and puts the cuffs adorned with diamond “JJK”s on your wrists as if he wants to overdose on arousal.

“Gorgeous,” he holds your hand and spins you around. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Not even close to expressing how mesmerized I am,” Taehyung concurs, “but let’s just leave it at yes for now.”

“Which would be very wise of you,” Jungkook subtly threatens, wrapping an arm around your waist. “So anyway, we’re also making our porn debut and—”

“What?!” you and Taehyung exclaim in unison.

“Focus, I need a professional opinion here,” Jungkook deadpans. “I have a persona in mind, and…”

Then he rambles on about stuff you’re hearing for the very first time. It’s either bait, or there’s some understanding between them to roll with stuff under certain twisted circumstances. As Jungkook delivers his scarily elaborate pitch, you can’t help but wonder if this is indeed an in-the-moment improvisation, or if he’s actually thought about you as adult performers with an “incubus/succubus couple” schtick at some point in time. Taehyung attentively listens, silently goes to the rack where various restraints are displayed like fashionable leather belts, then picks a collar attached to a chain with large hoops. 

“Undress him,” he calmly instructs you. “Just the top.”

Jungkook doesn’t say a word, but his excitement is written all over his face in comically large letters, making him light up like all Times Square jumbotrons at once. You put your hands on his collar and cascade his blazer off his shoulders, then take your sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. The more skin you expose, the crazier your heart beats, and it reaches tachycardic heights when his tattoo sleeve enters the frame in its full glory. Once he is naked from the waist up, Taehyung attaches the collar around Jungkook’s neck and hands you the chains with a smirk. 

“Pull on it,” he demands.

You do, and Jungkook staggers towards you, almost crashing into your lips. Taehyung moves behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You see the vision, right?” he rhetorically asks you, his eyes glued to Jungkook. “Wanna take this upstairs? If you want a dress rehearsal, I’ll give you a platform.”

“Aww, you’d do that for us?” Jungkook coos with hyperbolic endearment. “Would your audience be into it?”

“My audience is 95% women, and 5% men with extremely good taste,” Taehyung drops his stats. “And 100% swing both ways violently.”

“Then lead the way.”

As Taehyung disappears into the dark corridor, Jungkook grabs you by the wrist to stay behind. He has those devilish lights flickering in his eyes again, and it makes your heart skip a few beats.

“Recess is now over,” he declares.

“So, back to do not disturb mode?” you ask.

“I think this should be more interactive, so you can keep speaking, but we still have rules in place,” he starts playing with your hair. “Three, in fact.”

“Listening?”

His face suddenly turns more stern, wordlessly letting you know that whatever he’s about to say is no joking matter.

“Don’t forget that your allegiance lies with me,” he emphasizes. “Don’t think about playing tricks or ganging up on me. You listen to me, not him.”

You nod.

“You don’t initiate physical contact. You wait for my commands,” he continues, “but feel free to go crazy while executing them. React as much as you want, however you want. Moan. Scream. The more you enjoy yourself, the happier you’ll make me.”

You nod again.

“But whatever you do,” he speaks very very slowly, slightly frowning, “you do NOT moan his name. The only name you’ll ever moan is mine. Is that clear?”

How can it NOT be clear when bro dropped it like fucking law?

When he said “The only name you will…”, he could have just stopped there. In fact, he should have stopped there, but it was a choice to say “will ever”. The only name “you will ever moan” is his. As in… not only for tonight, but like… forever.

You nod for the last time.

“Good girl,” he pecks your lips as your first well-deserved sticker. “Now let’s play.”

You follow the trail Taehyung has drawn with his cologne, and climb two flights of stairs in the dark corridor. It feels familiar when you walk into the lavish room dripping in reds and blacks; you remember it from a few livestreams. You can’t really tell if he actually lives here—it does look like a prince’s bedchambers, but he also has quite the set going on, at least a semi-professional one with all the expensive equipment lying around.

And to no one’s surprise, his choice of lighting for his den of sin is neon reds.

Jungkook settles on one of the armchairs right by the edge of the bed and volunteers to be your seat, pulling you into his lap. Taehyung returns with what looks like a few lavender-colored pills in his palm and offers them to Jungkook.

“You still partake, I hope. Will be a major buzzkill otherwise,” he speaks in the key of their degenerate memories together. “Hit two if you need it.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Jungkook readily accepts with a hearty laugh. “Man, my dick’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“As it should. ‘I need a minute to get hard again’ isn’t exactly giving living legend of live porn,” Taehyung scoffs, his eyes glowing like orbs of fire fixated on you. “Every good thing has a price.”

“Indeed it does,” Jungkook proclaims, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby.”

There could be fucking heroin in there, but you oblige with sheer enthusiasm, sucking on the finger that pressed the lavender pill on your tongue. It’s not because you are entirely blinded by your lust—Jungkook has asked you a question earlier that day, which sounded deceptively lighter despite the colossal weight it carried.

Do you or do you not trust me?

And when you said “I do,” you very much meant it. The “why” is not something explainable by words; you can only feel it. You can only feel that even if you’re going 200 mph in the wrong lane, this man would never let a single strand of your hair be harmed. Because whenever you’re with Jungkook, “danger” never truly exists.

It’s just an extra in the backdrop for the thrill.

“So… How much for a private show?” Jungkook asks, smile cocky, posture relaxed as if Taehyung is the visitor here. “My girl kinda loses it over that dick, you know.”

“WHAT NO I DO NOT SHUT UP!!!” you shriek at the top of your lungs, your scandalized reaction making both men howl with laughter.

“As you’re also intimately familiar, no show can do me justice,” Taehyung eventually responds. “I have to be experienced.”

“What do you say, baby?” Jungkook looks up at you. “Down for the full Kim Taehyung experience?”

It’s a once-in-several-lifetimes moment—could be an opportunity to seize or a bullet to dodge depending on how you wish to interpret it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Taehyung stares at you with hooded eyes, head tilted, palms pressed on the mattress, then extends a hand like he’s daring you to come play.

Or set your fucking life on fire.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you respond at long last, reciprocating his serene smile.

“Give me a kiss,” Jungkook tugs on your wrist.

At least this time he has the courtesy to let you know rather than going straight for the jumpscare. When you lean into him, he damn near inhales you, kissing you with the kind of passion he never has before.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect… it’s to send a petty message to Taehyung… or something.

“Go sit on his lap for me,” he whispers into your lips, forehead pressed to yours, tucking your hair behind your ear.

It takes a few seconds for you to come out of that trance, but you follow your orders. As you make your way to him, Taehyung spreads his legs even wider, letting you decide which thigh you would like as your new throne. You pick the left spot that has a magnificent Jungkook view and get comfortable, putting one arm around Taehyung’s shoulder while he curls his around your waist.

“Tsk, something’s not right,” Jungkook purses his lips, allegedly looking for the tiny but maddening flaw in his painting. He then snaps his fingers as if he’s finally spotted it. “Undress him. Just the top.”

You remove Taehyung’s blazer with zero rush, and he seems to enjoy his own striptease a bit too much. With every button you undo, you feel him grow bigger and harder under you, and when you finally reveal the gorgeous canvas you’ve only perceived through a screen, your lips part in disbelief that you’re merely inches away from painting it messy with your own hands.

If you had the luxury to initiate anything, that is.

“Now show me how wet you are for me,” Jungkook demands, slouching in his seat more.

His request is nothing that obscene, but when you’re wearing what you’re wearing, it feels like he’s asking you to gangbang a room full of people. You spread as wide as you can, and Jungkook lets out a stuttering exhale, biting his lips on instinct when the neon reds make the thick gloss coating your pussy glisten.

“Theeere you go,” he approves the final draft, contently nodding.

“So you lose it over me,” Taehyung holds your chin and turns your head towards his. “How?”

“I don’t remember ever confirming that,” you respond.

“Oh, come on, I don’t always get to hear direct feedback,” he attempts a playful persuasion, caressing your thighs lovingly but very much shamelessly.

“Direct feedback,” you repeat sarcastically. “Must be the most professional pseudonym I’ve heard for raging praise kink.”

Jungkook looks so entertained, grinning from ear to ear like he’s watching his team win in a tournament. Well, presently not much is at stake, so it’s not exactly giving championship game.

Doesn’t mean the semifinals are any less important, though.

“Is it… how I eat pussy?” Taehyung insists, hungrily staring at your folds as his touch climbs dangerously close to where he’s dying to be.

“Maybe,” you keep your ambiguous streak.

“But which one do you like better?” he tightens his grip around your waist. “How I lick, or how I fuck?”

“I like both very much, but the way you make out with a pussy takes the cake for me.”

“Oh, she likes both very much,” he lets his cheekbones rise to the stratosphere, orgasmically pleased with the answer he’s received. “Greedy. I like that.”

You can’t help the sighs you heave as he runs his hands all over your body. You know how mean this man can be when he wants to, but even when he gets too excited, unable to help the roughness of his touch, it’s the furthest thing from crude. There is this strange finesse to it, even a bit of worship in there if you squint.

And you still have no idea if you love being the object of his carnal desires just because it’s Taehyung, or because Jungkook is watching your every move.

“I don’t know why this is doing things to me,” he brushes his fingers on the fake tattoo behind your ear. The look in his eyes is indecipherable, but it visibly radiates sinister intent when he turns to Jungkook. “I need an answer. Gonna let me have her or what?”

“Have is a strong word. Let’s say I’ll allow you to experience her,” Jungkook rectifies. “Now that’d make one hell of a show. You should roll your cameras.”

“You’re actually gonna go through with it?” Taehyung questions, not even attempting to hide his enthusiasm.

“You’re the one that said you would give us a platform,” Jungkook reminds him. “I just have one condition.”

“Of course you do,” Taehyung snorts.

“Since we’re the talent tonight,” Jungkook divulges, “the stream’s revenue is ours in its entirety.”

“Fucking deal,” Taehyung instantly agrees, then points at the dock resting to Jungkook’s right. “Bring those to me.”

The dock holds two phones, one black and one white. Once he receives them, Taehyung opens the same app on both devices, one with a more elaborate dashboard, and begins his tutorial.

“These are the ‘dynamic cams’, and this phone is your control room,” he hands the black phone back to Jungkook. “You can switch between feeds, or choose multiple to broadcast. The static cams are located here, here, and here.” He points at the ceiling, the headboard, and the gigantic TV right across the bed. “They have motion sensors. If you’re not gonna film, just switch to auto mode, and they’ll do the work.”

“Not sure if I wanna know where you found those cameras,” Jungkook squints with a knowing smile, then looks around the room. “Before that, though, do you have any… accessories I can borrow? Preferably unused.”

“Top shelf,” Taehyung points at a large, black, safe-like cabinet right across him.

The chain around Jungkook’s neck jangles with each step he takes. The cabinet door opens with a metallic rattle, revealing some perverse treasure trove inside. It is what one would expect—all kinds of sex toys are exhibited on professionally lit shelves, some of which actually within display cases, and everything’s bedazzled with jewels.

And a voice at the back of your head tells you they’re not knock-offs at all.

“These are not fucking acrylic, is it?” Jungkook asks as if to confirm your theory, showing the bases of two blackish metal anal plugs. “Guess the red is ruby. What’s the black one?”

“Diamond,” Taehyung proudly answers. “If I’m gonna put something up my ass, it better fucking cost at least four digits.”

“Black diamond sounds A LOT more than four digits.”

“I said at least.”

Jungkook cracks up and continues his product review. “Very smooth finish,” he runs a finger on the shaft, then pulls the shelf out to show you all your options. “Point, baby. Which one do you like?”

You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to not laugh because this is fucking hysterical. Just this morning, you were pointing at pancakes, and now you’re supposed to point at what you think is the prettiest option to take up your ass as if this is goddamn Tiffany’s.

Your smirk grows bigger as you stare at him, and knowing his penchant for everything black, you point at the one with the diamond base.

“Your girl’s got taste, huh?” Taehyung places a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Jungkook pushes the shelf back in and closes the cabinet door. “What’d you expect when she fucks me on the regular?”

You what?

No, you goshdarn NOT! What does he mean rEguLaR, it happened ONE TIME! Well, one time after you made your arrangement official. Well, one time as in this is the very first installment of the said arrangement.

IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’VE BEEN COUNTING YOU’VE FUCKED TWELVE TIMES TODAY!

The questions in your head are about to drive you crazy. Is this for real, or is it a bit? Has Jungkook given him some instructions beforehand, and Taehyung’s just sticking to a script? Does Taehyung know what you and Jungkook actually are?

Do you know what you and Jungkook actually are?

Lost in the depths of your existential crisis, you haven’t even noticed Jungkook has made his way back to you. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly pulls on one of the chest straps and lets them unravel on their own to fully reveal your breasts, heaving a deep sigh at the sight.

“Rock hard,” he caresses your nipples with his thumbs. “God, it would look sexy as fuck with piercings. I’d cum untouched all over your pretty fucking face.”

He kneels to your left and wraps his lips around the hardened flesh, making you sigh just with sucks on your nipple. Taehyung follows suit on your right. With every deep exhale you let out, they moan a bit louder against your skin, and their soundwaves seep through you, rushing in your veins faster than your own blood.

“Come to my bed, beautiful,” Taehyung whispers into your ear. “Let’s get cozier.”

Don’t think about ganging up on me. You listen to me, not him.

A wave of panic washes over you, and you instantly look at Jungkook to gauge his reaction since defying him is not even the last thing you want. Much to your surprise, he gives permission with a nod, lightly pushing your chest to climb on the mattress. Taehyung rests his back against his headboard and pulls you into his lap, making you sit right between his legs. Your heart’s about to give out watching Jungkook crawl towards you, your blood pressure through the roof as he wraps his arms around your thighs.

Then he hits one lick from your clit, and your entire life flashes before your eyes.

A warm sensation starts spreading from your core to the rest of your body. Taehyung’s feather-like touch on your skin feels like he’s groping you as hard as he can. Jungkook’s tongue feels like he has three of them, making you flow a river in his mouth. Fuck ruining the sheets, you’re probably soaking through the mattress, and you are suddenly hit with these intense cravings. You want it to get worse, get harder, messier. You want it to get to a point where you have to beg for mercy. And you want them to turn a deaf ear and keep going until they both have their fill with you.

The lavender culprit is caught red-handed in the middle of a home invasion.

“What a good boy, isn’t he?” Taehyung softly chuckles, handing you the chains of Jungkook’s collar. “But I think he can eat better. What do you say?”

Your eyes find Jungkook as a knee-jerk reaction, and when he nods again, you wrap the chain around your hand and tug on it as harshly as you can. Instead of getting ticked off, he smiles into your pussy, absolutely loving this, and starts flicking his tongue on your clit with double the speed.

“Shh, no cumming,” he warns when your breathing quickens.

Then you find yourself in yet another ceaseless loop.

He brings you to the very edge, then stops. Brings you to the edge, then stops. Every time you’re about to cum, you force yourself to move away from him, and you do, but not because you can. Only because he lets you. Only because he can’t get enough of watching you lube yourself up.

“I said,” he sternly repeats, “no cumming.”

“Please,” you hold his head in between your hands to stop him. “P–Please slow down. I c— I can’t…”

But he doesn’t stop. Of course he doesn’t stop. He just keeps eating as if he wants to emboss your taste on his tongue permanently, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just listen. You just take. You just selfishly receive just like he asked you to, and collect your good girl stickers one after the other.

Something within Taehyung snaps so abruptly that he suddenly spreads your legs even wider apart, heavily breathing down your neck.

“Faster,” he demands, growling through his gritted teeth like he’s the one being relentlessly stimulated. “Make her fucking come apart.”

“Please, don’t, I c— I can’t hold i— JUNGKOOK, PLEASE, FUCK!!!”

Maybe Taehyung’s body is covered in kerosene and Jungkook’s tongue is an arson-worthy match, and they call this shit normal when they set people’s bodies on fire just because they can. You can’t pinpoint the origin point of the blaze, though. Part of it is lust; you can tell that much, but there seems to be some other stuff lacing it.

“Aww, embarrassed?” Jungkook hands you the answer himself, more affectionately than taunting. “Did it feel too good?”

That orgasm was a fucking brain freeze—you have a slight headache and a complete blank slate in your head. You can’t produce a single word. All you can do is nod, but you’re dreading the punishment that’s going to follow for stepping out of line.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he pacifies you, kissing all over your thighs. “Now Tae needs to keep your legs up for me, okay? Don’t worry, he’s gonna take very good care of you.”

You nod again.

“Good girl,” he steals a quick peck from your lips, adding one more sticker to your little scrapbook.

As Jungkook ties the straps on your chest back up, Taehyung loosens his death grip on you, his large hands tenderly massaging your sore thighs, and he drowns you in kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, and your lips. He’s pampering you so much that you might just fall asleep in his embrace. He pulls you back to earth with a little bite on your ear and spreads your legs again, holding them from behind your knees, and lifts them up. The strategic carving puts both your holes on full display for Jungkook, and it makes you feel a little too vulnerable.

And he absolutely drooools at the sight.

“I’m gonna fucking pass out, just look at this. Made to be used,” he hisses in delight, rubbing the tip of the plug against your drenched folds to get it wet. “You’re throbbing. You like it when I do this?”

If you could talk, you would throw some snark like, “Oh, I don’t know, is water wet, headass?” That tank crash of an orgasm paired with Taehyung’s kiss coma has turned you into an absolute puddle, and of course it makes you clench when this motherfucker talks to you like that.

“Do you want to be stuffed full, baby?” he stares at you like a starving hyena. “Craving your man’s cock again?”

Oh, he needs to shut the FUCK UP!

You know Jungkook to be a very smart man, if not the smartest one in your personal directory. He is perfectly capable of doing risk analyses, as well, so how come he can’t see how fucking dangerous his word choices are?!

How come he can’t see you’re trying so hard to stop yourself from believing that… that he…

“I’m gonna give it to you just the way you like it very very soon,” he places a soft kiss on your clit, then gently spreads your cheeks. “Now let’s make you prettier.”

He keeps dragging his tongue up to your oozing entrance, then down to your hips, smearing your slick everywhere. Your tensed thighs start to relax, but you still flinch with each lick into your tighter hole, no matter how careful he is.

“Deep breaths, beautiful,” Taehyung soothes you, his kisses still at work like a cozy blanket. “Focus on the pleasure. Doesn’t his tongue feel so fucking good in there?”

You fervently nod, no longer possessing enough strength to even open your eyes. You bask in that false sense of security Jungkook’s languid rhythm gives you, then properly jolt when he traps your clit between his lips again. He sucks on it with the happiest hums, and you finally feel the cold of the metal gingerly prodding your hole, soaking wet with your slick. He reaches for your hand, tightly locking his fingers with yours, and with each shallow thrust, the plug sinks a bit deeper inside you.

“Just like that. You’re doing so great. Look how happy you’re making hi— Theeere you go,” Taehyung keeps comforting you, grinning bigger when Jungkook swims back up to the surface again. “Looks beautiful, doesn’t it?”

“Sexiest fucking thing. I’m getting her one of these for daily use,” Jungkook damn near froths at the mouth with all the excitement crawling under his skin, then he leans into your face. “Comfortable?”

“I’ll… I’ll adjust,” you take another deep breath.

“Yes, you will. Of course you will. You’re so good for me,” he gives you a deep kiss, worth at least five stickers, then turns to Taehyung. “Let’s get this shit started.”

He hands Taehyung his phone, then pulls the armchair to the side of the bed, sitting on it with his legs resting on the mattress. As he’s testing the connection quality of his “dynamic cam”, Taehyung sets up the stream with what he thinks is a catchy title.

borrowing his girl bc i lost my fleshlight

“How does it feel to know we’re gonna make thousands of people cum tonight?” Taehyung pulls you under his arm.

“Kinda scary to realize how much I’m loving this,” you honestly respond.

He breaks into a satisfied smile, holds the phone up for you to see the screen, and finally hits “Stream”.

It’s just him in the frame for now, but you can see the flood of comments, flying by so fast that it’s impossible to catch a single word, let alone read them in full. Merely thirty seconds in, the viewer count is already at five digits and counting, and only then do you comprehend what a huge reach Taehyung actually has.

In your defense, who the fuck checks engagement stats when gooning?

“Hello there, my hellhounds. I have a really special treat for you tonight,” he greets his rabid fanbase. “An old friend is visiting with his girlfriend, but the thing is, they are a bit of an… experimental couple.”

What the FUCK kinda insane wording is that?!

This again. You just can’t tell if Taehyung is winging it or following instructions, but unfortunately, you don’t have the time to freak out about this right now. You shake your head and channel all your attention to the chat. The comments have slowed way down now; only Taehyung’s top subscribers have the privilege to stay on screen long enough to be noticed by him.

“So something interesting will take place here,” Taehyung shifts the camera to include you in the frame, showing you wave at the screen. “You get to fuck this beauty with me.”

ohhh pretty 🥰 are u set on 🍆 queen bc I'd wife the shit out of you. RESPECTFULLY! is the other half in the bed with you?

“He is filming us right now,” Taehyung turns to his director. “Say hi.”

Jungkook switches the feed to his POV, showing you and Taehyung snuggling on the bed, and wiggles his fingers in front of the lens. When the greeting is that veiled, of course it would leave the catastrophically horny audience unimpressed.

standard cuck or confident king? need deets tae hotness scale 1 to 100 🎤

“Oh, infinity. He’s so hot you’d fucking cream yourselves with a single look,” he instantly confirms. “Ripped body. Super charming. Tried hitting that myself actually, but he just doesn’t put out.”

All three of you laugh lazily, but it’s like Jungkook’s volume is somehow amplified in your ears. And even that much is enough to make your clit buzz as if he’s still vehemently munching on it.

What even…?

caaaap show us the body vids or it didn't happen

“Tsk, what did I even do to deserve this distrust?” Taehyung sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. “Get your tight ass up. They won’t believe me.”

Jungkook sets the phone down and stands up, and Taehyung orchestrates the perfect reveal. That mouthwatering physique is even more gorgeous under the red lights, and the tattoos look like a glow-in-the-dark map showing exactly where to lick. It’s not an unfamiliar sight by now, but the chain around his neck still makes your pussy throb, and his hard on pressing against his pants is about to make you cum untouched. As if to agree with you, the comments go off.

But it makes your feelings murky.

A part of you feels a bit of thrill that people find him this sexy, but another part of you feels insanely jealous for the very same reason. It’s nothing logically explicable. You simultaneously want everyone to drool over him, but also to not perceive him whatsoever.

HOOOOOLY FUCK 🫦 tae if ur fucking his girl someone should fuck him too its only fair hi im someone whats his name? 👀

“His name is… JK,” Taehyung divulges. “Shall we get started?”

Jungkook sits back down and takes control of the feed, nodding to signal your cue. Taehyung sets his phone to the side and shifts your body to straddle him.

Then something really weird happens.

You have masturbated to this man’s porn countless times. You still do on insomniac nights to tire yourself out. You have thirsted over him online and offline using excessively crass language, talking about what you would let him do to you day in and day out, whenever he wants, however he wants. The very same man just touches your face, but your heart still falls out of your chest. Because it feels like you’re cheating on Jungkook.

But WHY?

“He wants to watch you enjoy yourself, otherwise he wouldn’t bring you here,” Taehyung discreetly whispers in your ear, strangely reassuring. “Trust me.”

When he pulls away, you stare at his lips for a few seconds, forcing your brain into a hard reset, and submit your request.

“Then let’s see what all the full experience hype is about.”

He reciprocates your grin with an equally dangerous one, and when he takes your lips within his, the lavender culprit hijacks the feed of your brain. Whatever worry has started to bubble up is immediately put out when his tongue swirls around yours, and you let yourself go, just savoring Taehyung’s taste on your palate. It almost makes you laugh to notice he actually kisses like he eats pussy—with so much gusto, a little messy, and the wet sounds making you tingle in certain places.

“If that’s how you taste everywhere, I’m in fucking trouble,” he barely opens his eyes when he breaks the kiss, flashing an already fucked out smile.

“Then lucky for you, I don’t. Otherwise you would have tasted my man’s cum on my tongue.”

You have NO IDEA where the fuck that even came from, but with your inhibitions taking a nosedive, you don’t feel as embarrassed as you think you should. Heck, why should you? Jungkook was the one calling himself “your man” to your face, and so what if you’re just going along with it? HA!

Embarrassment may not be there, but you are still dead scared to look him in the eye. You just don’t want to see his reaction, especially if it will make you feel bad, so you deploy everything in your power to pretend he’s not there at all.

Then he goes ahead and forces you to acknowledge his presence, that motherfucker.

Oh, you hear him alright. You hear him loud and clear. You hear the way he hisses in delight as if he wants you to know he’s about to overdose on arousal, and it’s getting to your head so bad that he’s like this because he’s watching another man pleasure you.

Oh, you’re sooo fucked…

“So thoughtful of you. How did you know I like my donuts glazed?” Taehyung speaks politely like the royalty he is, catching you completely off guard when he suddenly flips you over. “You really shouldn’t have.”

And this is why Taehyung is called a prince. The prince of the nether realm, but still… He slithers down between your legs, but he is very cognizant that you had a feral animal going to town on you just moments ago. He works to soothe your body first, gives plenty of attention to your thighs, to every inch of your labia, just leaving very soft kisses all over. Only when he deems you are ready to endure his tongue does he cannonball into your pussy.

Also like a feral animal…

Of course you have wondered if he fakes it at all; the man performs for a living, but turns out Taehyung’s just a bona fide munch-ficionado. He completely loses himself in your taste, and you cannot believe you have the privilege of watching him make out with a pussy in 4K times infinity. From front row center!

“Mm, creamy,” he looks up at you expectantly. “Would you say I really know how to use that tongue, too?”

“Not bad at all,” you smile back at him.

i will NEVER get tired of watching this man eat pussy that clit 🫠 sooooo lickable 😮‍💨 zoom please!

Ever the fanservicing director, Jungkook zooms to the maximum, capturing the tongue-to-clit connection perfectly.

“Just tease it with the tip of your tongue. Don’t put any pressure.”

WHAT THE FUCK HIS VOICE???!!!!! sir you shutting up is a crime against humanity tf PLEEEEEASE DO A LIVE COMMENTARY

“Live commentary?” Jungkook chortles. “Your audience is way too horny, T.”

“Of course they are,” Taehyung loudly slurps on your slick. “Why do you think we vibe so hard?” 

“Give me a good angle. Cheek to thigh. Theeeere you go,” Jungkook approvingly nods, then switches the feed to your cam. “Show us how he munches on that clit, baby.”

Sure, would he like you to fucking DIE, as well?

You pick up Taehyung’s phone, filming him from the most salacious angle possible, and you suddenly hear a belt unbuckling to your right. Your clit throbs for whatever reason, and when you instinctively turn to the source of the sound, you almost combust seeing Jungkook stroking his girth.

Needless to say, it makes you throb harder.

“Gotta give it to you, Taeritorrials, your man knows how to eat,” he confesses to the audience. “Got me hard as fuck just watching.”

“Hear that?” Taehyung smirks, dying of ego inflation. “Tell him how my tongue feels on your cunt.”

“God, it feels fucking incredible…”

SUB GUYS FTW OH MY GOD YOU GOOD BOI YOU jerk it jk what else turns you on 👉👈

“Me? Everything about this girl turns me the fuck on.”

You kinda hate that you can’t see the comment feed because you’re dying to know what the context of this cursed conversation is. Meanwhile, Jungkook puts his own cam feed next to yours, showing how he lazily strokes his cock.

“I get so many intrusive thoughts about fucking her, I should be institutionalized. Look at what she does to me.”

omg simp SIIIIIMP taeritorrials adopt u jk <333

“Well, thank you,” he giggles. “Don’t you think your man should also jerk it while eating my girl’s pretty pussy?”

Well, no one has to tell Taehyung twice. His tongue not leaving your clit for one second, he unbuckles his belt and gets rid of his pants, giving Jungkook the perfect material to zoom in on.

will never not make my pussy throb that fucking SIZE need to sit on it rn  rn? try EVERY DAMN DAY

Jungkook has endured so much worse than this before and managed to stay perfectly unrattled. He is inclined to blame the lavender culprit for his silent spiral because every moan you let out, he feels it reverberate all over his body. Every glance you steal from him, he hears it as you calling out his name. Every time you touch Taehyung, he deludes himself into thinking you yearn to touch him instead.

And on the seventh-minute mark, he finally fucking loses it.

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The car that costs your whole life and then some has been on the road for twenty minutes, yet Jungkook still hasn’t come back to earth, still slouched in his seat, and still with a dumb smile on his face. His afterglow is like neon plasma, so blindingly bright that it’s about to turn the pitch-black sky into midnight blue. Neither of you talk, but the silence isn’t tense anymore—Jungkook’s harlot jams playing in the background make for a super chill ambiance.

“Super chill” doesn’t mean you’re not about to have a flooding problem soon.

Could be the slow beats reminding you of the rhythm you’ve been fucked to all night long, or his hand lazily caressing your inner thigh that keeps you so wet. Or maybe it’s your delusional mind playing a short film where Jungkook softly croons those hypersexual lyrics in your ear, fingering your dripping pussy somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t, ordering you not to cum while fully gunning for a messy ending, then smiling like the demon he is when you inevitably cream all over his fingers.

In any case, something’s going to drip down your legs when you stand up again.

You pull over in front of a sign that reads “Vanitæ” written in a seductive font, the unknown on the horizon making butterflies take flight in your stomach. Jungkook is the first to get out of the car, now fully bounced back from his ecstatic crash, and you follow after him. He picks up a duffel bag from the trunk, then slams it shut, and the car locks with an ear-piercing beep.

“Am I still on mute?” you ask.

Very pleased that you reminded the teacher there was homework, he breaks into a proud smile and gently holds your chin.

“You’re on recess but still on my terms. I’ll tell you what to do to earn a good girl sticker very soon,” he places a small peck on your lips, then intertwines his fingers with yours. “Come with me.”

Does this man NOT hear the kinda shit that comes out of his mouth? Or can he AT LEAST practice SOME impulse control so you won’t go insane? Fucking please and thank you?!!

Neither the name nor the structure of the venue gives away what it really is. It has a window like a store front, but the mannequins look more like an art installation than a window display. Mismatched costumes, chains, random-looking objects… You don’t know what is being sold, or if there is anything being sold at all. You’d think a store would be more welcoming to make as many Benjamins as possible, but you can’t just push the door and walk in as you please. Only when Jungkook enters a code on a number pad does the door unlock with a loud clank, briefly stealing the attention of the…

Patrons?

It’s not crowded inside; there are maybe only ten people scattered around, browsing merchandise, and somehow they all look like characters straight out of an erotic thriller. At least your business casual kinda helps you save face next to the borderline black-tie dress code, but rather than “high-end cocktail”, the vibe is giving “secret society eerie”. The room is dipped in champagne golds and warm beiges—it’s definitely upscale, smells like privilege, walks like luxury fashion but talks like pleasure dungeon. The more you look around, the more you can’t figure out where you’re at. It could very well be a boutique, a museum, or an atelier.

Of a depraved artist, that is.

“What even is this place?” you quietly ask Jungkook, your brows stitched together as your eyes jump from one “accessory” to the next. “You’re not gonna make me join a sex cult, are you?”

“Solid idea,” he grins, “but no.”

At the far end of the room is a suit-clad man with his back turned, explaining something to the couple next to him in lowercase letters. They seem to be comparing the three types of ropes before them, all in different colors and all tied into a different knot. When Jungkook spots him in the distance, his steps quicken, and when the clicks behind him are at their loudest, the rope whisperer finally turns around.

“Welcome t— Oh, hi,” he flashes an alluring smile at Jungkook. “Long time, no see.”

SHUT THE FUCK UP THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY!!!

With the arrival of the new “guests”, the couple thank their guide with graceful smiles and leave. The man greets Jungkook with a tight handshake, and you have to deploy every single drop of your self-restraint to resist the urge to squeal. You are elated and extremely confused in the same breath because Jungkook knows this is your all-time favorite…

Pornstars are technically models, right?

And just like that, you have so many questions that require immediate answers to keep breathing!

“Fuuuck me, the Kim Taehyung in the flesh,” you let slip through a stuttering breath, spacing the hell out into the man’s chiseled-by-gods features.

“Always a pleasure to meet a fan,” he reaches for your hand and places a kiss on it.

“You’re like… so much hotter in person, sir. I–I mean…”

“Sir?” he softly laughs, then turns to Jungkook. “Please tell me this is a gift for me?”

“Sure. Would you like to die of natural causes?” Jungkook replies with an equally charming smile.

The two men chuckle at each other as if this is just business as usual, and neither has the decency to acknowledge the tuxedo-wearing elephant in the room trumpeting “Fucking address me!”. At the absolute limit of your patience after that five-second lull, you decide to take the matter into your own hands.

“How do you even know each other?” you ask, exerting significant effort to not sound like a rabid fangirl.

“Might sound made up, but we actually went to law school together,” Jungkook answers, landing a loud slap on his friend’s back. “Then my man did the right thing and got into attention whoring business instead.”

“Your picks are in cabin two,” Taehyung points towards an arch leading into darkness.

“Your picks?” you cock a brow at Jungkook. 

“Come on,” he leads you to the back, leaving Taehyung to be a whip whisperer for the next couple in line.

This section does feel boutique-y with the changing rooms, albeit maybe in a strip club. The bright red neon lights illuminate the dark corridor on each end, giving it a cliché pleasure district vibe. As per the extravaganza dripping off the walls, even the changing rooms are actually rooms—so spacious, three people can easily fit in there and use it as a private lounge. Not that there is any reason for three people to chill in a changing room.

At least you can’t think of any PG ones.

The “picks” in question are clothing items hung on a rack, none of which can end up in your wardrobe of your own volition. They are all made of leather, entirely unwearable in public, and barely wearable within four walls, to be frank. You put on the first set and check your reflection, but it’s as if a stranger is staring back at you. With the bright red neon lights illuminating even the mirror frame, you look no different than a pleasure district merchandise on display.

“Need some help?” Jungkook’s voice reaches you through the thick curtain.

“Uh… Not really, but…” you answer him hesitantly, “I wouldn’t say I wore something.”

“Come out. Let me see.”

You open the curtain and show yourself, trying to play it cool and not make your embarrassment too obvious. It’s just a red strapless top and a micro mini skirt over fishnet stockings, but Jungkook still whistles a crass catcall followed by a two-syllable “damn”, shamelessly ogling you from head to toe.

“Mm, the devil’s mistress,” he puts his hands on your waist, slowly sliding them down to your hips. “I’ve always wanted to know what sin tastes like.”

He dives into your lips headfirst, and your knees give way so quickly that if you didn’t hold onto his Pacific-ass shoulders at the last second, you would be kissing the floor instead. The entire day, he’s been melting you with his random and deep deep DEEP kisses, and at this rate, nothing’s gonna be left of you when the clock strikes midnight. He doesn’t even give a fuck, deliberately making loud wet noises and caressing your pussy to make you moan into his mouth.

You got half a mind to bend over against that wall and ask him to blow your back out.

“What are you doing?” you giggle. “Someone’s going to see.”

“Shh, hold this,” he hands you his phone. “Record me.”

“R–Record you?”

“Yeah, the lights are really pretty here, don’t you think? It’ll be like you lured me into your lair,” he kneels before you, licking his lips at the sight of your slick folds. “And I begged you to keep me hostage for your pleasure.”

Then he fucking goes for it.

You turn the camera on and switch to video mode, legitimately wishing you were in the adult entertainment business because this footage right there is a certified gold mine. An insanely sexy man is on his knees for you, his arms wrapped around your legs, his eyes closed, slurping on your pussy like it’s fucking ayahuasca, just utterly entranced. You zoom in on how his tongue glides all over your clit, and even though you’re the one in the frame with him, he looks so hot that you throb harder with each lick.

“Mmm… Oh fuck, Jungkook, you really know how to use that tongue…”

“Dinner in my house and I’m not invited?”

“OH MY GOD!”

You yeet yourself back into the cabin and harshly pull the curtain when Taehyung’s voice suddenly blares in your ears. You’re about to DIE of mortification, yet the two men are not even slightly fazed, just giggling as if a cute accident has just taken place.

“Would you be able to resist this?” Jungkook wipes the corner of his mouth, gently pulling you out of your makeshift panic room. “Just look at her.”

Taehyung’s eyes land on you, but that’s not looking, nuh uh. The man eats you alive and leaves no crumbs with his gaze alone. He takes a few unrushed steps, circling around you, appreciating every nook and cranny like he’s appraising a rare piece of art for his debauched museum. As he completes his lap, he notices the letters behind your ear that look like custom branding, and it makes him break into the most perverse smile.

“Your girl’s so bad,” he lets out a longing sigh, staring at your lips with narrowed eyes. “Let me have her.”

The way they talk about you like you’re the pleasure object of the century should feel offensive, but context is everything. When it’s their vulgar attention on you, it makes you feel like the most powerful bitch in the universe, and you don’t remember ever being this flattered. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? It’s Kim fucking Taehyung openly declaring he wants to have you.

And rare are the things the prince of pleasure has hungered for and not devoured.

“Change into the black one. I’ll choose some accessories for you,” Jungkook instructs, pointing at the rack behind you. “Ditch the underwear.”

The two men leave the area, and although Taehyung moves as calmly as always, the brighter lights of the main lounge work like a spotlight, cast directly on the erection pressing against his slacks. Jungkook wears a shit-eating grin on his lips when he notices it, amused that old habits indeed die hard.

“How’d you like it?” he asks, flipping through a rack of cuffs with custom lettering options.

“Would pair the latex with a whip, but to each his own, I guess,” Taehyung offers his expert opinion.

“Yeah, that’s totally what I asked.”

Jungkook decides on a pair of black leather cuffs, then reaches for the sleek box right above the rack. He picks three diamond-encrusted letters and pierces the wristbands with them, devilishly smiling at the friendship bracelet from hell he’s just made. Satisfied with his little creation, he leans into Taehyung’s ear, finally divulging the purpose of his visit.

“Clear the place and lower the shutters. We got some business with you.”

“So it is a gift for me?” Taehyung smirks.

“You’re asked to be a guest, not the host,” Jungkook fakes a smile. “Play nice before I castrate you.”

Taehyung just chortles at Jungkook’s antics, amused that old habits indeed die hard, and does as told. In less than five minutes, the place is closed for a “private showing”. Ever the man of manners, he pours two glasses of his finest scotch, and the old friends get to reminiscing as though this is a casual visit to catch up, sprawling on the obscenely comfortable sofa that looks like it’s smuggled from a lesser-known palace.

Their conversation goes into mandatory intermission when your voice finally emerges from the back of the room.

“Um… Jungkook? Could you help me with this?”

“Come out here, baby. Let me see.” 

Is this man trying to fucking kill you? Like, is that the end goal for today?

“I uh… I don’t think I can,” you hesitantly speak.

“Come out, it’s just us. There’s no one else here.”

The vague wording makes you think that it’s just you and Jungkook, but you don’t even know why you’re surprised to see the homeowner with him. Of course he would be present. The only problem is…

When Jungkook said “Ditch the underwear”, turns out it was for practical purposes since what you’re wearing is a leather leotard. The piece is actually rather tasteful, beautifully designed with intricate straps around the chest, but it’s… carved out in strategic places, such as the opening that starts from your mound and reaches all the way to your tailbone. When you spread your legs, your pussy is out in the open to be licked and fucked to any heart’s content.

A depraved prince’s, for example.

Jungkook’s face falls in awe when you walk into the room. He downs his entire glass and sets it aside, then walks up to you to admire you closer. The mask over your eyes, the over-the-knee boots with ridiculously high platforms, all handpicked to make him lose his damn mind. Which he’s about to.

Then he goes ahead and puts the cuffs adorned with diamond “JJK”s on your wrists as if he wants to overdose on arousal.

“Gorgeous,” he holds your hand and spins you around. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Not even close to expressing how mesmerized I am,” Taehyung concurs, “but let’s just leave it at yes for now.”

“Which would be very wise of you,” Jungkook subtly threatens, wrapping an arm around your waist. “So anyway, we’re also making our porn debut and—”

“What?!” you and Taehyung exclaim in unison.

“Focus, I need a professional opinion here,” Jungkook deadpans. “I have a persona in mind, and…”

Then he rambles on about stuff you’re hearing for the very first time. It’s either bait, or there’s some understanding between them to roll with stuff under certain twisted circumstances. As Jungkook delivers his scarily elaborate pitch, you can’t help but wonder if this is indeed an in-the-moment improvisation, or if he’s actually thought about you as adult performers with an “incubus/succubus couple” schtick at some point in time. Taehyung attentively listens, silently goes to the rack where various restraints are displayed like fashionable leather belts, then picks a collar attached to a chain with large hoops. 

“Undress him,” he calmly instructs you. “Just the top.”

Jungkook doesn’t say a word, but his excitement is written all over his face in comically large letters, making him light up like all Times Square jumbotrons at once. You put your hands on his collar and cascade his blazer off his shoulders, then take your sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. The more skin you expose, the crazier your heart beats, and it reaches tachycardic heights when his tattoo sleeve enters the frame in its full glory. Once he is naked from the waist up, Taehyung attaches the collar around Jungkook’s neck and hands you the chains with a smirk. 

“Pull on it,” he demands.

You do, and Jungkook staggers towards you, almost crashing into your lips. Taehyung moves behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You see the vision, right?” he rhetorically asks you, his eyes glued to Jungkook. “Wanna take this upstairs? If you want a dress rehearsal, I’ll give you a platform.”

“Aww, you’d do that for us?” Jungkook coos with hyperbolic endearment. “Would your audience be into it?”

“My audience is 95% women, and 5% men with extremely good taste,” Taehyung drops his stats. “And 100% swing both ways violently.”

“Then lead the way.”

As Taehyung disappears into the dark corridor, Jungkook grabs you by the wrist to stay behind. He has those devilish lights flickering in his eyes again, and it makes your heart skip a few beats.

“Recess is now over,” he declares.

“So, back to do not disturb mode?” you ask.

“I think this should be more interactive, so you can keep speaking, but we still have rules in place,” he starts playing with your hair. “Three, in fact.”

“Listening?”

His face suddenly turns more stern, wordlessly letting you know that whatever he’s about to say is no joking matter.

“Don’t forget that your allegiance lies with me,” he emphasizes. “Don’t think about playing tricks or ganging up on me. You listen to me, not him.”

You nod.

“You don’t initiate physical contact. You wait for my commands,” he continues, “but feel free to go crazy while executing them. React as much as you want, however you want. Moan. Scream. The more you enjoy yourself, the happier you’ll make me.”

You nod again.

“But whatever you do,” he speaks very very slowly, slightly frowning, “you do NOT moan his name. The only name you’ll ever moan is mine. Is that clear?”

How can it NOT be clear when bro dropped it like fucking law?

When he said “The only name you will…”, he could have just stopped there. In fact, he should have stopped there, but it was a choice to say “will ever”. The only name “you will ever moan” is his. As in… not only for tonight, but like… forever.

You nod for the last time.

“Good girl,” he pecks your lips as your first well-deserved sticker. “Now let’s play.”

You follow the trail Taehyung has drawn with his cologne, and climb two flights of stairs in the dark corridor. It feels familiar when you walk into the lavish room dripping in reds and blacks; you remember it from a few livestreams. You can’t really tell if he actually lives here—it does look like a prince’s bedchambers, but he also has quite the set going on, at least a semi-professional one with all the expensive equipment lying around.

And to no one’s surprise, his choice of lighting for his den of sin is neon reds.

Jungkook settles on one of the armchairs right by the edge of the bed and volunteers to be your seat, pulling you into his lap. Taehyung returns with what looks like a few lavender-colored pills in his palm and offers them to Jungkook.

“You still partake, I hope. Will be a major buzzkill otherwise,” he speaks in the key of their degenerate memories together. “Hit two if you need it.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Jungkook readily accepts with a hearty laugh. “Man, my dick’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“As it should. ‘I need a minute to get hard again’ isn’t exactly giving living legend of live porn,” Taehyung scoffs, his eyes glowing like orbs of fire fixated on you. “Every good thing has a price.”

“Indeed it does,” Jungkook proclaims, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby.”

There could be fucking heroin in there, but you oblige with sheer enthusiasm, sucking on the finger that pressed the lavender pill on your tongue. It’s not because you are entirely blinded by your lust—Jungkook has asked you a question earlier that day, which sounded deceptively lighter despite the colossal weight it carried.

Do you or do you not trust me?

And when you said “I do,” you very much meant it. The “why” is not something explainable by words; you can only feel it. You can only feel that even if you’re going 200 mph in the wrong lane, this man would never let a single strand of your hair be harmed. Because whenever you’re with Jungkook, “danger” never truly exists.

It’s just an extra in the backdrop for the thrill.

“So… How much for a private show?” Jungkook asks, smile cocky, posture relaxed as if Taehyung is the visitor here. “My girl kinda loses it over that dick, you know.”

“WHAT NO I DO NOT SHUT UP!!!” you shriek at the top of your lungs, your scandalized reaction making both men howl with laughter.

“As you’re also intimately familiar, no show can do me justice,” Taehyung eventually responds. “I have to be experienced.”

“What do you say, baby?” Jungkook looks up at you. “Down for the full Kim Taehyung experience?”

It’s a once-in-several-lifetimes moment—could be an opportunity to seize or a bullet to dodge depending on how you wish to interpret it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Taehyung stares at you with hooded eyes, head tilted, palms pressed on the mattress, then extends a hand like he’s daring you to come play.

Or set your fucking life on fire.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you respond at long last, reciprocating his serene smile.

“Give me a kiss,” Jungkook tugs on your wrist.

At least this time he has the courtesy to let you know rather than going straight for the jumpscare. When you lean into him, he damn near inhales you, kissing you with the kind of passion he never has before.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect… it’s to send a petty message to Taehyung… or something.

“Go sit on his lap for me,” he whispers into your lips, forehead pressed to yours, tucking your hair behind your ear.

It takes a few seconds for you to come out of that trance, but you follow your orders. As you make your way to him, Taehyung spreads his legs even wider, letting you decide which thigh you would like as your new throne. You pick the left spot that has a magnificent Jungkook view and get comfortable, putting one arm around Taehyung’s shoulder while he curls his around your waist.

“Tsk, something’s not right,” Jungkook purses his lips, allegedly looking for the tiny but maddening flaw in his painting. He then snaps his fingers as if he’s finally spotted it. “Undress him. Just the top.”

You remove Taehyung’s blazer with zero rush, and he seems to enjoy his own striptease a bit too much. With every button you undo, you feel him grow bigger and harder under you, and when you finally reveal the gorgeous canvas you’ve only perceived through a screen, your lips part in disbelief that you’re merely inches away from painting it messy with your own hands.

If you had the luxury to initiate anything, that is.

“Now show me how wet you are for me,” Jungkook demands, slouching in his seat more.

His request is nothing that obscene, but when you’re wearing what you’re wearing, it feels like he’s asking you to gangbang a room full of people. You spread as wide as you can, and Jungkook lets out a stuttering exhale, biting his lips on instinct when the neon reds make the thick gloss coating your pussy glisten.

“Theeere you go,” he approves the final draft, contently nodding.

“So you lose it over me,” Taehyung holds your chin and turns your head towards his. “How?”

“I don’t remember ever confirming that,” you respond.

“Oh, come on, I don’t always get to hear direct feedback,” he attempts a playful persuasion, caressing your thighs lovingly but very much shamelessly.

“Direct feedback,” you repeat sarcastically. “Must be the most professional pseudonym I’ve heard for raging praise kink.”

Jungkook looks so entertained, grinning from ear to ear like he’s watching his team win in a tournament. Well, presently not much is at stake, so it’s not exactly giving championship game.

Doesn’t mean the semifinals are any less important, though.

“Is it… how I eat pussy?” Taehyung insists, hungrily staring at your folds as his touch climbs dangerously close to where he’s dying to be.

“Maybe,” you keep your ambiguous streak.

“But which one do you like better?” he tightens his grip around your waist. “How I lick, or how I fuck?”

“I like both very much, but the way you make out with a pussy takes the cake for me.”

“Oh, she likes both very much,” he lets his cheekbones rise to the stratosphere, orgasmically pleased with the answer he’s received. “Greedy. I like that.”

You can’t help the sighs you heave as he runs his hands all over your body. You know how mean this man can be when he wants to, but even when he gets too excited, unable to help the roughness of his touch, it’s the furthest thing from crude. There is this strange finesse to it, even a bit of worship in there if you squint.

And you still have no idea if you love being the object of his carnal desires just because it’s Taehyung, or because Jungkook is watching your every move.

“I don’t know why this is doing things to me,” he brushes his fingers on the fake tattoo behind your ear. The look in his eyes is indecipherable, but it visibly radiates sinister intent when he turns to Jungkook. “I need an answer. Gonna let me have her or what?”

“Have is a strong word. Let’s say I’ll allow you to experience her,” Jungkook rectifies. “Now that’d make one hell of a show. You should roll your cameras.”

“You’re actually gonna go through with it?” Taehyung questions, not even attempting to hide his enthusiasm.

“You’re the one that said you would give us a platform,” Jungkook reminds him. “I just have one condition.”

“Of course you do,” Taehyung snorts.

“Since we’re the talent tonight,” Jungkook divulges, “the stream’s revenue is ours in its entirety.”

“Fucking deal,” Taehyung instantly agrees, then points at the dock resting to Jungkook’s right. “Bring those to me.”

The dock holds two phones, one black and one white. Once he receives them, Taehyung opens the same app on both devices, one with a more elaborate dashboard, and begins his tutorial.

“These are the ‘dynamic cams’, and this phone is your control room,” he hands the black phone back to Jungkook. “You can switch between feeds, or choose multiple to broadcast. The static cams are located here, here, and here.” He points at the ceiling, the headboard, and the gigantic TV right across the bed. “They have motion sensors. If you’re not gonna film, just switch to auto mode, and they’ll do the work.”

“Not sure if I wanna know where you found those cameras,” Jungkook squints with a knowing smile, then looks around the room. “Before that, though, do you have any… accessories I can borrow? Preferably unused.”

“Top shelf,” Taehyung points at a large, black, safe-like cabinet right across him.

The chain around Jungkook’s neck jangles with each step he takes. The cabinet door opens with a metallic rattle, revealing some perverse treasure trove inside. It is what one would expect—all kinds of sex toys are exhibited on professionally lit shelves, some of which actually within display cases, and everything’s bedazzled with jewels.

And a voice at the back of your head tells you they’re not knock-offs at all.

“These are not fucking acrylic, is it?” Jungkook asks as if to confirm your theory, showing the bases of two blackish metal anal plugs. “Guess the red is ruby. What’s the black one?”

“Diamond,” Taehyung proudly answers. “If I’m gonna put something up my ass, it better fucking cost at least four digits.”

“Black diamond sounds A LOT more than four digits.”

“I said at least.”

Jungkook cracks up and continues his product review. “Very smooth finish,” he runs a finger on the shaft, then pulls the shelf out to show you all your options. “Point, baby. Which one do you like?”

You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to not laugh because this is fucking hysterical. Just this morning, you were pointing at pancakes, and now you’re supposed to point at what you think is the prettiest option to take up your ass as if this is goddamn Tiffany’s.

Your smirk grows bigger as you stare at him, and knowing his penchant for everything black, you point at the one with the diamond base.

“Your girl’s got taste, huh?” Taehyung places a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Jungkook pushes the shelf back in and closes the cabinet door. “What’d you expect when she fucks me on the regular?”

You what?

No, you goshdarn NOT! What does he mean rEguLaR, it happened ONE TIME! Well, one time after you made your arrangement official. Well, one time as in this is the very first installment of the said arrangement.

IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’VE BEEN COUNTING YOU’VE FUCKED TWELVE TIMES TODAY!

The questions in your head are about to drive you crazy. Is this for real, or is it a bit? Has Jungkook given him some instructions beforehand, and Taehyung’s just sticking to a script? Does Taehyung know what you and Jungkook actually are?

Do you know what you and Jungkook actually are?

Lost in the depths of your existential crisis, you haven’t even noticed Jungkook has made his way back to you. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly pulls on one of the chest straps and lets them unravel on their own to fully reveal your breasts, heaving a deep sigh at the sight.

“Rock hard,” he caresses your nipples with his thumbs. “God, it would look sexy as fuck with piercings. I’d cum untouched all over your pretty fucking face.”

He kneels to your left and wraps his lips around the hardened flesh, making you sigh just with sucks on your nipple. Taehyung follows suit on your right. With every deep exhale you let out, they moan a bit louder against your skin, and their soundwaves seep through you, rushing in your veins faster than your own blood.

“Come to my bed, beautiful,” Taehyung whispers into your ear. “Let’s get cozier.”

Don’t think about ganging up on me. You listen to me, not him.

A wave of panic washes over you, and you instantly look at Jungkook to gauge his reaction since defying him is not even the last thing you want. Much to your surprise, he gives permission with a nod, lightly pushing your chest to climb on the mattress. Taehyung rests his back against his headboard and pulls you into his lap, making you sit right between his legs. Your heart’s about to give out watching Jungkook crawl towards you, your blood pressure through the roof as he wraps his arms around your thighs.

Then he hits one lick from your clit, and your entire life flashes before your eyes.

A warm sensation starts spreading from your core to the rest of your body. Taehyung’s feather-like touch on your skin feels like he’s groping you as hard as he can. Jungkook’s tongue feels like he has three of them, making you flow a river in his mouth. Fuck ruining the sheets, you’re probably soaking through the mattress, and you are suddenly hit with these intense cravings. You want it to get worse, get harder, messier. You want it to get to a point where you have to beg for mercy. And you want them to turn a deaf ear and keep going until they both have their fill with you.

The lavender culprit is caught red-handed in the middle of a home invasion.

“What a good boy, isn’t he?” Taehyung softly chuckles, handing you the chains of Jungkook’s collar. “But I think he can eat better. What do you say?”

Your eyes find Jungkook as a knee-jerk reaction, and when he nods again, you wrap the chain around your hand and tug on it as harshly as you can. Instead of getting ticked off, he smiles into your pussy, absolutely loving this, and starts flicking his tongue on your clit with double the speed.

“Shh, no cumming,” he warns when your breathing quickens.

Then you find yourself in yet another ceaseless loop.

He brings you to the very edge, then stops. Brings you to the edge, then stops. Every time you’re about to cum, you force yourself to move away from him, and you do, but not because you can. Only because he lets you. Only because he can’t get enough of watching you lube yourself up.

“I said,” he sternly repeats, “no cumming.”

“Please,” you hold his head in between your hands to stop him. “P–Please slow down. I c— I can’t…”

But he doesn’t stop. Of course he doesn’t stop. He just keeps eating as if he wants to emboss your taste on his tongue permanently, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just listen. You just take. You just selfishly receive just like he asked you to, and collect your good girl stickers one after the other.

Something within Taehyung snaps so abruptly that he suddenly spreads your legs even wider apart, heavily breathing down your neck.

“Faster,” he demands, growling through his gritted teeth like he’s the one being relentlessly stimulated. “Make her fucking come apart.”

“Please, don’t, I c— I can’t hold i— JUNGKOOK, PLEASE, FUCK!!!”

Maybe Taehyung’s body is covered in kerosene and Jungkook’s tongue is an arson-worthy match, and they call this shit normal when they set people’s bodies on fire just because they can. You can’t pinpoint the origin point of the blaze, though. Part of it is lust; you can tell that much, but there seems to be some other stuff lacing it.

“Aww, embarrassed?” Jungkook hands you the answer himself, more affectionately than taunting. “Did it feel too good?”

That orgasm was a fucking brain freeze—you have a slight headache and a complete blank slate in your head. You can’t produce a single word. All you can do is nod, but you’re dreading the punishment that’s going to follow for stepping out of line.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he pacifies you, kissing all over your thighs. “Now Tae needs to keep your legs up for me, okay? Don’t worry, he’s gonna take very good care of you.”

You nod again.

“Good girl,” he steals a quick peck from your lips, adding one more sticker to your little scrapbook.

As Jungkook ties the straps on your chest back up, Taehyung loosens his death grip on you, his large hands tenderly massaging your sore thighs, and he drowns you in kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, and your lips. He’s pampering you so much that you might just fall asleep in his embrace. He pulls you back to earth with a little bite on your ear and spreads your legs again, holding them from behind your knees, and lifts them up. The strategic carving puts both your holes on full display for Jungkook, and it makes you feel a little too vulnerable.

And he absolutely drooools at the sight.

“I’m gonna fucking pass out, just look at this. Made to be used,” he hisses in delight, rubbing the tip of the plug against your drenched folds to get it wet. “You’re throbbing. You like it when I do this?”

If you could talk, you would throw some snark like, “Oh, I don’t know, is water wet, headass?” That tank crash of an orgasm paired with Taehyung’s kiss coma has turned you into an absolute puddle, and of course it makes you clench when this motherfucker talks to you like that.

“Do you want to be stuffed full, baby?” he stares at you like a starving hyena. “Craving your man’s cock again?”

Oh, he needs to shut the FUCK UP!

You know Jungkook to be a very smart man, if not the smartest one in your personal directory. He is perfectly capable of doing risk analyses, as well, so how come he can’t see how fucking dangerous his word choices are?!

How come he can’t see you’re trying so hard to stop yourself from believing that… that he…

“I’m gonna give it to you just the way you like it very very soon,” he places a soft kiss on your clit, then gently spreads your cheeks. “Now let’s make you prettier.”

He keeps dragging his tongue up to your oozing entrance, then down to your hips, smearing your slick everywhere. Your tensed thighs start to relax, but you still flinch with each lick into your tighter hole, no matter how careful he is.

“Deep breaths, beautiful,” Taehyung soothes you, his kisses still at work like a cozy blanket. “Focus on the pleasure. Doesn’t his tongue feel so fucking good in there?”

You fervently nod, no longer possessing enough strength to even open your eyes. You bask in that false sense of security Jungkook’s languid rhythm gives you, then properly jolt when he traps your clit between his lips again. He sucks on it with the happiest hums, and you finally feel the cold of the metal gingerly prodding your hole, soaking wet with your slick. He reaches for your hand, tightly locking his fingers with yours, and with each shallow thrust, the plug sinks a bit deeper inside you.

“Just like that. You’re doing so great. Look how happy you’re making hi— Theeere you go,” Taehyung keeps comforting you, grinning bigger when Jungkook swims back up to the surface again. “Looks beautiful, doesn’t it?”

“Sexiest fucking thing. I’m getting her one of these for daily use,” Jungkook damn near froths at the mouth with all the excitement crawling under his skin, then he leans into your face. “Comfortable?”

“I’ll… I’ll adjust,” you take another deep breath.

“Yes, you will. Of course you will. You’re so good for me,” he gives you a deep kiss, worth at least five stickers, then turns to Taehyung. “Let’s get this shit started.”

He hands Taehyung his phone, then pulls the armchair to the side of the bed, sitting on it with his legs resting on the mattress. As he’s testing the connection quality of his “dynamic cam”, Taehyung sets up the stream with what he thinks is a catchy title.

borrowing his girl bc i lost my fleshlight

“How does it feel to know we’re gonna make thousands of people cum tonight?” Taehyung pulls you under his arm.

“Kinda scary to realize how much I’m loving this,” you honestly respond.

He breaks into a satisfied smile, holds the phone up for you to see the screen, and finally hits “Stream”.

It’s just him in the frame for now, but you can see the flood of comments, flying by so fast that it’s impossible to catch a single word, let alone read them in full. Merely thirty seconds in, the viewer count is already at five digits and counting, and only then do you comprehend what a huge reach Taehyung actually has.

In your defense, who the fuck checks engagement stats when gooning?

“Hello there, my hellhounds. I have a really special treat for you tonight,” he greets his rabid fanbase. “An old friend is visiting with his girlfriend, but the thing is, they are a bit of an… experimental couple.”

What the FUCK kinda insane wording is that?!

This again. You just can’t tell if Taehyung is winging it or following instructions, but unfortunately, you don’t have the time to freak out about this right now. You shake your head and channel all your attention to the chat. The comments have slowed way down now; only Taehyung’s top subscribers have the privilege to stay on screen long enough to be noticed by him.

“So something interesting will take place here,” Taehyung shifts the camera to include you in the frame, showing you wave at the screen. “You get to fuck this beauty with me.”

ohhh pretty 🥰 are u set on 🍆 queen bc I'd wife the shit out of you. RESPECTFULLY! is the other half in the bed with you?

“He is filming us right now,” Taehyung turns to his director. “Say hi.”

Jungkook switches the feed to his POV, showing you and Taehyung snuggling on the bed, and wiggles his fingers in front of the lens. When the greeting is that veiled, of course it would leave the catastrophically horny audience unimpressed.

standard cuck or confident king? need deets tae hotness scale 1 to 100 🎤

“Oh, infinity. He’s so hot you’d fucking cream yourselves with a single look,” he instantly confirms. “Ripped body. Super charming. Tried hitting that myself actually, but he just doesn’t put out.”

All three of you laugh lazily, but it’s like Jungkook’s volume is somehow amplified in your ears. And even that much is enough to make your clit buzz as if he’s still vehemently munching on it.

What even…?

caaaap show us the body vids or it didn't happen

“Tsk, what did I even do to deserve this distrust?” Taehyung sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. “Get your tight ass up. They won’t believe me.”

Jungkook sets the phone down and stands up, and Taehyung orchestrates the perfect reveal. That mouthwatering physique is even more gorgeous under the red lights, and the tattoos look like a glow-in-the-dark map showing exactly where to lick. It’s not an unfamiliar sight by now, but the chain around his neck still makes your pussy throb, and his hard on pressing against his pants is about to make you cum untouched. As if to agree with you, the comments go off.

But it makes your feelings murky.

A part of you feels a bit of thrill that people find him this sexy, but another part of you feels insanely jealous for the very same reason. It’s nothing logically explicable. You simultaneously want everyone to drool over him, but also to not perceive him whatsoever.

HOOOOOLY FUCK 🫦 tae if ur fucking his girl someone should fuck him too its only fair hi im someone whats his name? 👀

“His name is… JK,” Taehyung divulges. “Shall we get started?”

Jungkook sits back down and takes control of the feed, nodding to signal your cue. Taehyung sets his phone to the side and shifts your body to straddle him.

Then something really weird happens.

You have masturbated to this man’s porn countless times. You still do on insomniac nights to tire yourself out. You have thirsted over him online and offline using excessively crass language, talking about what you would let him do to you day in and day out, whenever he wants, however he wants. The very same man just touches your face, but your heart still falls out of your chest. Because it feels like you’re cheating on Jungkook.

But WHY?

“He wants to watch you enjoy yourself, otherwise he wouldn’t bring you here,” Taehyung discreetly whispers in your ear, strangely reassuring. “Trust me.”

When he pulls away, you stare at his lips for a few seconds, forcing your brain into a hard reset, and submit your request.

“Then let’s see what all the full experience hype is about.”

He reciprocates your grin with an equally dangerous one, and when he takes your lips within his, the lavender culprit hijacks the feed of your brain. Whatever worry has started to bubble up is immediately put out when his tongue swirls around yours, and you let yourself go, just savoring Taehyung’s taste on your palate. It almost makes you laugh to notice he actually kisses like he eats pussy—with so much gusto, a little messy, and the wet sounds making you tingle in certain places.

“If that’s how you taste everywhere, I’m in fucking trouble,” he barely opens his eyes when he breaks the kiss, flashing an already fucked out smile.

“Then lucky for you, I don’t. Otherwise you would have tasted my man’s cum on my tongue.”

You have NO IDEA where the fuck that even came from, but with your inhibitions taking a nosedive, you don’t feel as embarrassed as you think you should. Heck, why should you? Jungkook was the one calling himself “your man” to your face, and so what if you’re just going along with it? HA!

Embarrassment may not be there, but you are still dead scared to look him in the eye. You just don’t want to see his reaction, especially if it will make you feel bad, so you deploy everything in your power to pretend he’s not there at all.

Then he goes ahead and forces you to acknowledge his presence, that motherfucker.

Oh, you hear him alright. You hear him loud and clear. You hear the way he hisses in delight as if he wants you to know he’s about to overdose on arousal, and it’s getting to your head so bad that he’s like this because he’s watching another man pleasure you.

Oh, you’re sooo fucked…

“So thoughtful of you. How did you know I like my donuts glazed?” Taehyung speaks politely like the royalty he is, catching you completely off guard when he suddenly flips you over. “You really shouldn’t have.”

And this is why Taehyung is called a prince. The prince of the nether realm, but still… He slithers down between your legs, but he is very cognizant that you had a feral animal going to town on you just moments ago. He works to soothe your body first, gives plenty of attention to your thighs, to every inch of your labia, just leaving very soft kisses all over. Only when he deems you are ready to endure his tongue does he cannonball into your pussy.

Also like a feral animal…

Of course you have wondered if he fakes it at all; the man performs for a living, but turns out Taehyung’s just a bona fide munch-ficionado. He completely loses himself in your taste, and you cannot believe you have the privilege of watching him make out with a pussy in 4K times infinity. From front row center!

“Mm, creamy,” he looks up at you expectantly. “Would you say I really know how to use that tongue, too?”

“Not bad at all,” you smile back at him.

i will NEVER get tired of watching this man eat pussy that clit 🫠 sooooo lickable 😮‍💨 zoom please!

Ever the fanservicing director, Jungkook zooms to the maximum, capturing the tongue-to-clit connection perfectly.

“Just tease it with the tip of your tongue. Don’t put any pressure.”

WHAT THE FUCK HIS VOICE???!!!!! sir you shutting up is a crime against humanity tf PLEEEEEASE DO A LIVE COMMENTARY

“Live commentary?” Jungkook chortles. “Your audience is way too horny, T.”

“Of course they are,” Taehyung loudly slurps on your slick. “Why do you think we vibe so hard?” 

“Give me a good angle. Cheek to thigh. Theeeere you go,” Jungkook approvingly nods, then switches the feed to your cam. “Show us how he munches on that clit, baby.”

Sure, would he like you to fucking DIE, as well?

You pick up Taehyung’s phone, filming him from the most salacious angle possible, and you suddenly hear a belt unbuckling to your right. Your clit throbs for whatever reason, and when you instinctively turn to the source of the sound, you almost combust seeing Jungkook stroking his girth.

Needless to say, it makes you throb harder.

“Gotta give it to you, Taeritorrials, your man knows how to eat,” he confesses to the audience. “Got me hard as fuck just watching.”

“Hear that?” Taehyung smirks, dying of ego inflation. “Tell him how my tongue feels on your cunt.”

“God, it feels fucking incredible…”

SUB GUYS FTW OH MY GOD YOU GOOD BOI YOU jerk it jk what else turns you on 👉👈

“Me? Everything about this girl turns me the fuck on.”

You kinda hate that you can’t see the comment feed because you’re dying to know what the context of this cursed conversation is. Meanwhile, Jungkook puts his own cam feed next to yours, showing how he lazily strokes his cock.

“I get so many intrusive thoughts about fucking her, I should be institutionalized. Look at what she does to me.”

omg simp SIIIIIMP taeritorrials adopt u jk <333

“Well, thank you,” he giggles. “Don’t you think your man should also jerk it while eating my girl’s pretty pussy?”

Well, no one has to tell Taehyung twice. His tongue not leaving your clit for one second, he unbuckles his belt and gets rid of his pants, giving Jungkook the perfect material to zoom in on.

will never not make my pussy throb that fucking SIZE need to sit on it rn  rn? try EVERY DAMN DAY

Jungkook has endured so much worse than this before and managed to stay perfectly unrattled. He is inclined to blame the lavender culprit for his silent spiral because every moan you let out, he feels it reverberate all over his body. Every glance you steal from him, he hears it as you calling out his name. Every time you touch Taehyung, he deludes himself into thinking you yearn to touch him instead.

And on the seventh-minute mark, he finally fucking loses it.

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A pathological litigator to the bone, Jeon Jungkook DOES NOT accept anything he hasn’t read or written himself. He doesn’t break any laws just to get a win of course, but he most certainly walks around them every once in a while to get his way. It’s crucial to be assertive but NOT aggressive, otherwise he can’t lull the other party into agreeing to his terms. You’re no exception to the rule.

Which is why he packages your impromptu meetup as “Let’s get coffee” rather than “I wanna negotiate how I’m gonna use you for my personal gratification.” 

He hasn’t penned a deliberately verbose “Terms of Use” to bury his motive under a pile of ‘hereinafter’s or anything. There is no 50 Shades-style cringe contract to sign. He just asks for one thing, and it’s so concise and straightforward that his motive stands before you buck naked. 

With a blinding spotlight cast on it for good measure.

“For 24 hours, I own your whole life, so think it over carefully,” he ends his pitch. “And if you decide you wanna do it, give me a three-day window.”

“Three-day wi— Why even?” you stare at him, slightly suspicious.

“Where’s the fun if you know exactly when it’s gonna happen?” he flashes you a devilish grin. 

So think you do.

It isn’t what Jungkook might have you do that you contemplate so hard, staring at your bedroom ceiling. You interrogate yourself brutally to find out how much trust you’ve really deposited in him over the years. Whether it’s enough to let him take the steering wheel of your life, even if it’s for 24 hours. Feelings or not, there is no other person you lean on as much as him when it comes to serious matters, but… 

What if he doesn’t consider this serious at all? What if this is just not that deep for him? At the end of the day, it’s just a game you play. 

Are you overthinking this for no reason at all? It’s not like the guy’s gonna have you rob a bank—the most he’ll do is ask you to suck his dick somewhere risky. 

But how risky? 

Would he just not give a shit because he has the reins for one day? Would you somehow find yourself between a rock and a hard place? What if you agree despite all his disclaimers and still end up in a situation where you have to say no? Would he be disappointed? Would you be disappointed by what he asks of you?

Do you not trust him enough after all? 

Well, it’s not like you have to say yes. Your cab negotiations had NO condition that you have to give him unlimited access to have sex with him. Technically, you can just say no to the free use part, tell him it might be a bit much for you, and still keep fucking him. Dude’s been getting no action for three years; it’s not likely that it’ll be a dealbreaker.

But your morbid curiosity eats the last bit of your trust issues like Pacman after a three-year fast. YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS LIKE!

You grab your phone and send a text to Jungkook, declaring your three-day window as Friday to Sunday. Before you can assume a sleeping position, however, your phone goes off with notifications back to back, vibrating itself to the very edge of your nightstand.

From: HAHA JK (unless? 👀) tomorrow night before you go to bed change the batteries of your bullet sleep naked with that inside you in OPERATING condition and don’t leave your keys in the lock istfg i’ll call a locksmith

Reading that to-do list, your stomach does three front tucks back to back and sticks the landing perfectly. You know your entire blood supply is rushing to your face right now because the pillow feels colder out of nowhere. Jungkook’s going to be here to own your life for one day. He will say, and you will do. It suddenly feels like you’re going to get on one of those rides that freefalls from a jillion feet tomorrow night.

Wait, tomorrow night?

You lunge at your phone and wake up your screen. The time shows 00:04 and the day tag reads “Thur”. You haven’t discussed “business hours”, but does he intend to be here at 12 a.m. sharp or something? 

So… in less than 24 hours? 

On a business day?

HOLY FUCK THAT’S SOON!!!

You spend your entire Thursday with your heart clawing at the bars of its enclosure. Did he deliberately ask for a THREE-day window so he could pick a business day no matter what? Is he actually going to come to work with you tomorrow? And if so… what for… exactly?

All of a sudden, you catch yourself looking at every corner of your office with an interior designer’s critical eye. Your desk, the couch across it meant for your guests, the conference table, the gigantic windowsill… And once you see the ultra HD porn that manifests in your mind, depicting how you’d get fucked senseless on each surface with him breathing down your neck, you just cannot unsee it! 

You may have had a hands-free microorgasm, but that’s besides the point.

You deliberately bury yourself in work for the rest of the day just so you’d be tired enough to go to bed early, but NO fucking dice. No matter how much you try, you can’t sleep a wink because of whatever frat party’s going on in your chest and stomach. It’s such a jumbled mix of emotions that you can’t tell what it really is. Is it fear? Excitement? Anxiety? Anticipation? Fexcitetycipation?

Before you can properly decipher the Inside Out situation, however, Jungkook’s spare keys turn in the lock, and you hear your front door open at exactly 12 a.m. It wasn’t even part of the ‘assignment’, but in a panic fit, you decide that you’re gonna pretend you’re asleep, hoping your heart thumping in your ears isn’t audible from the outside.

The rest of your senses are so alert that you can hear a hair strand fall, really. 

The front door closes, and keys slide into the lock again, turning with satisfying clanks. Footsteps approach closer. Jungkook’s cologne walks into your bedroom long before he does, bringing a bit of night chill with it. Something like a duffel bag softly thuds against the floor. The rustle of clothes being discarded fills the room, but there is no movement towards you. The footsteps fade away. In the distance, the squeak of a faucet melts into high-pressure water bursting from the showerhead, immediately followed by Jungkook humming a tune to himself. 

You almost crack up. 

His presence in the house gives you so much peace that it erases whatever weird amalgam of emotions was pressing on your ribcage earlier. All you feel is giddy excitement now, glowing with a bit of the warm and fuzzies.

Shortly after, the water stops running. The shower door slides open. The footsteps approach again, but this time, there is movement towards you. You feel a balmy breeze blowing your way courtesy of the scalding hot water Jungkook loves showering with, carrying hints of your shower gel with it. You’re not supposed to peek to keep your façade, but you’re dying to know what he looks like half-naked under the sultry lights of your nightstand lamps. 

Well, it’s dark enough. You just need to make sure it’s not obvious.

“Hey, beautiful,” he softly whispers.

IS THIS FUCKING PART OF IT? 

The way your heart races would put the entire F1 roster to shame. Does he know you’re awake, or is he saying shit because he thinks you can’t hear him in your sleep? In any case, you’re glad to be protected by a fabric firewall because that throb between your legs would snitch on your lack of REM sleep big time. 

Turns out it’s probably gonna snitch anyway since Jungkook decides your hiding days are over.

The bed dips a little with his weight, and he carefully peels the thin blanket off of you. When the heat you’ve been preserving under the covers vanishes into air, the chill that licks your body marks the wet parts with a frigid X. 

You have not realized you were dripping a little on your sheets. 

But you know the bullet has nothing to do with it. You know because the pulsating sensation only manifested after Jungkook set foot into your house. The moment he set foot, actually. 

Simp much?

A satisfied hiss hits your ears, and you feel the warmth of his skin on your thighs, large hands delicately caressing you. When you finally jump the gun and open your eyes the tiniest bit, you kinda understand why he wanted something stimulating you in his absence.

He’s drooling like a starving hyena staring at your sopping wet pussy.

“Delllicious,” he licks his lips, contently exhaling. “Thinking good thoughts of me?” 

The correct question is, when do you ever not?

He settles between your legs and removes the bullet very very carefully as if he’s trying not to knock down a Jenga tower. He clicks it off, and out of nowhere, places the most tender kiss on your clit.

Obviously you would flinch!

He doesn’t do anything. Doesn’t look up, doesn’t ask you if you’re awake or not. He just chuckles with his eyes closed and continues with his kisses. Maybe that’s his way of trying to lull you to sleep, who knows?

He slowly gets back on his knees, removes the towel clinging to his waist, and drops it on the floor. Yet again, you can’t be sure if he’s putting on a show or just doing things knowing you’re “not there” to perceive him.

But when he smears your slick on the bullet all over his cock and gets hard right in front of you…

HOLY F—!

“All of this is mine to play with now,” he presses his tip on your pussy. “I wanna show up in your wet dreams.”

AS IF he doesn’t already!

You think this is the part where he starts fucking you, but he seems to be just teasing himself. Jungkook must be the only man in existence who holds up the promise of “Just the tip” because his tip is literally the only thing that’s in, fucking you only very very shallowly. He can just full-on bury himself inside you, but he just strokes his cock to accompany that barely-there contact.

Maybe he’s a man after your own heart, relishing the climb a lot more than the fall.

“I wanna be the only thing you think of when you pleasure yourself,” he quietly utters, which turns into a grunt like he’s in mild pain. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

The correct question is, when is he ever not?

Oh, you can’t pretend. You can’t pretend you don’t hear him. You can’t pretend you don’t feel him. You can’t pretend you’re not about to lose your damn mind watching him float in ecstasy just from this much; there’s just no fucking way. 

“Do it properly,” you urge him, voice convincingly hoarse from keeping silent. “This isn’t hard enough.”

Jungkook sees your half smile and reflects it back at you with a maniacal one. He throws your legs on his shoulder, getting ready to hit deep.

“Did you see me in your dreams?” he whispers, even though there is no one else sleeping in the room.

“Will you cum inside me if I did?” you clasp your hands behind his nape.

“I’ll cum inside you even if you didn’t.”

Cannonballing into your lips, he takes off, precise thrusts hitting just the right spots. He refuses to let your lips go, even if it means less oxygen for him. The sounds he makes would make an unsuspecting listener think he must be having the meal of his life, the way he moans in delight with such wet sounds. 

When he notices he’s about to hit the finish line, Jungkook picks up his pace, sprinting at full speed, but he only allows the first burst inside you. Then he quickly pulls out, fervently stroking himself to coat your pussy with himself through and through. Watching those thick strings drip from your clit down to your hole…

If he physically could, he would cum again.

He settles between your legs and spreads them as wide as he can, just admiring the view of your creamed cunt. So vulnerable, all spread for him to please. So delicious. Absolutely mouthwatering. He licks a long drag from your entrance to your clit, smiling into your pussy when it makes you shiver. He wraps his arms around your thighs, closes his eyes, and begins to have the meal of his life.

For real this time. 

Of course he notices you moan louder when he stimulates certain spots, but he doesn’t care. He just indulges in your taste mixed with his however the fuck he wants, licking, sucking, slurping to his heart’s content. But his heart’s only. He doesn’t care if you pull fistfuls of his hair when you cum, arching into his mouth with a damn near scream. He doesn’t care if you thrash under him, trying to get away from the ticklish feeling. He doesn’t care if you beg him to stop. He just eats.

And eats.

Then eats some more.

“Shh, shh, shh, you can take it. Just enjoy what it feels like to selfishly receive,” he kisses your clit.  “And you’ll receive a lot today.”

Jesus christ, if you knew this was what the Free ‘The Big Spook’ Use™ was, you would have suggested it eons ago!

“Jungkook, I… I need to get some sleep,” you yawn, finally feeling the weight on your eyelids after the massive relief. “Work… tomorrow.”

“Then sleep. I’m not stopping you.”

“You know I can’t when you…! You know when you’re… You… You know…”

“Then that’s just too bad,” he serenely smiles at you. “I’m so in the mood to play.”

Play… Playing with him… Being his plaything when… he’s so in the mood…

What the fuck is this Satan’s spawn doing to you? Are you somehow getting bewitched?!

The play part is all fun and games, but there is only one problem with it. And it’s a big one.

When you agreed to this, you were somehow under the impression that Jungkook was going to treat you like an object, and you were fully prepared for it. Because he made it sound like something super dark, physically and mentally taxing, with high potential to leave a very bad taste in your mouth. You were expecting to feel bad, or at the very least… challenged. You expected to struggle.

Yet what he’s doing, the way he’s moving…

It’s a lot more dangerous than the alternative. It moves like a duck, quacks like a duck, but you’re supposed to convince yourself that the cute white fluff waddling your way is NOT a duck. Because you kinda have to.

Otherwise you’re gonna believe he loves you, and not like a friend at all.

“Turn around,” he taps the side of your thighs. “Arch your ass for me. There you go.”

Oh, okay, there it is.

This is the shoe, and it’s about to drop. This is where you get your ass spanked, hair pulled, and get called a bunch of profanities while he drills you into this bed. You get into position as instructed, and when you feel his heat behind you, you brace for impact.

Something does land on your body, but it’s not a smack. It’s just a kiss between your shoulder blades. A wet one that makes loud sounds.

You’re going to draw your last breath in this bed tonight.

He makes his way down, kissing along your spine, and stops on the small of your back. You feel his hands on your hips, and he continues kissing your waist as if he wants to suck some poison out of you. His breath on your skin is like a hallucinogen, making you imagine a reality that will never exist. 

Every time he presses those damn lips on you, you’re getting a little more delusional.

His kisses move further down. It tickles when he grazes his teeth on your hips, taking gentle bites from it, and a moan cuts your giggles in half when his tongue dips into your pussy. He licks into your hole like he wants to quench his thirst after being forced to stand under the desert sun for hours.

“Shh, steady,” he urges as he fondles you a little harder. “Hold it.”

“B–But I’m… I’m s… c–close.”

“Should I stop?”

“NO!”

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckles. “Don’t interrupt my fun now. I’m really enjoying myself here.”

If he doesn’t want his goddamn fun interrupted, then maybe he should fucking take it easy with the very thing that’s gonna RUIN IT!

Of course he doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking, licking, and licking, gradually sinking his fingers deeper into your supple flesh as a pseudo-warning with each glide of his tongue, but you can’t help it. 

How can anybody help it when they are fucking ascending in his mouth?!

“What did I just tell you?” he heaves an exasperated sigh.

“I’m… s–sorry, it was just… too good,” you speak through your stuttering breathing.

“Is that supposed to be a good excuse?”

Jungkook doesn’t seem amused at all. His face is straight, his voice is stern, and he gives you zero clues to correctly guess whether he’s playing a part or not. Your only fallback option is to take his annoyance at face value and assume he’s indeed not kidding.

“Are you mad?” you hesitantly ask.

“No, but I’m upset,” he responds with a pout, brows knitting tighter together. “I asked for one thing, and you completely ignored it.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter.”

He flips you around to face him, then grabs his cock, pumping himself to full hardness.

“Now I’m gonna fix myself another plate, with extra frosting this time,” he rubs his tip around your sodden folds before he aligns his cock with your oozing hole. “If you interrupt me again, I will not be as nice, and everything you’re paranoid about will happen.” 

A sense of dread settles in your chest. Okay, so this is the shoe. You won’t be able to resist his relentless attempts to snap you, and he’s finally gonna have his excuse to punish you.

Who knows just how much your acute worry is blaring on your face, the way his features instantly soften.

“But if you make me happy, I’ll make you happi–er,” he emphasizes. “Are you gonna behave now?”

You just nod in response as if you have swallowed your entire vocabulary. He flashes you a warm smile, and something tingles in your chest.

“Then let’s kiss and make up,” he steals your lips for the umpteenth time.

The phantom death grip on your throat suddenly loosens. With every kiss, whatever anxious feeling was trying to break in gets shunned away. It’s like you’re spellbound. 

He is bewitching you, you’re sure of it now.

Arms and legs tangled with one another, Jungkook fucks you dangerously slow and deep, and it’s so much worse than having him pass through you at berserk speed. Because you can feel every inch inside you. You can feel exactly how his girth grazes against your swollen walls. You can feel that spot the curvature of his cock hits just right. You would much rather get fucked senseless and messy, preferably with his soft kisses replaced with spanks, because then you could guarantee with absolute certainty that you wouldn’t cum. 

Yet this motherfucker is HELLBENT on forcing an orgasm out of you.

You steady your breathing to the best of your ability, trying to distract yourself by thinking the unsexiest thoughts. The overstimulation helps a bit, but at the end of the day, you can’t put a leash on fucking biology. 

You can’t put a leash on your fucking feelings!

Your mind is damn near convinced you’re fucking a boyfriend who’s insanely in love with you because the only thing missing from the scene is Jungkook whispering ‘I love you’s in between his kisses. He holds you in his arms, playing with your hair, kissing you endlessly, softly moaning with every thrust, and you’re on the very brink of just screaming at his face, “Either marry me, or give my fucking sanity back!!!”

And when he moves his kisses from your lips to your neck, something finally snaps within you. You do cum, but he doesn’t seem mad this time.

“I’m really sorry! I just… I couldn’t help it!”

“Shh,” he soothes you immediately. “That was some solid effort.”

“You’re not upset?”

“I’d never get upset when I know you didn’t just drop the ball. It’s the thought that counts,” he runs his fingers through your hair with a smile. “You made me very proud.”

He then sits down to finish his plate with extra frosting, and you find yourself in a ceaseless loop. He eats. Then you fuck. Then he eats. Then you fuck. It’s like the man runs on unlimited stamina, and you realize you’ve literally fucked until morning when your alarm goes off.

To no one’s surprise, you’re thoroughly and utterly spent.

“Good morning,” he grins at you. “Slept okay?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jeon.”

“Still? Damn, you are insatiable.”

You slap his arm and break into a smile yourself, albeit a very fucked out one, and grab your phone to turn off the alarm.

“Alright, I need a freezing ass shower to stay awake for the rest of the day,” you lock your screen and rub your eyes.

“Turn off your phone.”

You look at him questioningly, but he doesn’t flinch, looking dead serious. You fulfill his request, and he pulls you back to bed again.

“Now turn off your brain.”

You’re not sure how you’re supposed to do it, but it kinda helps when he kisses your forehead.

“Today, you do everything I say, no questions asked. You do it to make me happy,” he caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers. “And if you make me happy?”

“You’ll make me happier?” you snort.

He offers a click of his tongue paired with a wink as wordless confirmation. 

“You seem a bit too giddy about all this,” you observe.

“Fuck yeah, I am. I’m the birthday boy, and today all my wishes come true,” he lands a slap on your hips. “Get your ass up, I’m making pancakes.”

“Are you sure you’re doing this right?” you furrow your brows as you get up from the bed. “Everything so far was as if I’m the birthday girl.”

“They haven’t published a strict rulebook to follow yet. Might just spoil you rotten, who knows?” he smirks. “Oh, and one more thing.”

“Hm?”

Jungkook gets on his feet and walks to you, holding your face in his hands. He looks into your eyes with so much meaning that you don’t even have to ask, “Are you for fucking real right now?”

“Starting right now, you do not talk unless I let you,” he instructs. “Is that clear?”

Oh, okay, so this is the shoe, then. Right?

You nod as you try to remember what you had on the calendar for today. Not that you have much of a choice after everything that transpired…

“Good,” he places a tender kiss on your lips. “Go take your shower while I make breakfast.”

You’re properly dazed when you get under that water because nothing about this makes any goddamn sense. Bro claims he has trouble getting hard and sustaining it, which he calls an affectile dysfunction—a.k.a. he allegedly only gets turned on to specific things. The circumstantial evidence from a club alley and steamy hotline action kinda sorta suggests he has a bit of a thing for cum. And mayyybe the idea of sharing his partner as well as being watched. So far, so good.

Yet this morning, the aching between your legs begs to fucking differ.

It wouldn’t be entirely off the mark to call what you did all night making love. Not a shred of kink, except for his staple cum thingy. That was quite literally softer than all the sex you had with your actual exes combined. Is it ridiculous to think he popped a pill last night to be able to perform? Or…

Is Jungkook… lying to you about some things?

You wake up from the thoughts you’re lost in when the shower door suddenly slides open. Jungkook randomly joins you to take a very quick shower next to you in silence. Once he’s done, he reaches for the shower door, but stops at the last second.

He grabs the loofah from your hands and turns you around to wash your back. Since you’re on “timeout”, unless he says things, it’s dead quiet, and the lack of snarky remarks starts to feel awkward. You need something to remind you that he’s still the egomaniacal asshole, otherwise…

Otherwise…

Jungkook hands you the loofah back, and with yet another quick peck on your lips, he finally exits the shower, leaving you to rinse your body. You wonder if you’ll be able to wash some other unwanted things off if you scrub yourself hard enough. 

Unbothered to operate a blow dryer, you just blot up the excess moisture from your hair with a towel and follow the delicious smells with your fluffy robe still on. When you reach your destination, however, the breakfast table is so damn lavish that it makes your jaw drop, hard enough to cause a sizeable dent in the floor. 

Did he fucking SHOP last night because you didn’t even have this much stuff in your fridge!

“No, that’s not where you sit.”

When Jungkook majestically cockblocks your blossoming fling with the scrambled eggs, you stare at him a little annoyed, still standing. He holds your hand and pulls you towards himself, pointing at the floor with his eyes. 

“On your knees for me.”

Oh…

No, that’s… Is that the shoe?

“No, I’m not gonna make you eat there,” he responds as if he can read your mind, then takes his cock out of his gray sweatpants. “Fluff me.”

Maybe you’re a little bit ashamed of the sigh of relief you discreetly let out.

When you get on your knees, you realize Jungkook really meant what he said last night. It was by design, but all you did was indeed selfishly receive. Everything. You didn’t even lift a finger for his pleasure.

You look up at him with a smile and drag his sweatpants all the way down, spreading his legs a little wider. Your hands caressing his sides, you start with kisses on his thighs and move your way up to his balls, then his shaft, then start climbing towards his tip. You trace the bulging veins on his cock with your tongue, relishing the breathy moans he lets slip, but before you even take him in your mouth, he stops you.

“Fuck, you’re gonna ruin my appetite if you keep doing that,” he flashes you an already fucked out smile. “Come up. I saved you a seat.”

When you rise to your feet again, he undoes the belt of your robe first, taking a moment to enjoy the view. He then turns you around and makes you sit on his lap.

Directly on his cock.

“Comfortable?” he asks, pushing a little further inside you. 

You nod and reach for the fork to seduce the pancakes this time, just to get cockblocked yet again.

“No,” Jungkook grabs your hand and puts it back down. “I’ll feed you.”

FEED YOU?

Oh, god, this is even worse than the kiss-fucking. Just what the hell is he PLAYING AT?!

Other than driving you clinically insane, that is.

“Point. Which one do you want?”

You point at the raspberry ones you’ve been rizzing up, and Jungkook sticks a fork in one, cutting it up into little pieces, then feeds you the first bite. Your eyes roll back with how orgasmic that taste is. 

“Good?” he smirks at your enthusiastic reaction. 

You fervently nod, and Jungkook begins his princess treatment in earnest.

He actually hand-feeds you everything you want, one arm wrapped around your waist caressing you from time to time. You feel him get hard inside you, occasionally throbbing, which makes you silently giggle. But he’s treating you so well that you’re getting suspicious as to when the use part will begin.

When you’re finished with your pancakes, you reach for the little bowl that has cut-up peaches in it, and he immediately stops you again, but this time, you stare daggers at him and break free. He heaves a deep, annoyed sigh, clearly about to get mad, but when you turn to him with a piece of peach hovering over his mouth, he instantly softens. He lets you feed him the plump fruit, licking the juices on your fingers a little, and having absolutely no impulse control, he pulls you into a kiss.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO SOFT?!

His kisses are a bit heated this time, turning into gentle bites. He starts fucking into you with his idle fingers playing with your clit.

“God, I can’t stop…” he pants into your neck. “You feel so good.”

The whole thing is like a summer rain. It quickly escalates, he rains on you, and it’s all clear skies and sunshine again. He calms down as he catches his breath in the crook of your neck, then continues with the breakfast as if nothing had happened just now. It makes you chuckle.

“Full?” he asks when you stop his next bite. 

You nod.

“Did you like it?”

You nod again.

“Then give me a kiss.”

FUCKING STOP!

But of course you don’t, because the day you say no to kissing Jungkook, you need to be checked into a psych ward. Of course you kiss him even though it’s horrendously domestic. Your heart flutters when he kisses your breasts.

“Now that you’ve finished eating, I can start.” He taps on your side for you to get up and clears half the plates to make space. “Sit on the table.”

You look at him all incredulous, but considering how he sits back on the chair, it wasn’t a figure of speech. You sit on the table, and he pulls his chair closer, pulling something out of his pocket that looks like a lube bottle. He opens the cap and holds it under your nose.

“Does it smell good?”

You nod.

“It’s edible,” he grins. “Spread your legs for me.”

Unlike his M.O. that you know by heart by now, Jungkook doesn’t dive right in. He drips a bit of the oil into his palm and coats his hands with it, then starts massaging your lips carefully to soothe the “burn”, observing your face every once in a while for any signs of discomfort. 

Then comes the happy ending. Well, sort of.

He buries his head between your legs, but is extra gentle with the way he moves. Nothing rash or hard. Just little licks and a lot of kisses, keeping you wet, as if he wants to relax you rather than “have sex” with you.

And while watching him work, you take the deepest breaths of your life to not make a sound. 

“It’s okay, you can moan,” he graciously permits. “It doesn’t count as talking.”

He makes you whimper a little bit with his salacious spa treatment, but makes no effort to make you cum. Because this isn’t to make you cum. 

True to his word, the man is literally just having breakfast.

“Time to go get ready for work,” he checks his watch when the alarm goes off, then starts clearing the table. “I’ll take care of this.”

You don’t know what to feel as you change. It’s like you’re in a limbo, stuck between cloud nine, ten, eleven and recurring car crashes. Does Jungkook have an actual motive here, or is he just winging it? If he’s winging it, why is he winging it like that? 

If you somehow survive these twenty four hours and find yourself holding onto a shred of hope, you’re fucking doomed.

“Pencil skirt. Hot.” 

It’s uncanny how he keeps manifesting when you’re mid-spiral, and this time, he aborts your self-talk as you do your finishing touches in the bathroom.

Come to think of it, this might be the very first time Jungkook sees you in business casual.

“If I was your boss, would you stay late for me?” he puts his hands on your hips, gently rubbing you. “Let me take the day’s stress out on you?”

You’re slowly starting to believe your own theory that he uses some sort of enhancement because just how can he be this horny all the time? He has to be on something!

But maybe it’s a bit contagious because you find yourself grinning at his reflection in the mirror with a nod.

“Of course you would. You’re my plaything,” he hikes your skirt up to your waist. “God, the way I’d make everyone die of jealousy, fucking you all over my office at all hours of the day.”

You stop moving as he drags your underwear down, watching him take his cock out in the mirror. It’s like you suddenly can’t multitask at all.

“Shh, just do your makeup,” he urges as he slides inside you.

This is like the breakfast table all over again. His thrusts are lazy because he doesn’t fuck you to cum. It’s just for fun. Just because he feels like snacking a little bit. 

Fucking easier said than done—you’d like to see how he drafts his deposition when you suck his dick. Christ!

Once he gets his fill, he puts his pants back on, but removes your underwear altogether. He stares into your soul in the mirror as he licks it.

“No panties for you today. I’ll be keeping this,” he rolls the fabric into a ball and puts it in his pocket. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

He has something in his hand that looks like a microscopic vinyl sticker. He removes it from the paper and carefully places it right behind your ear, clearly loving what he sees. 

“Beautiful,” he kisses your neck with a content smile. “Ready when you are.” 

When he leaves the bathroom, you hold up a hand mirror to see what the heck you’ve just been branded with. It’s not a microchip to track your GPS or anything; it’s indeed a sticker of sorts that looks like a fake tattoo.

It just has the letters JK on it. 

As Jungkook drives you to work, you try your best to come off your strange high to no avail. The fresh air that caresses your face, the coffee you’re sipping from the gigantic tumbler, nothing seems to work. Your heart still beats erratically, and you feel entirely disoriented.

“I’ll pick you up at 6, and we’ll get some dinner, okay?” 

What?

So this tantric torture is supposed to continue outside. Very cool. You curse a mouthful at yourself for your self-fulfilling prophecy with the “Haha yeah the most he’ll ask is to suck his dick somewhere risky.” There you have it. 

You nod at him and open the car door, but he grabs you by the arm before your feet can touch the ground.

“No kiss?”

JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM?

That’s it. By the end of these twenty four hours, which suspiciously feel like forty eight, you’re going to have a massive meltdown. You’d like to call your lawyer to revise your last will and testament before you say goodbye to this cruel world, but unfortunately, your lawyer is Jeon Jungkook!

Yet he looks at you with such sad eyes that one has to be a heartless monster to say no to him. Of course you kiss him even though it’s horrendously domestic. You kiss him with too many butterflies in your stomach, and you start dying immediately when he lingers.

Free use, my ass. Dude’s straight up free using your heart.

You successfully make it to noon without going crazy. At least the ache between your legs seems to have soothed. There are no meetings scheduled and no fires to put out—it’s one of those legendary Pokémon status rare days where you can just lock in and be productive without any interruptions.

So naturally, that’s when your door opens without a knock, and Jeon fucking Jungkook struts in wearing one of his damn bespoke Pradas, looking like an absolute whore.

“Thanks, Aileen,” he flashes an extremely charming smile at your secretary, but when he closes the door, his face turns almost demonic. You stare at him with an expression that yells, “The FUCK are you doing here in your harlot attire?” pointing at the suit that seems brand new.

“Oh, this?” he dusts off his shoulder and adjusts his cuffs. “Figured I should look nice for our lunch date.”

You almost spurt the water you’re sipping on in a very Looney Tunes fashion, but he doesn’t seem like he’s joking. He approaches your desk in slow motion like the OG demon that invented lust and speaks very very quietly against your lips.  

“Found this great restaurant that serves the best food,” he tugs your bottom lip down with his thumb. “Thought we could spend your lunch break there. Sounds good?”

You nod, unsure if you’re a little scared or massively turned on. Jungkook holds your hand and helps you get up, but when you reach for your bag, he suddenly stops you. 

“I didn’t say the restaurant was outside,” he smirks, running his fingers down your cleavage. “I almost turned the fucking car around after dropping you off. I barely made it to lunch.”

He starts hiking your skirt up again, and your head inadvertently turns to the door. 

“Shh, it’s fine,” he quietly reassures you. “Do you trust me?”

DO YA?

Just how many prophecies have you come up with within the span of a few days? It’s like every drastic “What if” you tried to workshop decided to go “Actually, nuh uh”, coming true one by one scarily fast.

But it’s Jungkook. If you’re not gonna trust him, then who can you possibly trust?

You eventually nod.

“Good girl,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Stay like this.”

You have no idea what the heck is going on when he lies on your desk out of nowhere. He lets his head dangle off the edge, looking up at you, then pulls you by your hips to mount your pussy on his mouth. Once he positions you, he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock, gently pressing on your back to lower yourself on him. You can’t believe that you oblige without so much as a “Uh, hello?” tap on the shoulder.

Are you… fucking sixty-nining this man on your DESK right now?

You can’t tell if it’s because of the gargantuan amounts of risk, but you don’t remember ever feeling this much thrill in your entire life. The heroinesque high seems to even change Jungkook’s taste as he fucks into your mouth. He’s suddenly this sweetest forbidden fruit that you have to take a bite from at least once a day, his decadent flavor growing more and more intense on your tongue. It’s as if time stops. You can’t perceive, nor care about anything that isn’t Jungkook. Just Jungkook’s taste. Jungkook’s scent. Jungkook’s pleasure. Jungkook.

Jungkook. 

Jungkook.

When you convulse on his face with muffled moans, he finally lets go and floods you, holding onto your hips for dear life. He sounds completely out of it, and you’re no different. Consuming every last drop, you peel yourself off of him, wondering if he was relentlessly kissing you to nuke whatever inhibitions you may have.

Because you feel full-on drunk.

“Had to make it a standing lunch for time constraints. We’ll get a private room next time,” he bites your lips, then lands a playful smack on your ass. “See you in a few hours, beautiful.”

After Jungkook leaves, you just plop down on your chair, just zoning out. A literal case of “no thoughts, head empty”. The purpose of today is to have you spiral out of reality, apparently. What the heck just happened? Even when you were appraising the porn-tential of your office furniture yesterday, this wasn’t one of the possibilities. 

On the bright side, you strangely feel full as if you’ve had a 10-course meal.

Unfortunately, the glow of the day ends there when Aileen drops a bombshell in your office, requiring you to get into a nasty fight with corporate communications. In the blink of an eye, it’s like your horny delusions only happened in your head because there is zero drop of elation left in your veins with how red you’re seeing.

“Oh, FUCK YOU, how many times are we gonna have to tell you to do your fucking JOB?!”

Your afternoon from hell reaches its climax with you fervently pacing in the room, spelling out extremely basic stuff on the phone, frothing at the mouth and getting frighteningly close to going on a rampage. You’re so deafened by your fury that you don’t even realize Jungkook is standing by your door until you turn around. Still cursing away, you check the time, then cover the receiver.

“It’s 5:30. You’re early,” you address Jungkook rather quietly, then immediately return to your call. “AS IF you know how to follow a deadline. I wasn’t talking to you!

“You’re talking,” he speaks, brows dangerously knit together. 

“It’s work,” you echo his tone to a T before ending your call. “Oh, jesus fucking christ, just do whatever you want!”

You slam the receiver back in the cradle, rubbing your temples to come down from the extreme stress high. Meanwhile, someone doesn’t think you deserve that kind of break. 

“You think this is a fucking game?”

You open your eyes and look at Jungkook, in sheer disbelief that he’s actually serious right now. The expression on his face reads like a mixture of anger and disappointment. 

You should declare yourself a witch at your earliest convenience because the very thing you’ve been dreading to come true is actually coming true.

“Jungkook, this is—”

“Work, yeah,” he starts taking slow steps towards you. “What was the very first thing I told you? This does not happen at your convenience. It happens at mine.”

“I know, but it’s—”

“I asked you to think it over carefully, and I told you I own your life for 24 hours,” he recounts the terms of your deal you already know too well. “This is how you hold up your end of the bargain?”

“Will you calm the fuck down?!” you protest in frustration, quickly dimming your volume to a loud whisper. “If someone hears this, I’ll get fired!”

“Then you need to decide,” he stands right before you, barely two inches away. “You either trust me, or you don’t. There is no in between.”

Do you not trust him enough after all? 

Jungkook is the most cautious man you know. He makes a living out of fine print and loopholes, which gives him some diabolical superpower that makes him think of conditions that never occur to anyone. It’s probably why he has a huge zero under his “Cases Lost” column. 

And it would be a lie to say that his OCD meticulousness isn’t a huge source of reassurance for you.

“You either actually believe that I do shit with complete disregard of consequences on your life,” he continues slowly, “or you don’t.” 

Jungkook is… the most cautious man you know. To the point of insufferable actually. And not too long ago, you even said it to him yourself. 

You’d never do something without covering your own ass first. You’re way too cautious.

Why do you feel fucking duped all of a sudden?

“What were you talking to Aileen about this afternoon?” you ask him, slightly annoyed.

He doesn’t answer you. He’s not necessarily smiling, but something in his features has changed. You know that look from somewhere, and it makes you wanna choke him to death for playing elaborate tricks on you.

“I’ll ask you one last time,” he insists. “Do you or do you not trust me?”

“I do,” you reply with no pause this time.

“Show me.”

You have no idea how you can provide conclusive evidence that you trust him, so you do the only thing you can think of. You hold his face and kiss him, and Jungkook’s knees almost give way, quick to melt into your lips. 

But when you pull away, he changes his personality at the snap of a finger like he’s changing shirts.

“Since you loooove talking so much, I’ll give you a few words to say,” he crosses his arms over his chest. “Apologize for your disobedience.”

Way to put you on the spot like that.

You don’t even know what anything is anymore. The lines between reality and make-believe are completely blurred. One minute, he is Jungkook; in the next, he is this repulsed-by-disobedience dom from hell.

Which one are you talking to?!

“I–I’m sorry,” you avert your eyes from him.

“Tsk, you can do better than that,” he purses his lips. “Apologize.”

What does he want exactly? If he had given you a syllabus that mentioned apology methods were going to be on the test, you would have surely studied accordingly!

“I… apologize,” you try your luck again.

“Still not convincing,” he shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

He takes one more step towards you and puts his hands on either side, trapping you between him and the desk.

“Because you’re not sorry for what you’ve done, are you?” he leans in. “You’re sorry you got caught.”

He sneaks a hand under your skirt, caressing your pussy with a single finger. You gasp when he harshly turns you around, breathing down your neck just like the ultra HD porn that has manifested in your mind the day before.

“Are you gonna do it again?” he snarls into your ear.

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“I–I promise.”

He reaches into his pocket and takes out the underwear he’s been carrying around the whole day, making you bite on it as a suppressor again. You hear the belt unbuckling behind you, and flames swallow your body whole.

“If you break your promise to me one more time,” he aligns his cock with your entrance, “I will not be so forgiving.”

He rams himself into you with a sharp thrust, but even though he moves hard, it’s no different than what’s been happening the entire day. He’s not fucking you to cum, nor is this a punishment. He just communicates with sex. It’s literally body language—when he gets mad, so does his body. When he feels calm, so are his touches.

“Get your stuff,” he puts his pants back on after maybe only ten seconds. “We’re leaving.”

After sufficiently collecting yourself, you walk out for the first time the whole day, and what you see, or rather don’t see, surprises you. There is no one outside. 

It’s as if… someone told them to… vacate the floor… or something.

It’s tense when you get in the car. Real or not, Jungkook still looks super mad, but also super hot with his tongue pressed inside his cheek, driving with one hand with his legs spread wide. He takes an exit and gets on the freeway to beat the rush hour traffic. The road is empty. It’s silent. You have the optimal conditions to think of ways to get in his good graces again. 

If you try the playful route, you’ll probably get hit with “Don’t get cute with me. I’m still mad at you.” If you get aggressive, it’ll probably make things worse. You think and think and think, and at long last, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

You can communicate with body language, too. With words that are “Up to his standards.” 

Maybe he will find it creative.

“W–What are you doing?” he stutters in panic when you reach for his belt.

You act like he doesn’t even exist, just minding your own business, and take his cock out. You can see drops of you have dried on him, and it puts a perverse smile on your face. You start with a few licks to clean up after yourself, and soon after, he’s already melting in your mouth. One hand on your head, he guides you up and down, loving the way you work him.

When he hits a critical threshold, he switches to the left lane and slams on the gas. 

The speedometer climbs to the right side as if to match your faster rhythm. The needle is at the one o’clock position when he tangles his fingers in your hair. Then two o’clock when you start moaning into him. Then three o’clock when you start sucking him harder. 

Then four o’clock when you take him deep, deep down your throat.

“Oh, fuck. FUCK!!!”

His fingers let go of the wheel when he cums, and those two seconds he allows himself to possess no sanity are the hardest rush he feels his entire life. He’s so high that he is NUMB from head to toe. His autopilot abruptly kicks in, and he slows down, eventually pulling over and killing the engine. He leans back with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths and trying to come back down, but he’s at the stratosphere. 

How are you not supposed to break into the most smug smile anybody has ever flashed with how proud you are?

You gently tap on his shoulder, and he somehow musters enough strength to roll his head to his right and half-open his eyes. 

“You fucking killed me,” he quietly utters, extremely fucked out. “Switch with me. I forgot how to drive.”

“I believe I earned the right to talk now?” you rhetorically ask with annoying amounts of confidence.

“Oh, hell yeah, you even earned the right to make me your bitch for life,” he enthusiastically approves.

“It’s concerning that all it took was getting your dick sucked,” you roll your eyes.

“I may be a world-class whore, but you can’t catch me folding like a napkin just for anyone,” he instantly refutes. “Jesus, that was some god-tier head. I’m still seeing stars.”

“That means you fake-forgive me after your fake tantrum, I guess,” you knowingly smile at him. “But if I catch you telling my people to start fake fires to test me one more time, I’ll fucking kill you, Jeon.”

He smiles back and looks at you with something different in his eyes. Something that makes your heart race again. He reaches for your face and leans in, and when he kisses you in that darkness of the empty freeway, it feels like you’re back in your bed with him again. 

“We’ll make a stop before dinner,” he puts in an address in the navigation and stretches one arm behind you. “Drive, baby.”

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A pathological litigator to the bone, Jeon Jungkook DOES NOT accept anything he hasn’t read or written himself. He doesn’t break any laws just to get a win of course, but he most certainly walks around them every once in a while to get his way. It’s crucial to be assertive but NOT aggressive, otherwise he can’t lull the other party into agreeing to his terms. You’re no exception to the rule.

Which is why he packages your impromptu meetup as “Let’s get coffee” rather than “I wanna negotiate how I’m gonna use you for my personal gratification.” 

He hasn’t penned a deliberately verbose “Terms of Use” to bury his motive under a pile of ‘hereinafter’s or anything. There is no 50 Shades-style cringe contract to sign. He just asks for one thing, and it’s so concise and straightforward that his motive stands before you buck naked. 

With a blinding spotlight cast on it for good measure.

“For 24 hours, I own your whole life, so think it over carefully,” he ends his pitch. “And if you decide you wanna do it, give me a three-day window.”

“Three-day wi— Why even?” you stare at him, slightly suspicious.

“Where’s the fun if you know exactly when it’s gonna happen?” he flashes you a devilish grin. 

So think you do.

It isn’t what Jungkook might have you do that you contemplate so hard, staring at your bedroom ceiling. You interrogate yourself brutally to find out how much trust you’ve really deposited in him over the years. Whether it’s enough to let him take the steering wheel of your life, even if it’s for 24 hours. Feelings or not, there is no other person you lean on as much as him when it comes to serious matters, but… 

What if he doesn’t consider this serious at all? What if this is just not that deep for him? At the end of the day, it’s just a game you play. 

Are you overthinking this for no reason at all? It’s not like the guy’s gonna have you rob a bank—the most he’ll do is ask you to suck his dick somewhere risky. 

But how risky? 

Would he just not give a shit because he has the reins for one day? Would you somehow find yourself between a rock and a hard place? What if you agree despite all his disclaimers and still end up in a situation where you have to say no? Would he be disappointed? Would you be disappointed by what he asks of you?

Do you not trust him enough after all? 

Well, it’s not like you have to say yes. Your cab negotiations had NO condition that you have to give him unlimited access to have sex with him. Technically, you can just say no to the free use part, tell him it might be a bit much for you, and still keep fucking him. Dude’s been getting no action for three years; it’s not likely that it’ll be a dealbreaker.

But your morbid curiosity eats the last bit of your trust issues like Pacman after a three-year fast. YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS LIKE!

You grab your phone and send a text to Jungkook, declaring your three-day window as Friday to Sunday. Before you can assume a sleeping position, however, your phone goes off with notifications back to back, vibrating itself to the very edge of your nightstand.

From: HAHA JK (unless? 👀) tomorrow night before you go to bed change the batteries of your bullet sleep naked with that inside you in OPERATING condition and don’t leave your keys in the lock istfg i’ll call a locksmith

Reading that to-do list, your stomach does three front tucks back to back and sticks the landing perfectly. You know your entire blood supply is rushing to your face right now because the pillow feels colder out of nowhere. Jungkook’s going to be here to own your life for one day. He will say, and you will do. It suddenly feels like you’re going to get on one of those rides that freefalls from a jillion feet tomorrow night.

Wait, tomorrow night?

You lunge at your phone and wake up your screen. The time shows 00:04 and the day tag reads “Thur”. You haven’t discussed “business hours”, but does he intend to be here at 12 a.m. sharp or something? 

So… in less than 24 hours? 

On a business day?

HOLY FUCK THAT’S SOON!!!

You spend your entire Thursday with your heart clawing at the bars of its enclosure. Did he deliberately ask for a THREE-day window so he could pick a business day no matter what? Is he actually going to come to work with you tomorrow? And if so… what for… exactly?

All of a sudden, you catch yourself looking at every corner of your office with an interior designer’s critical eye. Your desk, the couch across it meant for your guests, the conference table, the gigantic windowsill… And once you see the ultra HD porn that manifests in your mind, depicting how you’d get fucked senseless on each surface with him breathing down your neck, you just cannot unsee it! 

You may have had a hands-free microorgasm, but that’s besides the point.

You deliberately bury yourself in work for the rest of the day just so you’d be tired enough to go to bed early, but NO fucking dice. No matter how much you try, you can’t sleep a wink because of whatever frat party’s going on in your chest and stomach. It’s such a jumbled mix of emotions that you can’t tell what it really is. Is it fear? Excitement? Anxiety? Anticipation? Fexcitetycipation?

Before you can properly decipher the Inside Out situation, however, Jungkook’s spare keys turn in the lock, and you hear your front door open at exactly 12 a.m. It wasn’t even part of the ‘assignment’, but in a panic fit, you decide that you’re gonna pretend you’re asleep, hoping your heart thumping in your ears isn’t audible from the outside.

The rest of your senses are so alert that you can hear a hair strand fall, really. 

The front door closes, and keys slide into the lock again, turning with satisfying clanks. Footsteps approach closer. Jungkook’s cologne walks into your bedroom long before he does, bringing a bit of night chill with it. Something like a duffel bag softly thuds against the floor. The rustle of clothes being discarded fills the room, but there is no movement towards you. The footsteps fade away. In the distance, the squeak of a faucet melts into high-pressure water bursting from the showerhead, immediately followed by Jungkook humming a tune to himself. 

You almost crack up. 

His presence in the house gives you so much peace that it erases whatever weird amalgam of emotions was pressing on your ribcage earlier. All you feel is giddy excitement now, glowing with a bit of the warm and fuzzies.

Shortly after, the water stops running. The shower door slides open. The footsteps approach again, but this time, there is movement towards you. You feel a balmy breeze blowing your way courtesy of the scalding hot water Jungkook loves showering with, carrying hints of your shower gel with it. You’re not supposed to peek to keep your façade, but you’re dying to know what he looks like half-naked under the sultry lights of your nightstand lamps. 

Well, it’s dark enough. You just need to make sure it’s not obvious.

“Hey, beautiful,” he softly whispers.

IS THIS FUCKING PART OF IT? 

The way your heart races would put the entire F1 roster to shame. Does he know you’re awake, or is he saying shit because he thinks you can’t hear him in your sleep? In any case, you’re glad to be protected by a fabric firewall because that throb between your legs would snitch on your lack of REM sleep big time. 

Turns out it’s probably gonna snitch anyway since Jungkook decides your hiding days are over.

The bed dips a little with his weight, and he carefully peels the thin blanket off of you. When the heat you’ve been preserving under the covers vanishes into air, the chill that licks your body marks the wet parts with a frigid X. 

You have not realized you were dripping a little on your sheets. 

But you know the bullet has nothing to do with it. You know because the pulsating sensation only manifested after Jungkook set foot into your house. The moment he set foot, actually. 

Simp much?

A satisfied hiss hits your ears, and you feel the warmth of his skin on your thighs, large hands delicately caressing you. When you finally jump the gun and open your eyes the tiniest bit, you kinda understand why he wanted something stimulating you in his absence.

He’s drooling like a starving hyena staring at your sopping wet pussy.

“Delllicious,” he licks his lips, contently exhaling. “Thinking good thoughts of me?” 

The correct question is, when do you ever not?

He settles between your legs and removes the bullet very very carefully as if he’s trying not to knock down a Jenga tower. He clicks it off, and out of nowhere, places the most tender kiss on your clit.

Obviously you would flinch!

He doesn’t do anything. Doesn’t look up, doesn’t ask you if you’re awake or not. He just chuckles with his eyes closed and continues with his kisses. Maybe that’s his way of trying to lull you to sleep, who knows?

He slowly gets back on his knees, removes the towel clinging to his waist, and drops it on the floor. Yet again, you can’t be sure if he’s putting on a show or just doing things knowing you’re “not there” to perceive him.

But when he smears your slick on the bullet all over his cock and gets hard right in front of you…

HOLY F—!

“All of this is mine to play with now,” he presses his tip on your pussy. “I wanna show up in your wet dreams.”

AS IF he doesn’t already!

You think this is the part where he starts fucking you, but he seems to be just teasing himself. Jungkook must be the only man in existence who holds up the promise of “Just the tip” because his tip is literally the only thing that’s in, fucking you only very very shallowly. He can just full-on bury himself inside you, but he just strokes his cock to accompany that barely-there contact.

Maybe he’s a man after your own heart, relishing the climb a lot more than the fall.

“I wanna be the only thing you think of when you pleasure yourself,” he quietly utters, which turns into a grunt like he’s in mild pain. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

The correct question is, when is he ever not?

Oh, you can’t pretend. You can’t pretend you don’t hear him. You can’t pretend you don’t feel him. You can’t pretend you’re not about to lose your damn mind watching him float in ecstasy just from this much; there’s just no fucking way. 

“Do it properly,” you urge him, voice convincingly hoarse from keeping silent. “This isn’t hard enough.”

Jungkook sees your half smile and reflects it back at you with a maniacal one. He throws your legs on his shoulder, getting ready to hit deep.

“Did you see me in your dreams?” he whispers, even though there is no one else sleeping in the room.

“Will you cum inside me if I did?” you clasp your hands behind his nape.

“I’ll cum inside you even if you didn’t.”

Cannonballing into your lips, he takes off, precise thrusts hitting just the right spots. He refuses to let your lips go, even if it means less oxygen for him. The sounds he makes would make an unsuspecting listener think he must be having the meal of his life, the way he moans in delight with such wet sounds. 

When he notices he’s about to hit the finish line, Jungkook picks up his pace, sprinting at full speed, but he only allows the first burst inside you. Then he quickly pulls out, fervently stroking himself to coat your pussy with himself through and through. Watching those thick strings drip from your clit down to your hole…

If he physically could, he would cum again.

He settles between your legs and spreads them as wide as he can, just admiring the view of your creamed cunt. So vulnerable, all spread for him to please. So delicious. Absolutely mouthwatering. He licks a long drag from your entrance to your clit, smiling into your pussy when it makes you shiver. He wraps his arms around your thighs, closes his eyes, and begins to have the meal of his life.

For real this time. 

Of course he notices you moan louder when he stimulates certain spots, but he doesn’t care. He just indulges in your taste mixed with his however the fuck he wants, licking, sucking, slurping to his heart’s content. But his heart’s only. He doesn’t care if you pull fistfuls of his hair when you cum, arching into his mouth with a damn near scream. He doesn’t care if you thrash under him, trying to get away from the ticklish feeling. He doesn’t care if you beg him to stop. He just eats.

And eats.

Then eats some more.

“Shh, shh, shh, you can take it. Just enjoy what it feels like to selfishly receive,” he kisses your clit.  “And you’ll receive a lot today.”

Jesus christ, if you knew this was what the Free ‘The Big Spook’ Use™ was, you would have suggested it eons ago!

“Jungkook, I… I need to get some sleep,” you yawn, finally feeling the weight on your eyelids after the massive relief. “Work… tomorrow.”

“Then sleep. I’m not stopping you.”

“You know I can’t when you…! You know when you’re… You… You know…”

“Then that’s just too bad,” he serenely smiles at you. “I’m so in the mood to play.”

Play… Playing with him… Being his plaything when… he’s so in the mood…

What the fuck is this Satan’s spawn doing to you? Are you somehow getting bewitched?!

The play part is all fun and games, but there is only one problem with it. And it’s a big one.

When you agreed to this, you were somehow under the impression that Jungkook was going to treat you like an object, and you were fully prepared for it. Because he made it sound like something super dark, physically and mentally taxing, with high potential to leave a very bad taste in your mouth. You were expecting to feel bad, or at the very least… challenged. You expected to struggle.

Yet what he’s doing, the way he’s moving…

It’s a lot more dangerous than the alternative. It moves like a duck, quacks like a duck, but you’re supposed to convince yourself that the cute white fluff waddling your way is NOT a duck. Because you kinda have to.

Otherwise you’re gonna believe he loves you, and not like a friend at all.

“Turn around,” he taps the side of your thighs. “Arch your ass for me. There you go.”

Oh, okay, there it is.

This is the shoe, and it’s about to drop. This is where you get your ass spanked, hair pulled, and get called a bunch of profanities while he drills you into this bed. You get into position as instructed, and when you feel his heat behind you, you brace for impact.

Something does land on your body, but it’s not a smack. It’s just a kiss between your shoulder blades. A wet one that makes loud sounds.

You’re going to draw your last breath in this bed tonight.

He makes his way down, kissing along your spine, and stops on the small of your back. You feel his hands on your hips, and he continues kissing your waist as if he wants to suck some poison out of you. His breath on your skin is like a hallucinogen, making you imagine a reality that will never exist. 

Every time he presses those damn lips on you, you’re getting a little more delusional.

His kisses move further down. It tickles when he grazes his teeth on your hips, taking gentle bites from it, and a moan cuts your giggles in half when his tongue dips into your pussy. He licks into your hole like he wants to quench his thirst after being forced to stand under the desert sun for hours.

“Shh, steady,” he urges as he fondles you a little harder. “Hold it.”

“B–But I’m… I’m s… c–close.”

“Should I stop?”

“NO!”

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckles. “Don’t interrupt my fun now. I’m really enjoying myself here.”

If he doesn’t want his goddamn fun interrupted, then maybe he should fucking take it easy with the very thing that’s gonna RUIN IT!

Of course he doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking, licking, and licking, gradually sinking his fingers deeper into your supple flesh as a pseudo-warning with each glide of his tongue, but you can’t help it. 

How can anybody help it when they are fucking ascending in his mouth?!

“What did I just tell you?” he heaves an exasperated sigh.

“I’m… s–sorry, it was just… too good,” you speak through your stuttering breathing.

“Is that supposed to be a good excuse?”

Jungkook doesn’t seem amused at all. His face is straight, his voice is stern, and he gives you zero clues to correctly guess whether he’s playing a part or not. Your only fallback option is to take his annoyance at face value and assume he’s indeed not kidding.

“Are you mad?” you hesitantly ask.

“No, but I’m upset,” he responds with a pout, brows knitting tighter together. “I asked for one thing, and you completely ignored it.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter.”

He flips you around to face him, then grabs his cock, pumping himself to full hardness.

“Now I’m gonna fix myself another plate, with extra frosting this time,” he rubs his tip around your sodden folds before he aligns his cock with your oozing hole. “If you interrupt me again, I will not be as nice, and everything you’re paranoid about will happen.” 

A sense of dread settles in your chest. Okay, so this is the shoe. You won’t be able to resist his relentless attempts to snap you, and he’s finally gonna have his excuse to punish you.

Who knows just how much your acute worry is blaring on your face, the way his features instantly soften.

“But if you make me happy, I’ll make you happi–er,” he emphasizes. “Are you gonna behave now?”

You just nod in response as if you have swallowed your entire vocabulary. He flashes you a warm smile, and something tingles in your chest.

“Then let’s kiss and make up,” he steals your lips for the umpteenth time.

The phantom death grip on your throat suddenly loosens. With every kiss, whatever anxious feeling was trying to break in gets shunned away. It’s like you’re spellbound. 

He is bewitching you, you’re sure of it now.

Arms and legs tangled with one another, Jungkook fucks you dangerously slow and deep, and it’s so much worse than having him pass through you at berserk speed. Because you can feel every inch inside you. You can feel exactly how his girth grazes against your swollen walls. You can feel that spot the curvature of his cock hits just right. You would much rather get fucked senseless and messy, preferably with his soft kisses replaced with spanks, because then you could guarantee with absolute certainty that you wouldn’t cum. 

Yet this motherfucker is HELLBENT on forcing an orgasm out of you.

You steady your breathing to the best of your ability, trying to distract yourself by thinking the unsexiest thoughts. The overstimulation helps a bit, but at the end of the day, you can’t put a leash on fucking biology. 

You can’t put a leash on your fucking feelings!

Your mind is damn near convinced you’re fucking a boyfriend who’s insanely in love with you because the only thing missing from the scene is Jungkook whispering ‘I love you’s in between his kisses. He holds you in his arms, playing with your hair, kissing you endlessly, softly moaning with every thrust, and you’re on the very brink of just screaming at his face, “Either marry me, or give my fucking sanity back!!!”

And when he moves his kisses from your lips to your neck, something finally snaps within you. You do cum, but he doesn’t seem mad this time.

“I’m really sorry! I just… I couldn’t help it!”

“Shh,” he soothes you immediately. “That was some solid effort.”

“You’re not upset?”

“I’d never get upset when I know you didn’t just drop the ball. It’s the thought that counts,” he runs his fingers through your hair with a smile. “You made me very proud.”

He then sits down to finish his plate with extra frosting, and you find yourself in a ceaseless loop. He eats. Then you fuck. Then he eats. Then you fuck. It’s like the man runs on unlimited stamina, and you realize you’ve literally fucked until morning when your alarm goes off.

To no one’s surprise, you’re thoroughly and utterly spent.

“Good morning,” he grins at you. “Slept okay?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jeon.”

“Still? Damn, you are insatiable.”

You slap his arm and break into a smile yourself, albeit a very fucked out one, and grab your phone to turn off the alarm.

“Alright, I need a freezing ass shower to stay awake for the rest of the day,” you lock your screen and rub your eyes.

“Turn off your phone.”

You look at him questioningly, but he doesn’t flinch, looking dead serious. You fulfill his request, and he pulls you back to bed again.

“Now turn off your brain.”

You’re not sure how you’re supposed to do it, but it kinda helps when he kisses your forehead.

“Today, you do everything I say, no questions asked. You do it to make me happy,” he caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers. “And if you make me happy?”

“You’ll make me happier?” you snort.

He offers a click of his tongue paired with a wink as wordless confirmation. 

“You seem a bit too giddy about all this,” you observe.

“Fuck yeah, I am. I’m the birthday boy, and today all my wishes come true,” he lands a slap on your hips. “Get your ass up, I’m making pancakes.”

“Are you sure you’re doing this right?” you furrow your brows as you get up from the bed. “Everything so far was as if I’m the birthday girl.”

“They haven’t published a strict rulebook to follow yet. Might just spoil you rotten, who knows?” he smirks. “Oh, and one more thing.”

“Hm?”

Jungkook gets on his feet and walks to you, holding your face in his hands. He looks into your eyes with so much meaning that you don’t even have to ask, “Are you for fucking real right now?”

“Starting right now, you do not talk unless I let you,” he instructs. “Is that clear?”

Oh, okay, so this is the shoe, then. Right?

You nod as you try to remember what you had on the calendar for today. Not that you have much of a choice after everything that transpired…

“Good,” he places a tender kiss on your lips. “Go take your shower while I make breakfast.”

You’re properly dazed when you get under that water because nothing about this makes any goddamn sense. Bro claims he has trouble getting hard and sustaining it, which he calls an affectile dysfunction—a.k.a. he allegedly only gets turned on to specific things. The circumstantial evidence from a club alley and steamy hotline action kinda sorta suggests he has a bit of a thing for cum. And mayyybe the idea of sharing his partner as well as being watched. So far, so good.

Yet this morning, the aching between your legs begs to fucking differ.

It wouldn’t be entirely off the mark to call what you did all night making love. Not a shred of kink, except for his staple cum thingy. That was quite literally softer than all the sex you had with your actual exes combined. Is it ridiculous to think he popped a pill last night to be able to perform? Or…

Is Jungkook… lying to you about some things?

You wake up from the thoughts you’re lost in when the shower door suddenly slides open. Jungkook randomly joins you to take a very quick shower next to you in silence. Once he’s done, he reaches for the shower door, but stops at the last second.

He grabs the loofah from your hands and turns you around to wash your back. Since you’re on “timeout”, unless he says things, it’s dead quiet, and the lack of snarky remarks starts to feel awkward. You need something to remind you that he’s still the egomaniacal asshole, otherwise…

Otherwise…

Jungkook hands you the loofah back, and with yet another quick peck on your lips, he finally exits the shower, leaving you to rinse your body. You wonder if you’ll be able to wash some other unwanted things off if you scrub yourself hard enough. 

Unbothered to operate a blow dryer, you just blot up the excess moisture from your hair with a towel and follow the delicious smells with your fluffy robe still on. When you reach your destination, however, the breakfast table is so damn lavish that it makes your jaw drop, hard enough to cause a sizeable dent in the floor. 

Did he fucking SHOP last night because you didn’t even have this much stuff in your fridge!

“No, that’s not where you sit.”

When Jungkook majestically cockblocks your blossoming fling with the scrambled eggs, you stare at him a little annoyed, still standing. He holds your hand and pulls you towards himself, pointing at the floor with his eyes. 

“On your knees for me.”

Oh…

No, that’s… Is that the shoe?

“No, I’m not gonna make you eat there,” he responds as if he can read your mind, then takes his cock out of his gray sweatpants. “Fluff me.”

Maybe you’re a little bit ashamed of the sigh of relief you discreetly let out.

When you get on your knees, you realize Jungkook really meant what he said last night. It was by design, but all you did was indeed selfishly receive. Everything. You didn’t even lift a finger for his pleasure.

You look up at him with a smile and drag his sweatpants all the way down, spreading his legs a little wider. Your hands caressing his sides, you start with kisses on his thighs and move your way up to his balls, then his shaft, then start climbing towards his tip. You trace the bulging veins on his cock with your tongue, relishing the breathy moans he lets slip, but before you even take him in your mouth, he stops you.

“Fuck, you’re gonna ruin my appetite if you keep doing that,” he flashes you an already fucked out smile. “Come up. I saved you a seat.”

When you rise to your feet again, he undoes the belt of your robe first, taking a moment to enjoy the view. He then turns you around and makes you sit on his lap.

Directly on his cock.

“Comfortable?” he asks, pushing a little further inside you. 

You nod and reach for the fork to seduce the pancakes this time, just to get cockblocked yet again.

“No,” Jungkook grabs your hand and puts it back down. “I’ll feed you.”

FEED YOU?

Oh, god, this is even worse than the kiss-fucking. Just what the hell is he PLAYING AT?!

Other than driving you clinically insane, that is.

“Point. Which one do you want?”

You point at the raspberry ones you’ve been rizzing up, and Jungkook sticks a fork in one, cutting it up into little pieces, then feeds you the first bite. Your eyes roll back with how orgasmic that taste is. 

“Good?” he smirks at your enthusiastic reaction. 

You fervently nod, and Jungkook begins his princess treatment in earnest.

He actually hand-feeds you everything you want, one arm wrapped around your waist caressing you from time to time. You feel him get hard inside you, occasionally throbbing, which makes you silently giggle. But he’s treating you so well that you’re getting suspicious as to when the use part will begin.

When you’re finished with your pancakes, you reach for the little bowl that has cut-up peaches in it, and he immediately stops you again, but this time, you stare daggers at him and break free. He heaves a deep, annoyed sigh, clearly about to get mad, but when you turn to him with a piece of peach hovering over his mouth, he instantly softens. He lets you feed him the plump fruit, licking the juices on your fingers a little, and having absolutely no impulse control, he pulls you into a kiss.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO SOFT?!

His kisses are a bit heated this time, turning into gentle bites. He starts fucking into you with his idle fingers playing with your clit.

“God, I can’t stop…” he pants into your neck. “You feel so good.”

The whole thing is like a summer rain. It quickly escalates, he rains on you, and it’s all clear skies and sunshine again. He calms down as he catches his breath in the crook of your neck, then continues with the breakfast as if nothing had happened just now. It makes you chuckle.

“Full?” he asks when you stop his next bite. 

You nod.

“Did you like it?”

You nod again.

“Then give me a kiss.”

FUCKING STOP!

But of course you don’t, because the day you say no to kissing Jungkook, you need to be checked into a psych ward. Of course you kiss him even though it’s horrendously domestic. Your heart flutters when he kisses your breasts.

“Now that you’ve finished eating, I can start.” He taps on your side for you to get up and clears half the plates to make space. “Sit on the table.”

You look at him all incredulous, but considering how he sits back on the chair, it wasn’t a figure of speech. You sit on the table, and he pulls his chair closer, pulling something out of his pocket that looks like a lube bottle. He opens the cap and holds it under your nose.

“Does it smell good?”

You nod.

“It’s edible,” he grins. “Spread your legs for me.”

Unlike his M.O. that you know by heart by now, Jungkook doesn’t dive right in. He drips a bit of the oil into his palm and coats his hands with it, then starts massaging your lips carefully to soothe the “burn”, observing your face every once in a while for any signs of discomfort. 

Then comes the happy ending. Well, sort of.

He buries his head between your legs, but is extra gentle with the way he moves. Nothing rash or hard. Just little licks and a lot of kisses, keeping you wet, as if he wants to relax you rather than “have sex” with you.

And while watching him work, you take the deepest breaths of your life to not make a sound. 

“It’s okay, you can moan,” he graciously permits. “It doesn’t count as talking.”

He makes you whimper a little bit with his salacious spa treatment, but makes no effort to make you cum. Because this isn’t to make you cum. 

True to his word, the man is literally just having breakfast.

“Time to go get ready for work,” he checks his watch when the alarm goes off, then starts clearing the table. “I’ll take care of this.”

You don’t know what to feel as you change. It’s like you’re in a limbo, stuck between cloud nine, ten, eleven and recurring car crashes. Does Jungkook have an actual motive here, or is he just winging it? If he’s winging it, why is he winging it like that? 

If you somehow survive these twenty four hours and find yourself holding onto a shred of hope, you’re fucking doomed.

“Pencil skirt. Hot.” 

It’s uncanny how he keeps manifesting when you’re mid-spiral, and this time, he aborts your self-talk as you do your finishing touches in the bathroom.

Come to think of it, this might be the very first time Jungkook sees you in business casual.

“If I was your boss, would you stay late for me?” he puts his hands on your hips, gently rubbing you. “Let me take the day’s stress out on you?”

You’re slowly starting to believe your own theory that he uses some sort of enhancement because just how can he be this horny all the time? He has to be on something!

But maybe it’s a bit contagious because you find yourself grinning at his reflection in the mirror with a nod.

“Of course you would. You’re my plaything,” he hikes your skirt up to your waist. “God, the way I’d make everyone die of jealousy, fucking you all over my office at all hours of the day.”

You stop moving as he drags your underwear down, watching him take his cock out in the mirror. It’s like you suddenly can’t multitask at all.

“Shh, just do your makeup,” he urges as he slides inside you.

This is like the breakfast table all over again. His thrusts are lazy because he doesn’t fuck you to cum. It’s just for fun. Just because he feels like snacking a little bit. 

Fucking easier said than done—you’d like to see how he drafts his deposition when you suck his dick. Christ!

Once he gets his fill, he puts his pants back on, but removes your underwear altogether. He stares into your soul in the mirror as he licks it.

“No panties for you today. I’ll be keeping this,” he rolls the fabric into a ball and puts it in his pocket. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

He has something in his hand that looks like a microscopic vinyl sticker. He removes it from the paper and carefully places it right behind your ear, clearly loving what he sees. 

“Beautiful,” he kisses your neck with a content smile. “Ready when you are.” 

When he leaves the bathroom, you hold up a hand mirror to see what the heck you’ve just been branded with. It’s not a microchip to track your GPS or anything; it’s indeed a sticker of sorts that looks like a fake tattoo.

It just has the letters JK on it. 

As Jungkook drives you to work, you try your best to come off your strange high to no avail. The fresh air that caresses your face, the coffee you’re sipping from the gigantic tumbler, nothing seems to work. Your heart still beats erratically, and you feel entirely disoriented.

“I’ll pick you up at 6, and we’ll get some dinner, okay?” 

What?

So this tantric torture is supposed to continue outside. Very cool. You curse a mouthful at yourself for your self-fulfilling prophecy with the “Haha yeah the most he’ll ask is to suck his dick somewhere risky.” There you have it. 

You nod at him and open the car door, but he grabs you by the arm before your feet can touch the ground.

“No kiss?”

JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM?

That’s it. By the end of these twenty four hours, which suspiciously feel like forty eight, you’re going to have a massive meltdown. You’d like to call your lawyer to revise your last will and testament before you say goodbye to this cruel world, but unfortunately, your lawyer is Jeon Jungkook!

Yet he looks at you with such sad eyes that one has to be a heartless monster to say no to him. Of course you kiss him even though it’s horrendously domestic. You kiss him with too many butterflies in your stomach, and you start dying immediately when he lingers.

Free use, my ass. Dude’s straight up free using your heart.

You successfully make it to noon without going crazy. At least the ache between your legs seems to have soothed. There are no meetings scheduled and no fires to put out—it’s one of those legendary Pokémon status rare days where you can just lock in and be productive without any interruptions.

So naturally, that’s when your door opens without a knock, and Jeon fucking Jungkook struts in wearing one of his damn bespoke Pradas, looking like an absolute whore.

“Thanks, Aileen,” he flashes an extremely charming smile at your secretary, but when he closes the door, his face turns almost demonic. You stare at him with an expression that yells, “The FUCK are you doing here in your harlot attire?” pointing at the suit that seems brand new.

“Oh, this?” he dusts off his shoulder and adjusts his cuffs. “Figured I should look nice for our lunch date.”

You almost spurt the water you’re sipping on in a very Looney Tunes fashion, but he doesn’t seem like he’s joking. He approaches your desk in slow motion like the OG demon that invented lust and speaks very very quietly against your lips.  

“Found this great restaurant that serves the best food,” he tugs your bottom lip down with his thumb. “Thought we could spend your lunch break there. Sounds good?”

You nod, unsure if you’re a little scared or massively turned on. Jungkook holds your hand and helps you get up, but when you reach for your bag, he suddenly stops you. 

“I didn’t say the restaurant was outside,” he smirks, running his fingers down your cleavage. “I almost turned the fucking car around after dropping you off. I barely made it to lunch.”

He starts hiking your skirt up again, and your head inadvertently turns to the door. 

“Shh, it’s fine,” he quietly reassures you. “Do you trust me?”

DO YA?

Just how many prophecies have you come up with within the span of a few days? It’s like every drastic “What if” you tried to workshop decided to go “Actually, nuh uh”, coming true one by one scarily fast.

But it’s Jungkook. If you’re not gonna trust him, then who can you possibly trust?

You eventually nod.

“Good girl,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Stay like this.”

You have no idea what the heck is going on when he lies on your desk out of nowhere. He lets his head dangle off the edge, looking up at you, then pulls you by your hips to mount your pussy on his mouth. Once he positions you, he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock, gently pressing on your back to lower yourself on him. You can’t believe that you oblige without so much as a “Uh, hello?” tap on the shoulder.

Are you… fucking sixty-nining this man on your DESK right now?

You can’t tell if it’s because of the gargantuan amounts of risk, but you don’t remember ever feeling this much thrill in your entire life. The heroinesque high seems to even change Jungkook’s taste as he fucks into your mouth. He’s suddenly this sweetest forbidden fruit that you have to take a bite from at least once a day, his decadent flavor growing more and more intense on your tongue. It’s as if time stops. You can’t perceive, nor care about anything that isn’t Jungkook. Just Jungkook’s taste. Jungkook’s scent. Jungkook’s pleasure. Jungkook.

Jungkook. 

Jungkook.

When you convulse on his face with muffled moans, he finally lets go and floods you, holding onto your hips for dear life. He sounds completely out of it, and you’re no different. Consuming every last drop, you peel yourself off of him, wondering if he was relentlessly kissing you to nuke whatever inhibitions you may have.

Because you feel full-on drunk.

“Had to make it a standing lunch for time constraints. We’ll get a private room next time,” he bites your lips, then lands a playful smack on your ass. “See you in a few hours, beautiful.”

After Jungkook leaves, you just plop down on your chair, just zoning out. A literal case of “no thoughts, head empty”. The purpose of today is to have you spiral out of reality, apparently. What the heck just happened? Even when you were appraising the porn-tential of your office furniture yesterday, this wasn’t one of the possibilities. 

On the bright side, you strangely feel full as if you’ve had a 10-course meal.

Unfortunately, the glow of the day ends there when Aileen drops a bombshell in your office, requiring you to get into a nasty fight with corporate communications. In the blink of an eye, it’s like your horny delusions only happened in your head because there is zero drop of elation left in your veins with how red you’re seeing.

“Oh, FUCK YOU, how many times are we gonna have to tell you to do your fucking JOB?!”

Your afternoon from hell reaches its climax with you fervently pacing in the room, spelling out extremely basic stuff on the phone, frothing at the mouth and getting frighteningly close to going on a rampage. You’re so deafened by your fury that you don’t even realize Jungkook is standing by your door until you turn around. Still cursing away, you check the time, then cover the receiver.

“It’s 5:30. You’re early,” you address Jungkook rather quietly, then immediately return to your call. “AS IF you know how to follow a deadline. I wasn’t talking to you!

“You’re talking,” he speaks, brows dangerously knit together. 

“It’s work,” you echo his tone to a T before ending your call. “Oh, jesus fucking christ, just do whatever you want!”

You slam the receiver back in the cradle, rubbing your temples to come down from the extreme stress high. Meanwhile, someone doesn’t think you deserve that kind of break. 

“You think this is a fucking game?”

You open your eyes and look at Jungkook, in sheer disbelief that he’s actually serious right now. The expression on his face reads like a mixture of anger and disappointment. 

You should declare yourself a witch at your earliest convenience because the very thing you’ve been dreading to come true is actually coming true.

“Jungkook, this is—”

“Work, yeah,” he starts taking slow steps towards you. “What was the very first thing I told you? This does not happen at your convenience. It happens at mine.”

“I know, but it’s—”

“I asked you to think it over carefully, and I told you I own your life for 24 hours,” he recounts the terms of your deal you already know too well. “This is how you hold up your end of the bargain?”

“Will you calm the fuck down?!” you protest in frustration, quickly dimming your volume to a loud whisper. “If someone hears this, I’ll get fired!”

“Then you need to decide,” he stands right before you, barely two inches away. “You either trust me, or you don’t. There is no in between.”

Do you not trust him enough after all? 

Jungkook is the most cautious man you know. He makes a living out of fine print and loopholes, which gives him some diabolical superpower that makes him think of conditions that never occur to anyone. It’s probably why he has a huge zero under his “Cases Lost” column. 

And it would be a lie to say that his OCD meticulousness isn’t a huge source of reassurance for you.

“You either actually believe that I do shit with complete disregard of consequences on your life,” he continues slowly, “or you don’t.” 

Jungkook is… the most cautious man you know. To the point of insufferable actually. And not too long ago, you even said it to him yourself. 

You’d never do something without covering your own ass first. You’re way too cautious.

Why do you feel fucking duped all of a sudden?

“What were you talking to Aileen about this afternoon?” you ask him, slightly annoyed.

He doesn’t answer you. He’s not necessarily smiling, but something in his features has changed. You know that look from somewhere, and it makes you wanna choke him to death for playing elaborate tricks on you.

“I’ll ask you one last time,” he insists. “Do you or do you not trust me?”

“I do,” you reply with no pause this time.

“Show me.”

You have no idea how you can provide conclusive evidence that you trust him, so you do the only thing you can think of. You hold his face and kiss him, and Jungkook’s knees almost give way, quick to melt into your lips. 

But when you pull away, he changes his personality at the snap of a finger like he’s changing shirts.

“Since you loooove talking so much, I’ll give you a few words to say,” he crosses his arms over his chest. “Apologize for your disobedience.”

Way to put you on the spot like that.

You don’t even know what anything is anymore. The lines between reality and make-believe are completely blurred. One minute, he is Jungkook; in the next, he is this repulsed-by-disobedience dom from hell.

Which one are you talking to?!

“I–I’m sorry,” you avert your eyes from him.

“Tsk, you can do better than that,” he purses his lips. “Apologize.”

What does he want exactly? If he had given you a syllabus that mentioned apology methods were going to be on the test, you would have surely studied accordingly!

“I… apologize,” you try your luck again.

“Still not convincing,” he shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

He takes one more step towards you and puts his hands on either side, trapping you between him and the desk.

“Because you’re not sorry for what you’ve done, are you?” he leans in. “You’re sorry you got caught.”

He sneaks a hand under your skirt, caressing your pussy with a single finger. You gasp when he harshly turns you around, breathing down your neck just like the ultra HD porn that has manifested in your mind the day before.

“Are you gonna do it again?” he snarls into your ear.

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“I–I promise.”

He reaches into his pocket and takes out the underwear he’s been carrying around the whole day, making you bite on it as a suppressor again. You hear the belt unbuckling behind you, and flames swallow your body whole.

“If you break your promise to me one more time,” he aligns his cock with your entrance, “I will not be so forgiving.”

He rams himself into you with a sharp thrust, but even though he moves hard, it’s no different than what’s been happening the entire day. He’s not fucking you to cum, nor is this a punishment. He just communicates with sex. It’s literally body language—when he gets mad, so does his body. When he feels calm, so are his touches.

“Get your stuff,” he puts his pants back on after maybe only ten seconds. “We’re leaving.”

After sufficiently collecting yourself, you walk out for the first time the whole day, and what you see, or rather don’t see, surprises you. There is no one outside. 

It’s as if… someone told them to… vacate the floor… or something.

It’s tense when you get in the car. Real or not, Jungkook still looks super mad, but also super hot with his tongue pressed inside his cheek, driving with one hand with his legs spread wide. He takes an exit and gets on the freeway to beat the rush hour traffic. The road is empty. It’s silent. You have the optimal conditions to think of ways to get in his good graces again. 

If you try the playful route, you’ll probably get hit with “Don’t get cute with me. I’m still mad at you.” If you get aggressive, it’ll probably make things worse. You think and think and think, and at long last, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

You can communicate with body language, too. With words that are “Up to his standards.” 

Maybe he will find it creative.

“W–What are you doing?” he stutters in panic when you reach for his belt.

You act like he doesn’t even exist, just minding your own business, and take his cock out. You can see drops of you have dried on him, and it puts a perverse smile on your face. You start with a few licks to clean up after yourself, and soon after, he’s already melting in your mouth. One hand on your head, he guides you up and down, loving the way you work him.

When he hits a critical threshold, he switches to the left lane and slams on the gas. 

The speedometer climbs to the right side as if to match your faster rhythm. The needle is at the one o’clock position when he tangles his fingers in your hair. Then two o’clock when you start moaning into him. Then three o’clock when you start sucking him harder. 

Then four o’clock when you take him deep, deep down your throat.

“Oh, fuck. FUCK!!!”

His fingers let go of the wheel when he cums, and those two seconds he allows himself to possess no sanity are the hardest rush he feels his entire life. He’s so high that he is NUMB from head to toe. His autopilot abruptly kicks in, and he slows down, eventually pulling over and killing the engine. He leans back with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths and trying to come back down, but he’s at the stratosphere. 

How are you not supposed to break into the most smug smile anybody has ever flashed with how proud you are?

You gently tap on his shoulder, and he somehow musters enough strength to roll his head to his right and half-open his eyes. 

“You fucking killed me,” he quietly utters, extremely fucked out. “Switch with me. I forgot how to drive.”

“I believe I earned the right to talk now?” you rhetorically ask with annoying amounts of confidence.

“Oh, hell yeah, you even earned the right to make me your bitch for life,” he enthusiastically approves.

“It’s concerning that all it took was getting your dick sucked,” you roll your eyes.

“I may be a world-class whore, but you can’t catch me folding like a napkin just for anyone,” he instantly refutes. “Jesus, that was some god-tier head. I’m still seeing stars.”

“That means you fake-forgive me after your fake tantrum, I guess,” you knowingly smile at him. “But if I catch you telling my people to start fake fires to test me one more time, I’ll fucking kill you, Jeon.”

He smiles back and looks at you with something different in his eyes. Something that makes your heart race again. He reaches for your face and leans in, and when he kisses you in that darkness of the empty freeway, it feels like you’re back in your bed with him again. 

“We’ll make a stop before dinner,” he puts in an address in the navigation and stretches one arm behind you. “Drive, baby.”

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