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your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook's unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts-an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook's unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts-an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
I WILL BE KISSING SMOOCHING YOU ON THE MOUTH FOR GIVING THAT CHAPTER OHHH FUCCCKKKKKKKK
It was so so so perfect, whiny sub koo dom oc agaghhh i ATE IT UP.. goddd aagagagahag
The end?? I think i might have some idea about what is happening there!! Daym babe
kisses 💋
I’M GONNA GRAB YOUR PRETTY FACE BETWEEN MY HANDS AND KISS YOU UNTIL YOU’RE BREATHLESS for all the support you’ve constantly given me so i’m gonna adore you at every chance i get okay?!
also yesss oc had to put jungkook in his place for once and we had way too much fun with it 🤭 we’ll see if your assumption about the plot twist in the next few chapters is correct tho! love youuu 🤍
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the one where you visit your best friend jungkook on tour in vegas, finally give in to three years of wanting, and learn the hard way that what happens in vegas definitely does not stay in vegas.
pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers au, porn with plot, angst, smut (mdni!)
word count: 10,145
warnings/tags: 18+, explicit smut, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, best friends to lovers, pining for three years, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), ball sucking, nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, grinding and dry humping, cum play (he eats his own cum from her, spits it in her mouth), hair pulling, hickies/marking, fingering, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, jungkook and reader get into a fight, vegas hotel aesthetic, backstage access, the morning after, viral vlog gone wrong, reader is from los angeles, reader is nicknamed la and sunshine
a/n: hi everyone! I'm so excited to have finished this story, I've been working on it for a while trying to make it perfect!!! I had so much fun writing it ++ any vegas jungkook look always ends up being my favorite so I had to write something for it. vegas air x jungkook is definitely a dangerous combo!!! anyway, I hope you guys like my fic. I'm thinking of opening a taglist?? comment if you want to be tagged for any of my future works. tysm for reading... don't forget to reblog ⋆. 𐙚 ˚<3
The flight from LAX to LAS takes just over an hour, but you have been awake since four in the morning, watching the dark ceiling of your apartment, listening to the distant hum of the freeway. You told yourself you weren't going to do this. You told yourself you were going to be mature, respect the boundaries of his tour, let him have this without you hovering at the edges like some ghost of Los Angeles past.
But then you saw his story. Posted at 2 AM your time, the timestamp glowing accusatory in your dark bedroom. Backstage at Allegiant Stadium, the concrete corridors painted that particular shade of industrial beige that exists in every venue in every city in the world. He was holding that stupid vintage camcorder he insists on using for everything, the one that makes everything look like a memory even as it's happening, and he was complaining about the dry Vegas air, about how his skin feels tight, about how he misses the humidity of Seoul, of home, of-
Of you. He didn't say it. But you heard it anyway.
You booked the ticket before the video looped a second time. You packed a bag with clothes you didn't bother to fold, just stuffed them in like you were running from something, and you drove to the airport with the windows down, the Los Angeles winds whipping your hair into a frenzy, the city sprawling behind you in its perpetual golden-hour haze.
Now you are standing in the loading dock of Allegiant Stadium, ducking under yellow caution tape that says CREW ONLY in letters that have faded from sun exposure. The desert heat hits differently here, drier, more aggressive, sucking the moisture from your skin the moment you step out of the rideshare. You can hear them - distant, muffled, the thump of bass vibrating through the concrete bones of the building, the soundcheck for a show that won't happen for hours.
You should have told him. You know you should have told him. But there's something delicious about the surprise, about the look that will break across his face when he sees you, about the possibility that he might be as hungry for this collision as you are.
The security guard starts toward you, hand raised, mouth open to tell you to leave, but you flash the laminate that Hoseok sent you three hours ago in a text that just said come with seventeen exclamation points. The guard squints at the pass, squints at you, and waves you through with a shrug that says he's seen stranger things in this city.
Backstage is a labyrinth. You move through it like you're dreaming, past roadies coiling cables with practiced efficiency, past catering tables laden with fruit you know no one will eat, past the wardrobe racks that smell like dry cleaning and sweat. You find the corridor that leads to the stage-left wing, the one he's posted from, and you press yourself against a concrete pillar that is cool against your spine, and you wait.
The music stops. Starts again. Stops. They're running 2.0 now, you think, or maybe it's Aliens, the melody distorted through the walls, stripped of vocals, just the skeleton of the song. You check your phone. One hour until doors, three until showtime - an eternity.
You watch the makeup artist - Miyoung, you remember her name from his stories - touch up a dancer's jawline with a small brush, precise and unhurried. You drift toward her like you're caught in her orbit, and she looks up, recognizes something in your face, maybe, or just sees another lost girl in a venue full of them.
"You look like you need coffee," she says, not unkindly.
"I look like I need a lot of things," you reply, and she laughs, a bright sound that cuts through the industrial hum.
"Sit," she says, patting the chair next to her station. "I'll fix your face. You look like you flew in this morning."
"I did."
She makes a considerable noise and tilts your chin up with gentle fingers. The brush is soft against your skin, cool, soothing. She works in silence for a while, dusting something golden across your cheekbones, lining your eyes with a precision you could never manage yourself.
"You're the LA girl," she says finally. It's not a question.
You freeze. "He talks about me?"
Miyoung smiles, something knowing and soft. "He talks about the weather in LA. About the traffic. About this coffee shop near your apartment that he wants to try. About how the light looks different there, how it makes everything look like a movie." She steps back, assesses her work. "There. Now you don't look like you just survived a redeye."
You look in the mirror. You look like yourself, but sharper, more luminous, like someone worth flying for.
"Thank you," you say, and she squeezes your shoulder before turning back to her kit.
Time moves strangely backstage. You help a roadie tape down a cable. You accept a bottle of water from a staff member who doesn't ask your name. You watch the dancers stretch, their bodies bending in ways that seem to defy physics, and you think about your own body, about the way it feels heavy with wanting, weighted down by all the things you haven't said.
And then soundcheck ends. The distant thrum of voices, seven of them overlapping, laughing, complaining about the monitors, about the heat, about the dry air that makes their throats scratch. You press yourself harder against the pillar, heart hammering against your ribs, and you wait for him to appear around the corner.
But it's Namjoon first, tall and tired, glasses slipping down his nose, still in his rehearsal clothes. He sees you before you can decide whether to hide or run, and his face shifts from confusion to recognition to something like delight.
"LA?" he says, and his voice carries.
You push off the wall, suddenly nervous, suddenly aware of every hour of sleep you missed, every reason this was a bad idea. "Surprise?"
Namjoon crosses the distance between you in three long strides and pulls you into a hug that lifts you slightly off your feet, that smells like his cologne and the faint metallic tang of the venue. "You're insane," he says into your hair, but he's laughing. "He's going to lose his mind."
"I wanted to-"
"Surprise him," Namjoon finishes, setting you down but keeping his hands on your shoulders, studying your face with that particular intensity he has, the one that makes you feel like he's reading the footnotes of your thoughts. "I know. I can tell." He squeezes once. "Be gentle with him. He's been... he's been looking at his phone a lot."
Before you can ask what that means, there's a whoop from down the corridor, and Hoseok is running toward you, arms windmilling, grinning so wide it looks like it hurts.
"You came!" he shouts, and you brace yourself as he collides with you, spins you, sets you down only to step back and present his cheek with theatrical expectation.
You laugh, the sound surprising you, and you give him a light slap - firm enough to sting, playful enough to mean nothing - before pulling him into a hug that smells like sweat and peppermint gum. "I came," you confirm.
"Jungkook-ah doesn't know?"
"Not yet."
Hoseok's eyes gleam with mischief. "Oh, this is going to be good. This is going to be so good."
The others filter past - Jimin with a wave, Taehyung with a curious tilt of his head, Yoongi and Jin with nods that somehow feel like approval. They don't question your presence, or if they do, they keep it to themselves. You're part of the furniture here, part of the landscape of Jungkook's life that they've all learned to navigate around.
And then, there he is.
He's at the end of the corridor, still holding that camcorder, the one with the duct tape on the side where he dropped it in Tokyo. He's talking to it, narrating his life in that soft, sleepy voice he gets after he sings, something about the venue, about the soundcheck, about how the dry air makes his throat feel like sandpaper.
He doesn't see you at first. He's looking at the lens, at himself, performing even when he thinks no one is watching. You have time to study him - the way he has slimmed down since the last time you saw him, all sharp angles and new edges, the way his forehead is finally visible again with this haircut, the one you told him suited him best, and the tiredness in his shoulders that he carries like a secret, like something he's ashamed of letting show.
You step out from behind the pillar.
"LA?"
Your name hangs in the air - the nickname he gave you three years ago in Budapest, then cemented during those long weeks in Los Angeles when they filmed the album, when you were around so much you became part of the furniture, part of the language. They say it like a word, like a place, like something that means her and home and the one who keeps leaving all at once. The camcorder lowers slowly. His face shifts through seventeen emotions: confusion, disbelief, hope, fear, sunlight breaking through clouds.
"You're not-" He stops. Steps forward. "You're actually here."
You shrug, missing casual by miles. "You said you missed humidity."
He stares. The camcorder hangs forgotten, still recording. You see the pulse in his throat, his hand tightening on the strap until his knuckles whiten.
Then he's moving.
He crosses the space in a rush that feels gravitational, arms around you, lifting you off your feet, spinning you once, twice, laughing into the curve of your neck. He smells like rehearsal - sweat and cologne and something uniquely him, the fabric softener you bought him last Christmas.
"You're insane," he says, setting you down but not letting go, hands gripping your waist like you'll evaporate. "When did you- how did you-"
"Hoseok," you admit. Hoseok cackles behind you.
"Hoseok," Jungkook repeats, but he's not angry, only present, eyes scanning your face like he's memorizing it, like he's been starving and you're the first meal. "I can't believe you. I can't believe you're here."
"Surprise," you say softer, and his expression shifts, becoming tender and vulnerable.
"Yeah." He breathes. "Surprise."
He doesn't let go. The camcorder bumps your hip. He looks down at it, forgotten, then back at you with a question.
"Keep filming," you say.
He lifts the camera, captures both of you in the frame. You see yourself on the small screen - flushed, bright-eyed. See him looking at you instead of the lens.
"Day three in Vegas," he says, voice rough. "Soundcheck finished at Allegiant Stadium. We ran 2.0 and Aliens and-" he glances at you, swallows, "-LA is here. She just showed up. Like a ghost. Like a miracle."
"Not a miracle," you protest, smiling.
"Miracle," he insists. He turns the camera off, pulls you back into his arms, face buried in your hair. "Stay," he mumbles.
"I'll stay for now," you say, and he exhales like you've granted him something precious.
The hours blur. You find your place at the end of the southwest walkway, pressed against the scaffolding where the lights don't reach, where the curtain hangs heavy and dark between you and the world. Through the screen you can see them - seven figures moving through their formations on the central stage, then dispersing down the four walkways that stretch like arms reaching for the crowd.
From here the stadium opens up around you, three hundred sixty degrees of screaming, of light sticks creating oceans of color, of faces tilted upward like they're looking at something holy. You watch him move down the northeast walkway, then the northwest, then back to center, and you can imagine the sweat on his brow, can see the way he scans the crowd between lyrics, the way his shoulders relax when he finds your shadow in the wings.
You watch them run through Into the Sun - his voice rising through his verse like something carved from light, like a prayer offered up in a language only the faithful understand. He sounds angelic, truly, the kind of voice that makes you understand why people build religions around beauty, why they kneel before things they cannot comprehend. Through the screen his face flickers, close-up, ethereal, and you think of Hungary, of that bar in Budapest where you met, where he was just a boy with a pretty smile and you were just a girl who didn't know enough to be impressed.
He thought you were cute. You thought he was funny. The night ended in laughter and phone numbers exchanged on a napkin you still have somewhere, pressed between the pages of a book you never finished.
Now thousands of people scream his name, reaching toward the walkway like they could pull him down and keep him. You watch girls cry, boys scream, bodies pressed against barriers, living for this moment, this proximity to something they've only ever seen through glass.
And you realize - with something that feels like vertigo - that you are living someone's dream. That the boy they're screaming for is the same one who texts you memes at 3 AM, who sends you voice notes complaining about his laundry, who fell asleep on your couch last November and drooled on your throw pillow.
The thought makes you feel strange, temporary, like a glitch in the system. Like eventually the universe will notice and correct its error.
But then he's moving toward you, down the southwest walkway, and through the distance you see his eyes find yours, and he smiles - not the performance smile, but something smaller, real, meant only for you.
For a moment, the stadium fades. It's just his face - looking at you like you're the only person in the room.
Then the song ends, and he's turning, and the crowd roars, and you're just a shadow in the wings again, watching someone else's miracle from behind a curtain.
After, when the lights go down and the crowd roars and fades, you find yourself swept up with the others, with pizza that tastes like cardboard and the chaos of post-show adrenaline. You're part of the furniture here - helping Namjoon find his glasses, listening to Hoseok complain about his feet, letting Yoongi show you a meme.
"Where's Jin?" you ask at one point, noticing the empty chair.
"Asleep," Taehyung says, scrolling through his phone. "Said he's going to sleep for a year. So tired."
You laugh, and Jungkook watches you from across the room, eyes following the shape of your smile.
It's barely past eleven when Namjoon stretches, joints popping. "Food," he announces.
"That bar in the hotel, the one with the good sliders. Who's coming?"
"I'm in," Hoseok says, already reaching for his jacket.
"Me too," Jimin adds.
Taehyung looks at you, then at Jungkook, something knowing in his expression. "LA? You hungry?"
You are, suddenly - starving in a way that has nothing to do with food. You look at Jungkook. He's watching you, waiting.
"Yeah," you say. "I'm coming."
♤ ♡ ♧ ♢
The bar is in the lobby of their hotel, some trendy spot with leather booths and neon signs that look vintage but aren't. It's nearly midnight but Vegas doesn't sleep, the place half-full of tourists in sequins and people who lost money and are drinking their way back to even.
You slide into a booth after Namjoon, and Jungkook slides in after you, thigh pressed against yours in a way that feels deliberate. The others arrange themselves - Taehyung and Jimin on one side, Hoseok beside Namjoon - and a waiter appears with waters and menus.
He's tall, dark-haired, the kind of handsome that moves through spaces like he owns them. His eyes find yours immediately, skipping over the five famous faces at the table like they don't register, like you're the only one in the room.
"Can I get you anything else?" he asks, but he's looking at you, his smile slow and deliberate. "Another drink? Something... special?"
You order another gin and tonic, and he touches your hand when he takes the empty glass, his fingers warm, lingering. "Excellent choice. I'll make sure it's perfect for you."
You feel Jungkook shift beside you, his thigh going rigid against yours, his arm pressing harder into your shoulder.
"Thanks," you say, and the waiter smiles again, all teeth, before finally turning away.
"Friendly," Taehyung observes, his eyes amused, watching Jungkook."Very friendly," Jimin adds, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
"He's just doing his job," you say, but under the table Jungkook's hand finds your knee, his grip tight, his thumb pressing hard enough to make you look at him.
"What?" you mouth.
He shakes his head, jaw tight, reaching for his water with his free hand. "Nothing."
But his hand doesn't move from your knee, and when the waiter returns - your drink balanced on his tray, his smile even wider - Jungkook's fingers dig in just slightly, a warning, a claim.
"Here you are," the waiter says, setting the glass down, his hand brushing yours as you take it. "Made it just for you. Extra lime, like you asked."
"You remembered," you say, surprised.
"I pay attention," he says, his voice dropping, intimate in the noise of the bar. "To things worth remembering."
Jungkook makes a sound, low in his throat, almost a growl. The waiter glances at him, finally, recognition flickering - oh, that’s Jeon Jungkook - but he doesn't back down. If anything, his smile widens, a challenge in his eyes.
"Anything else I can get you?" he asks, but he's looking at you, only you.
"We're good," Jungkook says, his voice flat, final, his hand sliding from your knee to your thigh, his palm hot through your jeans, claiming territory. "Thanks."
The waiter nods, slowly, his eyes lingering on you one last time before he turns away.
"Possessive," you murmur, not looking at Jungkook, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"Not," he lies, his hand staying on your thigh, his thumb tracing patterns that feel like writing, like spelling something out in a language only you two speak.
"You literally just-"
"Drink your gin," he interrupts, his voice rough, his eyes fixed on the waiter's back across the bar. "Before I do something stupid."
"Like what?"
He finally looks at you, his expression dark, his pupils blown wide in the dim light. "Like go over there and explain that you're not... that he shouldn't..."
"That I'm not what?"
He stares at you, his jaw working, his hand tightening on your thigh. "Available," he says finally, the word torn out of him. "That you're not available."
The silence between you stretches, filled with the noise of the bar, the laughter of his friends, the weight of three years of pretending.
"Am I not?" you ask, your voice quiet, barely audible.
His eyes search yours, desperate, hungry, all the things he's never let himself show you. "Are you?"
You don't answer. You can't. But you don't move his hand from your thigh, and when the waiter passes again, you don't look up, and Jungkook's fingers relax, just slightly, like he's breathing again.
"So," Jimin interrupts the two of you, leaning forward, eyes bright with mischief. "LA flies to Vegas unannounced. This is a rom-com plot."
"It's a horror movie," you say. "I'm the ghost who haunts his tour."
"You're not haunting," Jungkook says, "You're... visiting."
"Visiting," Taehyung repeats, tasting the word. "Very casual. Very normal."
You kick Jungkook's ankle. He kicks back, grinning.
The conversation moves around you - tour logistics, the venue tomorrow, Jin asleep upstairs dreaming of hibernation. You eat a slider that tastes like salt and grease and watch Jungkook from the corner of your eye. He's animated, hands moving as he talks, but every few minutes his attention drifts back to you, checking, making sure you're still there.
Hoseok orders a third plate of sliders. He eats them with the focus of a man possessed, and when he finally sits back, patting his stomach with a groan, he stretches his arms over the back of the booth and sighs, long and loud.
"God, I love Vegas," he says. "No consequences. What happens here, stays here, right?"
He says it with a grin, rubbing his stomach, and you realize he's talking about the sliders - about the gluttony, the grease, the way he's going to feel this in the morning. It's a joke about guilt, about indulgence, about pretending the things you do in this city don't follow you home.
But Jungkook looks at you, and you look at him, and for a second the noise of the bar fades out entirely. His eyes are dark in the dim light, and you know he's thinking about all the things that could happen here, all the things you've never let happen anywhere else.
You look away first. Take a long sip of your drink.
"Speaking of," Namjoon says, and his voice is careful, deliberate, breaking the spell.
"We should head up. Early call tomorrow."
"Already?" Jimin whines, but he's already sliding out.
"Come on," Hoseok says, standing. He looks at you, then at Jungkook, and his smile softens into something almost gentle. "Don't stay out too late."
They leave in a cluster, Taehyung waving over his shoulder, Jimin making a kissy face that Jungkook flips off. And then it's just you and him, alone in the booth, the neon buzzing overhead.
"You didn't have to stay," you say, tracing a water ring on the table.
"I wanted to." He pauses. "I have stuff for you, actually. Merch. The good stuff. It's in my room."
"In your room," you repeat.
"In my room."
You look at him. He's watching you carefully, no smile now, just open want and the fear that you'll say no.
"Okay," you say.
♤ ♡ ♧ ♢
The elevator ride is silent. The corridor is silent. His room is on the thirty-fourth floor, corner suite, Vegas sprawled out below like a circuit board, like a promise.
You stand at the window while he dumps his bag on the bed, spreads out offerings - a hoodie that smells like him, a hat, stickers, a photocard.
"Here," he says, patting the space beside him.
You sit. The bed dips. You're close enough to feel his heat, see the tiredness in his eyes, feel your hand trembling when you pick up the photocard.
"Someone had a fan tonight," he says, and his voice is casual, too casual, the way it gets when he's hiding something sharp.
You blink, looking up from the photocard you've been turning over in your fingers. "What?"
"At the bar." He doesn't look at you. He's arranging the stickers in a neat row, aligning their edges with precision that feels like avoidance. "The waiter - he couldn't stop looking at you."
You laugh, surprised, the sound bright in the quiet room. "Are you serious? You had like seventy-two thousand people screaming your name tonight."
"Seventy-two thousand and one," he corrects, and there's a smirk tugging at his mouth, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "But I'm serious. The waiter, Sunshine. He was into you."
"I didn't notice." You set the photocard down, reach for the hoodie, bring it to your nose to breathe in the smell of him-fabric softener and something else, something warm. "I was too busy watching you eat like you hadn't seen food in a week."
"Of course you didn't notice." He says it softly, almost to himself, and something in his tone makes you look up.
"What?"
"Nothing." He stands suddenly, moves to the window, his back to you. "It's just... you never do. Notice things."
You frown, the hoodie forgotten in your lap. "What do you mean?"
"I mean you fly in, you fly out, and you act like you're just passing through." He's still not looking at you, his reflection fractured in the glass, doubled by the city lights behind him. "Like this-" he gestures vaguely at the space between you, at the room, at everything "-like it's just... convenient. Like I'm just convenient."
"Jungkook-"
"Three months." He turns now, and his face is carefully blank, the mask he wears for interviews, for cameras, for strangers. "Three months since you were in Seoul. And you didn't even tell me you were thinking about coming tonight. Hoseok knew before I did."
"I wanted to surprise you-"
"Surprise me," he repeats, and there's a note in his voice you can't name. "Or keep your options open? In case you changed your mind?"
You stand up, blood starting to rush in your ears. "That's not fair."
"Is it?" He takes a step toward you, then stops, like he's afraid of what he'll do if he gets closer. "Last time you were in Tokyo, you left early. Said you had work. But I saw the pictures. You were at the beach with friends. You just... didn't want to stay."
"That was different-"
"Was it?" Another step. His hands are fisted at his sides. "Or the time before that, in New York? You said you'd come to the show, but you got 'caught up' with your ex-"
"He needed help moving-"
"And you needed to be there." He's close now, close enough that you can see the pulse hammering in his throat, the flush high on his cheeks. "You needed to be there for him, but you can't be here. Not really. Not when it counts."
"That's not-" You shake your head, defensive, confused by the velocity of this, by how fast the ground is shifting beneath you. "I'm here now. I flew here. For you."
"For now," he says, and his voice cracks, just slightly, just enough. "For tonight. And then what? Tomorrow you'll be back in LA, and you'll text me when you're bored, when you need a distraction, when you want to feel like someone wants you-"
"Stop-"
"But actually showing up?" He's not yelling, but his voice has gone tight, strange, the way guitar strings sound before they snap. "Actually staying? Letting this be real? You'd never risk it. Because then you might have to want me back. You might have to need me. And god forbid, Sunshine-god forbid you ever need anyone."
The words hit like a slap. You stare at him, breathing hard, the makeup Miyoung applied feeling suddenly like a mask, like armor you don't know how to remove.
"That's not fair," you whisper, but your voice breaks.
"Isn't it?" He turns away again, paces to the window, and his reflection is fractured, doubled, and you can't tell which one is the real him. "At least the waiter looked at you. At least he saw you. You act like I'm invisible unless you need something. Unless you're lonely, unless you're sad, unless you want someone to tell you you're pretty at 3 AM-"
"Fuck you," you say, louder now, anger rising up to meet the hurt. "That's not- I'm not-"
"What?" He spins around. "What are you, Sunshine? Tell me. Because from where I'm standing, you're the girl who keeps me on a shelf. Who takes me down when she's bored and puts me back when she's done. And I keep letting you. I keep waiting by the phone like some fucking-"
"Stop it!" You grab your bag from the chair, hands shaking. "I'm not doing this. I'm not-"
You get three steps toward the door before his hand closes around your wrist.
"Let go."
"Why?" His grip tightens, not hard, just enough to stop you, enough to make you feel the heat of his palm against your pulse point. "So you can run again? Back to LA, right? Back where it's safe? Where you don't have to feel anything?"
You wrench your arm, but he doesn't let go. You're facing each other now, breathing hard, inches apart, and you can see the shine in his eyes that he won't let become tears, can see the way his jaw is clenched so tight it must ache.
"Say it," he says, low, rough. "Say you're running."
"I'm not-"
"Say it."
And you can't. Because you're not running, you've never been able to run from him, not when he's looking at you like this - like you're breaking his heart and saving it all at once.
"I hate you," you whisper.
"No, you don't," he says, and then his mouth is on yours.
It's hard and desperate and tastes like years of waiting, and for a moment you melt into it, your body betraying you, your hands fisting in his shirt and pulling him closer. But then your brain catches up, the words he just threw at you still sharp in your chest, and you push against his shoulders, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"Wait," you breathe, your lips tingling, your heart hammering. "Wait, you don't get to do that."
He's breathing hard, his eyes dark, his hands still gripping your waist. "Do what?"
"Blame me," you say, your voice shaking. "You don't get to tell me I never stay, that I never risk anything, and then just kiss me like that fixes it. Like I'm the only one who messed this up."
His jaw tightens. "That's not what I-"
"It is," you cut him off, pushing against his chest until he steps back, giving you space. "You want to talk about me leaving? About me not expressing my feelings? Well what about you, Jungkook? When have you ever told me to stay? When have you ever actually said what you want?"
He stares at you, chest heaving, and you see something flicker in his eyes - hurt, defensiveness, the mirror of your own accusations.
"I've been here," he says, his voice low, dangerous. "I've been right here, watching you date assholes who don't deserve you, watching you leave and come back and leave again. What was I supposed to do? Beg you?"
"Yes!" you shout, the word tearing out of you. "Maybe! Or at least tell me! Tell me you want me to stay instead of just letting me go, letting me think you don't care-"
"I care," he snaps, stepping toward you again, crowding you back against the wall. "I care so fucking much it makes me sick. Is that what you want to hear? That I've been in love with you for three years and I've been dying every time you walk away?"
Your breath catches. "Then why didn't you say-"
"Because you were always leaving!" He's close now, so close, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. "And you seemed fine with it. You seemed fine with whatever we are."
"I'm not bored," you whisper, your voice breaking. "I was never bored. I was scared. I'm still scared."
"Of what?"
"Of this," you say, gesturing between you. "Of wanting you this much. Of needing you and having you leave instead."
"I'm not leaving," he says, his voice softer now, raw. "I've never left. You're the one who-"
"Because you never asked me to stay," you interrupt, and there are tears in your eyes now, hot and humiliating. "You never said don't go. You just let me."
He stares at you, his expression shifting, softening, the anger draining out of him like water. "I didn't think I had the right," he admits, quiet. "I didn't think you wanted me to ask."
"Well I did," you say, your voice small. "I do."
He leans in then, slow, giving you time to pull away, and brushes his lips against yours - softer this time, questioning. You don't pull away. You kiss him back, tentative, tasting the salt of tears you can't tell are his or yours.
"Stay," he whispers against your mouth, his hands moving to cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. "Don't go back to LA. Not yet. Stay with me."
"You don't mean that," you say, but you're kissing him again, deeper now, your hands sliding up his chest.
"I do," he insists, breaking the kiss to look at you, his eyes fierce. "I've never meant anything more. Stay tonight. Stay tomorrow. Stay-"
"Stop talking," you breathe, and pull him back to you, your mouth crashing against his, hungry, desperate.
He groans, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you, and you wrap your legs around him, the friction of him against you making you both gasp. He walks you backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, and then you're falling, hitting the mattress with him on top of you, settling between your legs with a weight that feels perfect, inevitable.
"Wait," you gasp, tearing your mouth away, your head spinning. "Wait, I'm still mad at you."
"Good," he growls, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking hard enough to mark. "Be mad. Yell at me. But don't leave."
"I'm not-" you break off with a moan as he grinds against you, his hips rolling in a way that makes you see stars. "I'm not leaving, but you- you have to-"
"Have to what?" He lifts his head, his eyes dark, challenging. "Tell me what you want, Sunshine. Use your words."
"I want you to stop talking in circles," you manage, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him back to you. "I want you to show me. Show me you want me."
He kisses you again, hard, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, and you meet him with equal fervor, your teeth clicking, your breath mingling. He pulls back just enough to strip your shirt over your head, and you help him, your bra following, and then you're bare and he's looking at you like you're the only thing in the world.
"Beautiful," he breathes, and then his mouth is on your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth, and you cry out, arching into him.
"Fuck," you gasp, your hands tangled in his hair, holding him there. "Jungkook-"
He switches sides, his hand replacing his mouth on the first breast, pinching and rolling your nipple while he sucks hard on the other, and you're whimpering now, your hips bucking up against him, seeking friction.
"Still mad?" he asks against your skin, his voice smug, teasing.
"Yes," you breathe, but you're pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. "Take this off. I want to feel you."
He sits back, stripping his shirt off, and you sit up too, reaching for him, your hands running over his chest, his shoulders, the ink on his arms. He shivers under your touch, his eyes falling closed, and you lean in, pressing your mouth to his collarbone, his throat, biting gently at his jaw.
"Tell me," you whisper against his skin. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you," he says, his voice rough, his hands gripping your hips. "I want your mouth on me. I want to be inside you. I want everything, Sunshine, I've wanted everything for so fucking long-"
You push him back, guiding him until he's sitting on the edge of the bed, and you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands working at his jeans. He lifts his hips, helps you strip him, and then he's naked in front of you, hard and thick and straining toward you, and you want him in your mouth more than you want to breathe.
"Fuck," he breathes as you wrap your hand around him, stroke him once, twice. "Sunshine, you don't have to-"
"I want to," you say, looking up at him through your lashes. "I've wanted to. Tell me to stop and I will."
"Don't stop," he groans, his head falling back. "Please, god, don't stop-"
You lean in and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, from base to tip, and he shouts, his hips jerking forward. You take him into your mouth, sucking lightly, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head, and his hands are in your hair, not pushing, just holding, his fingers trembling.
"Your mouth," he pants, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, your mouth, I've thought about this-"
You take him deeper, inch by inch, until he's hitting the back of your throat, and you swallow around him, hollowing your cheeks. He cries out, a raw, guttural sound, and you pull back slowly, letting him feel every inch, then sink back down, finding a rhythm.
"So good," he babbles, his hips stuttering. "So fucking good, you're perfect-"
You pull off with a wet sound, catching your breath, and he whines at the loss, his eyes opening, fixed on you with desperate hunger. You meet his gaze, then lower your head to his balls, heavy and drawn up tight. You lick at them, soft and wet, and he groans, long and low, his knees spreading wider.
"Sunshine- fuck, that's- don't stop-"
You take one into your mouth, sucking gently, rolling it on your tongue, and the sound he makes is inhuman, a broken moan that echoes off the walls. You lavish attention on them, sucking one and then the other, taking them both into your mouth and rolling them gently, and he's babbling now, incoherent, his hands tight in your hair.
"I'm gonna come," he warns, his voice strained. "Fuck, I'm close, please-"
You pull off with a wet sound, denying him, and he whines, high and desperate, his hips chasing your mouth.
"Not yet," you say, your voice filthy, and you start kissing your way up his body - his hip bone, the sharp line of his stomach, the ridge of his ribs. You push him back onto the bed, your hands firm on his chest, and he goes willingly, sprawling back against the sheets, his cock twitching against his stomach, wet and aching.
"Sunshine," he groans, his voice wrecked. "Please, I need to-"
"You don't get to finish yet," you interrupt, straddling his thighs, pinning him down. "Not when you've been such an ass."
"Then punish me," he challenges, his eyes dark, his chest heaving. "Go ahead."
You lean down, your mouth finding his nipple, and you suck hard, teasing with your teeth, and he shouts, his back arching off the bed, his hands flying to your hair. "Fuck- fuck, that's-"
He snarls, flipping you over suddenly, his strength surprising you, pinning you beneath him. You gasp, your back hitting the mattress, and he's between your legs, his hands rough on your thighs, spreading you open.
"My turn," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You got to play. Now I get to taste."
He doesn't wait for permission. He dives in, his mouth hot and filthy on your cunt, licking a broad stripe up your folds that has you screaming, your hands fisting in the sheets. He groans against you, the vibration making you see stars, and then he's spitting on you, wet and obscene, rubbing it into your clit with his thumb before he goes back to sucking you into his mouth.
"Look at you," he murmurs, lifting his head just enough to speak, his chin wet with you, his eyes fixed on your face. "Look how fucking desperate you are. Grinding on me like you couldn't wait to get this pussy on my tongue."
"Jungkook-" you whimper, your hips bucking up, seeking more.
"You want me to eat you out?" he asks, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "You want me to make you come all over my face? Say it."
"Yes," you gasp, your face burning, your body aching. "Yes, please, eat me out, I need it-"
He goes back to work with a vengeance, his tongue circling your clit before he sucks it hard into his mouth, his fingers sliding into you, curling to find that spot that makes you cry out. He's messy, filthy, spitting on you again to make you wetter, his fingers fucking you in time with the suction of his mouth, and the sounds he's making - groaning like he's the one being worshipped-are driving you insane.
"So fucking sweet," he pants against your thigh, his fingers never stopping, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Tastes so good. Been dreaming about this, dreaming about having you like this, making you scream-"
"Don't stop," you beg, your voice breaking, your hands in his hair, holding him there. "Please, don't stop, I'm so close-"
"Come for me," he demands, his tongue flat against you, licking broad and filthy. "Come on my tongue, Sunshine. Let me drink you down."
You do. You let go, and the orgasm crashes through you, violent and overwhelming, your back arching, your vision whiting out, your body clamping down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. He doesn't stop, keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you're whimpering, oversensitive, trying to close your legs.
"Can't take it," you gasp, pushing at his shoulders. "Too much-"
He crawls up your body, his face wet with you, and kisses you hard, letting you taste yourself, filthy and perfect. You can feel him, hard and thick against your thigh, already ready again, desperate and throbbing.
"Let me get a condom," he mutters against your mouth, his hand reaching toward the nightstand.
You catch his wrist, stopping him, your heart hammering against your ribs. "No," you breathe, your voice raw, desperate. "Please. I want to feel you. Just you."
He freezes, his eyes snapping to yours, dark and blown wide. "Sunshine," he warns, his voice rough, strained. "You sure? I can't- fuck, I need to be careful with you-"
"I'm sure," you insist, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, your heels digging into his lower back. "I'm on the pill. And I trust you. I want to feel you come inside me, Jungkook. Please."
He groans, a broken, guttural sound, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his whole body trembling against you. "Fuck," he whispers, his voice wrecked. "You can't say shit like that. You can't-"
"Then do it," you challenge, rolling your hips against him, feeling the hot, hard length of him slide against your wetness. "Fuck me bare. Fill me up. Show me you mean it."
He snarls, his restraint snapping, and then he's pushing into you, slow and deep and completely unhindered, and the feeling is overwhelming - hot and thick and perfect, skin against skin with nothing between you. You both cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck," he pants, his eyes rolling back, his jaw clenched tight. "Fuck, you feel- you're so hot, so wet, I can feel all of you-"
"Move," you beg, your voice breaking, your legs tight around him. "Please, Jungkook, move, I need you-"
He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in, hard and deep, and the sound that tears from your throat is primal, needy. The friction is perfect, intense, every ridge of him dragging against your walls, and he's groaning with every thrust, his head thrown back, his chest heaving.
"So good," he grits out, his hips snapping against yours, setting a brutal rhythm. "So fucking good, you're taking all of me, fuck- you're so tight around me, squeezing me-"
"Yes," you gasp, your head thrown back, your back arching off the bed. "Yes, just like that, don't stop, harder-"
He gives you harder, his hips pistoning against yours, the bed creaking beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall. He's hitting something deep inside you, a spot that makes your vision blur at the edges, and you're clawing at his back, your legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
"Touch yourself," he demands, his voice ragged, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own pleasure mounts. "I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you."
You slide your hand between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit, swollen and sensitive, and you rub tight, desperate circles. The added sensation is too much, just enough, and you're climbing again, the pleasure building in waves that crash higher and higher.
"Jungkook," you warn, your voice high, broken. "I'm gonna- I'm close-"
"Not yet," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing rhythm as he chases his own release. "Not yet, I need to feel you from behind, need to see that ass while I fuck you-"
He pulls out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching, and he flips you over with rough hands, pulling your hips up until you're on your knees, your face pressed against the mattress. He spreads you open with his hands, groaning at the sight of you, wet and open and waiting for him.
"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips, his thumbs spreading your folds. "Look how fucking wet you are for me, dripping down your thighs-"
"Please," you whimper, pushing back against him, seeking friction, seeking him. "Please, Jungkook, I need you inside me-"
He pushes in with one long, smooth thrust, deeper from this angle, hitting places that make you scream into the mattress, your fingers fisting in the sheets. He's groaning, long and low, his grip on your hips bruising as he pulls you back onto his cock, meeting his thrusts.
"So deep," he pants, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, you're so deep like this, taking all of me, fuck-"
He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, wet and filthy. He's hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, the one that makes your legs shake, your vision blur, and you're pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.
"Touch yourself," he demands again, his hand coming around your hip, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing rough and filthy. "Come for me, Sunshine. Come on my cock while I fuck you like this-"
"Yes," you gasp, your voice muffled against the mattress. "Yes, don't stop, I'm so close-"
He doesn't stop. He fucks you harder, his fingers working your clit in tight, desperate circles, and you're climbing, climbing, the coil tightening, tightening, until-
You come with a scream, your back arching, your body clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses that draw out his own climax. But he doesn't stop, keeps fucking you through it, drawing it out until you're whimpering, oversensitive, your body trembling.
"One more," he growls, his voice strained, his thrusts becoming jerky, desperate. "One more position, I want to see your face when I come-"
He pulls out, flipping you over again, and pulls you up until you're straddling him, your hands braced on his chest. He guides himself back into you, his hands on your hips, and you sink down onto him, taking him deep, so deep you feel impossibly full.
"Ride me," he demands, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. "Ride my cock, Sunshine. Show me how much you want it-"
You do. You roll your hips, finding a rhythm, your hands bracing on his chest, your nails digging into his skin. He's groaning, his head thrown back, his hands gripping your waist, guiding you, lifting you and pulling you back down onto him.
"Fuck," he grits out, his hips bucking up to meet you, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing rhythm. "You're so fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock, fuck- I'm close, I'm so close-"
He groans, long and low, and then he's coming, his whole body tensing, his cock pulsing inside you, hot and thick and filling you completely. His hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, his forehead pressed against your chest, his breath hot and fast against your skin.
"Fuck," he pants, still twitching inside you, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, Sunshine, I wish you could taste me inside of you."
You whimper at the thought, at the filth of it, but before you can respond, he's flipping you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, and diving between your thighs. You gasp, shocked, as he licks at your folds, messy and desperate, gathering the wetness of you both on his tongue.
"Jungkook-" you breathe, your hands flying to his hair, but he's relentless, lapping at you with long, filthy strokes, his tongue delving inside to taste where he just filled you, where you're still warm and full of him.
He lifts his head, his chin wet, his eyes dark and fixed on yours, and then he's crawling up your body, his hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. He leans down and spits into your mouth, the taste of you both mingled on your tongue, warm and filthy and intimate, and you moan around it, swallowing, your whole body trembling.
He kisses you then, hard and desperate, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, sharing the taste, the intimacy of it overwhelming, perfect. You kiss him back with equal fervor, your hands fisting in his hair, holding him to you, tasting yourself and him together, the most vulnerable thing you've ever shared.
When he finally pulls back, he's breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching your face like he's memorizing you.
"Stay," he whispers, his voice rough, his thumb brushing your swollen lower lip. "Not just for now. Stay."
You close your eyes, your heart hammering, and for the first time, you let yourself want it too. "Okay," you whisper. "I'll stay."
♤ ♡ ♧ ♢
The Vegas sun is too bright. It cuts through the gap in the curtains like a warning, landing directly on your face, and you groan, pulling the sheet over your head. Your body aches in places you forgot existed. Your mouth tastes like him, like the filthy things you said to each other in the dark.
You become aware, slowly, that you are not alone in the bed.
He's awake. You can tell by the quality of the silence, the way he's holding himself still, pretending to sleep. You can feel his eyes on you even through the sheet.
"Stop staring," you mumble, your voice wrecked.
"I'm not staring," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "I'm admiring."
You peel the sheet down just enough to glare at him. He's on his stomach, chin propped on his hands, the blanket low on his hips, the ink on his arm shifting as he breathes. He looks annoyingly perfect. Rested. Like he didn't spend hours fucking you until you couldn't remember your own name.
"You're too smug," you say, pulling the sheet back up. "This is weird."
"What's weird?"
"This." You gesture vaguely at the space between you, at the wreckage of the room, your clothes scattered like evidence. "Weird."
He laughs, soft and warm, and reaches out, his hand finding your hip under the sheet. "It's not weird. It's us. Just... finally."
"Don't say finally like that. Like it's inevitable. Like you knew."
"I did know," he says simply, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "I've known for three years. You were the one who needed convincing."
You bury your face in the pillow, your face burning. "I hate you."
"You don't." He tugs at the sheet, trying to pull you closer. "Come here."
You let him pull you, let yourself be arranged against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, his chin resting on your head. You breathe him in, memorizing this, knowing you shouldn't.
"I have to go back," you say, the words quiet, into his skin.
He goes still. "What?"
"To LA. My flight's at noon."
"Today?" His voice changes, something cracking. "You just got here."
"I know." You close your eyes, your heart hammering. "But I have work. I have... I can't just stay, Jungkook. I can't just-"
"Can't you?" He pulls back, his hands finding your face, tilting it up to look at him. His expression is wrecked, all the softness gone, replaced by something desperate. "Can't you just... stay? For once?"
"I can't." Your voice breaks. "I want to. God, I want to. But I can't."
He stares at you, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones, his eyes searching yours like he's looking for something to hold onto. "So that's it? We do this, we finally do this, and you just... leave?"
"Jungkook-"
"Don't." He lets go, rolling onto his back, his arm thrown over his eyes. "Don't say my name like that. Not if you're going."
The silence stretches, heavy and awful, filled with the hum of the city below, the reality of morning after.
"I'll be back," you whisper, not sure if it's true, not sure if you're promising something you can keep.
"When?"
"I don't know."
He laughs, but it sounds broken. "Yeah. That's what I thought."
You sit up, the sheet pooling around your waist, your chest tight, your eyes burning. You should get dressed. You should leave. You should do what you always do.
But you can't move. You can't make yourself stand up and walk away from this, from him, from the only thing that's ever felt like home.
"Look at me," you say, your voice rough.
He doesn't. He keeps his arm over his eyes, his jaw tight, his whole body radiating hurt.
"Jungkook. Look at me."
Slowly, painfully, he lowers his arm. His eyes are red-rimmed, wet, and it breaks something in you to see it, to know you put that there.
"I'm not running," you say, the words careful, deliberate. "I'm not... this isn't me leaving because I don't want this. I want this. I want you. But I have things I can't just drop. You know that. You have things too."
"So what do we do?" he asks, his voice small, younger than you've ever heard him.
"I don't know," you admit. "But... we figure it out? Together?"
He stares at you, his expression shifting, hope warring with fear. "Together," he repeats, like he's testing the word.
"Yeah." You reach for his hand, your fingers interlacing with his. "I'm not good at this. I'm going to mess it up. But... I want to try. If you do."
He doesn't answer immediately. He looks at your joined hands, at the morning light catching on your skin, at the wreckage of the room around you.
"There's a show in LA," he says finally, his voice quiet. "In three months."
Your breath catches. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He looks up at you, his expression softening, something like a smile touching his mouth. "Maybe... maybe you could be there. In the audience. Not backstage, not hiding. Just... there. Watching."
"I could do that," you whisper, your heart hammering.
"And after," he continues, his thumb brushing your knuckles, "maybe we could get dinner. Somewhere public. Where people might see."
"Jungkook-"
"I want people to see," he says, his voice firmer now, his eyes holding yours. "I want them to know. I'm tired of hiding this. I'm tired of pretending you don't matter."
You stare at him, this boy who waited, who wanted, who finally let himself have you only to watch you leave. You think of three months, of phone calls and time zones and the particular ache of missing someone who exists in a different world.
"Okay," you say, the word barely audible. "Okay. I'll be there. Front row."
"Please," he counters, a ghost of his smirk returning. "I want to see your face when I sing."
"Deal."
You lean down, kiss him slow and careful, tasting the salt of tears neither of you shed, the promise of something you don't know how to keep. When you pull back, he's smiling, sad but real, his hand still holding yours like he's afraid to let go.
"Go," he says softly. "Before I convince you to stay."
"I don't need much convincing."
"Yeah," he says, his voice rough. "That's what scares me."
You dress in silence, wearing the hoodie he gave you last night, your clothes scattered like breadcrumbs, evidence of what you did here. He watches from the bed, the sheet wrapped around his waist, his eyes following you like he's memorizing you, like he's already missing you.
At the door, you turn. He's still watching, his expression open, vulnerable, nothing like the boy who performs for millions.
"Three months," you say.
"Three months," he echoes.
You smile, small and real, and walk out the door before you can change your mind.
♤ ♡ ♧ ♢
The camera wobbles as he adjusts it on the hotel dresser, angling it toward the bed. He's shirtless, hair messy, eyes soft with sleep and something else, something sated and sad all at once. The morning light filters through the curtains, golden and lazy, illuminating the wreckage of the room - clothes on the floor, sheets tangled, evidence of a night he can't talk about.
"Morning routine," he says, his voice rough, still sleep-thick. "Vegas edition."
He moves through the room collecting things - his phone charger, a water bottle, the vintage camcorder he uses for everything. He doesn't make the bed. He doesn't notice the white bra peeking out from beneath the rumpled white sheets, the strap just visible, the lace detail catching the light.
He sits on the edge of the bed, the camera still rolling, and runs a hand through his hair. "Good show last night," he says, his smile small, private, meant for someone who isn't there. "Really good night."
He stands, stretches, his back to the camera, and the sheets shift, the bra sliding more fully into view - delicate, feminine, utterly wrong for a hotel room where a boy band member sleeps alone.
"Anyway," he says, turning back, oblivious. "Day four today, I'll see you all very soon." He reaches for the camera, hand covering the lens. "Cut."
♤ ♡ ♧ ♢
The video is everywhere within minutes. Screenshots, zoomed-in crops, slow-motion replays. The hashtag starts trending before lunch.
@/kookielover97: um. um. UM. WHAT IS THAT IN THE BED????
@/bangtantheories: THE SHEETS ARE WHITE. THE BRA IS WHITE. HE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE. HE POSTED THIS. HE ACTUALLY POSTED THIS.
@/jungkookbiased: zoom in. zoom in on the bed. second frame from the end. that is NOT a tank top. that is NOT his. WHOSE IS THAT
@/rkivesarchive: ENHANCE. ENHANCE. the lace detail. the strap width. that's a WOMEN'S bra. a women's BRA.
@/kookenthusiasts: he slept in that bed. someone else slept in that bed. HE SMILED LIKE THAT AND SOMEONE SLEPT IN THAT BED.
@/jimingotjams: the bra appears to be a standard white t-shirt bra, possibly Calvin Klein or similar mid-range brand. not expensive. not fancy. someone PRACTICAL was there
@/seokjinsfishingrod: practical. someone practical. someone who doesn't need to impress him. someone who already KNOWS him.
@/theorythread: let's analyze the timeline. he posted the vlog at 11am vegas time. his flight was at 2pm. that means he filmed this MORNING. after someone LEFT. the bed is unmade. the bra is UNDER the sheets. they SLEPT there. together
@/kookielover97: IM SO JEALOUS
@/bangtantheories: the smile. watch the smile again. that's not a performance smile. that's a "i got laid and i'm sad about it" smile. that's a "someone left me" smile. WHO LEFT YOU JUNGKOOK???
@/armydetective: the hoodie he was wearing in his last story. the oversized one. the MERCH one. someone was wearing it. someone was wearing HIS hoodie. and left their BRA.
@/tatasandtaetas: SHE TOOK THE HOODIE. SHE LEFT THE BRA. THIS IS CINEMA.
♤ ♡ ♧ ♢
The text comes through as you're above the clouds, the plane humming around you, his hoodie still soft against your skin. You pull out your phone, expecting a goodbye, a safe flight, something sweet.
Instead: a photo. His hand. Your bra - the white one you couldn't find this morning, the one you left behind in your hurry - wrapped in his fingers, the comments visible on his laptop screen in the background. No words. Just proof.
Then another text.
JK: 2.7 million views
JK: They found you
Your stomach drops. You open the link he sends and there it is - the vlog, the screenshot, the zoomed-in crop of white on white, your bra visible in the wreckage of the bed you shared. The comments are already endless. Bra girl. Who is she. Find her.
You: oh my god
You: jungkook you didn't notice???
JK: I noticed now
JK: I'm keeping it
JK: let them look. let them wonder. I know who you are
You stare at the screen, your heart hammering against your ribs, the hum of the plane filling your ears. Somewhere below, the internet is on fire. Somewhere behind you, he's holding onto the only piece of you he has left, refusing to let go.
JK: three months
JK: front row
JK: I'll see you there
You close your eyes, the phone warm in your hand, his words settling somewhere deep in your chest. Outside the window, clouds stretch endless and white. Ahead, Los Angeles waits. And three months from now, so does he.
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.
pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, switch!jungkook, WE FINALLY GET SUBMISSIVE JUNGKOOK, anal play and mentions of anal training throughout the night, use of butt plug, multiple orgasms, rough sex, unprotected sex, sexting, so much sexual tension, edging, mutual masturbation, oral sex (f. receiving), dom!oc is so sexy, she ties jungkook's wrists with his tie, body worship, dirty talk and praise kink, he loves being called a good boy, he's a whiny mess, he has such sensitive nipples, lots of nipple stimulation, dry humping, pussy eating, face sitting, cum play, he feasts on her, he has a big nose and she sits on it, she literally uses him for her pleasure, he begs for her like the sweet boy he is, oc is kinda cruel but we love it, makeout and hickies thigh riding, she fingers herself on top of him, oral sex (m. receiving), sloppy blowjob, she spits on his cock, ball sucking and deepthroating, the tip of his cock gets stimulated hard by her mouth and her pussy, cum denial, he's so horny but tries to control himself for the sake of her, he finally breaks free from his restraints, manhandling, light spanking, missionary and doggy position, use of lube, rimming and anal fingering, he shows her who's actually in control, belly bulging and cervix stimulation, creampie, legs over shoulder, foot worship, he sucks her toes while giving it to her missionary, squirting, gushing and soaking everywhere, prolonged orgasm, choking, pain mixed with pleasure, slight cockwarming, loving cuddles as an aftercare, cliffhanger, bittersweet ending
wc — 14K
a/n — hope you pretty babes enjoy reading this little treat! let me know your thoughts *mwa mwaaah* <33
「 SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | READ ON WATTPAD 」
“i want you to feel me even when i'm not touching you, even in your dreams. can you do that for me sweet girl? can you sleep all plugged up and dripping, just thinking about how much i own this tight little ass?”
his words wrapped around you all possessively and lovingly at once.
you knew the night would feel endless with the building pleasure.
you lay curled against his warm body now, his one hand wrapped around your waist, the other stayed firmly at your ass, ensuring the plug remained seated as you melted further into his embrace. your fingers clutching at his broad shoulders like he was your anchor amidst all of the sensations.
every tiny movement you made, whether shifting your leg to hook it more firmly over his hip or arching your back slightly to press your breasts closer to his chest, causing the plug to grind and press against new spots deep inside your ass. the silicone dragged deliciously against your inner walls, keeping you continuously on edge making your pussy slick, your walls clenching around nothing with unfulfilled need.
“mmph!”
you let out a muffled moan against the pillow, your brows furrowing trying to concentrate on anything apart from you being impaled but it was impossible as your thighs pressed together harder.
jungkook held you close through it all, keeping you pressed against him until there was not even an inch of space between you, his own hard cock resting against your thigh throbbing and leaving a smear of precum against your skin. there was so much sexual tension but he wasn’t making any move in doing anything about it.
he whispered sleepy praises into your hair when he felt you squirming, it made your heart race even as your body burned. his hand roamed over your back, occasionally cupping the underside of your breasts and gently squeezing, dipping lower to brush close to your dripping folds, his fingers gliding through your wetness just enough to make you whimper before pulling away.
only allowing you the pressure of the plug to lull you into an oversensitive state.
sleep arrived to you restlessly throughout the long hours of midnight. your body jolting awake multiple times whenever the plug shifted inside you with a particular clench of your walls. the biggest part of the plug seemed to stretch you the most even though you tried focusing on jungkook beside you or on sleep but it drew quiet frustrated whines anyways.
your hips rocked instinctively against his thigh, leaving more of your wetness behind. you knew that even he didn't sleep properly the entire night.
he leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder or wherever exposed skin he could find.
“shhh i've got you princess, breathe through it for me yeah?”
his words were laced with that caring tone, the one he always has when he pushed your limits.
“ah...”
you panted as one of his hands gently massaged the base of the plug while the other stroked your hair. your body was fully aroused, your nipples pebbled and rubbing against his bare chest with every breath of yours, your hips twitching every time you seek friction and the movement only made the plug feel like torment.
as the night deepened, you drifted in and out of light dozes, each awakening more intense than the last because the butt plug never let you forget its presence. at one point probably in the early morning hours, you woke with a sharp gasp as a particularly strong clench made the plug press against the spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. your hand flying back to grip his wrist where it rested on your hip with a cry.
jungkook stirred immediately, nuzzling into your neck.
“hey baby... you okay? is it too much right now?”
he looks at you with worried eyes as he notices how hooded your eyes have become.
“do you want me to take it out?”
“n-no i don't want it out... i can do this.” you stammered bashfully.
despite that it left you aching and unable to get proper sleep, you loved the feeling of being so full like an empty part of you was being accompanied by something and the dirty shameless part of you got turned on at being a good girl for him. wanting to satisfy him and the thrill he gave you. he groaned lowly at your words, his hard cock pressing more firmly against you without being able to help himself.
“that's my girl… go back to sleep baby. i'm gonna take real good care of you in the morning.”
his promise made your lips part as your nails dug into his chest in anticipation but little did you know about his exact plans for you in the morning. his hand slid down again, fingers tracing the stretched rim around the base of the plug, gently pressing it in and out by the tiniest fraction.
“koo... y-you're making it worse oh...” you shivered violently.
“am i?” he smirked smugly but he lets you settle without pushing you too much after everything you've taken.
the cycle repeated through the remaining hours. by the time morning fully arrived, your body felt like a live wire, every nerve heightened and even the littlest touch made you jump. you felt like just a few more grinds of you against the plug would make you cum right up.
you’ve managed to get a few hours of sleep after remaining spooned against jungkook's front, your back pressed flush to his chest that rose and fell with his steady breaths. your ass nestled in the cradle of his hips, still feeling his insistent boner right beside where the jewel of the plug was exposed. the sheets beneath you were slightly wet as well from both of your combined body fluids as you let out a shaky sigh, your hand fisting the pillow.
you felt like you wanted to scream from the entire night of suffering.
jungkook moved beside you as you turned to face him. your glistening eyes met him and he smiled. he felt bad almost but also a cockiness was there.
“morning baby… you slept well hmm?”
you let out a whimper with pouty lips and he didn’t need to hear your words to know how the night has exactly been for you as his hand slid down your side, tracing the dip of your waist before settling on your lower belly. goosebumps erupted all over you as his calloused hand finally settled on the base of the pug, once more circling it slowly, he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“time to take it out now… you’ve been such a good girl keeping it in all night for me.” he paused, nipping at your earlobe before continuing.
“come on spread those legs for me like i taught you yesterday.” he husks.
you settled on your back as he hovered over you, your hand holding both your legs upward until they almost meet your chest. the position perfectly exposes your bottom area and both your holes to his eyes and he bites back a groan, his jaw clenching hard. you looked so swollen and feasted upon at the same time, your rim held a darker pink shade from remaining stretched for hours, the jewel peeking cutely from between your ass cheeks.
he wants to take a picture of the sight so he could stare at it all day and could probably nut just from the picture alone.
“just relax…”
he caressed your butt soothingly until you’ve visibly relaxed yourself around the plug and are no longer clenching tightly around it.
“are you ready for me?”
you nodded jerkily, heart pounding wildly in your chest with excited nervousness as you inhaled deeply readying yourself. jungkook applied firm pressure, twisting the plug slowly with patience drawing out the removal as to not hurt you.
he didn’t rush at all.
firstly he just rocked it minutely back and forth, letting the thick part nudge against your inner walls without pulling outward yet.
“ah... ah… ah...”
he listened to the wanton noises you let out along with the obscene squelching sounds of the lube that seemed to leak around the plug. your toes curled hard into the mattress, fingers gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white as your eyes closed, giving yourself up to all the sensations.
“gonna pull it out now okay?”
he rubbed your inner thigh a few more times to steady you before he very slowly started to withdraw inch by inch, stretching your already tender rim and making your breath hitch.
“gahh... jungkook i—it's so big nghh.”
you sobbed out, your voice cracking as your neglected pussy gaped around nothing, leaking more arousal down your thighs.
“that's it baby, just breathe through it… so fucking pretty like this.”
he growls as his cock leaks against your skin, betraying how affected he was by the sight and sounds.
the thickest part finally crested your rim, holding you open at the widest point for what felt like forever giving you that sweet burn that made your whole body thrash, your hands struggling to hold up your thighs. your body pushed back against him as your hole gripped the toy tightly as if not wanting to let go, wanting to keep it inside and with just a tiny pull and from how slippery you were from the lube and the leaking essence, the plug slid free with a wet pop.
“oh goddd.”
you choked out as you felt the sudden strange emptiness, feeling hollow inside as your rim gaped unable to close right away after being filled the entire night, a warm trickle of leftover lube dripped slowly down your inner thighs. you writhed on the bed, unable to catch up with the sudden overwhelming void as jungkook stared at your bottom obsessively.
“shit look at you.”
his fingertips almost immediately made contact with you, circling your puffy opening that made it twitch and wink at him helplessly.
“jungkook!”
you squealed his name when the tip of one of his fingers slipped inside on its own and he hummed appreciatively, feeling the way your insides had loosened so much and were so warm and slick inside. the way you weren’t too tight on his finger now.
“so open and gaping for me now baby… how does it feel?”
he grumbles, the tip of his finger making a downward motion. you turned in his arms with a desperate whimper, clinging to him while your legs wrapped around his waist. you felt so needy for him, your body on autopilot as your dripping pussy ground against the hard length of his that was pointing straight at you while you sought friction.
“it feels… so weird and empty now like something's missing deep inside me.” you confessed breathlessly against his skin.
your pussy throbbed even worse for him. you wanted him to fill you up once again or you might just go crazy. the night of denial had left you wanting more.
“p-please please i need you inside me, my ass, my pussy, anything you want.” you babbled with no shame at all.
you never thought you'd feel such an emptiness that felt like it was engraved in your soul and only he was capable of filling. he lets out a string of curses at your lewd words, not wasting time before he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, tongue sliding inside your mouth as his hands roam hungrily over your body. squeezing your ass cheeks and spreading them slightly to let you feel the air brush against your exposed hole.
you both moaned in unison when he cupped both your breasts, rolling the nipples. he pulled back with a harsh affectionate chuckle pressing his forehead against yours. his expression was just as pained from his lack of control, he seemed more feral than you like he wanted to do everything you’ve requested and so much more.
“god i want that too baby. you have no idea how bad i need to bury myself balls deep inside you right now… fuckk.” he swallows.
“wanna fuck you until you can't walk..” he admitted roughly.
his hips rolled forward, and he seemed to find your entrance like a magnet as the tip of his cock grinded right against your entrance, pressing enough for your head to fall back. he lets himself feel a hint of your tightness before he pulls away with visible effort, his muscles flexing.
“but i have to go to work and you're gonna be my good little wife and wait for me.”
you stared at him with a confused face and your expression made his heart break a little more but he had pending work. most importantly, he wanted to edge you a little more, tease you and build up to it because it always brings out the best version of you. like when he'd taken your virginity that night and you'd been so bold and confident ripping his shirt and getting on your knees for him.
“but why?” you whimper.
“i'll only give it to you when i come home after you’ve been desperate for me for hours.”
he mused as if it wasn’t a big deal at all as if he wasn’t about to blow a load right on your stomach right now. you made a noise of protest, rocking your hips insistently as your face buried in his chest.
“but i'm so needy right now koo…” you pleaded as tears pricked your eyes again.
“please don’t leave me like this.”
he groaned in shared frustration, kissing your forehead, your tear streaked cheeks and your swollen lips again and again.
“hey... don’t cry, you're breaking my heart right now sweetheart.”
he tilts your head so your eyes met his as he keeps his hips slightly away so his cock doesn’t make any contact with your skin and it doesn’t become any harder for him. god he didn’t wanna go to his office, he couldn’t leave his wife when she needed him like this but he knew the wait would be worth it and he also wanted to give your body time to recover. you need sleep and rest after being awake for most of the night.
“you'll be a good wife and wait for me, mhmm?” he coos softly and you suck on your bottom lip, looking at him with wide eyes before nodding slowly even though your body says otherwise.
“good girl, now rest up for me.”
he stood up and helped tuck the sheets around you like you were a baby as you watched him get dressed slowly in his work clothes right in front of you, giving you a full view of his sculpted body and the way his hard cock bobs as he walks around. you watched with half-lidded eyes, your cheek falling on the pillow with a dreamy sigh as you settled on his side of the bed taking in the clean male scent that he'd left behind, already missing him deep in your heart even though he didn’t leave yet.
his eyes meet yours in the mirror as he puts on his suit, he turns around striding to you and pulls you in his arms again with a groan, burying his face in your neck as he pressed a hot kiss there. pulling you in for one final searing kiss that left your knees weak as he cupped your cheek, looking at you intensely.
“i'll be back soon yeah?”
you nodded your hand, coming up to hold his as he placed one last kiss on your forehead before parting.
he turned back to you once more before he opened the door, watching your flushed cheeks and messy hair and he knew that you could clearly see the tension in his face and the lovesick expression. he knew he'd be counting the hours till he came back and finally gave you everything you needed after finishing all his work as soon as possible.
part of him was excited to be back and also about what the outcome of all the teasing might be. he blew you a kiss and you giggle at his actions which made him grin in return at how he couldn’t help but be silly just to watch you smile, so unlike his character but so at peace like he's never been before.
you watched the closed door as he left, knowing every passing second with him felt like your devotion was only deepening.
like the words “i love you” were just at the tip of your tongue.
waiting for the right moment.
the front door clicked open with the familiar sound that made your heart race.
you had been waiting for jungkook in the bedroom, naked under the sheets, your hair still slightly wet from the shower, your cheeks flushed from the post orgasm glow, a few hours earlier when you'd touched yourself. you didn’t bother to put clothes back on afterwards. your body was already humming with anticipation, biting your lower lip as you watched jungkook step inside still in his work clothes, the jacket slung over one shoulder and the tie loosened.
his dark eyes found you immediately, a slow predatory smile curving his lips as he took in the sight of you perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, waiting like a present ready to be unwrapped. he didn’t forget the way you’ve been such a brat on the texts but you held a different fire in your eyes today, one that he wasn’t planning to back away from.
“baby…” he murmurs.
“so this is your surprise hmm?”
you stood up slowly causing the sheets to fall away, revealing your bare beauty to him and he eyed you up and down like he just wanted to devour you whole. you walked to him slowly, your hips swaying, not a single bit of shyness or hesitation in you as your breasts bounced slightly, his gaze zeroing in on them.
“i want you to listen to me…” you breathed
he raised a brow, his lips curling up.
“tonight i want what i want.” you say boldly holding your head up straight.
he had every right to claim your ass tonight but judging by the way the look in his eyes that softened with a deep affection, he would give his girl everything she wanted. his entire world, his life… and that comes with even more control. the control that he's always held in his life, never backing down or being submissive for anyone but for you, he'd happily get on his knees and kiss your feet.
he dropped his jacket onto the nearby chair, eyes never leaving yours.
“yeah? then take it princess, i'm all yours tonight.”
he wanted to punish you for earlier but before that, he wanted to see what you'd planned for him. his hands already shook from excitement, his cock straining against his pants.
you stepped close, hands sliding up his chest teasingly before you grabbed his collar and pulled him down for a kiss. he groaned into your mouth as you sucked on his lower lip, your fingers working the buttons of his shirt one by one without even breaking the kiss. for the first time, he lets you dominate his tongue and the way you ate at his mouth was like you were starving. each button revealed more of his toned chest that you loved so much, you finally pushed the fabric open, palms gliding over his pecs feeling how hard his heart pounded.
“god you're so warm.”
you whispered against his lips, kissing him again deeper this time not letting him reply while he lets you take the lead, his hands resting lightly on your waist thumb stroking your hips. you trailed kisses down his jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot under his ear that always made him shiver.
“missed you so much today… missed how you taste.”
jungkook exhaled shakily, tilting his head to give you better access.
“missed you too sweetheart, every fucking minute.”
you hummed sucking a mark onto his neck, tongue soothing the sting right after as your hands pushed his shirt fully off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“shit… yeah just like that.”
he hisses when you give a particularly harsh bite on his neck. you took your time undressing him, savoring every second, fingers tracing his abs following the lines of muscle down to his belt. you unbuckled it slowly as you pulled it free, the sound of the metallic clink making you feel more impatient. his pants slid down his strong thighs, you knelt briefly to help him step out pressing open mouthed kisses along his hip bones, avoiding his clothed cock on purpose, your breath hitting it as you watched him throb visibly despite being covered.
“fuckk.”
his lips part when you pull down his boxers, his length bobbing free so close to slapping against your face but you intentionally pull away to not give him any form of contact or relief just yet. you looked up at him, the innocence on your face no longer there and this was the woman he'd shaped, the one he'd helped bring out of the shell and you'd bloomed so beautifully for him.
he was so goddamn proud of you.
“it's so hard for me already...” you coo.
“always for you.” he grumbles.
“you're gonna kill me going this slow baby.”
you rose, pushing him back toward the bed with your hands to his chest until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.
“that's the plan now, lie down for me.”
with one gentle push that caught him off guard, he fell back on the bed with a grunt, leaving his body jerking slightly before settling as he stared at you with wide eyes but his grin mirrored yours. you crawled to him, grabbing his fallen tie from the floor.
“hands up.” you instructed.
“bossy, i like it.”
his expression turned one of arousal and something like pride as he submitted to you completely, lifting his arms. you were the version straight from his wet dreams and he'd let you do whatever you wanted to him tonight.
you tied his wrists to the headboard with the tie, securing it snugly so he won't be able to break free easily but you both knew with absolute certainty that he possessed the strength and power to snap free in a single movement if the urge ever overtook him but at least for now he stayed put, letting you have this and it was intoxicatingly erotic.
“my pretty girl taking charge… i fucking love it. show me what you want—
you cut off his words, kissing him hard, straddling his stomach, settling your bare pussy right on his hard abs as you bite down on his lower lip hard enough for him to growl into your mouth as the skin tore enough to bleed.
“you talk too much… i want you quiet unless i say so.”
“yeah?”
his tongue licks away the blood, watching you sensually and you wonder how long he’d have this cocky grin on his face.
he wanted to play? you'll give him a damn game to play then.
you continued your descent down his body slowly, lips and tongue tracing every bit of his torso as if you tried to commit it to memory through touch and taste alone. you never got the chance to worship him so thoroughly before so you were making the most of it while jungkook lay there completely at your mercy.
his arms strained against the cuffs, his shoulders bulging with every tug as his chest heaved with his pants, you let dark hickeys form on his body wherever you could and using your tongue
“fuck.”
he tensed when you hovered over his left nipple first, your breath brushing over the pebbled bud that had already tightened into a hard peak from the air and your proximity, you watched with satisfaction as it twitched under your gaze.
“your nipples are so pretty koo...”
you couldn't help yourself as your tongue flicked out the very tip of it, using it to stroke his nipple feeling him jerk beneath you as he let out a broken groan, his abs tightening. you watched, biting your lip as his cock leaked against his lower stomach.
“you tease.”
he panted, his head tilted back against the pillow as his eyes fluttered half closed in pleasure. you lavished his left nipple with attention, closing your lips around the peak and sucking gently at first, your finger flicking onto it, his tiny bud swelling slightly as you increased the pressure with deep pulls as if you really expected something to come out of it. jungkook's breath hitched as your finger joined his other neglected nipple.
“ahh shit baby, just like that... feels so good when you suck them hard.”
encouraged you sucked harder, humming against him, using your teeth to graze ever so lightly around the base of the nipple and using your tongue to flick rapidly back and forth over the tip.
“you were all talk that you're gonna make me cum just from playing with my nipples. now who's the one at mercy hmm?”
he watched you with furrowed brows and you knew you already had him on his knees, a deep moan leaving him.
“b-baby you have to be fucking kidding me.”
he growls, the veins in his arms standing out as he shifts, unable to reach down and touch you like he wants. you pulled your mouth off him to pinch and roll both his nipples together, twisting them and rubbing them, a small giggle leaving you as you get turned on further, you pulled his nipple between your fingers slightly hearing a whimpering noise from him. it makes you shiver and you do the same to his other nipple just to hear the same noise from him.
“n-ngh fuck you're gonna make me lose it.”
you were driving him crazy in the best way as you spent several long minutes lavishing attention on his chest, everytime you suckled harder jungkook would let out these breathy needy sounds, half moans and half whimpers that made heat pool between your legs, your arousal dripping as well.
“your mouth…” he panted.
you hummed around his right nipple, the vibration making him curse and you grazed your teeth particularly hard for him to arch his back with a masculine sound.
“careful, fuck do that again.” he pleaded.
you did, gently biting onto it and then soothed it with slow wet sucks, saliva glistening on his chest now as you worked him over. you pressed your palms flat on his pecs, watching how swollen and shiny his nipples had gotten from your mouth as you pulled back to admire your work.
jungkook looked wrecked already, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust and his cheeks flushed. he looked so fucking cute and so sexy at the same time.
“you like it when i suck your nipples?” you ask as your tongue comes out to flick at it again, your teasing eyes on him.
“love it.” he groans, hips bucking up.
“no one's ever paid this much attention to them before... feels intense, keep going.”
you made a noise as you pretended to think.
“why should i listen to you? i'm in control today.”
you let out and his eyes blazed, jaw clenching as he looked down at you.
“say please.”
your tongue traced the sides of his stomach just to make him jerk up at the feeling and circled your tongue around his nipple and not the exact spot that he wanted.
“fuck baby, please.”
even though there was a reluctance in his voice that he wasn't one to plead in bed, you decided to oblige for now because you had more plans for later.
you gave both his nipples a few sucks, switching between them, feeling his huge body shift and making the bed creak. you kissed up his chest until you reached his lips, pressing a hard kiss.
you made your way down his body when you believed you'd paid enough attention to his nipples, kissing down his abs tracing each individual muscle with your tongue while your hands continued to occasionally drift back up to tweak his overstimulated nipples, keeping them aching and engaged and to hear his curses. your tongue followed the happy trail, the soft line of dark hair leading downward that you loved so much and found incredibly attractive, his cock leaking precum profusely, leaving streaks across his lower abs and around his cock.
you followed the trail, licking around his cock and collecting his precum, bypassing the main prize again and again, never giving delan attention to his cock. your mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, sucking deeply making him groan.
“my sweet angel.”
he pants, his head falling back but you weren't being any sweet at all right now. his entire body seemed to tense in anticipation every time your breath brushed over his cock or you inched near it only for you to move away.
“please.”
he lets out between gritted teeth and you didn't like the tone, you wanted him even more submissive and whiny.
“not now.” you snicker sassily.
you straddle one of his thighs, your knees sinking on either side of his narrow hips as you watch how his muscular biceps and shoulders seem to flex with restraint. his hooded eyes burn up at you as he breathed with parted lips, a gleam of sweat already beginning to form on his skin and the slight dim light seemed to make him look even more irresistible. he looked so helpless and so yours at the same time.
“ugh yeah…”
he lets out a deep approving noise when your hand finally wraps around the base of his massive cock, feeling him pulse against your palm. the head of his cock seemed to have an angry color as beads of precum formed at the slit before dripping slowly.
his cock was such a beast and deserved all the pleasure the world has to offer and you were about to play with it to your heart's fill.
you squeezed at first, watching in awe at the way your fingers can barely encircle his impressive size completely. it made your own core throb, a slick wetness beginning to form between your thighs as you began to stroke upward, twisting your wrist skillfully at the top just the way he had taught you over countless nights.
“feels good?”
a guttural rumble tears from jungkook's throat, the sound more animal as his hips twitch upward, chasing the friction of your fist and his bound arms yanking once against the silk ties making the headboard creak.
“mhm…”
he rasps out, his eyes fluttering half shut in momentary bliss when you give another squeeze of your hand before he forces them open again, locking onto your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch. he refused to miss even a single second of you dominating him.
“look at you own it princess, it's all yours.”
he watches your small delicate hand wrapped around his cock as you felt another gush of arousal at his words, motivating you further.
you stroke him again this time firmly, your fist gliding up his entire length from base to top, your thumb pressing over his head which you knew without a doubt was hypersensitive from the denial since yesterday as you spread his precum all around until his cock glistens like he's just been inside you. the wet slick sounds are all that can be heard along with the creak of the bed and jungkook's labored breathing.
his cock jerks in your grip with every pass making the entire shaft slippery and messy as you pump him steadily, doing that perfect twisting motion at the head before sliding down. he had a pained expression on his face as his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed hard.
you leaned forward, your breath fanning hotly over his throbbing cock making it jerk wildly. you blew against the tip and a sharp “ah” leaves him as you watched him wickedly.
“you're making a mess koo... leaking so much, does it hurt? do you need more mhmm?”
your words are ended with another stroke, your hand speeding up now as you watch fascinated at how his full balls draw up tighter with each passing second like he was ready to blow a load and so much of it. the even dirtier part of you wanted to slide down on him to take every droplet he has to give. jungkook lets out a broken groan, his head pressing back hard into the pillows as his entire torso arches slightly off the bed. he watches you with dark eyes.
“harder baby, fuck, just like that.”
his nostrils flare, his tongue poking on the inside of his cheek watching your hand work him, letting out quiet moans whenever you squeeze him. he definitely also doesn't miss how your hips rock forward making your pussy glide on his thigh, knowing it's affecting you even worse. you lean down, eyes locked on his as you spit directly on the head of his cock, watching it mix with his milky precum before sliding down the side of his length.
“goddammit.” he cursed.
“you want me to suck you?” you slurred, feeling mindless with him as well.
“god yes, i want that tight hot mouth, please.”
he adds the “please” at the end to satisfy you. he felt like he'd burst and he missed your mouth on him so much. your constant breathing right beside his cock felt like a feather just tempting him but never giving what he wants.
emboldened by his desperate words, you lean forward to press kisses along the entire side of his shaft, collecting some of his fluids as he twitches against your lips. your tongue darts out to trace a prominent vein right on the underside of his cock. you take the swollen flushed head into your waiting mouth sucking skillfully, swirling your tongue around the slit to lap up every drop of leaking precum.
“mmmph!” you let out a muffled moan around him at the salty taste as your pussy clenches emptily.
the vibration of your moan draws another feral sound from jungkook, his hips bucking up but not thrusting into your mouth since you held his thighs pressed down with your hands. you take more inches of him until he nudges the back of your throat making your eyes water. but you were an expert now, you'd learned to relax your throat and fight your gag reflexes, breathing through your nose, hollowing your cheeks to create that sucking channel that he loves so much. drool spills from the corner of your lips but your hand wraps around what you can't possibly fit.
“oh shittt you've gotten so good at this, faster... uh…”
he sounded absolutely wrecked as he fights not to aggressively fuck into your welcoming throat. his praise fueled you but you also didn't like how he thought he could order you when you were the one in control so you slowed your movements. you edge him with precision, enjoying to hear his pitiful gasps and the way his cock was swelling even thicker against your tongue. even you could feel his orgasm approaching but just as his abs tightened and his breathing grew heavier, you would slow even further. you learned his body too well to know when he was close.
then cruelly you pull off him completely, leaving his saliva coated cock to slap against his abs that has now taken on an almost purplish shade.
“what the fuck? why did you stop?”
he lets out a frustrated snarl, his hips jerking wildly into empty air seeking the tight heat he was buried in.
“because i can.” you shrugged and his jaw ticked.
“don't do this baby...”
“or what?” you smiled up at him with feigned innocence, your lips shiny from sucking him.
you lean in to pay attention to his balls because they look too lonely, sucking one heavy cum filled ball into your mouth to flick it with your tongue while you completely avoid his cock. you pulled off for a bit to speak.
“you can take so much more from me, can't you koo?”
he doesn't reply, he just lets out a long, manly noise that makes your thighs tremble. he looked like a bull ready to charge.
“can you sweet boy?” you purr almost, pressing a small kiss on the side of his cock and he gulps, gathering himself trying his best for you.
“y-yes baby.” he stammers.
you wanted him completely ruined and the torment was just starting. you pressed your soaked pussy against the hard muscle of his thigh and the contact made you whimper, the needy sound escaping without you being able to stop it.
“jungkook...” you panted.
as you rocked forward slowly, dragging your clit along his skin
“princess.” he groans.
“untie me… let me touch that pussy.”
you shook your head with a grin as you ground down harder, circling your hips. your hands moved to your own breasts, cupping them and squeezing the flesh while your thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples. you moaned louder as you pinched them.
“uh… gosh, you like watching me play with them?”
his eyes followed every movement.
“fuck yes, i want my mouth on them.”
his cock jerked again, another drop of precum sliding down as he strained hard against the ties.
“you do not tell me what to do.” you exclaim.
you settled yourself on his lower body until your pussy was hovering right above his cock, both your hands on his chest to balance yourself. you held your breath as you slowly lowered yourself, your puffy folds parting around jungkook's girth as you rocked your hips forward and back, dragging your clit along the underside of his length.
“uh...” you mewled at the way heat was radiating from his cock, it was almost undeniable which proved how close he was to an orgasm.
both of you gasped as the head caught against your entrance before slipping away again, a droplet of sweat slid down his forehead while he pulled and twisted in an attempt to buck up into you. your own juices coated his entire shaft glossy, dripping down to his balls as you couldn't even breathe properly from getting the feel of his cock finally. your pussy made schlick schlick schlick noises with each of your dry humping against him.
“nnn… nnn… ahhh…”
your two fingers slide down so you could spread your folds wider, allowing you to grind even more intimately against him. the head of his cock bumped repeatedly against your clit with each forward thrust of your hips, sending sparks up your spine and making your pussy flutter. you felt mindless and a little more in the animal state jungkook was in, without thinking you dipped two fingers into your entrance, pumping them slowly in and out right in front of him while you continued humping his length.
the added stimulation made you sob out, your free hand not leaving your breast alone, rolling the nipple between your fingers while your pussy gushed even more onto his cock.
“shittt.”
he cussed eyes blown wide with lust, locked onto the sight of your fingers disappearing inside you right above his shaft. he hated it so much, he wanted to be the one inside you, not your fingers but each time his hips jerked up, you lifted just enough to keep him sliding down your folds instead.
“y/n... y/n…”
he keeps on uttering your name like that was the only word he was capable of producing, his hand gripping the headboard so hard that you feared it might break. he could feel how hot and tight you were, your slit just right there gaping for him but you didn't show him even a little mercy.
“just an inch, just let me in a little.” he pleads.
his voice breaks on a moan when you slip your fingers out and shift your angle, letting the very tip of his cock catch at your entrance just a little bit, breaching you and you are so wet and gaping that you suck him in and he lets out a relieved noise, which doesn't last long because you lift your hips again making him pop out.
“noo dammit!”
he lets out a frustrated growl, pulling so hard on the ties that a red mark was starting to form on his wrist.
you felt bad. almost.
his cock slapped wetly against your clit as you laughed breathily feeling your excitement rise, enjoying his weakness and leaned forward, your nails lightly scratching down his skin as you resumed your grinding with renewed fervor. long slides turned into more frantic humps where your clit dragged relentlessly over his cock, building the friction higher and higher for you while keeping him on edge, slowing down at times whenever you thought that he might cum. your breasts swayed heavily with each rock of your body and you alternated between rolling your nipples and reaching down to smear more of your arousal over his length making everything even messier and hotter.
“yes... mm you feel so big and hard, throbbing right against my clit.”
you mewled as another wave of pleasure made your thighs shake around his hips, not being able to hold yourself up. he snarls at your words as you dip low again taking just the head of him inside once more, letting it stretch you open deliciously for a few seconds, barely enough to satisfy before pulling off tortuously.
“i love seeing you like this koo... all tied down while i use you however i want.”
your arousal literally poured down his length in rivulets, he could feel you trying to pull him in.
“you wanna be inside so bad, don’t you?” you croaked
“let me inside you baby. i'm gonna fuck you so good, make you cream all over my cock…”
you knew he was trying to tempt you to untie him and let him have his way but you weren't one to back off easily.
“uh uh.” you tsked even as your thighs continued to quiver.
you kept the teasing going for what felt like an eternity to him, rubbing your pussy lips all over his cock sometimes taking just the tip of him, your fingers working your clit furiously as well. your orgasm was arriving fast, your dazed eyes locked on his handsome face that was getting full of bliss as he watched you pleasure yourself on his body without giving him anything in return.
“oh god koo... i-i'm getting so close.” you stuttered.
you lifted off his cock, not wanting to cum so soon as you stared down at his parted lips and the way they looked so swollen like they were begging to be kissed. you leaned forward, your breasts squished on his chest before capturing his mouth in a messy open mouthed kiss, both your tongues tangling urgently, teeth crashing between breaths as saliva trailed messily down your chins. he moaned at the taste of him still clinging on your tongue.
“nghh!”
he pants into your mouth kissing you with starving hunger, suckling onto your mouth as he held you suspended with just his mouth until you couldn’t take it and pulled back just enough to gasp for air.
“do i need to remind you who is in control today koo?”
you both lock gazes intensely, his eyes blazing with unfinished orgasm and yours because he still assumes that he can sneak control. so you slowly crawled closer until you sat right beside his face.
you wanted to show him his place.
you turned around, a surprised noise leaving him as your knees planted firmly on either side of jungkook's head, exposing your cunt fully to him that was just inches away from his face.
“fucking hell…”
he breathes, his wide eyes were locked on your dripping core with an obsessiveness that made your stomach clench. it made your thighs want to close up almost but you held yourself steady, arching your ass to give him a better view revealing every single detail to him. the way you clit was so engorged and peeked out from the hood, the constant trickle of your essence dripping onto his lips and chin, your entrance fluttering for him.
“look at it...” you whispered.
“you can't touch it or taste it yet unless i decide to give it to you. all you can do is stare…”
you smirked, hearing his inhale when you tilted your hips forward so your spread pussy hovered even closer, brushing close to his nose so he could smell you and the way your inner walls were clenching around nothing and begging for attention. then you arched your back, spreading your cheeks with both hands to expose your tight little asshole right above your pussy for his gaze, the puckered ring winking slightly as you flexed which was still shiny from the way your juices had smeared back there during your earlier grinding.
he was hypnotized by you, completely speechless like nothing in the world mattered except your pussy, forgetting about his own hardness. he stuck his tongue out, licking his lips like a man dying of thirst.
“you're so fucking perfect.” he rasped hoarsely.
“let me taste you baby, sit on my face.”
but you just smirked down at him circling your hips slowly to give him the full pornographic view, a whimper leaving you when a droplet of your arousal escaped and slid down. he opened his mouth wide, tongue out, catching it with a wanton groan like he'd just tasted the sweetest delicacy.
“do you think that i forgot about how you cheated to win our challenge?”
he looked at you with furrowed brows, half focusing on your words and more on your bare cunt in front of his face.
“do you think you deserve to taste me?”
“i—i do.”
he rasps through gritted teeth but you weren’t letting him have it easily.
“tell me you’re sorry then.”
your hand goes to grip his hair tightly and he swallows, watching you with a glare which makes you tug at his hair, his resolve breaking in a moan.
“i'm sorry.”
“say it nicely.”
you enjoyed playing with him a little too much.
“i'm so sorry love, let me eat this pussy.”
he gasps shakily. finally unable to resist yourself any longer, you lowered yourself to his waiting mouth, completely pressing your pussy right over his mouth and nose smothering him fully.
“ughh.”
he makes a noise like you'd just granted him air itself as he breathes hotly against your folds, his noises muffled as you settle your weight, feeling his nose nudge against your clit while his lips seal around your entrance.
“oh… nghh.”
you squirmed as his expert mouth started working. you started grinding your hips slightly dragging your pussy all over his face, coating his features as your head fell back in ecstasy.
“that's it koo…… eat my pussy like a good boy.”
your words seemed to fuel him further like you'd just switched on something entirely different in him that you didn’t recognize. hearing the two words “good boy” was his undoing. you let out a squeal, grabbing the headboard to support yourself as he lapped at you eagerly, swirling his tongue around your clit.
“such a good boy…”
you sob out once again and he lets out a whiny noise from deep within his chest like a puppy, like he loves it so much that his cock gives a hard throb in approval. the whiny sound from him made you heady as he suckled on your bud with wet pulls and all his might, hollowing his cheeks while he hummed and groaned nonstop to cause vibrations against you making your thighs shake around his ears. you rode his face almost desperately now as his tongue licked you all over, he didn't leave your ass alone as well. he rims the tight ring before diving back into your pussy, repeating the cycle until your moans turned into breathy cries.
he didn’t know he had it in him but he loves being degraded by you like this and when you use his mouth to fill your own, like he's nothing but a mouth for you to use.
he loves when you reduce him to this.
“oh my god, yess d-deeper. fuck me with that tongue.”
you yelped, grinding harder as you felt his tongue push inside you immediately in response to your commands, thrusting in and out in a messy rhythm while his nose rubbed perfectly against your clit. he devoured you as if he was possessed by a sex demon, sucking and licking with everything he had while your hips shuddered.
“keep sucking my clit just like that ahh—”
your voice breaks as you writhe above him, your eyes fall on his neglected cock and you lean down until your hand wraps around him, he responds with a growl as you wetly stroke him.
“yes… yes...”
“make me cum baby.”
he pulls back enough to speak against your clit, almost choking on your juices as his cock jerks in your hands, all he needs is just one hard squeeze of your hand to blow.
“beg for it.” you order shakily.
“please please p-please.”
he redoubles his efforts on eating your heat thoroughly and your orgasm builds slowly as you rock faster and faster on his eager mouth, soaking his entire lower face and dripping down his neck. you completely forget about his cock as your thighs clamp tighter around his head, muffling all noises for him as you chase the peak.
“jungkook gosh, i'm gonna.. ahh cum so hard on you.” your voice breaks into little squeals.
he responded instantly, alternating between thrusts of his tongue to rapid side by side and up and down flicks over your clit, trying his best to make you cum hard and when he specifically focuses on your clit, you break. your whole body seizes up as the orgasm crashes through you violently and you scream his name.
“jungkook! oh yes right there!”
your release floods his mouth, gushing out in squirts that he drank down greedily, licking and sucking through every spasm, moaning at your taste until your vision blurred from overstimulation. even after the first peak you didn’t lift off right away, riding out the aftershocks with lazy grinds while his tongue continued its soothing laps, cleaning you up to draw out your shudders.
your hand stayed tangled in his hair, petting him almost tenderly now as you caught your breath, gazing down at his wrecked face with heavy lidded eyes. finally you lifted your hips just enough to let him breathe properly, strings of your cum still connected your pussy to his lips as he panted heavily but you still saw the wounded look on his face.
your eyes fall on his still angry cock.
“oops… i forgot about it.”
he makes a low sound in his throat, his brows furrow in the center as you bite back a grin.
“you know what? i'm not in the mood today.” you shrugged.
he stares at you with a glare that makes your heart thud. your pussy gives a twitch in response as if it knew what he'd do to you if he wasn’t tied up now.
“untie me right now.”
“what if i don’t?”
your voice shakes, losing some of the confidence that was there earlier as you see his hand clench into tight fists. his stare alone felt hotter than any physical touch and you knew this wouldn’t end too well.
“you've been testing me for too long.”
he husks out, his voice gravelly from hours of groans and pleas from when you'd teased him.
“i can't… shit i can't take it anymore. you win you little minx but now it's my turn.”
he pauses, dark eyes landing on you.
“i'm gonna show you exactly who's the one in control.”
you watched horrified and also with a fluttering heart as with a single powerful tug that showcased every ounce of his raw strength, the fabric of his tie tore, the headboard made a loud cracking sound, there was no doubt that it broke.
“koo—”
he surges forward without wasting a single second, gripping your waist hard enough to leave immediate marks that you know will bloom by morning. he flips you onto your back in one swift move, looming over you like an animal finally unleashed as he pins you down while you stare at him with wide eyes, all your playfulness from earlier gone.
“you thought you could tie me up and play with me like that hmm?”
he breathes hotly on your lips, holding both your hands together on top of your head.
“edging me over and over with that pretty mouth, sucking me so deep and grinding that little pussy all over my cock without ever letting me bury myself inside you huh?”
a shiver goes down your spine as he doesn’t blink, not even once making sure you absorb each of his words.
“you've been a bad girl, pushing me and now you're gonna take every single consequence.”
you whimper helplessly at his words. he let you have fun for a while and that time is now over. his mouth crashes on yours with a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging deep inside your mouth to taste every corner while his hands started roaming your body, roughly squeezing and kneading your full breasts with enough force to make you arch slightly off the bed and into his touch, pinching both the nipples hard and holding on.
“ahhugh.”
he swallows your cry, breaking the kiss only to trail his scorching mouth down the column of your neck, sucking and biting hickeys just the way you’ve done to him. he bites down firmly on your collarbone before soothing the spot immediately with wet strokes of his tongue, his nose digging into your pulse that races so fast. his eyes meet yours, a smirk curling on his lips as he sees you completely in a mess.
“cat got your tongue now sweetheart?”
his thighs part your legs wide with insistent pressure, spreading you open, his hand cupping you between your legs roughly.
“oh!”
his fingers dragged between your soaked folds, spreading your slickness everywhere noting that you’ve already started releasing essence even after cumming a few minutes ago.
“you loved every second of torturing me didn’t you mama?”
following his words without any warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside your heat. the sudden fullness made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“jungkook!”
you let out a shocked moan and he curls his fingers on that spongy spot, watching your face intently. he pumps his fingers in and out, the heel of his palm grinding rhythmically against your clit, scissoring you to stretch apart your walls more, preparing you thoroughly for what was about to come. he waited no more and gave you no pause.
you wanted to teach him a lesson, now he was about to teach you an even bigger lesson.
“k-koo oh god ahh! it's too much, s-slow down.” you blabber.
“yeah? too rough for my princess?” he taunts.
though his expression remained careful even through the heavy haze of dominance, he was constantly scanning your flushed face for any sign of genuine distress which wasn’t there. he knew very well that you wanted him to lose all sorts of control and even during the loss of control, you had the trust that it would stay within boundaries.
his fingers continue their assault, rubbing and twisting inside you in a way that drives you absolutely crazy.
“i know this sloppy cunt can take more, you were so bold earlier so this shouldn’t be much should it?” he grumbles.
his fingers piston, the slick sounds growing as he finger fucks you like there's no tomorrow, his free hand gripping your ass cheek firmly to spread you even wider holding you open for him. he leans down, capturing one of your nipples into his mouth sucking hard that he has been dying to do so when you’ve been playing with them in front of him.
he worships downward kissing, licking and biting against every exposed skin and wherever he could find, leaving red marks and wet saliva all over. while he watches your beautiful responsive body, every soft curve and sensitive spot drives him mad for you. when he sees your head thrashing, murmurs leaving your lips, your eyes getting teary signaling another quick orgasm did he pull his glistening fingers free before you could cum.
you let out a heartbreaking sob, your hands reaching for him but he settles you with a gentle hand on your tummy.
“easy baby.”
he reaches for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, clicking it open and coating his fingers generously with the cool gel and you watch, your bottom lip quivering with anticipation.
“gonna stretch this tight ass now before i give you what i want okay?”
you nodded dumbly, your body submitting to him once again, no longer having the energy but just wanting him to take care of you
“relax for me mama, i'm just gonna stretch you today.”
giving your ass his cock will be for another day when you're fully ready and he didn't wanna overstimulate you too much today. he knew other ways to make his bratty wife feel good.
he circles your puckered rim with one slick finger for a few seconds until the muscle has relaxed and started gaping for him. you mewl loudly as he finally pushes one of his fingers inside that slips inside easily now from how wet you were and how stretched you've been, your toes curled.
“oh god kook...”
you can never get enough of this intoxicating sensation, it felt so weirdly good and you wondered if his fingers felt so good, how his cock would feel when he finally takes you there. he adds a second finger after thorough preparation, giving that twisting motion that has you gasping and writhing on the sheets, your back arching fully. all the nerve endings in your body felt ablaze, your clit throbbing uncontrollably while his fingers never stops.
“you're gonna feel so incredible one day, wrapped around my cock and milking me dry.”
his erection throbs and leaks steadily against your thigh and he doesn't know how long he can hold himself back as he feels you clenching so much for him while your pussy almost teases him like begging for him to be inside. he was so damn weak for you.
“you want my cock sweet girl?”
his chest heaved as his cock found your entrance once again, rubbing up and down your slit as his fingers slipped free from your ass slowly making you grip his shoulder desperately.
“yes p-p-please f-fuck me.”
you stammer as his cock drags over your clit, sliding over it while his hand kneads your ass. you let out a sharp gasp when he lands a soft spank against one cheek when you impatiently buck against him too.
“patience.”
he makes sure your legs are spread wide, watching the way your thighs quiver with exhaustion and overwhelming need. he leans down, his chest pressing heavily against your breast as his hips rock forward even more, letting the head of his cock catch on your slit.
you both stare into each other's eyes so much vulnerability and raw love, by the look in his eyes, you knew he was going to give it to you as he settled between your legs.
“ahh…”
both of you groan together as he slides an inch forward. the slickness from your essence and the lube takes him inside automatically a few more inches. a breathless gasp leaves your parted lips at the feeling as your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him while trying to accommodate to his girth.
“you're doing so well…”
he praises, sinking all the way inside with just a gentle roll forward. even though he has been inside you already quite a few times, it always feels like the first time ever.
“oh god.”
you sobbed out as your pussy clenched hard around him, almost like you were trying to cut off his blood flow. he looks down at you with adoration that made butterflies explode in your stomach even amidst the haze of desire. he stays still for a moment, drinking in the sight of your tear streaked face and the way both of you remain connected together. you were so tight and warm, gripping him like you never wanted to let go.
he pulled back slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his cock dragging along your inner walls until just the head of him remained nested at your entrance. then he slammed back in with a wet slap that rocked your entire body up the mattress, drawing a wail from your mouth.
“yesss.”
“you like that huh?” he snarls.
his pace quickly becomes faster with deep strokes that hit every sweet spot inside you while you murmur nonsense, fisting the sheets around your body. you wanted him to give you more and yet wanted to run away from his cock.
it was so addictive.
jungkook's strong hand suddenly grabs one of your trembling legs, lifting it high with ease and settling it on his shoulder to open you more, almost putting you in the mating press position.
“ohh k-koo nghmm.”
you could barely breathe when he turned his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the sole of your foot, electric sensations raced up your leg and felt like it landed directly on your clit. your lips part as his tongue traced the arch of your feet while he continued pounding into you. the dual sensations and the ticklish feeling from your feet made your eyes roll.
it was so unbearably hot seeing him worship your feet while giving it to you missionary.
“oh my god…”
you squirmed when he sucked one of your toes into his mouth that curled into his mouth, making your pussy flutter around his thickness as he didn't forget about the other foot giving it the same devoted attention, kissing each one of your toes like every inch of you deserved special attention.
“mhm? feel that princess?” he gruffs out against your skin, sweat dripping from his furrowed brows and into your heaving boobs, tracing glistening paths between your cleavage as he rutted into you.
“you pushed me so fucking much tonight and now you get it rough just how you deserve… yeah mm? you like it deep and hard don’t you? like this…”
he pistons his hips, going slow but deep and hard just to hear your mindless noises.
trust. thrust. thrust.
your high pitched moans mixed with his grunts of satisfaction, your pussy creaming all over his cock with every pull out. he was so big, stretching you open so completely that you could feel his very shape like your walls seemed to memorize him.
“talk to me.”
jungkook demanded when you didn't respond, not capable of producing any other words other than moaning. he starts giving you particular quicker thrusts, leaning down to capture your bottom lip nipping into it, pulling back enough to watch every flicker of ecstasy cross your face.
“does it hurt good, baby mhmm?”
he questions holding both your legs over his shoulder now and with each thrust of his, it felt like he was reaching your stomach almost rearranging your guts. his pubic bone rub insistently against your swollen clit with every motion and your entire body trembles, barely recognizing his words directed at you.
“y-yes please don’t stop, i need it so much.”
your plea seemed to spur him on like gasoline on fire, drawing a primal growl from deep in his chest as he folds you practically in half, your ankles now resting by his ears, reaching depths inside you you didn’t know were possible while your body shook with every impact. he hisses and pants as he feels you getting tighter and tighter on him, no doubt getting closer as tears stream down your face, both of your lips parted, nose brushing into each other and moaning.
it was so romantic and erotic at the same time to be so close in each other's arms as he fucks you, all the feelings expressed through eyes alone intimately.
you buried your head on his shoulder while the sloppy noises increased from how you're gushing around him. he ground his hips on that particular deep spot making you let out a keening cry. he suddenly paused and drew his cock out with a pained groan.
“no no! why—”
he cuts off your cry with a kiss before signaling his head for you to turn around and get on your knees.
you wanted to scream and wail loudly from how empty you felt as you stared down at his cock, glistening with both your essence and his hand already wrapped around it, giving it a tug. when you don’t listen to his words immediately, your mind still hanging on how you'd been denied, he grips your hips and manhandles you, turning you around effortlessly enough to make you yelp.
“stay still.”
he commands roughly against the nape of your neck, making your stomach flip as his lips trail kisses down the sweaty curve of your spine, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt on your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake while his muscular body hovers over you. his still rock hard erection brushes against your butt cheek.
he positions you to his liking until your stomach is flat against the bed and your ass is raised high. he grabs a pillow, letting you grab onto it which you immediately clutch like your life depends on it. he knew that you always liked something to hold onto whenever he pounded you. the new angle exposes you completely to him, your pussy dripping and little rim winking, both your holes seem to react on their own as if they are well aware of him all the time.
“gonna fuck you like this now baby.” he promises.
this was also going to be the first time he fucks you in this position as he spreads your ass cheeks wide to admire you. you whimper softly into the pillow, nodding frantically.
“please please.”
you beg and his lips curl up at how you were the one begging for him now.
he doesn’t waste time and aligns himself behind you, pressing against the mixed cream of your combined fluids. this time with one smooth thrust he buries himself to the hilt inside your welcoming pussy, forcing a loud moan from your throat at how easily you take him.
“that's it.”
he lets out a string of curses, your eyes fluttering shut as he watches the way your pussy lips stretch around his shaft, swallowing him so well. he begins to roll his hips, his balls slapping wetly against your clit in this position as each deep penetration pushes the air from your lungs.
“ah koo… oh-oh ngh, you're so deep like this.” you cry out.
one of his hands slides up the arch of your back, pressing you down firmly into the mattress to deepen your arch and allowing your ass to be submitted in the air, fully to him. you fist the pillow, your tongue lolling out as he coaxes all sorts of unknown noises from your throat that you didn’t know you were capable of producing.
“want me to finger your ass too mama?”
the way he asks you so roughly while calling you mama has you melting into a pleased puddle on the pillow as you sniffle and press your hips even closer to him.
“yess i want it. i want it.” you chant.
you wanted anything and everything as he pressed the pad of his middle finger there while still delivering you powerful thrusts into your cunt before sliding his longest finger inside with ease, making you drool all over the pillow from how you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.
“haah!”
you screamed from the pleasure pain as his cock starts to stroke along your g-spot.
“you take your husband's cock so well don’t you?”
he pumps his digit with the perfect synchronization with his hip movements, curling his fingers to massage your inner walls using the lube that was there from before. his head falls back, quiet moans leaving him.
the pace intensifies as jungkook fucks you with longer strokes, his cock slamming deep into your sopping pussy while his fingers quicken into your ass, opening you up with dedication. your entire body rocks forward, breasts jiggling with the force of his pounding, the pillow barely containing your escalating screams of pleasure.
“uhn… uhn… uhn… uhn…” leaves you with each of his thrusts and he feels himself going weak at your noises and the way you milk him.
he curls his fingers deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot within you that makes your thighs shake hard, his other hand coming down to flick your clit.
“i can’t, i'm.. i’m gonna.. oh god—”
you bite down onto the pillow, knuckles turning white at how hard you gripped.
“let go baby, don't hold back come on.”
he demands angling his hips to hit that magical spot again and again while massaging the insides of your ass, giving a particular hard pinch to your clit, the orgasm makes your vision go black like you've fallen from the roof, your entire body floating, your lower body seizing.
“i’m—cumming—i'm c.. ahhh!”
your pussy spasms around his cock, hot fluid spraying out around his shaft with every deep plunge, drenching both of you and his lower stomach along with the sheets. your ass clenches around his fingers, pulling them even deeper, he curses as his hips stutter when you squeeze his cock hard. he draws out your release with a few gentle thrusts focussing on you rather than the fact that he didn't reach his release yet.
“such a good girl for me...”
smaller spurts of your release continue to escape with every grind of his hips while you pant and drool on the pillow, breathing hard. he lets you settle for a few more minutes with a clenched jaw, putting your needs before his, after a while he starts his erratic thrusts again with pent up frustration chasing his release while your pussy continues to flutter with aftershocks. your creamy cunt makes even louder noises after your orgasm as he settles on not fingering your ass anymore to avoid hurting you since your body is already a wreck beneath him.
“you're gripping me so fucking good.”
his hips snap forward harder. he leans down, pressing his chest to your back, his feet hooking on the side of the bed to fuck you better. his hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but holding on and it makes your eyes roll back once again, your pussy giving him a squeeze of approval.
“j-jungkook.. koo...”
you don't even know why you were calling for him as you felt so oversensitive, yet you needed so much more. your body jerks forward with a cry leaving you as he spanks your already pink tinted ass.
“i'm gonna cum baby... ugh… where do you want it?”
“inside me, please please.”
you wanted the feeling of his hot cum filling you to the brim while your body accepts him so willingly, the previous orgasm still pulses through you. his lips find your ear, breathing raggedly, tongue capturing your lobe.
“take it all sweetheart, every drop.”
he roars, pumping into you until you're nearly screaming once again. his pace turns powerful, the head of his cock skimming your cervix as his own climax builds and you didn't know how anyone could last as long as he does.
“so close... so fucking close—”
you clench around him, deliberately gripping him like a vice not being able to wait any longer.
“please cum inside me, fill me up. i wanna feel you leaking out of me,”
you croaked, turning your head a bit to meet his eyes and the rawness in your face and your words does it for him. with a broken snarl of your name, he buried himself to the hilt one final time. his cock pulses violently as he cums hard, thick sticky cum flooding your depths in spurts.
“y-yess.”
your brow furrows as you feel every heavy jet painting your inner walls, filling you so full that it starts to leak as well while he gives a final few thrusts to ride out his orgasm as he empties himself, blowing load after load, showing exactly how much cum he was holding back for you.
“fuuuuck take it, baby... take all of it.”
he pants against your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder. his cum mixes with your own release as he lazily chuckles against you and you've collapsed forward as well, breasts pressed on the pillow, breathing hard as he holds you from behind.
he stays buried for long moments afterwards, both of you trembling and panting, he realizes that you made a small pained noise whenever your pussy flutters on him from how much you've taken the whole day, he decides to slowly slide out. a thick gush of his cum immediately leaks from your ruined pussy, dripping down.
jungkook groans at the sight, using two fingers to push some of it back inside you possessively making you twitch with a whine and he doesn't push you further. he collapses beside you and pulls you into his arms, turning you to face him, his hands roaming over your sweat slicked skin, pressing soft kisses on your forehead.
“you did so well... you took everything i gave you.” he murmurs affectionately now that the lust has ebbed.
you nuzzled into his chest, boneless and utterly spent but with a smile on your face as both your legs intertwined. feeling the warm trickle of his release still slowly leaking from you as his arms hold you close.
the room smells of sex, sweat and satisfaction and for now that's all that matters.
“i'm so proud of you.”
you whimpered softly at his words, your fingers tracing patterns over his chest, both your hearts beating together. he never fails to make you feel loved yet blissed out at the same time. his hands stroked up and down your back, the other cupped your face, brushing away the stray tears from your lashes while you felt so dreamy. every muscle relaxed yet buzzing with residual pleasure, his semi hard cock rested warmly against your thigh, still twitching occasionally.
“are you okay?” he whispered, pressing a peck against your lips.
“do you want me to get you some water?”
“no… just stay.”
your hands wrap tighter around him, clinging to him and he smiles, burying his face in your hair, cuddling you into him, sweaty skin sticking together with probably several other fluids but none of it mattered.
for whatever reason, he felt this sudden emotion in his chest today, possibly from being away from you the whole day and in his office so the sex had loosened everything in something overwhelming, he tried to convince himself that.
just with his thoughts being all over the place as he held you close tightly, your phone that was charging on the nearby table seemed to vibrate, cutting through the intimate bubble you both were in.
you startled, body tensing instantly, heart leaping.
who… who would call you so late at night? negative thoughts and possibilities made you both freeze for a moment.
he held you tighter for a bit before releasing you to sit up on his own, not letting you grab the phone at first, a dark look on his face assuming that your father might be calling you. he walks up to the table on shaky legs, letting out a breath of relief when he reads the contact name but still remaining tense.
“w-who is it?” you stammer nervously.
“it's from the hospital.”
he confirms, holding the phone out to you as you forget how to react for a bit and he realizes exactly what was happening, you were going into a sudden panic mode, your ears ringing but he immediately sits beside you, pulling you into his arms.
“shh… it's okay, i'm right here.”
he soothes, though his own eyes sharpen with worry. he hated seeing fear flash across your face even for a second. you picked up the call hesitantly, jungkook helping you to put it on speaker, his thumb caressing your shoulder to take your mind off the negativity.
“hello?” you croaked.
“is this y/n? this is nurse—”
“is my mom okay?”
you cut off before she could even finish her sentence, breathing hard as you stared at the space. the voice seemed to pause before breaking into a soft chuckle.
“yes your mother is perfectly fine, in fact i have good news. she's woken up from the coma, she's stable and asking for you.”
you barely processed her words, wondering if you wer dreaming or not.
“she what?!”
a cry escaped your lips as tears instantly spilled down your cheeks. your hand flew to your mouth as sobs shook your body.
“mom… she's awake? really?”
jungkook searches your face for a split second, worry present as he watches you cry hysterically. when he registered the happy tears, relief immediately flooded his expression, his own lips breaking into a grin as you held onto him.
“yes she's awake.” the nurse confirmed.
“you can come see her in the morning, she will be taken care of in the meantime. don't worry.”
as the call ends you immediately drop the phone, not thinking twice and jump into jungkook's arms, burying your face in his chest and crying out.
“jungkook!”
your voice breaks between your cries and laughter, unable to speak properly.
you clung to him as if he was your anchor while he held you just as tight, one hand cradling the back of your head.
“i'm so glad, baby, that’s amazing news.” he whispers.
“i—i can't wait to see her!”
you gasp out as a teary laugh leaves you, you can't even describe your feelings. it was one of those where your prayers seemed to be answered.
where every dream you ever had seemed to come true, every happiness the universe seemed to allow seemed to crash upon you, surrounding you with it until you were overflowing. your brain still refuses to let you believe something like this could actually happen to you.
your mother… she's okay.
you cry harder than you ever have in your entire life because she came back to you, because for the first time in years the world doesn’t feel empty anymore.
“shh… she's gonna be okay, we'll go see her first thing in the morning yeah?”
he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you nodded, your sobs slowling, completely wrapped in him and the happy news.
in the midst of your joy, you didn’t notice the subtle sadness that lingered in jungkook's eyes, the quiet ache hidden behind his smile.
the time with you is already slipping through his fingers and this time he couldn't prevent it.
*Pairing: idol!Jimin x f!hair stylist!reader
*Word Count: 5k
*Posted: may 27, 2026
*Genre: SMUT, tiny bit of fluff, mainly pwp, idol au
*Summary: You always make Jimin feel good about himself when you do his hair for every performance. Tonight, he's extra confident. So, he finally goes for what he wants. And what he wants, is you.
*Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. bit of a power imbalance considering reader's job, tiny bit of alcohol consumption, oral (f. receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex (be smart, ya perverts), jimin likes his hair pulled, jimin = consent king, switch!jimin (you'll see), getting caught (ish?), bit of angst/anxiety at the end, reader's brain is mush, some pet names, jimin calls reader noona (just go with it, it's for the vibes), uhhh yeah
*A/N: welp. braided-hair jimin has had me in a chokehold since i saw him like this with my own eyeballs on saturday night. and it just got me thinking.. maybe he likes his hair pulled. i dunno. here's the product of my brainrot. enjoy it.
Main Masterlist
“Braids.”
Jimin looks at you like you have two heads.
“Why braids, noona?” he asks curiously.
You pull out your hair styling tools and arrange everything on the tabletop in front of him, threading your fingers through his hair as you think about your vision.
“Your hair’s the perfect length for them. We have time. Can you just trust me for now, and if you hate them, I’ll take them out?” you ask.
Jimin huffs out a small laugh, his eyes sparkling as he smiles.
“Alright. Go for it,” he concedes, settling into the chair more comfortably.
With that, you get to work. Your fingers work nimbly, sectioning and crossing strand over strand, tying each braid with small rubber bands as you go.
At the end of twenty minutes, Jimin’s hair is styled into four small french braids across the top and sides of his head, the bottom layers of his hair loose around his shoulders. You tap his shoulder, signaling to him that you’re finished.
“What do you think?” you ask him, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He turns his head left and right to look at his hair, nibbling on his bottom lip, as if gathering his thoughts before he gives you an answer.
“Damn, okay. When you said ‘braids,’ this isn’t what I thought you meant. I love it, noona,” he says, giving you that signature, eye-crinkling smile.
“Yeah?” you ask, exhaling a breath of relief at his approval.
Jimin nods excitedly. “Yeah.”
You release him from your work station then, cleaning up your hair tools now that your job is done.
During each outfit change of the concert, you check on Jimin’s hair, securing and restyling braids as they come loose, ensuring his hair stays as neat as possible.
He sits perfectly still, always the cooperative client, as you redo a single braid that’s now falling into his face.
“Pretty hyped tonight, huh?” you ask with a soft laugh.
He starts to nod, his head tipping forward, causing him to let out a quiet hiss as he accidentally tugs at the braid in your hand, a sharp sting coursing through his scalp.
“Sorry–”
“Shit–”
You both speak at the same time, your hand instinctively releasing the braid.
“You okay?” you ask him then.
Jimin can’t help but chuckle then.
“All good, noona. Can you fix my hair now?”
You just smile, going back to redoing the braid you were working on.
There’s a minute of silence between you two, the chaos of backstage fading as everyone starts to take their places to go back on stage for the last part of the concert.
“I am hyped tonight,” Jimin says then, answering your question that was so rudely interrupted by you pulling his hair, “I’m really feeling myself tonight.”
You smile at him in the mirror as you finish fixing his hair.
“Good. See you after,” you say with a gentle squeeze to his shoulders, stepping back to let him go.
Jimin stands from your chair, glancing around before he leans in, his breath ghosting your ear.
“I’d rather be feeling you, though,” he murmurs, and he turns to go back on stage without so much as another glance your way.
-
The absolute whirlwind that is backstage post-concert is nothing you aren’t used to. Even as a hair stylist, you, and everyone else, are expected to help with the cleanup to make sure the dressing and styling rooms are left impeccably clean. That is BTS’ reputation, after all: the perfect guests at every stadium or venue they perform at, leaving nothing dirty or disorganized when they leave for the night. It’s something the whole staff has always prided themselves on, ensuring the group maintains their perfect image, ever the respectable idols.
As you pack your things and head toward the staff buses with everyone else, Jimin falls into step beside you at the back of the group.
“Come celebrate with me,” he murmurs quietly.
You glance at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Celebrate what?” you ask him.
He shrugs.
“Told you. I’m really feeling myself tonight. Come have a drink with me.”
Your voice lowers, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation.
“Jimin.. you sure that’s a good idea?”
He shrugs again, his hands in his jeans pocket.
“No one has to find out, noona. C’mon, it’s just me. I’ll have some champagne delivered to my room and we can hang there. No pressure.”
You can’t help but sigh slightly then.
“Yeah– okay. But if anyone finds out…”
Jimin holds out his pinky finger then, automatically moving to intertwine his finger with yours.
“They won’t. It’s perfectly safe.”
He falls out of step with you then, disappearing down the long hallway to your right, catching up with the other members while you continue walking toward the staff buses.
-
Back at the hotel, you change out of your staff clothes, then rummage through the casual clothes you brought with you for this leg of the tour. You aren’t sure if Jimin’s actually going to follow through with inviting you to hang out, and you really don’t know how casual to dress if he does.
Your phone vibrates, pulling you out of your thoughts.
Jimin: room 3903.
That’s it? you think, expecting more in his message than just telling you where to go.
Jimin: i’m in sweats. don’t worry about how to dress, noona.
Typical, you think, always knows.
You pull on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, an oversized hoodie over it, and slip on your sneakers. Grabbing your phone and room key, you slip out of your room and move quickly down the hall.
The members and staff have this entire floor booked, the tour having so many people working to keep it flowing flawlessly that you always take up a whole floor in every city you go to. You really hope no one leaves their room while you’re out here, because you don’t have a clue what your excuse would be at this point.
Your eyes track each room as you pass, wandering down the hall until you reach Jimin’s room. Your knuckles tap softly on the door, shifting from one foot to the other as you wait.
“Get inside before someone sees you,” Jimin says with a chuckle as the door opens, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he tugs you into his room.
Inside his room, you can’t help but glance around and let out a small laugh as you take in his massive suite compared to your standard room.
“Damn. Really feeling that tax bracket difference,” you say then.
Jimin rolls his eyes, looking sassy as ever.
“Perks of working our asses off for fifteen years. They gotta keep us happy,” he says sarcastically.
He makes his way over to the kitchen area, popping open a bottle of champagne that probably costs more than your monthly salary, and pours two glasses.
“None of the others wanted to drink with you tonight?” you ask curiously as he hands you a glass.
He shrugs. He seems to be doing that a lot tonight.
“I didn’t ask.”
He sips his champagne, hand waving in front of you to encourage you to do the same.
You take a sip too, the sweet, bubbly taste exploding on your tongue.
That’s when you notice something interesting.
“You didn’t take the braids out,” you point out.
His eyes sparkle with his smile as he walks back toward the sitting area.
“They look good. Made me feel good,” he says, plopping down on the couch.
You follow him, taking a seat on the other end of the couch.
“The fans seemed to love them, too,” you say with a soft chuckle.
Jimin looks at you then, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Did you?” he asks.
“Hm?”
He sips his champagne again, throat bobbing as he swallows.
“Did you love the braids, noona?” he clarifies.
It’s your turn to shrug then.
“They look good on you. I wouldn’t have done them if I didn’t think they would,” you say.
Jimin shifts on the couch, closing some of the distance between you two. He brings his left leg up on the cushion, sitting more casually.
“You made me feel really confident tonight,” he continues, his Busan satoori coming out a bit with his casual demeanor.
You can’t help but laugh softly.
“That’s what I’m here for. Making sure you feel confident enough to go on stage and be happy with how you look.”
You sip your champagne again before setting the glass down on the coffee table.
Jimin’s gaze follows your movement, his hand moving to set his own glass down.
He swallows, jaw working as he considers his next words.
“You’ve been doing my hair since debut,” he says then, “and you always make sure I’m happy with it before you let me go on stage.”
Your brow furrows in confusion.
“Well, yeah— of course I do. I might be the stylist, but it’s you that has to be okay with how you look.”
He chuckles softly, shaking his head.
“Not all stylists feel that way. Some think it’s their vision, and the idol just has to live with it.”
Jimin shifts a little closer to you on the couch, leaving only a foot of space between you now.
“You actually care,” he continues, “you want to make me feel good.”
You rest your elbow on the back of the couch, turning to face him a bit more.
“I do,” you say simply.
That mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes shines a little brighter now.
“I want to make you feel good too,” he rasps, his Busan satoori bleeding into every word now.
“Hm?” you ask, confused.
The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk then.
“You asked me to trust you earlier,” he says, “can you do the same for me now?”
Your body tenses slightly as Jimin closes the remaining distance between you two on the couch, his thigh pressing against yours now.
His arm snakes around your shoulders then, hand coming up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, making your head turn instinctively toward him.
“Jimin—,” you start then, meeting his gaze.
“Trust me, noona,” he breathes, his face inching toward yours.
He nudges at your jaw then, his breath ghosting your neck as his nose trails slowly along your jawline.
“Can I?” he murmurs, the slight vibration of his voice hitting your neck, “can I make you feel good this time?”
You shiver slightly, the heat of his breath making your skin tingle.
“Jimin— is that a good idea?” you whisper.
He chuckles softly against your neck then, his lips brushing against your skin.
“You’re always so collected, noona. So put together, worried about everything,” he murmurs.
You laugh a bit nervously, unsure what to say.
“Can’t you stop worrying about if something’s a good idea, and just think about how good it would feel to let go?” he continues.
His lips press a barely-there kiss to the spot just below your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“Just trust me,” he repeats.
You pull back, looking at him. You definitely thought he was fucking with you, but the look of pure want in his eyes tells you how wrong you were.
“Okay—,” you say quietly then, “yeah. I trust you.”
You barely get the last word out before Jimin surges forward, claiming your mouth in a desperate, sensual kiss. His hand grips the side of your neck more firmly, holding you in place.
You kiss him back, lips following his lead as he deepens it. It’s all teeth, tongue, and heat, him licking into your mouth like he’s been dying to do it for longer than he’s let on.
Your hand moves to his stomach, fisting into his t-shirt as you keep him close. You feel his free hand wrap around your hip, his fingers gripping right at your waist.
“Taste like the champagne,” he breathes against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip, eliciting a soft catch of your breath.
His hand at your waist tugs you forward, putting you on his lap. He gently positions your thighs so you’re straddling him, his hand sliding to the small of your back then, pressing firmly to slide you closer so your chest presses to his.
“Don’t stop now,” he breathes, looking up at you, “I know you want this as badly as I do.”
Your free arm drapes onto the couch cushion behind him, fingers threading into the back of his hair as you claim his lips this time.
Jimin’s hips buck up against you slightly, a soft hiss following the movement as he kisses you.
The kiss gets more intense, your earlier hesitation fading into confidence. Your tongue meets his, sloppy and inhibited. You pull his lower lip between yours, sucking lightly.
“Ah— shit, noona. Please,” he breathes.
That makes you pause. “Please?” you murmur against his lips, pulling back just a bit to look at him.
He tugs at the hem of your hoodie then, his eyes half-lidded as he nods. “Yeah, please. Wanna see.”
You strip your hoodie and t-shirt off in one motion, tossing it on the floor haphazardly.
Jimin’s eyes darken slightly, taking in your black bra, the tops of your breasts spilling over the edge of the cups. His hand immediately slides up your back to the clasp, stilling there.
“Okay if I take this off?” he asks, eyes searching yours.
“How else are you gonna see?” you ask, a small smirk of your own crossing your lips now.
Jimin flicks his fingers quickly, deftly undoing the clasp and moving both hands to the straps at your shoulders, pulling them down to fully reveal your breasts to him.
A low groan leaves Jimin’s lips then, his hands sliding to your front and stopping at your ribs. His thumbs brush the underside of your breasts, eyes meeting yours again.
“Can I?” he asks, ever the king of consent.
“Yeah,” you breathe out.
His hands cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging them, his thumbs occasionally brushing or circling over the nipple. He shifts forward, his lips pressing to the hollow of your shoulder above your collarbone.
Jimin trails hot, wet kisses along the path of the bone, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin.
“Thirteen years,” he breathes against your collarbone, “thirteen years of being too fucking professional with you to ever want this.”
He sucks the skin lightly, leaving a tiny red mark that’ll fade by morning.
“But not tonight. Tonight— tonight you gave me the confidence to ask for what I want,” he finishes.
Your breath hitches, hips rolling against him as his lips reach the sensitive skin of your throat.
You tug at his t-shirt then, wanting him to be as bare as you.
“Lemme see you now,” you say quietly.
Jimin chuckles, his eyes glinting with that signature sparkle as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it somewhere on the floor.
“God— Jimin, what the fuck?” you ask, a soft scoff leaving your lips.
He gives you that cheeky smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as he shrugs.
“Been in the gym a lot with Yoongi-hyung and Jungkookie,” he says casually, as if there’s nothing impressive about his newly formed, nearly-washboard abs.
“I see this,” you say, rolling your eyes.
He takes one of your hands, dragging it down his chest and abdomen.
“Touch me too, noona,” he whispers then, “want you to want me, too.”
Your hips roll against him again, his words sending a jolt through you.
Jimin groans more audibly then, his hips bucking up to meet yours.
“Fuck,” he exhales, “don’t stop.”
You lean down and capture his lips again, one hand resting at his lower stomach, your thumb brushing along the sensitive skin there while your other hand holds the back of his neck.
He kisses you back, more sensual than before, his tongue dragging against yours as he lets out a soft moan into your mouth.
He squeezes your thigh gently, slowly working his way higher up your leg as he kisses you more. At the top of your thigh, his thumb brushes the inner part, and he breaks the kiss, keeping his mouth close against yours as he speaks.
“Can I touch you more?” he murmurs.
You nod against his lips, sliding your ass further up his lap, causing his thumb to press against your clothed core.
Jimin takes the hint, his thumb pressing firmly and rubbing circles over your clit through your leggings, making you gasp.
His soft, short laugh comes out against your lips.
“Pretty noise, noona. Can you make more for me?” he teases gently, his thumb circling a bit faster.
He moves quickly then, shifting his position, flipping you onto your back on the couch and kneeling between your thighs.
“Need these off,” he says, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings, waiting, as always, for your consent.
Instead of saying anything, you lift your hips. His hands pull at your leggings, dragging them and your panties down your thighs. He gently pulls one foot and then the other out of the material, tossing the rest of your clothes onto the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, his hands resting on the outsides of your thighs as he leans down to press his lips against the inside of your knee, “gonna make you come for me.”
His lips follow a path up your inner thigh then, his mouth wet and hot against your skin, hands parting your thighs as he settles on his belly between them.
His kisses get sloppier, more urgent, more tongue, the higher up he goes, and your breaths come shallower, quicker, as your body responds to the anticipation.
“Jimin— what are you doing?” you whine softly.
He chuckles against your skin, nibbling it gently.
“Teasing. Or showing you what to expect when I get my tongue on your pussy,” he says, “you decide.”
A jolt of desire courses through you at his words. He notices, because, always so attentive with everyone, of course he does.
“You’re thinking about it, huh? About how good it’ll feel to have my tongue between your legs?” he teases.
You whine softly again.
“Fuck— yeah, I’m thinking about it,” you admit.
He chuckles again, his tongue dragging down your inner thigh until he stops, his face hovering just above your core.
“Stop thinking then.”
His eyes meet yours from between your legs, and his tongue drags a long, slow path from your entrance up to your clit, stopping there and tracing firm, target circles around the sensitive bud.
You can’t stop the moan falling from your lips, your hips squirming as his tongue continues its torturous circles.
“The walls aren’t soundproofed, noona,” Jimin chuckles against your pussy, making you clap your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.
When he sees your hand covering your mouth, he licks faster, his tongue circling your clit, the pattern only broken when he dips lower, tasting your arousal before returning to that sensitive spot.
You moan into your hand again, pressing harder to make sure the sound doesn’t travel.
He buries his tongue deeper, alternating between fast and slow strokes, experimenting to learn what makes you moan and tremble the most.
You squirm more, his hand coming up to rest over your lower stomach to keep you still. His free hand trails up your thigh, two fingers pressing against your entrance before they slide inside you.
You gasp, the added stimulation only fueling your pleasure.
Jimin huffs a soft laugh against your pussy again, crooking his fingers upwards in search of your sweet spot.
His tongue works tirelessly, never slowing as his fingers work until they press against your g-spot.
You whimper into your palm, thighs shaking as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You uncover your mouth briefly to whimper quietly.
“Jimin— fuck, there. So close.”
He speeds up his licks, tongue lapping at your clit in tandem with his fingers thrusting directly into your g-spot.
You feel your climax build rapidly, clamping your hand down over your mouth again just as the coil in your lower stomach snaps.
You moan out into your palm, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through you. Jimin doesn’t stop, simply slowing his movements to push you through your orgasm.
He only lets up when you wince quietly from oversensitivity, pulling his mouth off your pussy and slipping his fingers out of you gently. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices before wiping his mouth on his upper arm.
“Good?” he chuckles quietly, meeting your eyes.
Your breathing is still too unsteady to speak, so you just lift your hand to give him a thumbs up and a weak smile. He sits up then, never looking away from you.
His eyes sparkle as he smiles back at you, holding his hand out to help you sit up too.
“You’re cute when you’re fucked out like this,” he comments, making you glare at him. But there’s no heat in your gaze, your eyes dropping to the obvious erection tenting his sweatpants.
Your breathing finally settles enough to talk without pausing between words.
“Off,” you say simply, your hand pulling at the fabric of his pants.
Jimin looks at you one more time for confirmation before sliding his sweatpants and boxers off, settling back on the couch in the same spot you started.
Without hesitation, you climb back into his lap, straddling him. Your wetness brushes his cock as you settle, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.
“You’re sure?” he breathes, “because I really wanna fuck you.. but don’t feel like you owe me for what I just did.”
You roll your hips on his lap, grinding your still-dripping pussy against him in response.
“I’m sure,” you whisper, “wanna ride you.”
He groans, the sound low in his throat as you position yourself with his cock pressed to your tight hole.
“Then— fuck, then please, do it,” he murmurs, voice cracking slightly.
You sink down onto his cock then, walls stretching around him to accommodate his size. He’s thick, making the movement slower than you would’ve liked, but after a moment, you settle on his thighs, his cock buried completely inside you.
“Shit—,” he hisses through his teeth, hips instinctively bucking up, his cock hitting deeper with the movement.
You gasp, the pressure against your g-spot intense as his cock hits it just right from this angle.
Jimin’s hands settle on your hips, thumbs gently stroking your skin as he looks up at you.
“Move for me, baby,” he breathes, his hands pressing upwards to lift you.
Your arms wrap around his neck, lips meeting his in a heated kiss as you lift yourself, grinding down on his cock, forcing a low moan from his throat.
He kisses you back, the kiss slow and lazy as his hands work to help guide your rhythm. Your breasts press against his chest, hips rolling as you repeatedly bounce on him.
The room fills with the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, his low moans and your quiet whimpers.
“That’s it,” he breathes, “fuck— pull my hair, noona.”
Your rhythm breaks slightly as you process his request.
“Please—,” he continues, “not hard. Just— tug it. Like you did when you were doing my hair earlier. When I moved and you accidentally pulled it. Felt good.”
You kiss him again, regaining your bearings, and ride him more deliberately then. Your hand slides into the back of his hair, fingers threading into it at his scalp, and tug lightly.
The sound that escapes his lips can only be described as a desperate whimper, quiet and needy.
“Shit— yes. Please, more,” he breathes.
You break the kiss, tugging his hair a little more firmly to tip his head back, your lips pressing to his throat. He groans at the sensation of your mouth on his skin and the pulling of his hair, his hips bucking up to meet your every move.
His fingers press into your hips, leaving indentations on your skin, soft grunts and deep, low moans punctuating every thrust up into your pussy.
“Noona— gonna come. Where—,” he starts, his question cut off when you suck lightly at the base of his throat, your fingers tightening in his hair.
The sting of the harder tug pulls another needy whimper from him, his hips thrusting up hard.
“In me,” you breathe against his throat.
He groans deeply, his hips thrusting up once, twice, three more times before they still, stuttering against you as he spills inside you.
“Fuck,” he moans, “you— fuck.”
You slow your hips, rolling them slowly to draw out every drop of his release, continuing until his hands pull you down to stop you from moving anymore.
The room is quiet now save for panting breaths from both of you. Jimin’s arms wrap around your waist then, his eyes opening to meet yours. His thumbs brush the skin of your lower back, not saying anything at first.
After a few slightly awkward moments, he finally speaks.
“Well— that was.. that was fucking incredible,” he chuckles nervously.
You chuckle too then, nodding. “It was.”
He lets out a slow breath, the awkwardness fading as you both realize things are still okay between you two.
“I really don’t wanna kick you out,” he says quietly then, “but— we’re already pushing it with you even being here.”
You shake your head slightly then, a small smile crossing your face.
“I know. I’ll go,” you say, understanding.
Jimin leans forward then, pressing a few quick, tender kisses to your lips, his lips curving upward in a smile of his own.
“Not mad at me?” he asks.
You shake your head again.
“No. Not mad. I’ll be— so fucking fired if anyone ever finds out about this,” you respond.
His smile fades slightly, but it’s not in sadness, just gentle understanding.
“You won’t be. I’d take the blame, have them cover it up. I told you, it’s perfectly safe. You’re perfectly safe with me,” he says quietly.
You nod, pressing a kiss of your own to his lips before you finally pull yourself off his lap.
The two of you dress quickly, and Jimin stands, facing you. His hand reaches up to smooth over your hair, making sure it doesn’t look too messy before you go in case you’re seen.
You take one last look at each before you finally step away.
At the door, you turn back and give him a small smirk.
“Next time you’re feeling yourself again…” you trail off.
Jimin’s eyebrow raises, curious.
“Come feel me instead.”
Jimin can’t help but laugh at your words, giving you that characteristic eye-crinkling smile.
“Yeah,” he says, “I will, noona.”
With that, you slip out of his room, making your way back down the hallway toward your own room.
Just as you’re about to open your own door, you hear a clearing of someone’s throat from behind you.
You freeze, heart rate picking up as you turn slowly to face the owner of the sound.
Looking up, you’re met with the man who made the sound, instantly knowing he definitely either saw you leaving Jimin’s room, or worse, heard you from inside.
“Namjoon,” you say quietly, “it’s not—.”
“The walls aren’t soundproofed, noona,” he cuts you off, “be more careful next time, unless you want the whole floor to hear you,” he says simply.
You let out an anxious breath, nodding slowly.
“I won’t say anything. But I can’t say the same for the rest of the staff,” he continues.
You fidget with your room key, still anxious under Namjoon’s gaze.
“Go to bed before someone else finds you out here,” he finishes, giving you a small, dimpled smile before he disappears into his own room.
You turn back quickly, unlocking your door and rushing inside. You press your back against the door, exhaling shakily.
Fuck.
Namjoon knows you just slept with Jimin. You trust him to keep his word and not tell anyone, but if he heard you.. who else did?
Not even five minutes later, your phone buzzes.
Jimin: told you, noona. you’re safe with me.
You breathe a sigh of relief, but it’s tinged with residual anxiety, knowing Namjoon probably talked to Jimin too, based on his text.
Jimin: just gotta be more quiet next time.
Jimin: hope there is a next time.
You smile softly to yourself, reading his messages as they come through.
You: there will be.
You put your phone away, getting ready for bed. The anxiety fades eventually. You curl into your sheets, staring at the dark ceiling above you as you get lost in your own thoughts.
You just slept with Jimin. An idol who, all things considered, could be labeled as completely untouchable. Shouldn’t be accessible, especially not to you. The one who’s been with him since the group’s debut, traveling the world, at every performance and event, simply styling his hair. Making sure he looked good, felt good. And it shouldn’t have happened at all, but it did.
You keep replaying the night in your head. How he touched you, the way he asked over and over for your consent. The way it seemed like you’d done this a thousand times before, when neither of you have ever even attempted to cross that line. None of it makes sense. Shouldn’t it have been a little awkward? Shouldn’t there have been more fumbling, more learning each other? Shouldn’t there have been a little more hesitation?
You shake your head, hoping to clear your mind. What’s done is done, and you can’t take it back now that it’s happened. You start to drift off to sleep, your brain slowly shutting off for the night.
But there’s one specific thought that you can’t seem to shake from your mind.
The thought makes your brain buzz, your mind replaying his request, every sound that fell from his lips as he responded to you.
Hello everyone, I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been having a tough time recently, so please try to understand if I’m not always super active here. I want to be and hopefully I can be here but if I slink into the abyss for a bit I apologize. So, I wanted to post this story so you all have something from me.
Please enjoy! Hopefully I will see you soon <3
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Genre: BFFs to Lovers (I love a trope pls), Angst, Romance, Smut
Warnings: Reader is orphaned, jk is a lil boob in the beginning (he works on it don’t worry), a slap (deserved one), alcohol/getting drunk, fainting/passing out, Jks antics (they deserve a warning tbh), Yoongi and Hoseok sneaking in for some cameo time (also-Yeri!)-SMUT WARNINGS: Oral (F!receiving), explicit language, unprotected sex (she has an implant but I stg don’t do it-this is fiction), Reader likes jks nips (who doesn’t tho?), kinda mushy and emotional sex, creampie.
Words: 21.2k (Listen I am just as shocked as you-)
Summary: Jungkook had always been your friend since the day you two met as young kids. But what happens when your friendship is put to the test? Can you remain “besties for the resties?” Or will years of friendship be lost in the blink of an eye?
Wait, you’re best friends with the Jeon Jungkook?
Yes.
You mean the most eligible bachelor in the country?
That’s the one, yeah.
Oh my God! You should come to our party next weekend! Of course you’ll have to bring your friend!
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your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.
pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, porn with plot, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms and positions, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, soft dom!jungkook, post sex intimacy, post sex soreness, cum leaking, so much domestic stuff (sweet yet filthy at the same time), pussy inspection, oral sex (f. receiving), clit stimulation, pussy worship, eating out, dry humping, face riding and siting, cum eating, overstimulation and edging, crying during sex, breast play and nipple play, he takes care of her so well, so much emotions during sex, use of aloe gel, lots of makeout and kissing, hickies and scratching, sexual fantasies, hair pulling, clothed grinding, he's obsessed with her boobs, mentions of jungkook having blue balls, mentions of losing virginity and descriptions of the memories, massages and tender cuddling, she applies medicine to the scratches on his back, dirty talk praise kink, teasing, so much sexual tension, gym sex, reader gets turned on from watching jungkook workout, possessive!jk, he eats her out and fingers her on the bench, office sex, semipublic sex, clothed sex, cockwarming, riding, cervix play, squirting and gushing, thigh riding, bouncing, 69ing, sexual challenge (jungkook wins by cheating), oral sex (m. receiving), cock stroking, sloppy blowjob, gagging, drunk confessions, drinking and smoking, orgasm denial, loss of anal virginity, anal training, riming, anal fingering, thumbing, use of lots of lube, spitting, dual and triple stimulation, expanded prolonged orgasm, use of butt plug, cum play, future ass play and sexual talks, lots of sweet loving aftercare
wc — 41.6k
a/n — hello sweet babies! i hope you enjoy this huge chapter to the fullest and that it feels like a satisfying read after i haven’t been able to upload this series for almost three months cos i’ve been really busy 😖 i worked incredibly hard on this chapter and spent sm time on it which you can probably tell from the word count alone LMAO originally this chapter was exceeding the 70k+ mark and while i was writing the last smut scene (the submissive jungkook scene) ik a lot of you have been looking forward to — i realized i still had a huge chunk left to write, i didn’t wanna rush it and the chapter itself was becoming way too big so i decided to shift the last part into chapter 14.5 instead, i wanna take my time with it so i can give you guys something really good, i’m really sorry if you were especially excited for submissive!jk and the tiny hint of the plot twist but i promise chapter 14.5 will be uploaded asap cos i’m mostly free now and can dedicate the majority of my time to writing, this chapter holds a lot of sweet moments between them along with plenty of smut cos i wanted to give y’all a good amount of intimacy before the angst 😭 i really hope you enjoy your time reading this chapter and that it makes you as happy reading it as it made me while writing it, please let me know your thoughts, feedback through comments or asks, any kind of interaction truly means the world to me and motivates me sm! love y'all dearly and thank you for reading mwa ! <33
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you lay nestled against your husband's bare chest, body heavy with exhaustion, your eyes squinting as the light hits your eyes from between the curtains. with a whimper, you buried your face deeper against him to escape the morning light. you felt the tiredness run too deep, every part of your body aching in the most deliciously used way. last night felt like a dream.
hours upon hours of him worshipping you through the multiple rounds but it wasn’t just the sex but also the aftermath of him taking care of you so adoringly and he barely slept wanting to make sure you were comfortable before he even let himself close his eyes. losing your virginity was everything… he made you feel so loved. you thought sex was only about the man using the woman's body to his satisfaction and that’s it done. they didn’t care and mostly just fell asleep right after. you thought sex in erotic books was just fictional, it didn’t happen in real life and it wasn't as good but jungkook proved you wrong. his cock felt so big inside you beyond what you thought possible and even now you could feel the aftermath and the soreness between your thighs. your pussy is still tender and swollen from taking him again and again, from the way he'd prepped you with his fingers, the dildo you'd both played with and finally him. his cum was still slowly trickling out of you coating your inner thighs and seeping onto the fresh sheets he'd changed in the middle of the night to keep things comfortable after cleaning you. the rose petals were still scattered on the floor. you shifted slightly in his strong arms, your body felt battered in the best way. your jaw ached as well from taking him in your mouth and a little raw. you also didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that your body was filled with marks, hickies and his fingerprints from his grip. yet beneath the soreness there was this satisfaction, a dreamy contentment. it was almost like you were floating. you felt so happy.
your eyes closed as you felt your heart racing with emotion because not once did your traumas surface last night. not once did you think about your father or the memories of him forcing himself on your mother. jungkook made it so romantic and special constantly checking on you every step. despite all those weeks of teasing, the video calls where you pushed him… he held back, he was patient, let you explore and never crossed a line. he's been such a good man for you. tears welled up in your eyes as you inhaled his scent but they were happy ones especially now that you were high on the emotions from the aftermath of pleasure. you couldn’t forget how he filled you, how he'd turned pain into ecstasy, you couldn’t stop replaying how good it felt. how he'd hit that spot you didn’t even know existed inside you until you shattered around him over and over. you didn’t know that you'd feel so empty afterwards after being full of him like he filled a part of you that you didn’t know was missing. the pain was a sweet badge of just how thoroughly he'd loved you.
your lips part with awareness as you feel jungkook's arms suddenly tighten around you making you realize that he’s waking up. his one large hand is splayed across your back, the other cradling the back of your head as he nuzzles into your hair. his chest rose and fell against your cheek. he was naked too, his bare warmth pressing against you and his semi hard cock resting heavily against your thigh still slightly sticky from the night's activities. jungkook's own thoughts were a mix of everything, having you in his arms like this… it felt so unreal. at one point in his life he could only ever imagine having you like this. last night was just as special to him and it turned out exactly how he wanted, not rushed even when you were on your knees begging for his cock. there was just pleasure and love, so much of it.
“baby…”
he murmurs out finally, his voice husky from sleep and the groans he'd let out last night as his lips pressed a kiss against your forehead. his fingers traced your hip careful not to press too hard against your exhausted body.
“how are you feeling this morning? be honest with me, i know i was a… lot,” you blushed deeply, burying your face further into his neck as another trickle of his cum leaked out of you making you clench instinctively.
“i-i'm so sore jungkook, everywhere… but i can't stop thinking about how good it felt,” you stammered shyly, not meeting his eyes yet. he lets out a soft hum of concern tilting your chin up with gentle fingers so he could look into your eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and also a hint of guilt for leaving you this way.
“fuck hearing you say that… you have no idea what it means to me, i'm so proud of you, does it hurt too much? how's the rest of your body? legs okay? does your back hurt?” you shook your head with a fluttering stomach, you could never fully get used to him praising you. it made your clit twitch in response even now. he smiled softly and pulled you impossibly closer, naked bodies molding together beneath the sheets as his lips found yours in a slow kiss, tongues brushing together tasting the intimacy of the night before as he pulled away from your mouth, you went back to laying your head against his chest, both of your thoughts drifting to the pleasure once again and he didn’t need to see your face to understand that you had flushed cheeks. you were ripping his shirt, touching him all over and now you were all shy in the morning and he found it so adorable. it makes him adore every side of you.
he continues holding you like that for a while, basking in each other while his rhythmic heartbeat beneath your ear seems to lull you. you let out a contented sigh as one of his legs makes your thighs part making him rest between them as your brow furrows at the feel of his hard muscle resting against your pussy but there wasn’t anything sexual about it, it was about the connection of the both of you just in the bliss. you realized that you were leaving a slick trail along his thigh but his arms were wrapped too securely around you as if he didn’t mind it at all as his other hand threaded through your messy hair. you could sense that despite the obvious arousal of his cock against your stomach, he made no move to act on it. his tired freshly deflowered girl. his hand rested on your mound lightly, not too much pressure for a while before his hand slid down to gently caress your ass cheek before slipping between your legs from behind. his fingers didn’t push inside, they just rested against your leaking puffy pussy lips and feeling the wetness there.
“oh..”
a moan leaves you as the soothing touch sends goosebumps across your skin.
“mm baby… you're still leaking my cum,” he said softly, breath hitting against your ear. he kissed your temple then your cheek, then captured your lips once again as if he couldn’t get enough of you. this time the kiss deepened gradually, his hand cupping your jaw as he poured affection into every brush of his tongue and every nip of his teeth against your lips. when you pulled back breathless as his eyes searched yours.
“i was worried i was too rough at the end. you took me so well though... does it sting when i touch you like this hm?” you whimpered breathily, pressing your forehead to his.
“a little… but don’t stop please.”
“yeah?” he asked lovingly. his eyes told you that the concern didn’t leave him fully, your hands curling against his chest.
“last night no one had ever made me feel that safe, i didn’t think about… anything bad not once. it was just you,” you whispered so he’d know that you were being honest. his arms tighten around you causing your breasts to squish on his chest, a low groan escaping him as his hardening cock presses more firmly against your thigh but he was too focused on prepping kisses along your jaw and down your neck, sucking occasionally, he gave your skin a swipe of his tongue.
“i'm so fucking glad,” he murmurs between kisses. he leans up to nuzzle his nose against yours.
“today is your pampering day sweetheart,” he affirms with a coy look on his face.
“p-pampering day?”
“mhm, today is just about taking care of my girl,” you giggled feeling giddy under his attention, the sound muffled against his skin, one of your legs draping more fully over his as you cuddled closer. your hand traced the muscles on his abdomen before you stopped just above his v-line, even though you couldn’t see his cock that was covered by the blanket, you could feel every inch of it.
“godd you're perfect,” he lets out a warm chuckle of his own at your giggle. he rolls slightly so you are half on top of him, your bodies pressed flush. his hands roam, stroking up and down your back sometimes cupping your ass then resting on your hips. both of you alternated between the touches and occasional unhurried kisses, breaths mingling. the kiss broke into smaller ones, soft pecks on your lips or his cheek. he could stay like this all day, naked, holding you, talking, touching. no rush, not a single care of this world except having you close to him in the quiet moment and just holding each other. his hands never stopped their loving caresses as bodies intertwined, the talks between you both continuing as he asked about every little ache on your body and listened intently. his fingers sometimes tracing the sides of your tummy making you laugh and push at his chest at the ticklish feeling. both of you are completely overwhelmed with the joy of being wrapped up in each other. jungkook's arms stayed wrapped around your exhausted body for several long moments. he pulled back a bit as he gazed down at you.
“let me take care of you now yeah?” he cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking softly. you nodded shyly.
“okay...”
you felt so sore everywhere especially down there and just wanted to stay in bed, unwilling to move but you trusted him. jungkook's expression melted further as he sat up first, stretching with a groan, his back muscles flexing deliciously and you couldn't help but stare awestruck with parted lips as he pushed his messy long hair away from his face. he reached for one of his oversized black shirts draped over the nearby chair and looked back at you with a curve on the corner of his lips. he helped you sit up slowly, supporting your body as your legs felt weak and your inner thighs were so tender that you couldn't stop the wince from escaping.
“careful baby...”
he settled you carefully before slipping the shirt over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves. you sighed at the smell of him surrounding you even precisely, your nose burrowing in the hem as he leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead before pecking your lips.
“there she is, my pretty girl in my shirt,” he murmured against your mouth smiling.
“looks better on you than it ever did on me,” you blushed at his words and he leaned down to pick you up.
“koo… i can try to walk, you don't have to carry me.”
“no way,” he shook his head firmly and without another word, he scooped you up bridal style, one arm under your knees and the other around your back. you gasped at the sudden lift, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
“i've got you. don't put pressure on those legs yet, let yourself heal first yeah?” every step he took towards the bathroom rocked you in his arms. you were so small like this and it made him want to keep you in his arms all day. that was what he was planning to do today anyways. in the bathroom he set you down carefully on the floor keeping one hand on your waist for support. the mirror reflected both of you as you stared a bit shocked since you were looking at yourself for the first time after losing your virginity, at your messy hair and swollen lips, neck and collarbone dotted with love bites and if you weren't wearing the shirt, you'd probably be seeing all the marks on the rest of your body as well. your cheeks burn as you see jungkook not having a care in this world as he's shamelessly naked and his soft cock hangs freely for you to see jiggling with his movements as if being naked around you was the most natural thing. he grabbed your toothbrushes squeezing the toothpaste onto both with ease. standing close behind you, he handed you yours.
“here you go baby,” he rasped. his free arm looped around your middle, chin resting on your shoulder as you both started brushing, he watched you in the mirror with such fond eyes. foam gathered at the corner of your lips and he chuckles, wiping it away with his thumb. it felt so domestic like an instinct, it didn’t feel weird at all. after both of you finished rinsing your mouth, you turned to him as you felt the familiar pull on your lower belly.
“jungkook... i need to pee,” you whispered.
“sure go ahead,” he says absentmindedly as he wipes his mouth with a towel as if it weren't a big deal at all. you glanced at the toilet then back at him, shifting on your feet nervously.
“can you… go out? for a minute? please?” he paused what he was doing and tilted his head, an understanding smile playing on his lips as he cupped your face with both hands.
“hey… no, i'm not going anywhere. i've seen every single part of you princess, inside and out. you don’t have to hide anything from me ever and peeing in front of me won't change how i see you okay?”
“but... it's embarrassing,” you whisper, looking down at your fingers. you knew he was right, not a single part of you he hadn't seen but still you didn't know how to do it, it felt more private. he turned you gently toward the toilet guiding you to sit before placing a kiss at the tip of your nose.
“that's exactly why i am staying. nothing about you is embarrassing to me, you're my wife,” he wanted to see all of you even the small things. his hand stayed on your shoulder, thumb stroking comforting circles as he crouched slightly. eyes locked on yours with not a single hint of judgment.
“relax for me okay? it's natural, just let go,” you hesitated, heart pounding hard and the pressure on your bladder was insistent. his words seemed to relax you a little, the resistance fading and with a tiny nod, you parted your thighs a little. he remained just like that, not even turning away. finally with a shaky breath, you let go. the sound of the stream hitting the water below was loud in the quiet bathroom and it made your face pinker, you whimpered unable to even meet his eyes fully, staring at his chest instead. you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried not to think, instead he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. the relief was immediate but mixed with the pain of the sensitivity of your walls that have been thoroughly used and stretched last night. your body still didn't fully adapt to accepting him. jungkook stayed right there watching your face more than anything, his expression loving.
“such a good girl,” he whispered warmly.
“does it hurt when you pee baby?” he asks next as he sees the slight discomfort on your face from the burning sensation. the comfort of his presence and words made all the embarrassment disappear slowly.
“a little… it stings a bit but it's okay,” there was this deep protectiveness in his heart seeing you like this and how much you trusted him enough to let him see all the vulnerable sights of you. you were his completely now with no barriers and no secrets, it was the intimacy of being so open in front of your partner with no fear or embarrassment. even the little things like this, apart from sex mattered and deepened the bonding.
“you're doing so well, almost done?” when the flow finally stopped, you let out a shaky breath reaching for the toilet paper but jungkook gently took it from your hands.
“let me,” he said simply. he wiped you carefully, his touch mindful of your swollen core as you stared at him with mortified eyes but overwhelmed with so many feelings that it felt like you might burst. you never thought a man could love you like this and a small part of you felt closer to him because of it. that he wasn’t disgusted at all. the paper came away with traces of his cum and your wetness which he then discarded.
“there… all clean see?” he remained kneeling before you, his thumbs brushing your knee.
“baby,” he husks out.
“how about a nice warm bath together in the tub? it'll help you feel better, we can just soak, nothing else, if you don’t want that, sounds good?” you nodded bashfully, your hand finding its place on his bare chest.
“that sounds nice koo…”
“that's my girl, come here,” with care he scooped you up into his arms once again, not willing to let you walk even for a minute and he set you down on the cool edge of the large bathtub before he started filling it with warm water, the steam filling the space around you both. he also added the bath oils that you loved the scent of so much.
“arms up for me love,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours intensely. you lifted your arms and his hands moved to grasp the hem of his oversized t-shirt around you before he peeled it away to expose your naked body to him. he sucked in a sharp breath, his gaze roaming over you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again because it seemed so from the marks around your body, the way you seemed to glow after giving yourself to him after he thoroughly claimed every part of you, it was like your beauty had been added.
“look at you...”
he says in awe. his fingers traced lightly over the hickeys on your collarbone and the bruises on your thighs and waist that he could see properly now in broad daylight with no blanket or clothing covering you. these marks on you god... they made him feel so many things.
“my beautiful girl..”
he croons, his hand brushing your arm. you bite your lip feeling cherished under his admiring stare, your thighs pressed together. being right in front of his eyes again was making heat pool on your belly once again despite your tenderness. jungkook seemed to notice that as his hands rested on your waist, the position puts him eye level with your body.
“let me see sweetheart. i need to check on you. spread your legs for me a little?” he asks soothingly. he promised he'd care for you today with no pressuring and he was going to do exactly that. he carefully parted your thighs, his thumb stroking your inner thighs in circles and you gasped at the feeling of the cool air hitting your exposed pussy suddenly. jungkook's eyes darkened with hunger and concern as he took in the sight with no barriers. your pussy was swollen, the outer lips puffy and reddened slightly. he could see a trickle of his white cum slip out from your entrance slowly mixing with your own arousal that was just helplessly there whenever he was around. your body is always mostly aroused with him. the clear sight of it and how deeply he'd taken you made his cock throb but he ignored it once again for you.
“shitt baby... you're so swollen,” he murmurs. one of his fingers hovered near your mound but didn't touch it yet.
“i was so big for you wasn't i hm? my cum is still dripping out,” he observed and there was no doubt of the desire in his voice but he felt so bad too that he inflicted even a little bit of pain on you. you pant at his words and the way he's looking at you, your hand gripping the side of the tub. having him look at you like this makes everything worth it. he leaned in closer, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh then another higher up.
“gonna take good care of every inch of you today understand?” he rasps seriously, eyes meeting yours and your lips part at the promises they hold, you cannot help but nod shakily.
“touch me please,” he smiles at your words before placing another kiss beside your mound.
“i can never keep my hands off you..” his hands brushed up and down your legs. his thumbs parted your folds gently to see your inflamed inner clitoris, which looked more enlarged than usual and had a dark shade from the constant stimulation it received. he groaned low in his throat as he saw another bead of his cum ooze out of you.
“god you're so full of me even now...”
“mmm yes...”
you admitted breathlessly, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair. he looked up at you with those big expressive eyes that held everything and that always made your stomach flutter, you could see how much he was holding back right now.
“tell me if it hurts or what feels okay alright?”
“yes... please touch me,” you repeated once again, voice trembling. you knew nothing else could soothe you more than his touch.
“just be gentle?”
“of course, always for you,” his fingers were slick as he carefully wiped away some of the leaking cum with a soft cloth first then let the warm water from the tub lap against you. he soothed the other lips with light strokes.
“you're gonna be okay… i got you,” his thumb circled your clit with the barest pressure, drawing an immediate moan from you.
“ah,” it felt like your clit had a thousand more nerves from how sensitive it felt. it has also been directly exposed from the hood from how ripe it was.
“koo...”
your hips twitched and he didn't need words to understand.
“i know love, shh,” he kept his touches light even as his own breathing grew heavier as the steam rose around you both. his thumbs applied enough pressure to keep your trembling legs open for him, preventing any instinctive urge to close them. the way he was staring without a hint of pulling away at the area between your legs, like he was almost inspecting you
“koo… don’t stare at me like that please,” you breathed though your legs stayed parted for him. your entrance was slightly open and clenching as if remembering the way his cock filled you hours earlier especially now from the owner's gaze as your inner folds peaked out like a spread flower. your pussy looked abused in the best way. he shook his head, leaning in even closer until his breath ghosted directly over your heat sending shivers up your spine.
“no hiding from me ever again. tell me if anything hurts too much yeah?” you let out a breath, your eyes meeting his vulnerably.
“o-okay...” his fingers brushed over your slit and the sudden sharp sensation made your hand fly down to grip his broad shoulder for support.
“ahh… jungkook,” you moaned quietly, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulder as he held you open. his brows furrowed in concentration as he sees how your slit is fluttering with weakness and the redness that colored everything from your mound down to your perineum.
“that's it… how do you feel?” he asks. he calms you while his thumb brushes ever so lightly beside your swollen clit, close enough but not yet touching the hypersensitive button directly.
“it... it burns a little bit in a good way,” you admitted breathlessly as you fought the urge to squirm under his scrutiny.
“it's so sensitive…”
but you needed him more than anything, whatever he could give you as your hips give the tiniest roll toward his face. jungkook hummed in approval as his eyes darkened further with lust while he remained perfectly in control staying focused entirely on your pleasure at the moment. you took his fingers so eagerly last night, his tongue lapping at you for hours and seeing your pussy up close reminds him of how you'd squeezed his cock. he wanted to touch and admire you at once and he still wouldn't be able to get enough. one of his fingers traced the slick seam of your entrance, collecting the creamy mixture of your combined fluids without pushing inside and then he spread it upward over your fold making everything slicker and wetter.
“mhmm,” you panted as you arched, your head falling back at his slick touches. you let out a longer needier moan when he continued his inspection.
“n-ngh… it's so sensitive inside koo,” he nodded understandingly, his other hand resting on your belly rubbing soothingly there over the soft skin easing some of your tension.
“i know princess. i know exactly how sensitive you must be. i'm not going inside at all, i promise you okay?” his fingers worked like an expert's as always and you knew his intentions well and that was to make you feel good. his fingers massaged your outer lips, pressing just enough to stimulate without causing pain while his eyes never left your core watching every throb and twitch. his light touches felt teasing almost and it kept on going for minutes mixed with your breathy whimpers and his praise.
“does this feel okay right here baby?” he asked repeatedly as he alternated his touches. your sighs turned into more contented sounds under his devoted attention.
“so good...”
you squirmed as your head fell back on the tile once again, your breasts rising and falling. jungkook knew that was another of your body's signals to go further as his finger moved to your clit now.
“yeah it's good?” he murmurs. you whined as he began circling the tip of it with the pad of his thumb while keeping your folds spread with his other hand. your toes curled tightly.
“o-oh… koo!” you let out a sob at the pain mixed with pleasure at the direct clit touches from how raw it is as your fingers threaded into his hair for anchoring yourself. he watched your face the entire time, taking in every expression, ready to adjust at the slightest sign of discomfort.
“talk to me sweet girl… does it hurt when i rub your clit like this or does it make the ache feel a little better?” he questioned affectionately. he adds the tiniest bit more pressure and leans down to blow air directly on your cunt. you gasped, your hips rocking towards him as he lets himself give you an open mouthed kiss right on your clit.
“better... so much better koo,” you whimper.
“don't stop pleaseee,” you dragged out the last word in a moan making him smile at how extra responsive you were to him, all because he wore you out. it does something primal to him. he kept on going alternating between gliding strokes along your folds or around your clit with two fingers now as he seemed to sense your noises getting higher. he pressed kisses all over your inner thighs and mound as he scooped more of your essence from the slit to rub it on your clit making you writhe on the edge of the tub. he was using his own cum to help soothe your battered pussy that had taken him so deep, he knew that if you weren't on the pill he'd have knocked you up for sure. the callouses he had on the tip of his fingers and palm enhanced the sensations even more—nothing that your fingers could ever satisfy. you could see his increased longing as he stares at your pussy, his breath ghosting over it making your entire body shiver in anticipation.
“can i eat your pussy princess? please? use my tongue to make it all better hmm?” he wants to worship the pussy that took him so well as his words were full of sincere devotion, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited patiently for your consent, his hands still stroking your thighs. your lips parted as your fingers tugged his hair in encouragement.
“yes… please koo,” his mouth always felt like heaven and you loved it when he ate you out so much, you'd never deny that offer but little did you know that he loved doing it even more. your body relaxes further against the bathroom wall, your legs trembling as you steadied yourself for him, wanting it so much. he starts by pressing a kiss on top of your mound right above your swollen clit and his little kisses are the ones that drive you a little more crazy. his tongue was on you at last staring at the very bottom of your slit where the mess of his dried cum still trickled from your gaping entrance. his wet warm tongue collected the evidence of it in long strokes starting to lap at it.
“a-ah... oh my god,” you sobbed at how good it felt. it was like he was pleasuring you and simultaneously giving you relief from your soreness which was the best combination ever. the heat of his mouth was the perfect balm against your heated flesh and it immediately sent you sparks of relief as your back arched. he hummed in satisfaction at the taste, the vibration makes your clit throb hard and makes your hips twitch as fresh wetness begins to mix with the remnants he was cleaning.
“mmm you taste like us baby, so fucking sweet mixed with me,” he groaned against your pussy, the words muffled against your folds as he continued his attentive work, you grew more squirmy beneath him but he steadied you with his hands.
“relax for me... just focus on my tongue,” he coos deeply. he took his sweet time as if he didn't have to hurry at all, he didn't eat your pussy like he usually did, hungry and quick as if he couldn't get enough because he wanted to make it intense for you and to make you cum quick but this was about making you feel better while feeling all the waves of the sensations his tongue was capable of. he licked continuous stripes up the entire length of your slit, avoiding direct sucking on your engorged clit at first knowing it would hurt you if he did so. he used his mouth to suck onto each of your folds, his tongue tending against it lovingly as your toes curled and quiet little gasps left you. your hands tightened on his hair, holding on as more of your juices started to leak from you which he was so appreciative of because he swallowed them greedily with hungry wet noises. it only seemed to heighten your pleasure. his tongue was so skilled and it was like he was turning your discomfort into something healing and erotic. he sucked so gently on one swollen puffy lip before moving to the other... carefully oh so carefully. all you could hear was his slurps, his hums of satisfaction and your breathy moans that were growing louder and more desperate with each passing minute.
“uh… uh… uh…”
he also kept you spread for him gently but never forced or pinning you down, letting you lift your hips or arch when things got more intense.
“you're doing so good, my brave girl aren't you?” he growls. he pulled back just enough to speak, his chin and lips glistening with your essence as he looked up at you from between your legs.
“want me to make you cum so nice and slow with just my tongue baby?” your breath hitched as you pulled at his hair bringing his face closer and nodded jerkily. he lets out a gruff chuckle at your desperation and goes back in with renewed hunger, this time focusing on your twitching clit with small circles with just the very tip of his tongue, followed by more long dragging licks that started from your fluttering hole and all the way up to your clit. your legs felt like warm honey as you clenched again, sending trickles of arousal on his waiting tongue as he moaned at the taste while your legs couldn't remain still fully rocking against his mouth.
“koo...”
you mewled as he gave a subtle suckle on your clit. it felt like it was going on for minutes after minutes for how slow he was going, it wasn't just to bring you to orgasm even though he'd do that eventually but to just worship your cunt. there wasn't a single fold or crease in the external part where his tongue didn't go exploring all parts of you like he was memorizing your pussy once again. he clearly avoided penetrating you with his tongue or giving your clit direct suckles.
“o-oh!” your whimpers turned into little cries now from how his pace was increasing and he could sense that you were reaching your peak from the way you shook so hard so he redoubled his efforts while still being careful. your thighs clamped hard around his head while your pussy throbbed hard against his tongue and his mouth seals on your clit, sucking it softly making you let out a loud keening cry.
“jungkook i'm cumming… ahh oh god!” tears welled in your eyes from the sensation when your orgasm finally went over you. it was a gentle orgasm rather than something intensely deep and shuddering that left you boneless and seeing stars under your eyelids from the previous night. it was the type of orgasm that left you boneless in the best way without too much. he stayed right there through every aftershock, his tongue still moving licking and collecting your release to carry you through the orgasm and to bring you back down. he couldn't stop groaning when he ate you out, he could never get enough and he could still get the remnants taste of his salty cum mixed with your release as well.
“that's it… give it all to me baby,” he hums. he gave you a few more licks making sure not to put his tongue on the reddened areas, he didn't want to overstimulate you from how hard you were throbbing, he stopped. he already knew how overwhelmed you were. he licked his lips clean before his eyes locked on you where you lay lax on the wall and panting heavily with glistening eyes. he moved up to press a kiss right beside your belly button and made his way up murmuring praises.
“how does it feel now my love? a little better are we?” the way he asks you so patiently and his nickname “my love” makes you flush as your eyelids flutter. you clung to jungkook with every ounce of strength left in you as your body still shudders from the aftershocks leaving your mind hazy. his shoulders felt like the only anchor as your feet dug into them, your fingers still buried in his thick hair as you tugged him upward with a needy almost childish whimper.
“jungkook… come here please,” you breathed out as your heart thudded beneath your chest. you needed him close. he rose from between your legs without hesitation, his chin still shining with your essence as his eyes locked on yours with such profound attention. he looked at you in a way as if nothing in the world mattered except fulfilling your request.
“i'm right here baby, not going anywhere else,” he murmurs. he climbed over you as his arms wrapped around your waist to pull your limp body flush against his own heated form. he was burning with pent up need.
the water sloshed around you both as he settled with you inside the tub full of warm water now and you gasped in contentment at the feeling of yourself soaking in it. he cupped the back of your head and settled you in his arms as your face found its perfect home in the crook of his neck, nuzzling into it with a sigh and you could even find traces of the musk of your pleasure still on his jaw and some that had slid down to his neck as well. he positioned you until you were on top of him and straddling him under the water as your legs wrapped around his waist. you couldn't help but press a kiss against his collarbone tasting his sweat, both your hands finding their way on his chest. jungkook lets out a contented noise, he tilts his head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that stole whatever little breath you had left. his tongue slips into your mouth, letting you taste yourself fully on him that has mixed with his saliva making you moan inside his mouth. he sucks on your lower lip, tongue exploring your mouth as he signs hotly into your mouth, all of it building into a kiss so full of emotion that tears pricked your eyes once again. last night and the recent orgasm made you more sentimental than usual and with his constant closeness, you've never felt more whole.
“you taste so fucking sweet even now,” he whispered against your cheek after pulling away. his hand stroked your spine while the other hand held you close and you smiled at his words, your nose pressing against his chest feeling your pussy clench. he closed his eyes, leaning back and soaking in the moment and his weary muscles from exerting so much energy last night. both of you dreamily pressed together while you still soaked in the post orgasm as the entire world felt invisible other than the two of you. your finger traced the line of his jaw and then downward over his pectorals before settling on the thump of his heart beneath your palm and he watched you with fond half lidded eyes and how free you were with him that you wouldn't think twice before touching him. before this when you were still learning, you were so hesitant and shy, now touching him came all naturally to you. your breasts pressed against his chest. both your heart and soul seemed to connect together in their own way. he kissed the top of your head and every exposed skin he could find and butterflies seemed all over the place in your stomach. his hand never stopped touching you as well, caressing your side and then beneath the water to caress your round ass cheeks just stroking without intruding into your other areas.
“last night... it feels unreal you know?” he lets out a breath and a lovesick grin on his face as you blush deeply and smile against his neck, moving closer causing the water to lap around your joined bodies. it felt like both of you were teenagers in love.
“it feels like i—i can still feel you inside me,” you confessed. you could feel the way his erection reacted at your words and you shifted a little making him groan and you felt bad about how he was taking care of you while he was aching without making a single comment about it. your hand slipped under the water, going forward to brush against his cock and he caught your wrist before you could wrap your hand around him and brought it to his mouth to place a kiss on the back of it before bringing it back up to rest over his heart, where it has been before.
“easy baby, today is all about you..”
“i'm staying home with you all day today so i can take care of my beautiful wife,” he grumbles playfully. you bite your lower lip, looking at him with wide eyes.
“do you understand?” he asks when you don't reply to him in a mock serious way making you giggle. he doesn't waste time and grabs the body wash squirting some in his palms before getting his soapy hands on you, starting at your shoulders where the massage takes away any tension left before sliding down to your arms, making you sigh and melt further into him.
“hah...”
you squeaked when both his hands suddenly cupped your full breasts, his thumb rubbing your nipples that were still raw from all the attention they received as they tightened further under his touch.
“these pretty tits… looked so goddamn beautiful bouncing last night while i fucked you. ugh i can't get enough,” he husks. the memory of it has both of your bodies reacting, you still couldn't be used to how he had no filter and always blurted out such dirty and lewd things, it makes you feel things every time and makes you wetter during intimate times, you believed you could cum just from his words alone. both of you, like, this brought back thoughts of when you both first showered in the tub together after his accident and he was still recovering from his injuries. when he'd allowed you to just have the tip of his cock in a moment of closeness while washing each other so thoroughly.
“this feels so much like that first time we were in here together,” you croaked. as his hands ventured lower carefully washing your lower body, avoiding going near your core just over your mound and your butt, making you tingle all over while all the sticky mess from your body is being washed away. jungkook on the other hand, also smiled recalling the memory of that day while his fingers continued their ministrations on you.
“yeah… i remember every bit of it. i wanted you so desperately but then i held back because i knew you needed more time,” he leaned in to kiss you again as his hard cock pressed against you, he got turned on even while he was simply caring for you and being all lovey. the soapiness continued as you both soaked and you returned the favor by washing him too over his chest and abs whenever you could reach. you loved feeling the way his muscles flexed under your touch always. your head fell on his shoulder as you couldn't help but comment on the way his cock was pressing against you, the afterglow seemed to loosen your tongue as well.
“you're still too hard for me... even after everything we did,” you whisper. he pulled you in tighter so your head rested more comfortably against his chest and his erection nestled between your bodies.
“i can't help it when you're naked and so soft against me but i'm more than okay with just holding you,” his hands cupped your face looking into your eyes that has grown hooded with emotion.
“you always put me first without ever thinking of yourself,” you croak as both your foreheads press together, just breathing the same air as his eyes soften.
“that's because you are safe with me baby and you deserve all of it and more,” he replies with so much utter adoration. both of you stay like that for what felt like hours until the soap was washed away from your bodies and the water ran cold but none of you seemed to notice that as you stayed molded like that in the tub like two pieces of a perfect puzzle.
after a while jungkook helped you out first as he lifted you gently and settled your feet on the bath mat, when you took a step forward, a sharp pain went between your legs as a hiss left your lips before you could stop it when you took yet another step. you gripped his arm out of instinct, the shower had mostly washed away everything but the deep sensitivity was still there and will probably be there for the entire day today. jungkook instantly grabbed you, steadying you so you didn't take another step and wrapped a large towel around your body tucking it securely above your breasts after wiping all the excess water from your body and hair with gentle pats and doing the same to himself roughly.
“careful baby, don't try to walk just yet,” his voice was filled with concern as he put the towel around his waist too before he scooped you up into his arms once again cradling you just like he's already done twice since the morning as if you were his little baby to take care of and he wouldn't let you get on your legs at all.
“it hurts too much when you try to walk?” he questions once again. you shook your head as you inhaled his masculine scent now mixed with the freshness.
“it doesn't hurt a lot... just a little when i put pressure on walking,” he hummed but didn't seem much convinced and he was carrying you like you were made of glass. he carried you to the bedroom setting you down carefully on the edge of the bed.
“stay right here yeah?” he leaves you for a short while to grab the hair dryer, a comb and a few skincare products as you watch a bit dumbfounded but with a fluttering heart. he plugged in the dryer and sat behind you in the bed, his legs bracketing yours protectively. he gathered your damp hair, fingers threading through the strands with surprising care for a big man. he turned the blow dryer on as he directed the air over your hair, his other hand lifting sections carefully to dry them from the roots. like he knew exactly how to dry a woman's hair properly, like he knew by heart. he's really doing this you thought... drying your hair like it's the most important thing in the world right now. you looked down at your fingers, glad that the mirror wasn't in front of you so he couldn't see how red your cheeks were and how shy you suddenly felt. probably the last time anyone cared for your hair like this was your mother when she used to bathe you as a kid. your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his hands and the blow dryer as you leaned into him.
“feels good?” he asked softly. his breath brushing your ear as he worked.
“your hair smells so nice. i love doing this for you,” he admits with a grin of his own.
“it feels amazing,” you whispered.
“you're spoiling me,” you admit bashfully.
he chuckled lowly.
“uhuh? just taking care of my pretty girl,” he continued drying another section, he was patient, taking his time making sure not a single strand was tangled or left damp. every so often he'd lean in and press a kiss to your bare shoulder that makes you squirm slightly. once your hair was mostly dry and fluffy, he set the dryer aside and picked up the comb. he went through your knots slowly so it didn't pull your hair making sure that there weren't any knots left.
“there we go... all soft,” he murmured proudly. his free hand smoothed down your hair with each pass.
“koo... you're really good at this. where did you learn?”
“learning for you..” he replied simply.
“i watched tutorials last week and watched you do it yourself, i actually wanted to be ready for moments like this,” he went through the last layer and you tried to hold back tears at how he was an acts of service man how much effort he put in the little things because he wanted to. his hands paused for a bit and he reached for the moisturizer next, the same brand that you always use every morning. he puts a small amount on his fingers before coming to sit in front of you and you couldn't even meet his eyes properly from how adored he made you feel, he grinned before tilting your head up with a finger.
“what happened hmm?”
“j-just overwhelmed,” you stuttered and his thumb traced your cheek, making your eyes open to meet his once again.
“i love you...”
he said it with such rawness in his voice as if from the depths of his heart he meant it, like those three words alone told you how you should get used to moments like this, like there were thousands more to come in the future and that you were his wife, a tear escaped you which he caught with his thumb, understanding your overload of emotions without any words. he distracts you by gently applying dots of the moisturizer on your cheeks, chin and forehead making you let out a teary smile.
“that's the smile i love,” he gruffs with an exaggerated nod making your smile turn into a giggle. he applied the moisturizer carefully, smoothing it over your cheekbones and down the bridge of your nose and forehead with utmost care. so much care and gentleness that your eyes fall closed once again savoring the closeness of him. the feeling of being cherished like this. he tilted your chin applying more on your jawline and neck, his fingers tracing the hickeys he'd left on your neck. then came the lip balm, he uncapped it and swiped it slowly across your lower lip and then the upper lip, his gaze locked on your mouth obsessively. he could still see the vivid image of these pouty lips wrapped around his cock. he leaned in, pecking your lips and tasting the strawberry balm and you.
“better?”
“much better,” you crooned. he laughed softly when he understood how shy you were and pulled you closer until you were close to him now that he was done, careful not to jostle you.
“no need to be shy with me yeah? let me pamper you,” you nestled into him.
“i will...” you sign out and he held you tighter, lips brushing your temple.
“good that's all i want,” he afterwards settles you more firmly on the bed, spreading your legs slightly to rest himself between them as he guides your body to lay back against the pillows and blankets that were still a mess from last night. you shivered as the morning air brushed against your hypersensitive folds, even the tiniest feeling towards it made you twitch. your entrance still seemed to throb as you watched him reach over to the nightstand to grab another item that he'd also brought with the moisturizer and it was a clear tube of unscented aloe gel. he squeezes a generous amount onto his clean fingertips, his other palm comes to rest on your thigh before his eyes meet yours.
“baby?” his voice overflows with affection.
“this is aloe gel alright? and i'm gonna apply it on you.”
“this might feel a little cold at first but it'll help with the soreness and bring down that swelling. tell me if it's too much or if anything feels uncomfortable okay?” you let out a shaky breath and felt your pulse quicken because of how he is so set on making you feel better in every way possible even when he wasn't responsible for the pain at all. the pain was something you'd go through all over again if it meant having him and him being the man to take your virginity.
“okay…” you breathe and he smiled at your words. his gaze dripped with nothing but care, your exposed pussy and your slit clenched with residual spasms and he knew he had to focus specifically on that area from the way his cock had slid in and out repeatedly and caused the swelling.
“i know sweetheart,” he whispered huskily.
“are you ready for me?” he asks again to confirm and you nod with a sign. he carefully parted your legs a little wider to expose you fully for his treatment. his fingers, now generously coated in aloe gel hovered just above your mound before slowly spreading the gel along your outer labia. the cooling sensation hits you almost instantly, crashing onto you with relief as if the gel itself had certain properties to take away all your irritation.
“gosh...” you let out a whimper as your hips twitched at the sudden comfort against the persistent ache that had lasted for hours.
“ahh... it's cold...” you panted as your eyes fluttered shut. jungkook paused immediately, his concerned eyes flicking up to meet yours.
“too cold love? do you want me to warm it up more between my fingers?” he would stop immediately if you wanted as he cupped the back of your thighand it made you mewl happily.
“no... no it's a good kind of cold… it feels really good already,” you reassured him. your body relaxes back deeper into the pillows as the gel begins to work its magic, dulling any sting that was left helping you so much.
“k-keep going please,” you plead. with your encouragement jungkook nodded, his expression turning back to focused as he used two fingers to spread the gel in massaging motions over the external area of your core so that all the slickness would be absorbed well. he ran his fingers up and down your slit without ever penetrating even though the way you were gaping and were more stretched than before gave him the strong urge to and made him feel heady with desire and the need for more but he couldn't imagine how sensitive you are inside. he was going to keep his promise and he wouldn't even think of touching you until you've fully healed, no matter how long it takes, he can even wait up to weeks if needed. nothing comes before your comfort, not even him. he also already felt extremely guilty for causing you soreness anyways so he was fully meticulous in avoiding going near your entrance, instead tracing the swollen inner folds with patience while his other hand rested on your thigh. his lips curved up at your increasingly relieved noises.
“mmm...” you moaned softly. your clit throbbed noticeably as his fingers drew near it but his fingers skirted around it at first building anticipation instead.
“does that feel better baby? is it helping hm?” his voice had dropped to this deep timbre that always sent shivers through you and makes you wet.
“y-yes,” you squirm, your hand fisting the sheets. he grabs the tube again and adds another squeeze of gel, spreading it lower where your pussy lips met.
“we're going to repeat this a few more times later to help you recover quickly, okay sweet girl?” you nodded bashfully, your heart stuttering as he continued his work and he couldn't get enough of your facial expressions. that focused look where you looked like you were in pain but you were pleased instead. a longer breathier whine leaves you as he finally allows his gel coated fingertip to circle your clit with a little pressure purely meant to soothe it, not to apply any stimulation.
“jungkook h-hahh, right there feels so good… but don't i-i mean.. more please,” you managed to stammer between soft gasps and he chuckled fondly, his fingers never stopping.
“you're gonna get everything you want mama,” another quiet moan leaves you at the endearment, feeling pleasure in a way you've never felt before like you wanted to soak into it forever even if you weren't being brought to any release. he makes sure every single sore spot of yours gets love and attention. he continued applying massages while noting your noises and applying pressure to the place where it makes you moan louder, lifting and separating your swollen folds with his fingertips to reach every hidden crease ensuring the aloe gel coated absolutely everything. your body absolutely surrounded by him.
“mmphh,” you make a muffled noise against the pillow as he flicks your clit once again, your breasts heaving hard which were still exposed. your thighs were starting to shake but he held them gently.
“there... almost done now you're being such a good girl and letting me take care of you,” he coos at you, watching you become a writhing cute mess on the sheets. he wipes away another small trickle of your arousal, cleaning you tenderly before applying fresh gel over the spot. finally satisfied that every area had been thoroughly tended to, jungkook wiped his fingers clean on a nearby towel and you felt almost sad that it was over, you wanted him to keep going. he leans down to press a kiss just above your mound. you squeaked, hips lifting at his sudden action and the way he seemed to just kiss you at your vulnerable places with no shame at all and he smirked before pulling you close to him.
“all done for now baby... yeah? it felt really good?” he rasps as he sees your still blissed out face and a slight pout because he stopped. you were his needy girl. he sat up and reached for the wardrobe, where he pulled out one of his favorite oversized t-shirts, the fabric well worn from how often he wore it at home and right beside his clothes, he opened the smaller drawer that held all your undergarments which he knew by heart now after both of you started sharing the same space. he picked out a soft pair of cotton panties that had a light blue edge.
“i'm choosing what you wear today,” he mutters playfully. he wanted you wrapped in his clothes constantly, though he loved you naked but he loved it even more when you wore his clothes and he had a reason to take it off. he helps you sit up as you smiled shyly back at him as he slipped the t-shirt over your head, first guiding your arms through the sleeves, it brushed against your hard nubs immediately.
“there we go... so damn adorable,” he hums. next he knelt down in front of you on the floor, holding the panties open.
“lift your hips just a little for me.”
you complied with your hands on his shoulder, your heart racing as he carefully settled the panties against your gel coated cunt and he left them like that, saying it would avoid excessive friction when you tried to walk or sit. he adjusted the panty, running his fingers along the edges making sure it's not too tight on you and breathable that's why he chose the cotton ones.
“comfortable enough?” he asked, looking up at you with those intense eyes. you nodded as you couldn't help but reach down to thread your fingers through his hair, the other hand cupping his cheek.
“thank you for being this careful with me koo,” he kissed your knee tenderly before standing up to pull you against him.
“always baby, you're my absolute priority today and every day..” he says warmly as he holds you close, pressing little kisses on your hair.
“now come on, let me get dressed too, i have to feed you soon,” you watched with dazed eyes as he turned around to dress himself as he reached for a pair of boxers and sweatpants, the fabric looked almost too ordinary against the godlike perfection of his body. just as he began to step into the boxers, turning his back fully toward you, the shocking sight made you gasp. you didn't notice it fully before but now with him giving you his back, you could see the long scratches on his upper back and shoulders and half moons caused by your nails, some even looked bloody where you had clutched and dug in desperately during those shattering climaxes he's brought you. the marks trailed low to his waist, it's like he'd been clawed by an animal and you'd been completely out of mind last night to even notice that you were hurting him and he didn't seem to complain once, like he enjoyed it and the pain spurred him further.
“jungkook…” you whispered. you pushed yourself up into a sitting position on the bed. you felt so guilty that tears welled in your eyes as you imagined how much those scratches might be stinging.
“your back… oh god it looks so bad, i'm so sorry—” your voice breaks.
“i didn't realize that i scratched you that much,” he paused mid motion with the sweatpants he held loosely in one hand and glanced over his shoulder at you with a lazy smile, a strand of wet hair falling messily over his forehead as his eyes sparked with mischief.
“hey it's okay baby, i like it.” he lets out a pleased murmur.
“these marks? it means i fucked you good and you marked me angel. i'm actually proud of them,” his words made you weak at the knees but you shook your head firmly.
“no please... it's bloody in some places and the skin looks raw. it must hurt more than you're letting on,” you insisted with genuine worry as you gazed up at him pleadingly.
“you took care of me all morning, now let me do something for you. at least let me care for you too..” you whimper.
“please?” you add when he doesn't reply as your eyes are wide and shimmering as you reach out a hand toward him. he studied your face for a long time, those dark eyes of his softening with understanding, his own heart swelling inside his chest from the way you want to take care of him too. it makes him want to get on his knees because he didn't deserve that one bit but here you were pleading to make it all better for him like no one ever has. it makes him wanna keep you to him forever selfishly and never let you go as his brows furrow at the center.
“you're really worried about me huh?” he takes your hand pressing it against his stomach while he cups one of your cheeks, not being able to help himself as he leans down to peck your lips.
“alright baby.. if it'll make my sweet girl happy, i'll let you play doctor,” he said with a smile, tossing the sweatpants carelessly aside onto the floor. with fluid grace he climbed back into the bed with a groan, the mattress dipping under his muscular weight as he stretched out fully on his stomach. he folded his arms beneath the pillow, turning his head to the side. his body lay displayed before you like a masterpiece. him being closer to you now gave you an even better view of the scratches on his skin and you stared a bit shocked at first. his insane masculinity always seemed to take your breath away and how unbearably handsome he was with such a perfect physique. how was he real? and also the fact that he knew exactly what to do without you telling him, your legs squeezed together slightly beneath his t-shirt.
“come here. i'm all yours to take care of,” he added, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow. the invitation from him makes heat swirl on your belly once more as you try to focus on his scars instead of yourself. if you weren't so sore, you'd probably beg him to fuck you once more. you moved toward him and straddled his hips slowly, your clothed pussy pressing directly against the small of his back. you gasped softly at the feeling of his hard muscle pressing against you even if you're wearing panties, your hands pressing against his back. you gulped nervously, hoping he doesn't notice it but judging by the tension in his body, he probably did and his hard on wasn't willing to go away one bit, the guy was stubborn indeed. a spark of renewed arousal went through you as you took a deep breath and reached for the small white tube of antiseptic cream on the bedside table that was halfway finished from you using it on him when he was injured from the accident. he has healed perfectly well since then and didn't need it anymore but the cream stayed there after you forgot to remove it. you squeezed a small amount on your finger.
“i'm going to apply this to the cuts so it doesn't cause any infections okay?” you croon.
“hmm whatever you think works well baby,” he nods. you leaned forward, your breasts brushing on his back as you slowly began to apply the cream on the raised areas. you started with the long angry line that goes down his back, spreading it slowly, a sad whimper leaving you as you noticed a bit of blood starting to build up.
“i-i'm so sorry again, i didn't wanna—” your words were interrupted by him.
“mama if you apologize once more, i'm gonna spank that ass red so you match with me, do you want that?” he turns his head to look at you with one of his brows raised, his eyes softening when he sees the worry in your eyes.
“keep going okay? your hands feel so nice on me baby, i don't need any apologies,” he encouraged softly. you bite your lower lip and continue smoothing the ointment into the inflamed areas as jungkook hums with contentment that vibrates through his entire body up into your straddling pussy. the sound was so rich and manly, it made you weak in the knees. you leaned even closer, his noises motivating you further as you tended to a particularly deep mark. you couldn't help but lean down to press a kiss on the scratch where you didn't apply the ointment yet.
“y/n,” he breathes out your name so wantonly at your kiss that your entire body reacts. you placed another kiss on another of the scratches you left before applying more medicine and tending to him with your kisses that he seems to like. your fingers went lower, spreading the cream near his waist that allowed you to feel every ridge. you straddled him more securely to get better access lost in taking care of him, your pussy pressed more firmly against him and it sent a slight friction that made your movements falter, a wet spot forming on your panties already and the aloe that was already there on your heat made everything extra slick. looking at the deepest scratch of his reminded you of when that happened when he'd finally put his cock inside you all the way inside, bulging your stomach and the other one that occurred when he'd started pounding you and making you cum so quick that you couldn't help but grab at him while overwhelmed with sensations.
“i got so distracted...” you whispered between kisses along the red lines, your tongue comes out to trace a line near his stomach.
“fuck,” he lets out a muffled growl.
“i didn't even know i was marking you like this... but knowing you like them makes me feel a little better.”
“and i loved every second of it,” he affirms quietly as your fingers worked diligently over the lower marks, his body shifting subtly beneath you at the attention.
“your nails digging into me, your legs wrapped so tight around my waist like you never wanted me to pull out… shit… you drive me crazy you know that?” you shiver hard against him, your body melting into him fully until you are hugging him from behind and he yanks you close by the back of your thighs until there is not a single space between you both, fully merged together. you meanwhile, finished with the final mark. you smoothed the cream one last time, making sure all the cuts were covered then capped the tube and set it aside. you chose instead to stay exactly where you were, leaning down to rest your cheek against his shoulder as both of you breathed together. he grabbed your hand, interlacing it with his big one, the desire of pleasure and adoration mixing together like the perfect blend. you both didn't have to talk to show it but your bodies did. skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, with the peacefulness of the morning. pure love and sex. lots of it.
“thank you angel,” he lets out huskily. you placed one final kiss to a fading scratch, holding him tighter and he knew everything you ever wanted to say, everything you had in your heart for him and he knew that he was the luckiest man alive to have you. he stroked the back of your thigh absentmindedly holding onto each other like you had all the time in the world.
after a while more of soaking into each other, jungkook decided to take you to the kitchen and yes of course, he carried you to the kitchen once again, you joked about how long he would be carrying you and he said that he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life. you were scared that he wasn't joking at all. he now stood at the stove, his broad back at you, wearing nothing but only a pair of loose black sweatpants and shirtless, he has put his hair in a man bun already after blow drying it. the first thing he always does right after waking up is make your coffee and he's already handed you a cup. the smell of butter reached your nose as he stirred the pancake batter. he moved with confidence, flipping the pancake. he was probably the only man you've seen who held such practiced ease when it came to his work life and also when it came to household chores. seeing how caring and attentive he was made you feel emotional because he proved that the stereotype that men don’t cook or clean isn’t true. you sat at the kitchen island on a stool and you shifted slightly. hard surfaces made you ache, every movement reminded you of how he'd filled you so well.
“baby are you okay sitting there?” jungkook asked, glancing over his shoulder.
“if it's too much, i can bring everything to the couch. i don't want you hurting more than you already do,” that was who he was, knowing your discomfort without even saying anything.
“i'm fine koo, it's okay... just a little soreness,” but he didn't look convinced at all so he brought a cushion for you and finally felt relaxed, then he plated the breakfast into two plates, yours holding the most fruits because he knows you love them and sat beside you turning to cup your cheek.
“good sore or bad sore?”
“good one… you made me feel better,” you whispered and leaned into his touch. jungkook pressed a peck against your lips, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before slipping away, his hand gripping your thigh.
“eat first. i made your favorite and extra berries because i know you like the sweetness… after everything,” he pulled back reluctantly, adjusting himself with a groan. he knew you were hungry and wanted you to eat before he just kept touching and kissing you to his fill. you picked up the fork and took a bite of the pancake.
“mmm this is amazing koo. you didn't have to do all this.”
“of course i did,” he murmured. his one hand stayed on your back while the other fed himself. every few bites he'd lean in to nuzzle against you. as you ate, bam padded into the kitchen, his tail wagging excitedly at the smell and jungkook chuckled warmly.
“hey buddy, you hungry too?” he reached down to scratch bam's ears and then cut a small piece of pancake and offered it to the dog who took it happily from his fingers. you giggled softly, reaching down as well to pet him.
“come here bamie, good boy,” you fed him a berry as well and bam licked your palm, his nose nudging your knee and you cooed and rubbed his back. jungkook watched with a fond smile, his hand now resting higher on your thigh, thumb brushing the edge of your pussy accidentally, making you gasp.
“careful,” you breathed.
“still so sensitive there.”
“fuck sorry,” he didn't pull away entirely, instead letting his fingers rest innocently while he ate.
“i can't keep my hands off you but i promise i'm behaving mostly,” he gruffs out smugly. you scoffed, trying hard to keep up with both the needy boys' attention while you tried to finish eating. the time unfolded like that in the domestic intimacy and his care, he couldn't stop touching you and carried you from the kitchen to the couch, settling you against his chest under a soft blanket. bam curled up beside you after he finished having his own food too but you couldn't help but give him more treats. hours passed like that, lazy conversations about nothing and everything. your cheeks reddened whenever you felt bam's eyes on you with jungkook being touchy but he seemed completely at ease now like he was very used to it. bam was used to seeing both his parents together and in fact, it overjoyed him seeing his favorite humans together. just you, him and bam and everything was perfect.
it was late in the afternoon now. the tv's volume was turned down, that none of you were paying attention to. it was a comforting sound in the background and the occasional rustle of blankets that was draped over your intertwined bodies. jungkook was nestled against you, his big frame molded between you, his head resting heavily yet comfortingly on your breasts using them as his personal pillows as one of his strong arms was slung across your waist holding onto you. his hand cupped the underside of one breast tenderly, almost in an attempt to support its full weight as if it were something precious, his other hand caressing your bare skin under his shirt, feeling your breasts rise and fall with your quick breaths.
“mm... these are my favorite pillows in the whole world,” jungkook murmurs against you. he turned his head, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the generous curve of one breast, his tongue coming out to trace along the fabric leaving it wet with his saliva as goosebumps erupt all over you with anticipation.
“so soft… and full, i could stay here forever… mm… just like this.. buried in you,” he nuzzled further into your breasts and you let out a giggle at his words, biting your lower lip.
“you're acting like a baby right now...” you whisper beside his ear.
“your baby? fuck yes,” he grunts approvingly. your fingers threaded deeply into his hair as you began to absentmindedly massage it but when you noticed that he seemed to enjoy it a little too much, you turned your full attention to him. your nails grazed a little at first before pressing in with more intention, scratching slightly in the contours of his skull. the sensation elicited an immediate profound response from him, his entire body melting into yours like putty and his deep growl sends shivers through you as well.
“koo… does that feel good?” you asked as a smile played on your lips continuing your ministrations, enjoying the feel of the big brooding ceo being a mess on your breasts from your attention as both his arms wrap tighter around your waist pulling you fully into him. your fingers tugged gently at the roots that seemed to unravel him completely, watching as his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted in ecstasy.
“yeah...” he groaned throatily, feeling the rawness he only ever showed you in these private moments.
“don't stop,” your hands in his hair drive him crazy every time it feels like you're pulling all the tension out of him. he rubbed his face side to side almost like a cat inhaling your scent greedily as if you were the oxygen he lived for, his loose hair now thoroughly tousled and tangled from your loving attention. every precise scratch of your nails made his back arch subtly and his hips shift beneath the blanket as his body grew heavier with each passing second but he didn't put his entire weight on you, knowing how tiny you are and even if you're doing better, he knows your body is still weak. his fingers ran over your belly beneath the shirt, stroking the skin there exploring and squeezing your softness and the curve of your hips.
“i love every inch of you,” he said quietly. he just can't get enough of your tits, he'd happily die being squished between them. his head shifted, turning to capture one nipple through the fabric, sucking into it and you were so hard that the nub was prodding out very well for him to suck onto it, his tongue circling around.
“ahh…” you squealed sharply at his sudden action, your head falling back causing more of your breast to press into his eager mouth. even with having a barrier of fabric between you both, it made everything so intense.
“koo,” you whined, the words holding no true protest as your fingers tightened in his hair pulling him even closer. he released your nipple with an obscene pop, lifting his gaze to meet yours with his half lidded gleaming eyes.
“i just wanted to feel you, taste you a little… i've been thinking about these pretty tits all day,” he reassures though his actions spoke otherwise as your lips part, lost in sensations too. his tongue flicked out again to circle the hard peak before it switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention pulling the nipple between his tongue in a way that makes your toes curl tightly.
“uh… mmm.” you moan feeling everything heightened.
“y-you're so obsessed with them,” you teased as you kept playing with his hair, tugging more causing another delicious moan to leave him as he stopped sucking your nipple and rested his head on one of them instead.
“obsessed with every part of you,” he corrected reverently. he knew he'd lose control if he pulled your shirt up to reveal your breasts to his eyes so he had his fill with just this instead, feeling you respond to his mouth. his hand rested on your ass cheek, just a warm pressure rather than a demand not being able to help himself, his cock pressed down on the couch searching for friction desperately from the blue balls he had from ignoring his hard on since the morning. instead his hips rolled forward, letting you feel his hard insistent length against your thigh without pressing it against your sensitivity.
“feel that?” he asks.
“that's what you do to me just lying here with your tits in my face… i'm so fucking hard for you baby,” his voice breaks. you reached down between your bodies with eager fingers now that he's not stopping you because you wanted him to feel good too. you didn't like how much he was holding himself back for you, you could at least provide him a little relief. you wrapped your hand around his clothed erection feeling how he was pulsing and rock hard as you stroked him with a squeeze, feeling the wetness of his precum soaking through. he groaned as if you made him cum and his groan ended in a small whimper that was so sexy that it made your thighs tremble around his body and he gave a suckle on your nipple once again in gratitude, leaving two wet patches on the shirt.
“like this?” you asked softly, continuing the strokes that drew more noises from him.
“god yes, just like that baby,” he panted against your chest.
“your hands feel incredible,” he had never been so desperate but last night having you and denying himself anything while having you close today, touching your sensitive places had left him wanton. the minutes seemed to pass like that with occasional sucking and stroking, rubbing his face between your pillowy breasts while you play with his hair. your own arousal was starting to build feeling your clit throb but he remained so sweetly restrained. eventually when he couldn't take it anymore, his hips started to rock into your fist and after a while he remove your hand gently, not wanting to cross the boundaries he promised today. he was happy to just have you close. he also realized that you were getting tired, a yawn leaving you as you settled against him, sinking further in the coziness from the movements and the low lighting. jungkook lifted his head to place a kiss against your cheek which you returned with purr like noise making him chuckle warmly.
“getting sleepy my angel?” he whispered.
“mhm no...” you murmured trying your best for him to stay awake and not leave him hanging but your eyes were fluttering closed.
“shh… get some sleep love. i got you,” he waited a few more minutes, forgetting about his erection as you slept deeply and so peacefully before he cradled you against him and carried you slowly upwards toward your shared bedroom so your sleep doesn't get disturbed. he laid you down, watching you sleep with a smile before placing a lingering kiss against your forehead.
the next morning you and jungkook were in the kitchen once again. you were in front of the coffee machine while his body was pressed close behind you, arms wrapped around you fingers stroking your thigh under the shorts you wore. every brush of his fingertips made your breath hitch lightly. jungkook nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss there, making you smell the mint in his breath from when he'd brushed his teeth earlier. he couldn't stop holding you, being clingy and you loved every second of it as you turned your head meeting his gaze.
“kook… what about your work today?” he chuckled lowly.
“work can wait for two days. my wife's more important, especially after...” his fingers dipped lower.
“how's my girl feeling today?” his tone was concerned making your heart squeeze.
“i'm okay… doing much better,” you whisper. you were in fact doing so much better, the soreness was now reduced to sensitivity and he made the effort of applying aloe gel once again before you slept last night and throughout the night you felt like it did its job. it was all because of him. before you could say more, a knock echoed, mrs. kim had arrived for her usual duties as she let herself in with the spare key. she came inside the kitchen with fresh groceries, a bright grin on her face as she took in the sight of both of you. jungkook didn't pull away, instead he stayed glued against you with not a single care, his hand still rubbing circles on your thigh.
“good morning mr. and mrs. jeon. happy to see you both here,” she said cheerfully in her usual maternal tone. jungkook grinned, leaning in to press a kiss against your neck right there in front of her, his hand squeezing your thigh firmly.
“wouldn't miss a day with her. look at my wife mrs. kim. isn't she glowing?” his breath fanned over your ear.
mrs. kim laughed warmly, “oh she sure is the most beautiful,” he shifted subtly, pressing his bulge against your hip from behind. it wasn't noticeable if someone else saw it from afar but you felt it proper and clear making your eyes widen. you gasped, pushing hard against his chest but he wouldn't budge. you looked at mrs. kim with wide eyes, who was already busy unpacking the vegetables.
“jungkook! not in front of mrs. kim…” but he kept you pressed against him, a chuckle leaving him, both of you in a distance where she won't be able to hear you.
“she knows we're married, let me love on you,” you squirmed embarrassed even though her attention was diverted, pressing a hand against his chest.
“koo behave.”
“can't. you're too tempting,” as his bulge pressed against you harder, his hips gave a subtle roll, you finally broke out of his hold with red cheeks but an excitement in your eyes as you huffed and started walking upstairs and he followed you like a lost puppy. mrs. kim smiled to herself as she worked.
“young love...”
but she knew that this young love would last between the both of you for several years to come and she prayed that's how it would always remain.
you both had a light breakfast and then you decided to spend some time in the home library he'd built for you, reading a book with him by your side watching you with soft eyes. he loves seeing you happy here. he'd also handled some important work calls that he received from his office. after he finishes his recent call, he walks to you.
“i need to work out a bit,” he murmurs against your mouth.
“haven't done it properly in a couple of days. doors open for you yeah? you can come whenever you want,” his thumb stroked your cheek.
“don't stay away too long okay?”
you nodded as he kissed you once more, sucking onto your bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. he stood up stretching his arms, causing the hem of his t-shirt to ride up, letting you see the v-line of and you gulped.
“see you baby,” he added with a smirk and you blushed, knowing his intentions too well. you continued reading for a while more but after a few minutes you couldn’t focus and couldn’t stop thinking of his invitation. you wandered around the house, feeling the persistent throb of want between your legs, not knowing what to do and mrs. kim has left as well after finishing her chores. so you decided to visit jungkook. you grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and a fresh white towel of his from the closet and padded down the hallway. you stopped at the open doorway of the home gym, standing at a distance but you could see him clearly from here. jungkook was in the middle of intense pushups, shirtless now as his body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing hard with every rise, veins standing out as he gripped the weights next. you could also see the shape of his cock beneath his pants and the bulge of him. you felt a jolt of arousal at the sight, your thighs squeezing together, almost immediately heat was all over you. you shifted on your feet watching him transfixed and shocked at how effortlessly he moved those heavy dumbbells. you completely forgot that you might be caught staring at him. jungkook paused mid rep, his eyes catching yours in the mirror. a slow knowing smirk spread across his face, sweat dripping down his jaw as he set the weights down and turned toward you, his chest heaving with exertion.
“hey baby.”
“couldn't stay away huh? come here,” he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and you stepped closer, holding out the cold water bottle and towel with a racing heart.
“thought you might need these,” you replied.
“thanks love,” he twisted the cap off and tilted his head back, drinking as you watched with parted lips the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down, some droplets of water escaping the corner of his mouth trailing down his neck. he finished half the bottle in one go, letting out a satisfied grunt and wiping his mouth with the towel you offered, his eyes never leaving yours. he looks so masculine doing it. his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, thumb stroking the skin there.
“bringing me water like a good wife…” he didn't give you any time to react, he suddenly scooped you up with ease and carried you to the weight bench nearby.
“sit here.”
he said settling you down on the edge of the bench, your shorts riding up high as you settled, the material stretching over the curve of your ass and molding to the shape of your pussy making you acutely aware of how wet you were getting from jungkook's presence and his words. his eyes darkened as he noticed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. he could see everything, your shorts highlight the shape of your pussy lewdly and he couldn't help but adjust himself balantly in his pants while he pretended to not notice it. he went back to his workout. now that you were here watching him, he felt more confident and better. each rep made his abs twitch and his back muscles contract where your scratches were but have started healing. you couldn't help but focus on his lower portion of the body and did you ever mention how attractive his butt was too? so muscular in its own way and he just looked so grabble, his pants were molded tight against his butt and his bulge tenting his prominently that he made no effort in hiding. he was enjoying it too, you could tell by the way his eyes kept flicking to you in the mirror, that smug look still on his face. though he made no comments and continued doing his thing wanting your eyes on him, feeling himself strong and desired with just your eyes alone. he did a few more pushups, his chest heaving as he sweated even more, his pants sliding down a bit to reveal his tempting v-line that you can never get enough of and the happy trail of hair. his biceps and arms were pumped to their absolute limits, veins looking like they might just burst as he picked up the heaviest lifts. he used it for a few seconds before settling them down with a loud noise as you watched, shocked because a normal man would probably break his arm picking that up. he stood up to his full height panting, pushing out the stray hair that had fallen out of his man bun. his hooded eyes found yours, locking in such an intense way that your pussy responded with a hard throb. the smirk deepened as he reached for the towel once again to wipe the sweat away from his face and neck and even that act seemed sensual to you as you watched his abs contract and his hard cock which was now fully visible, growing fuller by the second under your stare.
“like what you see?” he murmurs, laced with equal parts of heat and amusement as he tosses the damp towel aside, letting it land in a heap on the floor and takes a step closer toward you. the sheer power he exerted made you heady and the addictive scent of sweat and clean male.
“you've been watching me the entire time haven't you? tell me sweetheart, do you like it? because i'm hard as fuck knowing you're sitting there with that wet little pussy pressed against the bench,” he lets out a growl. you gasped at his words, your eyes falling on your fidgeting hands, desperately trying to avert your eyes from him and his delicious body but it was utterly impossible and you knew exactly how fixed his eyes were on your legs clenched together.
“i... i just wanted to bring you some water,” you let out an excuse, squirming under his stare. jungkook lets out a low chuckle as he closed the remaining distance in one fluid motion.
“sure you did but your eyes were glued to my arms... my chest… lower,” he reached out large hands, gripping your waist firmly and he pulled you flush against him, your body pressing against his sweaty one though it didn't bother you one bit, it turned you on further. his cock nestled tight against your lower belly as he held you close, his hand sliding beneath your tiny tank top.
“look at me,” he whispered, breathing hotly against your lips. as you looked up to face him, he captured your mouth in a deep kiss that stole the air from your lungs. his tongue slides inside your mouth, tangling with yours doing the sex act with his tongue that makes your sock clad feet wrap around his waist. you could taste the saltiness of his sweat too, your hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders as he nibbles on your bottom lip making you moan against his mouth that he swallows. his hand squeezed and kneaded your ass cheek pulling you even tighter against his erection, grinding you down onto it, both of you letting out shared groans. he broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, trailing his lips along the line of your jaw biting suddenly making you whimper then soothing the bite with the swipe of his tongue.
“fuckk i love how you feel on me like this,” he groaned deeply. he pulled you onto his lap making you straddle him on the bench, your core settling directly over his massive bulge now only thin fabrics separating you both.
“mmph,” you mewled as his hands groped you wherever he could while he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder, pressing little kisses.
“does it bother you that i'm all sweaty and worked up princess?” he murmured into your ear, tongue coming out to lap at your earlobe making you shiver and grab his shoulder harder. he licks a long stripe with his tongue from your jaw to your neck making your entire body shake.
“or does it turn you on ever more? knowing your husband pushed himself so hard here and all i could think about the whole time was coming back to this tight pussy and make it feel so fucking good mm?” you sobbed at his words also at the way his hand comes out to possessively cup you over your shorts, the heel of his palm pressing there, he slips it to the side to reveal your panties already soaked through and clinging to your folds.
“j-jungkook..”
he lets out an appreciative noise as he helps you get out of your shorts before pushing the panty to the side using two fingers running them along your slit, gathering the wetness and spreading it upward over your clit.
“uh...” you crooned. your back arched in his lap, it felt so good when he touched you unrestrained since he knew you were no longer too sore as he continued his exploration, thumb pressing against your clit rubbing the bud slowly while he groped your breasts, the impatience in him making you moan louder. he pulled your tank top down to make your breasts bounce out, a satisfied growl leaving him because you didn't wear any bra and latched onto one nipple while his fingers tweaked the other one like he was so hungry for it because he couldn't focus on your breasts yesterday with the barrier of his shirt. his fingers slide up and down your dripping folds too, dipping just barely into your entrance before retreating to rub tight circles around your clit, leaving your hips chasing his fingers grinding down against his cock. jungkook pulled back slightly as he gazed down at your expression.
“i love eating this sweet pussy more than anything. i wanna eat it right now.” he snarls.
“do it… please.”
“yeah? want me to devour this cunt?” he questions huskily and you nod frantically, your legs parting even more for him. he shifted you higher, repositioning you on the bench so he could bend down between your legs watching your pussy clench for him. he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit making you cry out, your thighs shaking around his head as he lapped at your juices, he hummed into you.
“unnghhh… hnnngh…” you keened at the way he eats at you like he was starving. he held you, spreading his hands on your ass cheeks as he devoured you completely using rapid targeted movements on your clit, this time penetrating you with his tongue making your hips press hard into his mouth.
“still aching inside baby?” he asked during a brief pause, breath hitting against your soaked pussy.
“n-no i w-want you inside.. please,” you plead desperately.
“mhm?” he coaxed you using two of his fingers teasing at your entrance, circling your slit waiting for your consent as he continued to lick and suck with devotion. when you whimpered loudly, did he finally slide one finger in but oh so slowly, curling it upward taking his time to not intentionally hurt your still battered pussy while his mouth lavished attention on your clit.
“yes! right-right there nngh!” he lets out a snarl at your words adding a second finger shortly after, not wasting time and wanting you to come to the satisfying release you've wanted after losing your virginity. he gently pumps both his fingers, always monitoring your reactions as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. your hips started rolling into his fingers grinding down into it and he encouraged it by moving your hips.
“that's it such a good girl. use my fingers,” he watched you take his fingers deeper with lust all over his face, your moans growing dirtier and louder as the pleasure built and how he seemed to curl his fingers whenever you ground down. he also does this twisting motion with his fingers that makes you sob out.
“you like it when i twist my fingers angel?”
“yes—yes—yes—” your voice breaks on a sob as his nose rubs against you too, making everything slick and messy.
“i-i'm so close koo,” you squealed out, fingers gripping onto his hair as you felt like you might pass out. having his fingers a while after he gave you his cock made everything so much more intense.
“cum for me, give me every last drop,” he urged you commandingly as he sucked harder on your clit and pumped his fingers faster but still being careful.
“ohh!” a cry left you as the orgasm washed over you. your entire body trembles, pussy pulsing and clenching around his fingers while you gush onto his eager tongue.
“fuck yes,” he lapped every bit of your release like he was dying for it, his fingers slowing but remaining buried inside you to prolong every spasm until you were fully boneless and murmuring his name constantly. he continued licking you through the aftershocks, cleaning the clear liquid that you'd spurted out without overwhelming you further. finally so slowly, he withdrew his glistening fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean too while maintaining eye contact with you.
“mhm… i could eat this pussy all day long.”
he stood up bringing you on his arms, letting you come back down to him, letting you catch your breath, his heart pounding as he watched the dazed smile on your face.
“you did so good for me,” he fills you with praises until you feel it on every corner of your body.
at night the same day you both lay tangled under the sheets, you were flush against his chest one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, your legs intertwined, and his hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. his thigh was between your legs, keeping you fully cuddled in him.
“you okay baby?” he murmurs as he realizes that you're deep in thought, not falling asleep. you signed into his chest, your hand coming up to grip his shirt. you paused gathering your thoughts when he waited for you to speak up.
“jungkook... mrs. han called me today,” he hummed in acknowledgement, tilting his head down so his eyes could meet yours.
“yeah? what did she say?” he asked as his hand stroked your back comfortingly as you took a deep breath, your fingers tracing on his chest as you spoke.
“she asked how i was doing… how we were doing. actually she knew about the accident and everything that happened between us. she sounded really worried at first but i told her i'm okay now, better than okay,” you smiled faintly, lifting your gaze to his.
“she misses me at the bookstore, things are not the same without me there. i.. i told her i miss it too, the smell of books, helping people find books. i've been home since your accident and our argument a-and it feels like i've been hiding away from that part of my life...”
jungkook's eyes softened instantly in understanding as he shifted to pull you even closer to him and cupped your cheek with one hand, thumb brushing tenderly over your lower lip.
“baby… you've been through so much. i know that job means a lot to you, it was your independence before everything got so messed up,” he knew how important your job is to you and how much of an anchor it was even before marrying him. you nodded, feeling a lump in your throat.
“i wanna go back koo, not full time maybe at first but... i miss feeling normal, not just... being here all the time even though i love being with you,” your voice grew nervous.
“after the accident and our fight i kind of shut everything out but talking to her today made me realize how much i want that back,” he was silent for a moment just holding you, increasing your anxiety even more but he finally leans down to press a kiss against your forehead reverently.
“look at me...”
he tipped your chin up with his finger to make you meet his eyes properly.
“you don't need my permission for any of that okay? not ever in this marriage, it's not about me controlling you or keeping you locked away, i want you happy. if going back to the bookstore does that then so be it. i'll support you however you need,” he felt bad because you even thought that you needed to ask for something that's completely up to you and he'd never ever stop you from doing what you love or snatch away your freedom like the bastard of your father tried to. he wanted you happy and would support all of your decisions. even if he absolutely wouldn't mind letting you stay at home if you wanted that as well and didn't wanna work, he'd spoil you endlessly but it's completely up to you and he'd happily support whatever decision you made.
“just promise me you'll let me be there for you?” you felt tears prick at your eyes not from sadness but from the safety his words provided. how being loved by him didn't feel like being in a cage but like getting new wings as a wounded bird to fly high.
“thank you,” you whispered, hand curling tighter on his chest.
“i was nervous to bring it up… i didn't know how you'd feel about me leaving the house once again,” jungkook chuckled as he rolled you gently onto your back hovering partially over you, one hand propping him up as he cupped your cheek.
“nervous?” he teased lightly but his eyes were full of love, not mockery.
“baby i'm so proud of you. you've come so far and yeah, i love having you here… but i fell for the girl who loves her books and her freedom. don't lose that okay?”
“we'll figure out the balance together,” a teary laugh left you, pulling him down for another kiss, your legs wrapping loosely around one of his. your tears falling onto the kiss, your heart feeling like it might burst. you never thought you'd have a man like him in your life as he wiped your tears away murmuring comforting words against your lips. that he'd forever be there being the supportive pillar for you to achieve everything you've wanted and you believed so with every bit of your heart.
the next morning you both were still glued to each other even though the sun had risen. jungkook's warm chest pressed against your back as he spooned you holding you like he never wanted to let go, his breaths falling on your neck, his one leg draped over you and the morning wood he had pressed against your back. he nuzzled closer when he felt you move and placed a kiss on your shoulder.
“mmm baby... don't move yet,” he murmurs.
“just five more minutes…”
he didn't wanna let you go so soon and you both had discussed wanting to get back to work together again and he dreaded it immediately. you smiled sleepily, turning your head slightly to meet his sleepy gaze.
“koo… we have to get up eventually,” you whispered but your body betrayed you, sinking deeper into his arms. his hand freely slid higher to cup your thigh.
“i know. i know,” he groaned, playfully pressing a kiss to the side of your neck sucking a mark.
“but how am i supposed to let you go to work when all i want is to keep you right here mhmm?” his hips rolled forward once slowly letting you feel his hard cock nestle between your ass cheeks, making you let out a long gasp. not pushing for more, just savoring the closeness. you turned fully in his arms, facing him now as your hands roamed on his chest. he kissed you then, his tongue teased yours while his fingers threaded through your hair, none of you seemed to pull away first as the kiss grew more heated with nips and sighs until the breathlessness made you pull back. reluctantly after many more whispered protests and kisses.
“just one more,” he'd say each time. you both finally started to get up and get ready. jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his messy hair watching you with a lazy smile as you moved around the room. you picked out one of your favorite dark suits on him, laying it out for him to wear.
“this one.” you said.
“you look so handsome in it,” he pulled you between his legs, hands on your hips, resting his forehead against your stomach.
“only because you choose it for me,” he started getting ready, buttoning up his shirt while he stole kisses from your lips as you both got dressed side by side. when it came to the tie, he didn't have to call for you as you naturally stood up on your tiptoes to tie it and he watched your focused expression with adoration, hands resting on your waist.
“you're spoiling me.” he murmurs.
“i don't deserve this you know?”
“you do.” you huffed your reply, adjusting the knot perfectly then smoothing it down his chest like you always did since the first day. he caught your hands, kissing your knuckles one by one, lingering on the promise ring that you never took off. playfulness took over as he tugged you onto his side making you giggle.
“jungkook!” but he only pressed his face against your neck making you squirm, both your laughter erupting and his hands roaming on your back, squeezing your ass affectionately.
“can’t stop thinking about how tight you were that night… how you moaned my name when i bottomed out,” he lets out a grunt.
“we'll be late,” you gasped even though his words made your legs tremble a bit.
“finee,” he reluctantly agreed with an exaggerated tone on the word making you grin.
you both headed out and jungkook drove with one hand on the wheel, the other holding your thigh. he had dismissed the driver saying he wanted to drive you there himself. he also decided to buy breakfast outside as he pulled up to your favorite cafe drivethru, ordering without hesitation, your favorite latte and the pastry you like. he had it memorized perfectly. when he paid pulling out his wallet for the card, you caught a glimpse inside, a small candid photo of you smiling softly from the sunny beach day at the maldives. you didn't say anything but your eyes glistened with sudden happy tears. you hadn’t cried much lately and when you did in his presence, it was never from fear or pain anymore. only joy. only love. you blinked quickly, not saying anything but the realization hit you deeply... he carried you with him everywhere. the drive to the library was peaceful, his hand brushing your thigh and he kept glancing at you. at the library, jungkook walked you inside himself. immediately visitors and staff gawked at him with wide eyes because of the aura jungkook carried. mrs. han looked up from the counter, a smile on her face with happiness at seeing you together like this.
“mrs. han,” jungkook nodded politely.
“i’m bringing her back today. take good care of my wife yeah?” she nodded, beaming.
“of course.”
he then turned to you, not caring that there were other people looking and pulled you close.
“have the best day baby,” he cupped your face, kissing you and you whimpered into his mouth when you heard gasps from others around as they pretended to not look. he pulled back slightly, placing another peck thumb stroking your cheek.
“text me if you need anything. i will pick you up later if you want,” you blushed furiously but smiled.
“i will… drive safe.”
he lingered for a moment longer, forehead pressing against yours before stepping back and you felt the sudden coldness in his absence. your time in the library passed with distracted focus. you felt great being back to your usual routine of moving through the stacks of books and arranging them and helping the customers find books, though in every quiet moment you stood there smiling to yourself as you thought about jungkook and every little moment spent with him. that you missed him already even if you didn't want to admit that. mrs. han approached you, patting your arm.
“i'm so glad you're back dear. you seem happier, everything is going well right?” she asked worriedly. you smiled shyly and nodded.
“i am, really happier than ever,” and mrs. han believed so with the look on your face that you were indeed the happiest.
after a few hours of working you just couldn't stay still, your thoughts kept drifting to him making your chest tight with longing. it had only been a few hours since he left for the office but his kisses were still branded on you, the way his forehead had lingered on yours before he reluctantly pulled away played on repeat in your mind. without informing him, you decided it was time for a surprise as you told mrs. han with nervous excitement that you'll be taking an early leave which she allowed with a knowing smile of hers. you've never been to his office before so you were taking a bold move by doing it yourself. you grabbed your bag and headed out, finding the usual driver of jungkook's that has been there driving you around even before the bond between you and jungkook started forming, he was a kind respectful man.
“could you take me to jungkook's office please?”
“of course mrs. jeon. it'll be my pleasure,” he nodded with a bow. the drive to the office had you shifting in your seat with anticipation and overthinking, how would he react? would he possibly be mad? no that's not jungkook at all, he'd rather hurt himself than become angry at you. your thighs pressed together subtly from the passionate nights spent together with him. how he had left you wanting more and your heart was racing, you missed him.
by the time the car pulled up to the high modern company, you stepped out feeling a bit out of place in such a luxurious big place. you stepped inside and approached the front desk. the woman behind the counter looked up at you with a professional smile.
“good afternoon. how may i help you?”
“i'm y/n, i'm here to see my husband jeon jungkook,” the woman's eyes widened slightly in recognition but she hesitated, her fingers hovering over the phone.
“do you have an appointment ma'am? mr. jeon is quite busy today and we usually require prior notice for visitors,” her words carried a tone that made your stomach twist with insecurity, though you held your ground. before you could respond, she picked up the phone and dialed speaking in a hushed tone. it was as if she were used to different women coming here in an attempt to meet jungkook so she didn't trust you easily. you watched, assuming the conversation shifted quickly because her face paled. you couldn't hear everything but the change in her expression was immediate.
“what do you mean you're stopping her? that's my wife, how dare you question her right to be here?” you caught fragments of his angry voice as the woman started stammering.
“i'm sorry mr. jeon. i didn't realize... yes of course, right away,” she hung up turning to you with wide eyes, looking at you like she's almost about to cry.
“i'm terribly sorry mrs. jeon. please go right up the private elevator to the top floor,” you felt a flush on your cheeks at the way jungkook had defended you so fiercely claiming you as his wife, it made you feel protected and cherished in his world. he never saw you below him like men with huge status does, he saw you like his equal. with a soft “thank you,” you made your way to the private elevator and waited until it dinged open to jungkook's private domain that no one was allowed to. as you stepped further inside, your eyes landed on a familiar figure on the couch near the windows. taehyung was dressed in a grey suit as he casually scrolled on his phone, one arm draped over the back of the couch like it was his place too. the last time you had seen him in the hospital room where he had revealed painful truths and donated blood to save jungkook, it was full of tension.. everything felt so heavy, now the atmosphere was entirely different. taehyung looked up, genuine surprise on his face after seeing you before it softened, he stood up slowly pocketing his phone.
“hey… it's you y/n.” he said.
“didn't expect to see you here today. jungkook didn't mention you were coming,” you offered a small shy smile, your fingers twisting the hem of your blouse nervously as you approached. he didn't look as intimidating as he did at the hospital.
“hi taehyung, yeah um.. it was a last minute decision,” your heart pounded, not being used to another man's presence without jungkook around and he was in his office where you wanted to go.
“yeah the accident feels like ages ago now but i'm glad things are looking so much better between you both...”
he chuckled lightly, easing some of the awkwardness.
“he's in his office finishing up a call, he should be out any second,” just then the door to the inner office opened and jungkook emerged, the sleeve of his dress shirt rolled up and his expression shifted from focused to pure joy the moment his eyes landed on you.
“baby..” he breathed. he crossed the room in long strides, pulling you into his arms immediately as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling like he was dying of you making your knees weak.
“you came. fuck i missed you already. why didn't you tell me? i would've cleared everything or picked you up,” you melted into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist almost forgetting about taehyung's presence for a bit as you laughed softly against his chest.
“i wanted to surprise you. it wasn't planned... i hope i'm not interrupting,” jungkook pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands.
“interrupt? never, you're the best part of my day,” he leaned in, pressing a peck against your lips, his tongue coming out to take a deeper taste but both of you get interrupted with taehyung clearing his throat with an amused grin, watching the exchange.
“alright lovebirds, i can take a hint. i was just dropping off some papers anyways, you two clearly need some time alone.”
he grabbed his jacket from the couch, slinging it over his shoulder.
“it was good seeing you again y/n,” he said to you sincerely, his voice carrying warmth and no coldness that was once directed at you because he's learned that whatever you felt for jungkook was true and that you both belonged together.
“jungkook's been smiling more these days because of you.”
jungkook kept one arm securely around your waist, not letting go even as he addressed his friend.
“thanks for coming by tae. we'll catch up soon. finish up the meeting but yeah… right now i need my wife,” he rasps. the words make heat spread all over you. taehyung laughed, already heading towards the elevator.
“message received loud and clear.”
he paused at the door, turning back with a softer expression.
“take care guys and take it easy.”
jungkook understood the real meaning behind those words and he smiled gratefully, nodding at taehyung as he stepped inside the elevator, leaving you and jungkook alone.
the moment the elevator doors sealed shut, he pulled you inside the office. his hold on you tightened as he gazed down at you and with a harsh exhale of your name, his mouth met yours but properly this time. his tongue slipping inside to hungrily explore your mouth, his free hand squeezing your hip pulling you flush against his body as you sighed into the kiss, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“are you sure i didn’t disturb you?” you panted as he pulled away from the kiss. jungkook was already pulling you to the chair before you could finish your words, pulling you down onto his lap immediately, hands splaying across your back cupping the back of your head pressing your face gently into his chest.
“i couldn’t stop thinking about you even for a minute and you think showing up here is disturbing? it’s the best damn surprise ever.”
“really? i was a bit nervous at the front desk—” his hold tightens, a fraction of irritation crossing his face.
“yeah about that, i already handled that. she had no right to even question you. this whole building, this office, everything is yours as much as mine. next time anyone gives you trouble, you tell them exactly who you are,” he says with a glare on his face.
“i'll make sure they never forget it, wanted to fire her.”
“no no,” you gasp.
“it's okay koo really, i didn’t mind and she didn’t know me,” in order to distract him because you really feared that he might end up firing her, your lips met his once again. you sucked on his bottom lip making him growl into your mouth as you pulled back to place tiny kisses on his jawline. one of his hands slid down to grip your hair. he turned his head to meet your lips again. the kiss grew wetter and more urgent, little smacking sounds filling the office as you both breathed each other in. he helped you straddle him properly so you were seated sideways on his lap, your legs draped over his, all his focus on you as he buried his face into your neck.
“god you smell so good,” he whispered against your pulse point, nose brushing there.
“so fucking sweet, i hate being away from you even for a few hours,” you let out a breath, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
“i missed you too koo...”
“then don’t leave me again or at least come here more often.”
“did you enjoy being back at the library today? what did you do?” he listens with rapt concentration, a fond look on his face as you talk about how you spend your time at the library and how good you felt, his smile getting wider when you mention that you thought of him too. his hand slid down your thigh, rubbing the skin below your skirt. your bodies pressed close as your hands wrapped around his neck. you reached up and tucked the escaped strands of his hair behind his ear then smoothed them back.
“your hair is messy,” you whispered and he smiled against your mouth.
“fix it for me then wife,” you did carefully tucking the strands into his man bun while he watched you, placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist. once satisfied, you rested your head on his shoulder and he turned slightly to reach for his laptop, pulling it closer while keeping you securely on his lap. for a few minutes he tried to focus on work, typing one handed while his other arm stayed wrapped around you.
“just need to reply to this one email real quick.”
“stay right here, it feels good having you like this while i work.”
you hummed contentedly, happy to be in his presence as well but as the minutes passed, the closeness became too much and you grew squirmy, fidgeting on his lap. every subtle movement made you brush against the thick bulge in his pants and even though none of you commented on it, the sexual tension was palpable. your pussy throbbed emptily, remembering exactly how full and stretched he made you feel several nights ago when he took your virginity, it felt too long ago. your short skirt had ridden up dangerously high on your thighs from all the subtle movements, exposing more of your soft flesh. your ass cheek pressed so intimately against him. you could feel the heat radiating from his powerful body and the way he was hardening slowly even more making him nestle lewdly right against your panties between your pussy lips. you just couldn’t remain still, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. hoping he wouldn’t notice your desperation, you began rocking your hips slowly, grinding down ever so slowly against his hard length. the sudden friction makes you whine against his chest and you pray he doesn't hear you. your hips roll again, your pussy leaking on your panties from your arousal.
“mmh..” you shudder. jungkook's fingers paused mid type on the keyboard, exhaling hard on your ear, his hand tightening on your hip stilling you for a moment.
“baby…you're killing me,” he groaned, dark amusement on his face that made your stomach flutter. you knew he was completely aware of exactly what you were doing. he grabbed your waist and positioned you so you straddled one of his thick muscular things. the sudden pressure between your legs made you squeak but he shushed you, holding you momentarily in place.
“you miss it don’t you? my cock filling you up..”
“yes.” you breathed, your shyness fading in the haze of the moment.
“i miss that feeling so much. you were so big… i want you inside me again,” he groans at your words, his jaw clenching hard and how you don’t hesitate to ask what you want drives him mad every time as he kisses the top of your head.
“i want it too more than anything but i need you healed first. i was so worried about you after seeing you sore and bleeding. fuck, i don’t wanna rush and make you hurt again,” you let out a frustrated whine, your hips pressing down on his thigh. both of you breathe heavier now as his cock twitches on your thigh while he could no longer bring himself to focus on the screen.
“how does this feel?” he flexed his thigh muscles a bit and you moaned sharply at the new sensation, your head falling on his chest.
“too much pressure on you right now?” you shake your head frantically.
“it feels good…”
“yeah?” his teeth grit as your hips rolled once again, his thigh now perfectly pressed between your legs, his free hand trailing up your side to cup the full weight of one of your breasts through the fabric of your blouse, his thumb immediately finding and circling your nipple until it pebbled and had you writhing further in his lap.
“so needy already huh?” he growls. you bit down hard on your lower lip, your face turning red as embarrassment and excitement warred through you.
“i… i didn’t mean to koo, it's just… y-you're so hard under me,” your voice came out breathy and pleading without you being able to stop yourself. your movement caused your soaked panties to slide on his dress pants and he encouraged your movements by helping you hump him properly. while his other hand deftly unbuttoned the top few buttons of your blouse with ease as he pulled the fabric aside to expose your bra.
“goddammit,” he grumbles in approval. he doesn’t waste any time to tug the cups down, freeing your full perky breasts into his waiting palms and your bra underneath pushes them up perfectly, making them look even bigger. he envelops one entirely in his hand, kneading the flesh with just enough pressure for your back to arch into him while your thighs tremble from riding his thigh.
“look at you squirming on my thigh like you can't help it,” his thigh presses upward as he bounces you slightly on his lap, watching the way your boobs jiggle erotically. his words and actions have you growing heady, your lips parted with your pants.
“love these tits,” he growled as he pinched both nipples lightly between his fingers, tugging and rolling them until you let out a long moan.
“ahhh koo!” you yelp. he soothed the sensitive peaks immediately afterward by thumbing them gently, alternating between caresses and squeezes that made your pussy clench emptily, it felt like he was playing with your clit from how raw your nipples felt. your hips moving more openly now wantonly grinding against his thigh, bouncing on him and he watches with half lidded eyes, his lips curled up.
“that’s it.”
his hand slipped under the hem of your rumpled skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing the soaked fabric aside to stroke your folds, two fingers parting your wet lips to glide through the copious essence.
“koo…koo,” you whimper now, rocking onto his working fingers as well as he circles your clit. it was building higher and higher until you felt like you might collapse right there on his lap. you needed him so much.
“are you still sore baby?” jungkook asked through the heavy lust in his voice, he was still concerned about you. his fingers continued their exploration, pausing right at your fluttering entrance without pushing inside, just rubbing the lips while his other hand kept lavishing attention on your exposed breasts.
“tell me the truth sweetheart. i need to know,” his mouth found the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking at the skin before soothing it with his tongue.
“no... no i'm not. i promise i want you inside please.” you beg brokenly, hips chasing his fingers.
“even just a little p-please,” you stammer. he lets out an animal noise at your words, not being able to stop himself, all the hesitation gone from the way you beg for him so sweetly. he'd give you everything you wanted and more.
“okay baby okay.” he takes a deep breath.
“but only the tip yeah? don’t wanna push you,” he kissed the tip of your nose and you let out a small sob of relief, nodding against him and biting onto his shirt. he shifted you in his lap to free his cock from his slacks causing the length to spring out, slapping audibly against your inner thigh. you watched with hooded eyes, feeling your heart race at having his beastly rod close to your pussy after so long as he rubbed it slowly along your dripping slit, coating you with his precum as well. you were dripping so much that he believed that he didn’t even have to prep you with his fingers again, you were already incredibly stretched from taking him and also from the immense fingering. he teased your clit with the tip of his cock with deliberate nudges that had you whimpering as he slid up and down.
“are you ready for me sweet girl?” he puffs out hot breath on your ear making you shiver and cling to him harder. the position was new as well, the fact that you both were doing it in his office, half clothed made you more aroused than anything even though the door was locked.
“i wanna hear your voice y/n…” he orders when you just nod dumbly.
“y-yes please ahh—” your voice breaks on a sob as you felt his breath hitch too when he felt your slick heat envelop just the very tip of his cock and you were so wet that he slipped just a little bit inside like a magnet.
“fuck fuck,” he lets out a string of curses, eyes closing at the feeling of your tightness once again, he could never get used to this feeling. your pussy was fucking heaven. just the fat tip felt like he was stretching you impossibly, though it didn’t give you any burning sensation like it did when you lost your virginity. just pressure and the urge to take more. he kept his hips still refusing to buck up even an inch despite his cock pulsing with urgent need and the veins along it as he rubbed the leaking top right at your entrance.
“uh... uh… yes,” you hiccuped. wet sounds were all that could be heard along with both your breathy noises as he nudged forward another fraction of an inch, parting your lips with patience.
“so fucking wet for me already,” he husks out as he cups the back of your neck to keep your face close to his. you just took the tip but you were already clenching so tight, like you never wanted to let go but he could see you struggling.
“breathe for me yeah? i don’t wanna hurt you,” he palmed your ass to relax you. he inched forward slowly with a wet squelch making your thighs tremble uncontrollably against his lap as you felt every bit of his tip and probably the two more inches he allowed you to take without being fully inside. sweat was already beginning to bead along his forehead and chest as he kissed along your collarbone, sucking lightly on the skin before pulling back to watch your face intently and the way your head was thrown back.
“that's it… feel how wide you're opening for me? god such a good girl for me,” you clutched him harder when he gave a tiny thrust, not to put his entire cock inside but for a little friction. you were so damn tight around him he could barely think straight.
“tell me how it feels? use your words for me.”
“s-so good nghh gosh!” it felt so good but you felt so impatient and didn't like how the rest of you felt empty, you needed him all the way inside, the way he completes the emptiness inside you and the way he bulges your stomach. when it hurt so good but the sensation was otherworldly. your whimpers turn broken as you try to sink down further but jungkook's strong hands on your hips hold you firmly, keeping you impaled on just that thick head for what feels like torture. you wanted more, needed it and your entire body itself was craving it. the tip was not enough. more of your slick gushed out around him, dripping down his heavy balls, he groaned deeply and shifted his hips in the upward nudge that made the tip press insistently against you.
“nnn… please…”
“shit slow, baby slow,” he warned against your neck when he realized that you were squirming so much and he didn't want to mistakenly get inside you. he loved seeing you like this, shaking from just the head of his dick, dripping everywhere and making such a mess on him.
“my good girl… taking what i give you,” his fingers found your nipples again, rolling them between his thumbs as you nearly sobbed. finally the overwhelming hunger overtook you completely and with a drawn out cry, you bore down hard, your legs tightening around his waist as you sank lower and lower into his immense length not taking much effort from how much honey you were producing.
“ahh!” you cried. inch by inch he disappeared inside your core as your eyes watered and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. this new position made him reach even deeper inside you, like he was literally just inside your stomach. jungkook's head tipped back against the chair with a primal roar, shocked and pleased at how you'd abruptly just taken him inside. the noise from his mouth seemed to come from the depths of his soul, his fingers digging into your thighs as he fought every instinct to slam up into you.
“oh my fucking god baby!” he gasped. his mouth parting more as you squeezed him hard inside you, your tears spilling on his shirt.
“you little m-minx,” he stammers.
“i told you just the tip and here you are swallowing every fucking inch like you can't live without it huh?” he growls. he was pressing right against your cervix and you were fully mindless, like he was rearranging your insides with his sheer size. your ass finally met his thighs completely, your bodies flush and locked together as your legs wrapped tighter around him. you were only capable of mumbling nonsense, your head thrashing side to side, your pussy clenching rhythmically around him, milking him drawing out shaky moans from his throat too.
“jungkook!” you sobbed when he pulled you closer, making him sink even deeper as his heart hammered against your breasts.
“ohh koo, you're so big… i can't, i can't.. it's too much,” your body movements and your words said otherwise as you fisted his hair, both of you throbbing connected together. he pressed a kiss against your ear, panting against it as he held you there without thrusting yet, just savoring the way your bodies were completely joined. you watched with teary eyes as his free hand reached blindly for the laptop.
“you feel so fucking good wrapped around me baby. missed you so damn much,” his other hand reached down, collecting your slick from where you both were connected and you leaked out, using it over your clit and rubbing, it had you gasping and grinding down harder against him. the pleasure pain filled you all over as your toes curled, your hands fisting from the overload of everything as he held you affectionately even though his body screamed at him to take you hard, to press you against his desk, and to pound your pussy stupid until you forget your own name. but he won't. never. not while you're still getting used to him.
“are you okay baby?” he kissed against your lips and you nodded shakily, his hand coming up to wipe some of your tears away.
“now be a good girl and warm my cock while i finish these reports yeah?” he pressed another kiss on your shoulder, resting his forehead there.
“don't move too much or i'll have to punish you later,” his degrading words mixed with care sent a thrill through you. you loved how caring and filthy he could be. the thought of him punishing you made you more frightened, heart racing with the possibilities. it was torment for both of you, him inside you twitching, the constant pressure without moving. you tried to obey him, settling fully onto his lap with your legs around him as you rested your cheek against his chest, listening to the click clack of his keyboard as he typed one handed even though his entire body was filled with tension and you wondered how he managed to work like that while he was releasing precum cum inside you and his cock thrashing. the fullness was maddening as every second passed as you throbbed around him and clenched more of your essence, leaking all around him and soaking his big balls. you couldn't remain still, your hips began to betray you, subtly feeling him shift and drag inside your pussy.
“haah… haah,” you bite your lower lip but couldn't stifle the noises. you could feel him nudging your g-spot and you felt closer to the release without him thrusting even once. your breathing grew ragged against the side of his neck, your whimpers escaping as you pulled hard on his shirt, one button threatening to break.
“koo… i can't… it feels so good.”
“uhnn...” you whined.
jungkook chuckles darkly against you, the vibration traveling straight down to where you were impaled on him making you spasm harder around his cock. he didn't stop typing but one hand slipped down once again, finding your clit perfectly. the pad of his thumb began to rub lazily right on the tip of your clit that had retreated from the hood from how horny you were. short little “ah ahs” leave you as he keeps you balanced right on the edge of the orgasm, never granting you the release you crave as your thighs quiver with every slow swirl of his thumb making you gush on his lap, some even driving down on the chair beneath. your hips grind harder, wanting more friction, more depth, more of everything. you wanted to cry out loud, your butt quivering too while he calmly worked.
“having a hard time baby?” he occasionally flexes his cock just to hear you gasp and you couldn't even speak. a sudden knock on the office door shattered the silence, making you jolt violently in his lap as fear went through you.
“oh god...” you panted. your heart raced in your chest as your cheeks flushed even redder, you desperately clung to jungkook's muscular chest burying your face into the safety of his chest. his heart thrummed where your lips were pressed showing that he was just as excited from the thrill.
“someone's here, t-they'll see us like this, they’ll know!” you whisper frantically. even though your pussy nervously clenched around his still buried cock in a few tight spasms that make him throb inside you as he groans. the added stimulation forces another spurt of his precum to leak against your walls, embarrassing wetness leak around where you both were connected. the scent of sex seemed impossibly strong in the room. you felt exposed yet impossibly full of him as your body kept on betraying you by squeezing him even harder, making it hard for him to remain still and not thrust into you.
“shh it's okay, baby… i've got you,” jungkook rumbles reassuringly into your hair, his arms wrapped around your waist, securely holding you against his chest. his other hand remained casually on the desk as if nothing were amiss.
“no one will know that you're impaled all the way on my cock like a good little wife… warming me so perfectly.”
“you trust me right?” he insists. he cupped the side of your face, looking into your glistening eyes as you swallowed and nodded shakily. with quick fingers he adjusted your skirt, spreading the fabric so it draped modestly over your joined bodies completely hiding the obscene sight of his big cock inside your pussy, also pushing your bra up to cover your breasts and buttoning up your blouse. from any outside perspective, it would simply look like you were perched innocently on your husband's lap for a cuddle during his long workday. your face hidden against his chest. your head spun with the humiliated arousal and the fear of getting caught as another trickle of your juices escaped, your lower body squirming, not being able to sit still.
“come in,” jungkook called out. his voice was completely normal as if he wasn't balls deep inside your cunt at the very moment. the door opened, and an employee stepped inside holding a stack of files, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you sitting so intimately on the ceo's lap. though he quickly turned his expression to one of polite as always, he was intimidated by jungkook.
“mr. jeon i have the reports you asked for—oh i didn’t realize you had company. should i come back later?” he asked hesitantly. his gaze flicking once more toward your form before dropping respectfully to the floor. you kept your face completely buried against jungkook's chest, a gasp leaving you as you were completely hyperaware of the employee's presence and every inch of his cock as your pussy flutters even more. shameful excitement warred within you. jungkook didn’t miss a single beat, one hand continued gently stroking up and down your back, his fingers occasionally dipping lower to trace the curve of your ass through the skirt.
“leave them here on the desk and make sure we’re not disturbed for the next hour, also cancel all the meetings for the day and lock the door on your way out.”
the employee nodded quickly, murmuring apologies and casting one last glance at your position before retreating hastily. the door clicked shut behind him, the lock clicking into place with a click. jungkook lets out a low, wicked laugh, tilting your chin up with two fingers for a rough kiss. his hips gave one teasing thrust that made you moan.
“see? all safe baby, no one knows how full you are.”
“now… where were we?” your flushed face remained buried on his chest panting, your skirt arranged over where you both were joined. a whimper escaped you as his cock dragged against that spongy spot inside, sending sparks of pleasure through you, making your nipples tighten inside your blouse. it felt painful to have them constricted suddenly when they were out freely.
“jungkook...” you whisper shakily.
“no one's coming in for the rest of the afternoon. it's just you and me now. you like that hm?” he laps against your pulse on your throat and you nod, bottom lip quivering. you started rocking more profoundly while milking his length from how much essence you released and jungkook groaned, gripping your hips while his own hips thrust up to your downward motions.
“that's it.” he murmured against your ear nipping it, knowing how it's so sensitive and makes you moan every time.
“rock on my cock just like that. let me feel how much this greedy little pussy missed being stuffed full of me,” his fingers pressed even more firmly against your swollen clit now, rubbing side to side so hard your thighs shake and your back arches instinctively against his chest while he swells further inside you if that was even possible, both of your heartbeats pounding so hard.
“this pussy was made for me right?” he bites out with clenched teeth.
“yes ahh fuck yes, it was made for you, only you,” he growls at the way you curse so sweetly while you rocked faster against him, unable to resist the friction. it was not enough, it was slow, not one of euphoria when he fucked you so good. your clit ground against his pubic bone with every roll of your hips.
“shitt princes...” his hips bucked up sharply and hard and it punched the air from your lungs. a glare on his face, he looked so angry from holding himself back, his expression made you tremble.
“fuck i can't hold back anymore… i need to move.” he admitted hoarsely.
“yes—yes—” you babbled. his hand gripped your ass hard enough to leave marks and to hold you steady as he began to thrust up into you properly this time, dragging his cock almost fully out, leaving you empty before sinking back in to the hilt in one smooth motion hitting your g-spot so fucking well.
“jungkook, jungkook!” you murmur his name repeatedly, his brows furrowing in concentration. he dragged his cock inside you, each glide getting wetter filthier and more addictive. it made squelching noises with every unhurried thrust of his as you made a mess on his lap, some spurting and dripping down his chair. his heavy balls slapped against your wet folds, making pat pat pat noises, the pornographic noises and both of your moans turned him even animalistic, his movements causing the chair beneath you both to creak as well.
“oh my god koo..” you squealed out with a whine as your teeth sunk into the skin of his neck, tasting him while the sensual rhythm had your entire body bouncing on him, your nails digging into his shoulders through the shirt. he circled your clit faster now, pressing and rubbing while rolling his hips as you saw stars behind your eyelids.
“ahnn… mm… ngh…” that's all you were capable of letting out despite your best efforts to stay quiet and you didn't know if people outside the office could hear.
“people might hear, ohh koo please,” you managed to sob between his thrusts which ended in another moan as he did this grinding motion after pressing perfectly against your cervix and you clenched tight on him.
“ugh damn it,” jungkook snarled, his hips never faltering.
“let me hear how well i fuck my wife,” he pulled you down on his cock.
“i want every single person in this building to know this perfect little pussy belongs to their boss,” he pinched your swollen clit between his fingers making your body jerk as you scream out squeezing and rippling more slick arousal. it happened so suddenly that your mind couldn't catch up to it, your entire lower body reacted as you sobbed loudly.
“jungkook! i'm cumming oh fuck, i can't—”
your orgasm crashed over you powerfully, like you had fallen from a height and your vision blurred, your entire body shook as pleasure took over every inch of you. his cock continues thrusting as you came hard while you keened trying to hold back your screams.
“ahh!” your juices gushed out around his shaft, soaking him completely and jungkook breathes hard at the sensation.
“such a good fucking wife creaming all over me so prettily mm yeah… shit.”
you spurted more hearing his words as he mumbles praises against your hair, feeling you around him. he slowed his thrusts more and deeply through your climax, drawing it out while his fingers never stopped flicking your clit, smearing your cum everywhere painting you with it. even as the aftershocks continued, your muscles twitching and everything felt overly sensitive.
“you can do one more for me baby,” he placed a kiss against your cheek.
“i can't i can't.” you chanted with a sob.
“shh you can… just focus on what you're feeling… doing so good for me,” his hips rolled in and out of your creamy heat with long strokes that kept you riding the high without ever letting you fully come down. each drag and push kept building the edge again, the noises grew more wet as he sloppily fucked you. your cum coated his entire dick and his balls while his fingers continued to play with your folds and clit, teasing you as well while chasing his release. time seemed to lose all its meaning, it felt endless from how he kept on going, his mouth meeting yours hotly, full of shared breaths and tangling of tongues as he breathes harshly after pulling back.
“you're so tight baby...” he hisses brokenly like you're trying to cut off his blood flow.
“this pussy was made to take my cock all day long wasn't it? made just for me to fill and love like this,” your second orgasm approached quickly enough even more intensely than the last, coaxed by him while he made sure not to hurt you or overstimulate you with careful rubs on your clit while he constantly praised you.
“just let go whenever you want baby,” he coos. your body shook as it finally washed over you again, your pussy spasming wildly around his thickness.
“koo!” you cried out his name again and again, not caring that people could possibly hear you outside, feeling like no logical or rational thought mattered. jungkook groaned as your orgasm seemed to trigger his as well as he pumped you a few more times before he buried himself to the hilt with a roaring noise and released spurts and spurts of cum inside you, filling you to the brim. both of you shook together while he held you close making sure that your pussy took every bit of his white mess, still slightly fucking you lazily and thoroughly. not pulling out just yet and enjoying the feeling of buried so deeply inside you. his cock is warm and happy in this little cunt where he belongs… right here with you, his everything. his cock pulsed inside you, cum beginning to leak out as your pussy fluffed exhaustingly. jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist as he stroked up and down your back soothingly.
“i've got you...” he murmurs huskily, his man bun was slightly disheveled from exertion.
“you did so fucking good for me… took every inch. how does that pretty pussy feel now hm?” you whimpered burying your face into his neck, taking in the scent of the remnants of your shared pleasure.
“i can feel you leaking out of me…” you whispered bashfully as another small trickle of his cum slid down your inner thigh. he lets out a soft chuckle, one hand sliding down to cup your ass cheek.
“yeah? gonna keep it there a little longer while i hold you,” he didn't pull out right away, instead he rocked the chair back and forth in a rhythm while cradling you and you felt sleepy almost and so loved in a haze of afterglow. he kissed wherever he found your skin exposed, his own breathing becoming regular. his cock has long softened inside you but your occasional twitches made him clench his jaw, his cock hardening a little more once again.
“was it too much?” he asked, pulling back just enough to search your eyes, his hand moving to your front palm resting over your lower belly where you could still feel the bulge of him inside.
“i need to know.” he rasps.
“i'm good… just shaky. you always make me feel so much,” you admitted, a smile on your lips despite the exhaustion and he hummed in approval. he simply held you like that for a while instead of focusing on how his cock was hardening again, caressing your thighs where his handprints were. he kissed the hickies on your collarbone that never seemed to fade because he was always making new ones every day. eventually he couldn't take it any longer and not wanting to overstimulate you, his cock was fully hard once again. he hated being separated from you but he'd probably end up fucking you a few more times if he stayed inside which he understood would be too much for you. he carefully eased you out and both of you groaned as his cock slipped out of your dripping pussy with a wet obscene sound that made you blush hard. a tiny gush of his cum followed, coating your thighs and jungkook groaned at the sight, using his fingers to gently push some of it back inside you.
“stay just like this for me tonight yeah? want you thinking of me,” your eyes lowered shyly as he reached for the pack of wet wipes in his desk drawer cleaning you both gently, wiping your core with soft dabs that made you hiss at the sensitivity then his own cock that you looked at with wide eyes because he was hard again as he put his pants back on, taking a few breaths, willing for him to calm down though he doubted it would. he held you still, understanding that your legs were wobbling as he fixed your skirt back down and your blouse.
“there we go...”
he can't have his girl walking out looking too fucked out even though you look sexy as hell right now but it was only for him to see. his employees knew better than to stare at you before he fired all of them on the spot and either way he was planning to take you out himself.
“listen baby, i want you to be ready for tonight. i'm taking you out on a proper date,” he muses. you stared at him as he fixed your hair.
“a-a date?” he chuckled and nodded as his hands skimmed your waist.
“be waiting for me when i get home. i'll pick you up after i wrap up these last things from here,” he wanted to leave with you but he couldn't ignore the incoming works and he wanted to finish everything so he was yours for the rest of the night and probably even the day after. you nodded with a racing heart, you couldn't believe he was asking for a date so innocently after pumping you full of his cum.
“okay... but my legs are so shaky right now. how am i supposed to walk out of here?” a laugh escaped you as you clung to his shirt, feeling giddy and he grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“that's my fault huh? come on baby, i'll carry you.”
you yelped as he stood picking you up like you weighed nothing. you didn't think that he'd take your words too seriously. he took the private elevator directly to the garage so you wouldn't fall under the eyes of any workers, he didn't wanna overwhelm you and mainly because he was a selfish man not wanting anyone to put eyes on his wife. he walked to his car and settled you inside, signaling at the driver, who straightens up immediately.
“take a warm bath, pamper yourself and i'll handle everything else yeah?” his thumb brushed over your bottom lip and you looked at him with dazed eyes as he leaned in stealing another kiss from you, having no urge to leave you even for a few hours when you're so full of him and his cock was so warm inside you. it's scary how much he needs you.
“you make me so fucking happy you know that?” you melted a little more, pressing one last kiss against his jaw.
“i feel the same koo...” jungkook's eyes softened and he pulled you against his chest one last time, chin resting on your head.
“text me when you're home safe,” he gave your ass a gentle pat, making you giggle shyly as he helped you gather yourself, your pussy still throbbing under your panties as the excitement for the date buzzed through you mixing with his touches. you couldn’t for tonight.
you stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, the dress jungkook had sent over earlier that evening hugged every bit of your curve like his hands would. it was a satin babydoll style short dress in a light pastel color, it showed off your breasts perfectly, giving a generous view of your cleavage and ended just below your ass. it was pretty yet sexy at the same time and you couldn’t stop blushing in front of the mirror since you wore it. the brand of the dress had your eyes widening too and the price tag.
you shifted your weight, doing minimal makeup and you got ready earlier than you're supposed to because you’ve been feeling restless and full of anticipation and also put on matching heels with the dress. you showered after coming home, trying to hold yourself back from touching yourself to the memories of how he'd taken you in his office.
you sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing, legs bouncing, before you decided to grab your phone. biting your lip with a smile, you decided to take a picture for him. you snapped a photo, arching your back slightly to capture the curve of your ass and angling your body in a way so your breasts are visible too. you looked glowing, well fucked and ready for him.
jungkook stepped inside the house, his suit jacket already slung over one shoulder, tie loosened and the first few buttons undone. the moment his eyes landed on you, waiting in the living room dressed in what he'd sent, a possessive rush came in him. he loved having you wearing his money, your skin still carrying that post intimacy glow from earlier in the day.
“baby,” he breathes out, dropping his jacket on the bed before closing the distance.
“you look fucking breathtaking. missed you like hell today,” he pulled you into his arms immediately, one hand splaying across your lower back, his lips finding yours, tongue teasing the seam of your mouth until you parted for him and you whimpered happily in his mouth as he kissed you senseless like he hadn't seen you in weeks instead of hours.
“it's only been a few hours,” you grin.
“felt like years,” he groans, nuzzling your cheek before pulling back just enough to look at you.
“ready for our date?” you nodded bashfully and he kissed the back of your hand and freshened himself up before guiding you to the car, his eyes raking over your back appreciatively and you swayed your hips intentionally just because you knew he was watching. he drove to a private rooftop garden terrace that he'd rented entirely for the night, fairy lights draped overhead and flowers everywhere with a single set table overlooking the city and soft music played in the background. no staff lingered, everything was prearranged for complete privacy and he'd spent a fortune to ensure it.
“wow jungkook... this is incredible,” you take in the sight.
“you really did all this for us?” jungkook turned to you with a smile, pulling you into his arms.
“of course i did baby. i wanted it to be just you and me, no interruptions at all,” you both sat at the table, talking while you enjoyed the food. both of you sharing about your days as he listened to whatever you said with rapt attention, his eyes never leaving your face, reaching across to intertwine your fingers.
“i love seeing you happy like this,” you squeezed his hand.
“it's because of you…” you croaked.
after the meal he led you to a coach lounge area and pulled you in his arms. both of you enjoyed the silence in each other's presence as apocalypse by cigarettes after sex played. it felt like it was just the two of you and this romantic intimacy. your eyes fall on a bottle of wine that was inside an ice bucket on the table that jungkook didn't even touch. you noticed it immediately, the bottle. your gaze lingered on the unopened wine a bit, distracted as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. memories of your father flashed briefly and the way he used to be in his worst state when he was drunk and would break things, used to beat your mother badly, the first ever time when he raised his hand at you when you were five was also when he was drunk. that's why you'd avoided alcohol yourself even when you reached the appropriate age and also didn't feel comfortable being around people drinking altogether. jungkook knew that by heart and never drank with you by his side, he doesn't even remember drinking just proper wine after marriage. once upon a time the trauma was deep seated in you always but it didn't grip you like before now after you'd started healing with jungkook. you turned to him, hands fidgeting.
“jungkook… i wanna try some, a little i guess, with you,” he paused, searching your eyes carefully.
“you wanna try wine with me?” you swallowed and nodded and he didn't say anything for a few seconds.
“baby are you sure? you don't have to, i never drink around you because i know how it makes you feel. why are you suddenly saying this?” he asked concernedly. you look down at your fingers
“because.. i want to... i wanna let go of my past and experience new things a-and i trust you,” you looked at him with glistening eyes and he cupped your cheek, softness on his face after hearing your words and how safe you felt in his presence to be wanting to try this.
“yeah? alright baby, only because you wanna try but we'll go with one small glass.”
“we stop the second you feel off okay?” he mentions it again to make sure.
“i trust you,” you say again, leaning into him.
“i know you won't hurt me, you're nothing like him, i... i wanna see what its like,” he kissed your forehead and nodded.
“alright love, small sips,” he poured you a modest glass of the rich red wine then a bit for himself when you insisted.
“only because you want me to share this with you,” he was more than happy with you wanting to try it and he didn't wanna trigger your past by doing it himself but the way you looked at him made it hard for him to deny you. the first sip made you hum at the taste despite the bitterness as you took another almost immediately, feeling a looseness spread through your limbs as you nestled deeper into his arms while jungkook monitored your every expression protectively. jungkook was used to handling more strong alcohols and this was nothing compared to them, but as you finish half the glass he could feel the changes in you
“you're already getting tipsy huh?” he took the glass from your hand and set it aside.
“that's enough for you tonight baby, i don't want you feeling sick,” you giggled, actually giggled, feeling lighter than usual like all your stress has been washed away as you turned in his lap, straddling him and rested your head on his chest, your arms around his neck.
“mmm you're so warm and big… my pretty husband,” you let out in a rush of breath. jungkook froze before letting out a delighted laugh as he held you close.
“pretty? that's a new one,” he stroked your sides, you were so damn adorable to him, it made him want to kiss you silly as you turned your head, kissing the mole under his lips sloppily before capturing his mouth in a messy kiss.
“this mole is especially pretty,” you slur feeling more bold as the alcohol loosened your tongue.
“mhmm?” he sighed as your hands roamed on his chest.
“dance with me?” he chuckled and nodded, guiding you in the middle. this reminded him of the early days of your marriage when you'd joined him at the party and you'd let him touch you for the first time. he relished in those memories. you both danced under the stars, your body pressed flush against him, hips swaying lazily as the music changed to a much more sensual one. he held you, one hand on your lower back, the other cradling your hand, he spun you suddenly making you giggle. your lips brushed on his as you breathed the same air, a whimper leaving you as you felt his hardness growing against your belly but he never pushed, simply swaying with you but your drunk state took all the hesitation away from you.. not a single bit of shyness left.
“you're so good to me,” you mumbled against his skin, playing with the hair. your deepest fantasy coming out that you've never said aloud but feeling the urge to confess so much, that your sober state wouldn't even dare to.
“i love when you eat my pussy you know? your tongue is my favorite, so warm and wet licking me so slowly and ah—” your voice breaks off on a moan when you trip on your feet.
“careful,” he grips your arms and guides you to sit back down as he realizes that you're increasingly losing control. he groaned at your words, his own breathing grew heavier but his touches remained tender. you kept going, your hand gripping his shoulders as you looked at him with a giddy smile.
“i haven't forgotten... you know? you wanted to take my ass, you promised,” you pouted.
“why don't you talk about it anymore huh?” you gripped the collar of his shirt. you had so many dirty thoughts and the alcohol running through your veins made you feel horny too, thinking of how you wanted to use his mouth to your will, ride his face and make a mess and wanted his cock between your breasts once again, you wanted everything and more. you wanted him to do you, the thought of drunk sex sent fire through you. you could see that his eyes were getting darker with desire, pupils blown as he reduced your kiss to a few seconds instead, his own head growing dizzy at the taste of you and wine mixed together. he didn't add more to your words even though his whole body was reacting, his cock hardening to a rock.
“easy. you're drunk now princess. i want you to drink some water okay?” he grabbed the jug to pour you some water and you shook your head clumsily.
“n-no, i'm not drunk,” you protested. your arms wrapped around him once again.
“you're mine,” you kissed his cheek wetly, giggling as his heart swelled, half lidded eyes full of adoration falling in yours.
“i'm yours always angel,” he pecked your forehead before helping you sit upright.
“here, drink some water,” he made you sip some water before you settled back into his body as he held you. he felt loose and relaxed too, not even tipsy but with you here and having a drink after a while made him feel good. he couldn't help himself and pulled out a single cigarette. he didn't really smoke a lot around you and he'd reduced it a lot that he rarely smoked now since you came into his life because he faced less stress but the looseness urged him to have one. he lights it and takes a slow drag, his shoulder drops further as he glances back at you with that devastatingly handsome smile. even in your fuzzy head, he looked so good as you watched the way his lips wrapped around the cigarette, heat bloomed in your belly and you bit your bottom lip.
“kook...” you slurred a little as you sat up.
“that looks… nice. can i try? just once?” you sounded awfully demanding and adventurous tonight to try a bunch of new things, though this time he didn't take it lightly. he turned, brows furrowing as the cigarette hovered away from his mouth.
“no baby, absolutely not,” he shakes his head as he takes another drag and blows the smoke away from you.
“you're already drunk, this shits harsh not happening,” you crawled to the edge of the couch and reached out for his hand
“please? you've had wine with me. i just wanna see what it feels like. i'm safe with you remember?” you gave him those doe eyes that he could never resist. he signed, running a hand through his hair but keeping the cigarette high and out of reach.
“baby no, you aren't used to it, this isn't for you.”
“but i feel so good right now,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“just once, pretty please?” he groaned, clearly torn as his free hand rubbed up and down your back while he stared down at your pleading eyes.
“fuck… you're too cute when you're like this, it's not fair,” he hesitated for a bit, brows furrowing.
“one single puff that's it. you get me?” his commanding tone makes your legs squeeze together but you nodded eagerly.
“deal.”
jungkook muttered something under his breath, he didn't mind spoiling you but when it's harmful for you, that's where he draws the line. he brought the cigarette carefully to your lips, there was something so erotic about sharing a cigarette together.
“suck just a little,” your eyes locked on his as you took a tentative pull but the smoke hit your throat sharp enough for you to catch up and you immediately pulled back, bursting into a fit of coughs as your eyes water.
“shit i told you,” jungkook quickly flicked the cigarette away into the ashtray and pulled you into his arms.
“breathe baby,” his jaw clenched as you kept coughing lightly against his shirt.
“you never listen to me,” there was no anger in his voice, just concern.
“are you okay?” his fingers stroked through your hair. you nodded but had a grin because everything felt so funny, even the way he looked so concerned.
“ugh it tastes bad. how do you do that?” jungkook chuckled, holding you tighter.
“i don't need it anymore when i have you,” he tilted your face up, kissing you.
“now be good and let me take care of my drunk little wife,” he knew one thing for sure, he was wrapped around your little finger.
he texted the driver with the other hand, knowing you had to go home and relax and you were too far gone to spend time here any longer. throughout the ride home he held you close in the backseat with your head rested against his shoulder and you kept pressing kisses on his neck the entire way, giggling every time the car turned a corner and you slid a little in his lap, your body felt hotter by the second feeling his bulge that he tried to keep away from you but couldn't from the way you were straddling him.
he carried you back inside the house, taking off your heels himself one handed while the other held you cradled like the strong man he was and you were swooning at it. he'd already dimmed the lights in the room, he kicked the bedroom shut behind him and set you down gently on the bed but you immediately reached for him by his shirt tugging him closer.
“koo… come here,” you whined. you felt so floaty and got so turned on as you looked up at him with adoring eyes as he stood before you, his bulge at your eye level.
“you're so fucking hot like... stupid hot. i think about your cock all the time,” he lets out a surprised laugh, his own cheeks tinting slightly.
“you're really feeling it tonight hmm?” he crouched in front of you, hands resting on your bare thighs.
“how are you feeling? nauseous? should i bring more water?” you shook your head immediately as you gripped him hard.
“no don't go. i feel so warm… i want you,” your hands slid up his chest, fingers fumbling a little with the buttons.
“let me suck your cock koo please? i want it in my mouth... i wanna taste you,” jungkook's breath hitched as his eyes squeezed shut, breathing a few times to regulate himself as his cock twitched in approval of your words. the last time he'd had you this bold was when you gave him your virginity and here you were doing it again. he caught your wandering hands gently before your hand could reach his hardness. you were driving him absolutely insane.
“you're drunk, we're not doing that tonight honey...”
he stood up about to walk away to grab a bottle of water but you held onto him, crawling forward and nuzzling your face against his crotch, rubbing against the hard length of him, coos leaving you repeatedly and he growled.
“but i want to... you like it when i give you head don't you? when i'm sloppy and wet,” your voice grows needy and high.
“i wanna choke on it. i want to look up at you while you fuck my throat... mm y-yes... please i'll be so good,” you slurred out longingly. he groaned loudly, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head, not pushing you closer but not pulling you away yet either. his resolve was weakening but he would never do anything while you're drunk, no matter how much you ask for it. his jaw was tight, breathing hard as he kept his bulge away from you.
“goddamn it, you're gonna kill me. listen to me love.”
he tilted your chin so you had to meet his eyes.
“you're tipsy right now and i'm not letting you suck me off when you're not fully sober. you might regret it tomorrow.”
“absolutely not happening,” you made a frustrated little sound still trying to reach for his belt.
“i won't regret it. i want your cum on my tongue… y-you always taste so good koo... mm a little salty.”
your pussy clenched as you let out a wanton moan, your legs squeezing together.
“and when you tell me i'm your good girl while i'm sucking… it makes me so wet,” jungkook exhaled shakily, gently guiding you back into the bed so you were lying down and he climbed over you, helping you settle.
“no matter what you say, my cock stays in my pants tonight,” you let out such a sad whine that it made his chest hurt as you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding up against him clumsily.
“h-hahh koo... mmph.”
you kept on babbling, not in your right mind.
“i want it. i want you to use my mouth. like a toy—” your voice breaks as you hiccup.
“i want you to cum all over my tits and then rub it or… or f-fuck oh, bend me over and spank me for being bad won't you?” his hips pressed down instinctively once letting you feel how hard he actually was before he pinned your hips still with one hand, not letting you hump him anymore. you were really being like a bunny in heat and if you weren't drunk, he'd most definitely fuck you senseless and do everything to you that he'd promised in the texts after the date. you were so honest while you were drunk.
“we're going to go over every single thing you said when you're sober but right now you're going to drink water and get sleep.”
“nooo,” you fussed childishly trying to tug his shirt up that was out of his pants already.
“can't i just lick your cock a little, just the tip? please please,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he rolled you both as you were lying on top of him instead.
“no sweetheart, not even the tip.”
you were slurring your words and your hands were shaking a little. he sees you and notices the littlest thing, no matter how frustrated he was, he wouldn't give you what he wanted. he was a man and a man knew how to control his desires and respect a woman be it his partner or someone else, nothing should be done non consensually when the other isn't in their right state of mind. his job was to take care of you and not take advantage. you buried your face in his neck, kissing and suckling.
“you're so mean…” you pouted hard and his thumb brushed on your bottom lip, your lipstick was a bit smudged too. he couldn't help but lean down for a peck making you laugh.
“i'm gonna dream about your cock now then, since you won't give it to me,” jungkook nodded.
“tomorrow when you're clear headed and asking, i'll let you do whatever you want to me, for now...” he reached over to grab the water bottle, helping you drink more.
“good girl.”
you drank obediently some water, dribbling down your chin that he wiped away with his thumb while you kept talking sleepily as he helped you out of the dress and grabbed a comfortable nightie of yours from the drawer, he unclasped your bra and took off your panties, never lingering his eyes on them, keeping his eyes fixed on your face instead as he finished putting the fabric on you.
“you promise you will fuck my ass one day?” you asked with a yawn, already growing sleepy as you lay under the covers he's draped over your body and he lets out a low gruff noise at how you're persistent about it and he kisses your forehead and nods.
“i promise,” you smiled happily, so unaware of the way he was getting blue balls, he definitely needed a cold shower after you slept. you drifted off with a few more mumbles curling against his chest.
“i… i think i love—” your words slurred off as sleep claimed you mid sentence as you drifted on his chest.
jungkook froze, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest as he looked down at your peaceful face. his shaky fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he leans his forehead close to yours, knowing in his heart what you were about to say, tears brimming in his eyes. his entire being was filled with so much overflowing love for you he felt overwhelmed with it that you didn’t even finish saying it yet it affected him hard. he starved to hear those three words from your mouth… yet he wondered if he actually deserved it. he feared something might take you away from him once again, good things don’t last too long in his life. he grabbed your makeup remover from where you keep your makeup items and started removing your makeup gently.
“koo…”
you mumble his name in your sleep, hand not letting go of his shirt and he knows he'll love you till his last breath. even then his soul would search and yearn for you in every afterlife and in every universe.
you stirred the next morning with a groan, your body feeling that heaviness, a hammering headache that made your head bury in the pillow. jungkook's arm was draped over your waist, his breath falling on your neck, his legs tangled with yours under the covers. you blinked awake little fragments of the previous night flicking through your mind, both of you dancing together, your body pressed against his, the date… you insisted on drinking a little and got drunk. you didn’t remember exactly what happened after getting fully drunk but you knew you said embarrassing stuff. bits and pieces you remembered about wanting to smoke his cigarette, wanting to suck his cock and how you'd been all over the place giggling and being silly. you also specifically remembered how you'd voiced your desire for him to take your ass. your cheeks reddened as you felt jungkook shift behind you, his arm tightening as he woke.
“morning baby, how's your head?”
you turned, not being able to face him as you hid your burning face against his chest.
“it's... okay, not too bad.”
“jungkook… did i… say a lot of stuff last night?” he chuckled, his hand pressing against your waist as you still didn’t face him.
“yeah you did. you were really cute though,” he pressed a kiss on top of your head and tilted your chin up so you would look at him. his eyes sparked with amusement, though his lips were curved in a fond smile as he had the urge to tease you.
“you told me how much you love it when i eat your pussy… how much my tongue feels better than anything, that you get wet just from thinking about it and you kept kissing the mole right here—” he tapped the spot under his lips.
“i didn’t know you loved it so much huh?”
“oh my gosh.” you gasped, covering your face with both hands as you felt embarrassment wash over you. your cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“i can't believe i said that. i was drunk… i didn’t mean to just blurt everything out like that,” you were absolutely mortified but there was a tiny shameful part of you underneath who had the relief of having let those hidden desires surface. you probably wouldn’t ever dare to say that if you were sober. jungkook pried your hands away and leaned in to peck your nose, then your lips softly.
“hey don't hide from me… i loved hearing everything.”
“you made me so fucking hard baby but i didn’t let you drink more, brought you back home, changed your clothes and held you until you fell asleep,” your heart raced but from how he was so caring even at such times and never took advantage, like men like your father would or what you’ve assumed every other man to do as well. not everyone was abusive while drunk, jungkook proved you wrong every single day.
“i was such a mess though,” you peeked up at him through your lashes.
“i'm sorry if i embarrassed you or said too much.”
“never.”
he shook his head, pulling you closer as he held you close to him.
“you didn't embarrass me at all, you were honest, that's all i want from you,” he kissed you deeper this time, tongue brushing yours and when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“i'm glad you feel safe enough to say those things to me.”
you let out a shaky breath, the awkwardness fading under his gaze and his touches as your fingers traced the lines of his abs absentmindedly. you felt yourself open up more to him.
“i do trust you more than i ever did… last night it felt good to let go even if i don’t remember every second.”
“i was all over you i guess,” you flush. jungkook grinned.
“you definitely were, kept telling me how hot i am when i moan and to spank you…”
he placed kisses against your collarbone, your eyes widening at his words.
“i had to keep reminding you that you were tipsy and we'd wait till you were sober.”
you laughed and hid your face in the crook of his neck again.
“stop reminding me i sound like a horny teenager.”
“you sound like my wife.” he corrected warmly as his fingers played with your hair, massaging your scalp and making you hum.
“my beautiful sexy as hell wife and i wouldn’t change a second of it.”
he paused, he first thought he wasn’t going to mention it but he ended up doing it reluctantly.
“you almost told me you l-loved me before you fell asleep or at least... it sounded like that before you drifted off,” your breath caught, lips parting but he placed a finger on your lips, cutting off your words as your glistening eyes meet his emotion filled ones.
“jungkook…”
“you don’t have to say anything now.” he murmurs.
“we've got time all the time in the world,” you gulp at his words as he pulls you closer, looking down at you softly.
“we do right…? we got lots of time?” there was something in your voice, something that scared the both of you but he nodded, kissing the inside of your palm.
“we do,” and you believed so, he wasn’t going anywhere, neither were you.
“how about we start the day slow? i'll make breakfast then we can just… watch something or just be on the couch, whatever you want.”
you nodded with a smile.
“that sounds perfect,” the weight of your earlier words was still there and he felt it.
“thank you for taking care of me last night, for always taking care of me.”
“always,” he promised sincerely as his hand caressed your side, both your noses nuzzling together, he smirked wanting to ease things.
“we'll talk more about those drunk confessions later, i've got plans for all of them.”
you swatted his chest playfully, laughing.
“jungkook! you're impossible.”
he joined you in the laughter, eyes never leaving yours, devotion so palpable and also the whispered conversations that slowly made room for more to come.
the following weeks went on, it was like the real beginning of your marriage as you both fell into a routine. mornings started slow and intimate, usually you'd wake up tanged in jungkook's chest. both of you mostly slept naked together which would cause him to end up with an even bigger morning wood. that would always lead to you both kissing lazily as he groped you all over and then with the motions of his tongue, you knew exactly what he wanted to do. it was his usual dialogue almost every day.
“let me taste you before work.”
and you couldn't deny him as his mouth started the work and every time you came so much that you lost your mind, you didn't know if you'd ever get used to him eating your pussy. each time he made sure to kiss you after your orgasm so you'd taste yourself on his tongue. other mornings you returned the favor, you loved waking him with your mouth, his cock already half hard against his thigh. you'd lick him from the base to the tip, smiling as he slowly woke up.
“shit baby!” he'd groan, one hand guiding your head, you'd learned to relax your throat like a pro after the several times of giving him head and the way he'd taught you. you wouldn't pull back until he came down your throat and he called you his good girl. you both left for work most days now after showering together, mostly full of soapy touches and kisses, his hard cock pressed against your stomach. he wanted to do more you knew but usually didn't have time. you'd stand in front of him to tie his tie as always as he watched you with a soft gaze, not forgetting your usual forehead kiss. he'd drop you off at the library.
“text me when you get to the library and eat something proper okay? i worry about you.”
jungkook had also been teaching you to drive more seriously because the last time you both got a little distracted... on weekend afternoons he'd take you out in one of his less flashy cars to empty roads or big parking lots. he was always patient and encouraging even when you sometimes messed up.
“you're doing amazing, look how far you've come already.”
his praises were constant.
“focus sweetheart or do you want me to eat your pussy right here in the car if you nail this turn?” you'd laugh breathlessly, cheeks hot but you improved fast under his guidance and he kept his words, ate you out in the car when you'd learned to park the car perfectly.
“that's my wife, so smart and capable.”
instead of avoiding his words, you started to see yourself the way he viewed you as… you believed you were smart and capable of doing so much more. you both took turns cooking or sometimes side by side, you chopping the vegetables while he handled the cooking even though the majority of the time he wanted to be the one to cook for you. bam baby would always be the most excited when he had both of you around, running around and playing some afternoons. you both would play with him, spoiling him together. it was so therapeutic.
you spent hours in the library he'd built for you. he'd sit with his laptop while you curled up with a book, your legs draped over his lap. you'd squirm when his wandering fingers would trace your skin, sometimes slipping under your shorts to cup your pussy but nog demanding anything, just holding you there like putting his to claim every inch of your body. he'd say he missed you even after you both spent a few hours apart due to work, even when the texts were constant and the calls. you'd end up with his head between your thighs more often than not, sometimes the cuddling sesh would lead him to finger you on the couch while he'd lay his head on your breasts, latching on to your nipple and kneading your breasts as you pulled on his hair. you grew closer in every way, with conversations that would last late in the night with bodies pressed together. he'd talk about his work stresses and you'd listen playing with his hair as you both learned more of each other every day, even though there were no secrets but the little things were always learned and memorized. there were playful moments too, he'd chase you around the house just to pin you against the wall and kissing you senseless, bam would join in the chase, his barks and both of your laughter filling the space.
the sex was constant but varied, mostly oral while your body adjusted but there was penetration occasionally too, him eating you out and you'd repay him with sloppy wet blowjobs. that would occasionally lead to him fucking you missionary or in a spoon position, sweet and gently at first, looking into your eyes but it always ended up turning hungry and a bit rough at the end when you both grew desperate and your body has grown used to his size slowly as well. there wasn't always much lingering soreness but tiny bits of pain were there that were fading as more time went by. he was a sex beast in bed and his stamina was crazy even though you both had sex almost every day, it felt like he could go more but he never pushed like the gentleman he was. every day deepened the bond, he was completely wrapped in you while you felt cherished and desired in everyway. the house felt more like your home, no longer a prison or somewhere unknown, a lived in place filled with giggles, moans and so much love...
“hmm... baby.”
your husband lets out a contented murmur as he nuzzles his nose against your neck taking in your scent. fully basking in each other's warmth. you and jungkook have both decided to stay home today, cancelling all the responsibilities and just needing to spend the time with each other but most importantly, there has been this palpable sexual tension building since morning. every accidental brush of skin while making coffee or those glances across the table. you also noticed the way his hand rested a little too long on your lower back as he passed by thinking you wouldn't notice but every nerve inside you was way too aware of him. it was like the air you breathed. all of it had been building something.
you were in your comfort clothes, one of his oversized t-shirts that smelled so much of him that it made you feel lightheaded and simple panties. jungkook fresh from a light home workout, only wore sweatpants. there was still a light layer of sweat glistening on his skin from the post workout. he looked so sexually attractive even at times when he was being casual and wasn't trying to initiate anything.
your legs squeezed together as both of you pretended to watch some random show on the tv, the fluffy blanket thrown around your lower bodies that he'd brought for you after deciding to be lazy together this afternoon on the couch. neither of you was paying attention to the tv. your legs were tangled with his, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced along your thigh slowly and absentmindedly, inching higher with every pass. the touch was light but it still made your pussy tingle as your hand slightly curled on his chest from the sensations. you could feel the thud of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, it was faster than normal, it matched the way your own pulse had quickened. his free hand played with the ends of your hair, occasionally tugging gently which made you shift restlessly against him with tiny helpless noises that you hoped he wouldn't hear. you were so wanton for him and the way you were writhing made his shirt bunch around your waist revealing your tummy and panties. you were aroused and it was so evident that your panties had a wet patch in the middle and were sticking lewdly to your folds, the shape of your throbbing clit was almost visible if he looked close enough. just that both of you were doing a good job at ignoring it. the way his cock was half hard inside his sweatpants and pressing noticeably against your hip whenever you moved, he was just huge enough to always bump into you even when he wasn't fully hard. jungkook's deep husky voice broke the tense silence first as his heavy breathing fell against the top of your head.
“sweetheart... you've been squirming against me for the last twenty minutes.”
“do you think i don't notice how wet you're getting mhmm?” he chuckled softly as his fingers slipped just a little higher under the hem of the shirt brushing the edge of your panties.
“been driving me crazy all day haven't you… like a bad little girl?” you bite your lower lip, trying to hide your smile as your cheeks flush. you've been feeling every bit of the bad girl he was accusing you of being.
“it's not my fault your hands keep wandering.”
your voice came out breathier than you intended and you shifted again, your thigh deliberately pressing against his growing bulge. the sudden friction made him inhale sharply.
“fuck…” he lets out with a grunt.
“you're the one who's been hard since breakfast koo... i can feel you against my leg right now,” you add coyly. he groaned as his hand finally slid fully downward to cup one of your ass cheeks, squeezing it to his liking.
“guilty. how am i supposed to focus on anything when my wife is walking around in nothing but my shirt, looking all soft and fuckable?” his thumb traced the line of your panties, dipping teasingly between your cheeks for a moment before retreating.
“been thinking about you nonstop... especially how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”
he mutters hotly against your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before letting it go. you gasped at his words, your nails slightly digging into his chest as you felt a trickle of slickness escape your panties and drip down your thigh. slowly... so slowly. just like the way he was slowly breaking you until you're reduced to nothing but the needy girl he wants you to be. you turned your face up to look at him, your noses almost brushing. his eyes were hooded, full of desire, but there was that familiar playfulness in them too. the one that always made your stomach flip with excitement.
you couldn't help it and leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow kiss. it started slow but quickly turned hungry. his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, asking for entrance and you granted him a small sign of happiness. both of your tongues slide together sensually, his tongue made that sex motion that thrusting act that always made your thighs shake around him. your arms circled his neck, gripping his hair as his strong arms made your legs wrap around his waist until you were practically glued to his body with not a single inch of space between you both. his hand kneaded your ass more heavily while the other tilted your chin for better access and to eat at your mouth properly.
“ah...”
you whine into his mouth as he swallows the sound and kisses you even harder. not being able to get enough. when you finally pulled back for air, both of you were breathing harshly as jungkook pressed his forehead against yours.
“i've been thinking about something fun, you know... a little game since we're both home and clearly worked up.”
he smirked as his fingers kept brushing over the damp spot that had formed on your panties, your legs remaining parted with the way he had you pinned down as you looked up at him with parted lips. you were so deep in his spell that you barely registered his words, your eyes fixed on his swollen lips.
“what if we 69? the one who cums first loses but with a twist.. the loser has to do whatever the winner wants,” your eyes widened slightly at the suggestion as an instant thrill of nervousness and excitement went through you. the idea of competing like this with his mouth on you and yours on him sounded… incredibly hot. you both knew how skilled he was with his tongue to turn you into a sobbing mess but still the competitive side of you sparked to life. the intimacy loosened your tongue too much as you pursed your lips, pretending to think while your clit throbbed against his thigh.
“and what exactly does the winner get huh?” you asked as your hand slid down his chest, nails lightly scratching over his abs until your hand brushed over his hard cock. jungkook's hips immediately twitched towards your hand, a growl escaping him as his head fell back for a bit. his adam's apple bobbed before his eyes fixed on you darkly.
“do you wanna know what happens if i win?” you nod with a gulp, your brows furrowing as the tip of his finger slides up and down between your folds that parted beneath your panties, playing around your opening without ever crossing the barrier.
“if i win... i finally get to fuck this sweet ass of yours.”
his finger pressed against your asshole over the fabric while his other hand held you open making you let out a quiet squeal, your hips lifting off him slightly.
“do you remember what you confessed when you were tipsy that night? all those dirty things you said about wanting me everywhere, including here,” he lets out a hum as his thumb traces the shape of your puckered hole that clenches for him at the feather light touch.
“oh god...”
you panted almost embarrassed that he still remembered the way you specified wanting him to take your anal virginity. he hadn't forgotten a single word of yours and the memory already has his cock pulsing in your hand.
“only if you want it... wanna claim every part of you, gotta stretch you a lot yeah?”
“and if i win?” you ask expectantly but with a shaky voice.
“then you can do whatever you want to me… anything baby,” he clarifies.
“anything i want?” you croaked out as a shy giggle escapes you feeling the boldness rise in you even more.
“mhmm.”
the manly approving noise makes you meet his gaze steadily and you are more than sure that he can see all the deepest fantasies in your eyes too.
“i get to edge you for as long as i want, tie you up if i feel like it and bring you right to the edge over and over without letting you cum until i say so,” you stammer in a single breath, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink from the tension and also from how naughty even your own words sounded to your ears. to distract yourself from his intense eyes, your hand brushed over his bulge again squeezing his cock and feeling it jump under your fingers.
“i wanna see you begging for me please...” you pleaded sweetly. you wanted to be the one in control.
“yeah?” a wicked grin spread across his face after a second of surprise and the thought of you taking charge like that clearly turned him on more than he expected. he loved when you showed this side even if he was usually the dominant one. he loved the way you've bloomed since the marriage, how the first few times of intimacy you've been so nervous and scared but you're now voicing what you want and desire so confidently with no fear or insecurity at all. he lived for it and loved it so much. his dick was already giving him a hard time. hearing you say that was so damn hot, he could probably just nut from you whispering filthy things to him.
“do you really wanna edge me? make me suffer huh?” he leaned in, nipping at your lower lip before kissing you deeply again with renewed force.
“i'm so fucking hard just thinking about it.”
he grumbles against your lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths before breaking as his hand fisted the back of your head, making you moan against his mouth.
“but don't think i'll go easy on you, you know how good i am at making you cum don't you princess?” he didn't let you speak again as his hands roamed everywhere, desperately squeezing your breasts through the shirt, then sliding back down to cup your pussy making your hips rock into him.
“jungkook...” you whimpered. you knew that the game had started already and you weren't one to back down. he already has you weak on your knees before the main thing started. you pushed his sweatpants down just enough to free his thick cock which bobbed against his stomach and wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him slowly. your thumb settled over his tip, feeling around the slit and how profusely he was releasing precum. you knew that was his most sensitive spot. you'd learned his body so thoroughly.
“keep that up and i might lose before we even start the game.”
he gruffs out as his jaw clenches hard. he landed a sharp spank on your inner thigh making you jolt with a sudden cry which he immediately soothed with rubs as the slight pain turned into bliss. you didn't know how pain mixed with pleasure could feel so euphoric and turn you dizzy but he was teaching you new things every day. you laughed breathlessly against his lips and gave him another stroke.
“that's the plan if i want to win isn't it?” he lets out a playful rumble as his fingers slip inside your panties which reduced your laughter to a gasp. he collected a bit of your wetness to bring it up to your swollen clit hidden under the hood to rub it with your slickness. your head fell on his chest as you let out a long moan, your hand not stopping pumping his cock and spreading his precum down his shaft. the room was immediately filled with the sounds of your shared heavy breathing and the wet sounds of kissing and touching each other. both of you were completely lost in the anticipation of the game ahead as he stared at you with the predatory gaze that made your heart flutter with want while his chest rose and fell rapidly.
“so we're doing this baby?” his voice was rough with arousal. he brushed a strand of hair from your face tenderly even as his other hand continued between your thighs, the tip of his finger sneakily nudging against your gaping hole but never giving you what you want.
“shit... i can't wait to have your mouth on my cock while i bury my face in this pretty cunt. you want it don’t you?” you nodded almost dumbly, feeling overwhelmed and wanting him to touch you better as you were almost gushing on his hands.
“yes… yes… please.”
both your eyes locked together as your hand tightened on his cock.
“but if i win… i'm doing what i want to you.”
he hissed through his teeth, his control slipping as his hips rolled into yours. he loved seeing you explore this side of yourself with him, just the thought of you like that made something primal stir in him… he wanted his girl like this taking what she wants, using him how she prefers.
“alright deal. the winner gets to have all the fun… but i'm warning you sweet girl, i'm gonna eat this pussy so good you'll be crying my name before you can even focus on sucking me.”
he manhandles you suddenly, making you shudder at the sheer power of him. he already positions you to his liking. he lay on his back, pulling you on top of him so your thighs straddled his face and your mouth hovered over his cock. his breath fanned over your clothed pussy, your own mouth just inches away from his heavy balls and leaking tip and your breasts squished on his thigh.
“ready wife?” he murmurs using the nickname that always makes you tremble because it was like he was setting his ownership on you with it. reminding you who you were to him. you let out another whiny whimper as his hand gripped your hips, pulling you down closer to his waiting salivating mouth. he pressed a loving kiss against your inner thigh.
“remember… don’t cum too fast or i win and this ass is mine tonight.”
you shivered at the promise and lowered your head to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock all the way to the tip. expertly making his movements flatter.
“you're the one who's going to lose koo…”
he clicks his tongue with a snicker as his teeth grab hold of the edge of your panties, ready to pull them to the side, eyeing your cunt obsessively. like a man dying to have his last meal.
“uh huh? only time will say that…”
his dark chuckle held no sense of cockiness underneath, just seriousness that had your eyes widen in lustful fear. the game was on and none of you were going easy on the other. determined to make the other break and earn the prize. he pushes your panties to the side, your eyes on his thick cock that stood right before your face when you push his sweatpants down as well, it was throbbing with each heartbeat, the head already pink and leaking precum.
“fuck baby,” he growls. his voice held that cocky edge that made you clench as his hot breath fanned directly over your glistening folds as you shivered. he took in the sight of your cunt obsessively and the way it seemed to him.
“this pretty little pussy is absolutely leaking for me.”
you were dripping juices down your thigh, and he couldn't help but catch a droplet in his tongue that was trailing down your thigh. his hands gripped your full ass cheek as you started growing heady from his words alone and he hadn't even started yet. he spread your cheeks wide to expose every bit of you, his thumb brushing teasingly close to your puckered hole and slit alike.
“mmm..” you panted as nervous excitement went through you as you leaned forward, wrapping both of your smaller hands around the base of his cock. you felt him throb around your grip, your palms never fully meeting.
“i'm gonna try,” you whispered breathily. you had determination in your voice even though the neediness was present.
“you talk so big koo... i'm gonna edge you until you beg for release.”
jungkook lets out a throaty chuckle, the sound vibrating deliciously against your hypersensitive pussy making your hips twitch involuntarily. his fingers dug deeper into your ass pulling you down onto his waiting mouth, forcing your dipping folds to meet his hungry mouth in one motion.
“ah!” you let out a shocked moan.
“we'll see exactly who wins baby, we both know how it'll ends,” he grumbles.
“now sit on my tongue and let me taste what's mine.” he grumbles impatiently.
the instant his tongue dragged a path between your folds, you moaned loudly your nails digging into his abs and you forgot what you were supposed to do, your cheek falling on his stomach. he had this urgency in him today, not the usual way he ate you out like he wanted to win and he was set on it. your eyes fall on his cock and you immediately remember what you were supposed to do, your mouth wrapping around the head of his cock, sucking hard to engulf him. you whined at his salty taste while he tasted you like you were the drug he craved. your tongue swirled around his slit to lap up every single drop of his leaking precum as your cheeks hollowed trying your best to take him fully inside.
“shit yes just like that, damn it. your mouth is heaven,” he groaned into your pussy, nose pressing into your clit making your hips jerk forward but he held you still.
“don't run from it,” his skilled tongue flicked rapidly over your engorged clit, precisely lapping through your slick folds and the wetness you've started releasing. he sucked one lip, tugging gently before releasing it with a wet pop then alternated the sensations with teasing nibbles from his teeth around your sensitive labia.
“uh... koo!” the pleasure pain made your eyes water as you fought to maintain focus but you tried your best to bob your head lower in his cock, taking inch after inch until he nudged against the back of your head while you fought your gag instincts. you hollowed your cheeks even more, creating loud sloppy gluck gluck sounds that were obscene even to your own tears while your hand twisted around the base that you couldn't take fully inside your mouth. you gave your everything to it, also not leaving his full balls alone, cupping them and massaging them in your palm feeling them tighten further in your hands. you pulled back slightly to lick a slow trail down the underside of his shaft knowing he was extra sensitive on the underside of his cock so you focused there before sucking one of his balls fully into your mouth while your fist pumped him steadily.
“shitt!” he lets out a string of curses. you sobbed on his balls as he suckled your clit more prominently,his hips bucked upward, driving more of his length into your throat.
“fuuuck your mouth baby god—” his voice breaks on a husky noise.
“you were born to suck this cock weren't you huh? hmm?” his hips thrusted into your mouth along with his words, it was like he couldn't get enough of how it filled your throat. he watched you clench around nothing but he instantly rewarded you by plunging his tongue as deep as it could reach your hole, fucking you with it in insistent motions while his nose ground against your clit with every movement, he guided your hips to grind down. your head spun with overwhelming ecstasy, not being able to breathe on his cock as your movements seemed to slow the more he focused on your clit and tongue fucking you. he used your body like you were a toy, guiding you up and down his mouth and you were so wet that you were sliding so easily.
“mmmphh ugh i-i koo.”
you managed to garble out with a cry against his girth, tears streaming down your face, your eyes squeezing shut as your breasts pressed against his hips. your pussy remained incredibly sensitive from the days leading up to this that every single lick, suck and thrust was making you feel like you'd combust as he pulled back just enough to speak, watching your hips tremble with a smirk as he panted against you.
“c'mon grind on my face harder. use your husband's mouth like the needy girl you are.”
he dove back in with renewed ferocity this time, zeroing in on your clit, sucking it between his lips in a hard suctioning motion that had you wailing while two of his fingers slid through your drenched folds. you sputtered, eyes widening as he circled your slit spreading your wetness everywhere before pushing inside you slowly, curling upward immediately to find your sweet spot while his tongue remained on your clit.
“w-wait!” you squealed after pulling your mouth off his cock.
“i-it was ahh oh god, we're just supposed to use our mout,” his cock slapped against your cheek, splattering his essence there as well. jungkook chuckled with a snicker.
“was it? i don't remember mentioning any rules baby,” his tongue flicked your clit faster and faster, building an unbearable pressure while his fingers pumped.
“y-y-you cheat.”
you didn't want him to win especially by cheating so you redoubled your efforts on his cock, desperately not wanting to back down as you took him deeper into your throat until your nose pressed against his pelvis. you gagged but pushed through, saliva dripping messily down his shaft and onto his balls as you tugged them with increasing urgency and you let out a satisfied moan when you felt his own movements falter as he lets out a long growl into you but even though his mouth faltered, his fingers kept on going, scissoring and twisting, while you tried to pathetically find a rhythm to make him break fast. it seemed laughable now because it was obvious who was going to win anyways.
you alternated between fast sucks and tight twisting strokes of your hand while focusing specifically on the tip of the cock but jungkook was merciless even as his thighs shook. he was driving you closer to the edge and you couldn't stop yourself. the combined sensations were too much and your thighs were violently shaking around his head, your hips humping his face on their own while you made muffled noises on his cock that he seemed to like too, the vibrations of it making him thrash into your mouth. every muscle in your body tensed with anticipation, your nipples were being stimulated too from being pressed against his hard stomach. jungkook's fingers curled steadily, feeling how tight you were becoming around his fingers and he knew you needed to cum so bad he could feel it building.
“don't you dare hold back, let me drink every single drop.”
he encouraged you as your moans turned broken, your efforts growing sloppier and slower as your own pleasure seemed to wrap around you. he used his teeth to bite onto your engorged clit slightly, just enough for it to burn and for you to shatter completely while he had a smirk on his face, knowing his own ways to make you break.
“jungkook—oh my god, fuck ahh.”
the cry tore from your mouth in a high pitched squeal, your pussy gushing slickness all over his tongue and fingers in squirts that he eagerly swallowed down. you gripped his thighs hard, no longer having the energy to keep your mouth working on his cock as you quivered endlessly, your watery eyes fixed on this twitching cock that was still so hard which meant that he didn't cum, your vision blurring as you rode the peak while he gave you kitten like leaks. your juices coating his face and dripping down his neck. jungkook groaned in satisfaction, never once stopping his ministrations, drinking every drop of your release with greedy hungry sounds. his fingers paused inside you, now not moving.
“uh... mmm mmm hmm…” you made quiet whimpery noises.
“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me... gave me everything.”
he pressed a kiss against your ass cheek while you tried helplessly to pull away from the now overwhelming sensations but his hands kept you locked in place, making sure to clean every bit of you while you panted heavily right beside his cock. finally he eased his fingers out and gave you a soft kiss against your pulsing clit before slapping your ass playfully. even though he didn't cum himself, his cock was already twitching in anticipation of what was coming next as he stared at your gaping swollen pussy with hungry eyes.
“told you princess, you cum first every single time. now... what am i gonna do with my well earned prize?”
throughout the day there was too much tension between you both while he was circling you like a predator does to a prey waiting for the perfect moment but not striking yet.
you both decided to take a shower together from the intense heat that evening and your body now lay in the middle of the bed. the air was charged and also the musk of arousal which didn’t seem to fade at all. jungkook hovered above you, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he gazed down at you with those hooded eyes. his lips met yours in an unhurried kiss, the kind that started slowly but quickly deepened into something primal, his tongue stroking yours making you moan into the kiss. your hands roamed the expanse of his bare back and the subtle flex of his shoulders as he supported his weight above you.
“baby..” he starts huskily, breaking the kiss to talk against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. he nipped at your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing it down with his tongue earning another whimper from you.
“i've been thinking about this all fucking day about playing with that pretty little ass you want it hm? you want me to play with it tonight?” his words were filthy yet laced with love that made your heart race even faster, his eyes locked on yours as one of his hands cupped the side of your face and you nodded slowly.
“tell me exactly how much you want it… my fingers or my mouth sweetheart?” your cheeks reddened, but the honesty poured out of you in a breathless tone.
“yes… god jungkook, i want it so badly, i want both… please, i can't stop thinking about it. t-take my ass tonight.”
the admission coming out of you with no shame made your pussy throb as another droplet of arousal leaked out of you and he smiled down at you with that wicked curve of his lips which expressed so many promises. most of them included endless pleasure.
“mhmm yeah?” he leaned down trailing kisses along your jawline, sucking and nibbling just below your ear then moving lower to latch into the column of your neck. his hands explored too, palms cupping your bare breasts feeling their weights, thumbing your nipples making you arch into him with a whine, pressing more firmly into him. he continues his descent, kissing a path down your stomach, pressing little kisses and leaving a trail of his saliva, his tongue coming out to circle your belly button which makes you gasp and he smiles, knowing how much you love it when he does that. he reached the edge of your panties rather than yanking them off immediately, his nose sank on the spot where a drenched spot had formed, inhaling your musky scent like he was starving. you squirmed as he stroked the fabric covering your pussy, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit.
“fuckk you're already soaked through these tiny things.”
you only wore a flimsy black thong and nothing else but it was like you were wearing nothing at all from how tiny it was. your arousal coated his hands, you were dripping just from the thought of him toying with your ass and you were weeping for attention already. you squirmed beneath him, hips rolling against his hand as a whimper left you at how he didn’t give you the exact friction you wanted.
“koo… don’t tease me please,” you pleaded. you couldn’t handle it tonight, you'd been anticipating this exact moment for so long. jungkook chuckled at your words.
“i got you baby.”
his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and began to drag them down your legs slowly. your lips parted as the cool air kissed your exposed pussy as he tossed the soaked garment aside. he settled comfortably between your spread thighs, his hands gripping you, parting you wider for him. he leaned in pressing hot kisses along the skin of your inner thighs, alternating between nips and soothing laps of his tongue working his mouth closer to your center. finally he put his mouth on your cunt when he realized how wanton you were getting, dragging the flat of his tongue in one long stripe all the way down to your asshole.
“nghh k-koo!” you mewled instantly, your hand going down to grip his hair twisting it into your grip as he spends some time continuing his relentless assault on your pussy. collecting every drop of arousal and spreading it messily, while your thighs trembled on either side of his head as he hummed. he suckled on your clit for a few minutes building your arousal and preparing you for what was to come but he didn’t waste too much time knowing how much you needed it. he was himself excited for this new exploration with you. he pulled back just enough to reach for the bottle of lube on the nightstand that was already half finished from the number of times you both have used it earlier. he uncapped the bottle and you watched with half lidded eyes as he squeezed a generous amount on his palm, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it up knowing how important lube is for ass play and he wanted to make it enjoyable enough for you.
“oh.”
a surprised yelp leaves you as he suddenly spits right on your tight hole watching the way it drips just inside. he grabs a pillow, putting it beneath your ass positioning you with a gentle murmur, pressing a kiss on your knee so both your holes are perfectly exposed to his eyes, your thighs nearly touching your breasts.
“baby look at me,” he murmurs, cupping your face with his other clean hand so you look directly in his eyes.
“we're gonna go really slow tonight okay? this is all new for you yeah?”
“if anything hurts, you tell me immediately. promise me also you're allowed to use the safe words whenever you want,” he says in a soothing tone. you nodded, your breath already shaky.
“i promise koo, i want this… want this with you.”
he leaned in, pressing a soft peck against your lips then against your cheek.
“good girl, i'm gonna start now. is that alright?”
“y-yes.” you stammer.
“gonna get you slippery for me at first so it's enjoyable for you.”
this turned you on so much further, the way he always expressed what he'd do to you in his raspy aroused voice, it always makes your stomach fill with excessive butterflies.
“keep your thighs spread… yes exactly like that.”
he guided your own hands down your thighs so you could hold yourself open for him and once he was satisfied, his fingers started working, thoroughly spreading the warm lube and spit all over your dripping pussy lips before going lower while you panted hard. he focused especially on the puckered ring of your ass, his brows furrowing in concentration. you were so tiny and tight there and he swallowed hard, his other hand pressing on the bed in order to control himself. he used a single fingertip rotating around the rim without pushing in yet and he could feel you tensing every time he neared your entrance.
“don't worry baby, i'm not gonna penetrate yet okay?” you nodded hastily with a whimper as he circled slowly, adding a little more lube just letting you get used to the sensation of having a finger there, knowing you weren’t used to anything unknown there. you were still an anal virgin even though he did eat your ass before, this was the first time he made proper contact with his fingers so it made every sensation feel amplified and he could see you clenching constantly which caused your hole to greedily swallow some more of the lube. his eyes met yours again as he saw the nervous excitement on your face and he gave you a reassuring smile.
“relax for me yeah? i'm gonna play with this sweet cunt too so it feels good,” he rasps. your head pressed back into the pillow as you exhaled shakily, trying to loosen the tension in your muscles while his thumb continued rubbing.
“uh…” his fingers focused on your clit after parting your folds for him, causing dual stimulation, with his other fingers playing with your ass all around it, making your hips twitch as he looked down at you in awe.
“does that feel nice baby? my thumb on your clit while i get you ready?”
“yes… ahh yes.” you moaned, eyes fluttering.
he massaged and coaxed the sensitive ring to soften you for him, the feeling was so addictive even you’ve started to relax more, your ass is no longer as tense. he alternated seamlessly between your pussy and ass, dipping two fingers shallowly to gather more wetness and then spreading it back down rubbing it thoroughly around your asshole, making loud wet noises that had your head dipping into the pillow, muffled noises leaving you.
“that's it…”
he leaned closer pressing a kiss on your lower belly to relax you as his rubbing grew more insistent, keeping the pressure light but insistent, using the broad pad of his thumb to press and circle, stretching you without penetrating. he watched with hooded eyes as both your holes fluttered and glistened so much from lube and your own essence, they looked like they'd swallow his fingers and cock all at once but he gave your body time to open up. as more minutes passed by with the relentless rubs and getting the lube everywhere, he finally decided to ease just the very tip of his finger past your rim, just a little bit.
“a-ah,”
it burned, it definitely did because you weren’t used to it at all but he held it there and didn’t push any deeper right away while his thumb kept working on your clit slowly.
“tell me how it feels. is the pain too much? should i stop?” he stroked up and down your thigh, his eyes never leaving your face.
“no pain.” you huffed, biting your lip.
“its… i don’t know.. weird but good.”
it was tingling in the best way. it felt very weird like it wasn’t meant to be there but at the same time it felt so good.
“god you're so tight back here,” he lets out a harsh breath, his eyes focused on how your tight hole gripped the very tip of his finger. your legs were threatening to shut, not being able to hold yourself apart, little noises leaving you. he kept the pressure light never forcing, never pushing, just doing what your body wants and what you're able to enjoy as he spread your legs more with a slight push to keep you open and not tighten you further.
“just relax… doing so good for me… let me make it feel amazing.”
he slowly withdrew the tip only to rub his thumb around your asshole again in long strokes, stretching the rim gently outward without fully penetrating, repeating it again and again until the resistance melted as he watched the way you seemed to throb and gape, showing the pink inside of your ass. your back arched with a sob, your hands fisting the sheets beside you, already feeling hypersensitive as your body screamed for more. his fingers settle on your pussy again sliding two of his fingers at one go from how wet you were and you cried out.
“ahh hahh koo…”
he curled his finger inside your pussy while stroking his thumb over your ass, letting your ass swallow his thumb naturally inside on its own from how softened you were, now his thumb pressing a little more firmly against your back entrance.
“still good?” he checked, pausing when he realized you were getting too high on the dual sensations of being penetrated in both holes.
“talk to me love.”
“so good… don’t stop mmmh.”
you gasped, reaching down to grip his wrist, not to pull away but to feel him closer and he smiled, shifting even closer to you knowing that’s what you needed, his fingers pumping slowly while he lets you adjust to his thumb inside your ass, letting the burn fade to pleasure. the sensation of being filled in such a new way made your whole body arch off the bed as you pulled at the sheets. he leaned down immediately, sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking while his thumb sank a fraction deeper barely the first knuckle. quiet little “ah mmh nghs” leave you with so many sensations together of him fingering your pussy, his mouth on your clit and his thumb on your clit, it felt like you'd cum all over his face immediately. your inner walls were fluttering more around his fingers.
“you're opening up so beautifully baby. i'm so proud of you. does it feel full?” you nodded with a sob, hips rocking a bit into his hand.
“tell me when i can move it.”
“move please…” he started giving shallow thrusts, gently pulling his fingers out of your pussy to focus entirely on your ass, coaxing your body as his thumb curled a bit this time to massage the inner walls of your ass. he found that magical spot that made your entire body jolt.
“there—oh my god right there koo!” you cried out, your voice breaking as he focused on that spot rubbing it with the pad of his thumb deep inside you, curling and thrusting as his other hand didn’t leave your clit alone at all.
“right here?”
he curled his thumb down again, making your head thrash side to side like you were going crazy as continuous moans left you.
“yes—yes,” you chant, sobbing as you drip more arousal down his thumb, your juices flowing freely, coating his hands and dripping down onto the sheets along with the extra lube he used. he watched your blissed out face with a pleased look even though he was the one pleasing you, his cock inside his boxers hard as a rock while he kept the rhythm of his thumb inside your ass. you let out a wounded whimper when his fingers faltered on your clit to focus more on your ass.
“please don’t stop touching my clit too… ahh.”
“never baby..” his hand returns to rub tight circles on your swollen clit as your moans grow louder and needier. he leans down, kissing your stomach and thighs anywhere he could reach adoringly while his thumb keeps on working inside you, making wet plunging noises.
“does my thumb feel bigger now hmm?” he coos as his thumb shifts inside you all the way inside.
“mm hmm.” you couldn’t manage to form proper words, so lost in sensations and he understood exactly how it felt for you as he twisted his thumb a bit just to feel you clench on him. he drank in the sight of your breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath and the way your stomach quivers each time his thumb is brought inside. your inner thighs and the sides of your butt were coated in essence. he growls as he feels you stretch and flutter on him. he leans upward to capture your mouth in a consuming kiss, his tongue sliding against yours sensually taking away every bit of your breath. you let out a long moan into the kiss, tasting your arousal and you let out little mewls into his mouth when he pulls back.
“you want me to try putting a whole finger inside now pretty girl?”
“yes… k-koo, p-please,” you stutter, your fingers clutching the sheets. he chuckles softly as he trails open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, sucking lightly at your pulse point, his thumb pausing inside your ass.
“such a good wife, asking so nicely for what she needs.”
his hand goes lower, cupping one ass cheek, squeezing it and spreading you open as his thumb slides out of you with a pop making you whine, your hole gaping emptily fluttering before squeezing shut. he coated two of his fingers with another layer of lube to the hilt and pressed it back against your rim, touching it feather lightly and applying just a little pressure with one finger before pulling away. you whimper loudly, your hips rolling forward in search of more friction, the denial only heightening every nerve ending. you selfishly wanted more now that you’ve gotten the initial feeling of having something inside your ass.
“shhh, easy for me princess.” he coos soothingly, pressing a kiss on your thigh as he watches your reactions with rapt attention. your ass winks against his finger wanting to have it inside.
“hah…” you let out a frustrated whine as he feels how hungry your hole is getting for him. he held the steady pressure making your neglected pussy pulse as well.
“you want my fingers baby?” he questions cockily and you moan.
“i—i want it so much.” you sobbed out, cheeks burning with embarrassment and your need, you felt so dirty but so incredibly good and he felt his heart swell looking at the pout on your lips and your teary eyes. so he rewards your honesty by slowly sinking the tip of his middle finger inside, holding it still as you let out a moan of anticipation your walls trying to pull him deeper. he twists the finger gently to slightly to open you up.
“you're so damn tight even just around one finger.”
he grumbles pressing his forehead against yours as he watches, mesmerized by the sight of his digit slowly disappearing inside your body but he could still feel the way you're tensed up.
“breathe deep for me… in and out yes… let me slide in deeper where you need it.”
you exhale with a whimper, forcing your muscles to relax and that causes his finger to slide inside you even deeper, reaching a place you didn’t even know existed inside you making you keen. he adds even more lube, letting the liquid drip down your crack as he starts working a second finger along the first, stretching you wider slowly. loud “uh uh uhs” leaves you at the foreign pleasure and how your ass had easily stretched around both his fingers and he was knuckles deep, hitting that spot that made you feel like you wanted to run from it and also wanted more at the same time.
“how are you feeling?” he asks, his chest rising and falling as he presses his bulge down on the bed to get a little friction from how hard he was from watching you like this. he could probably just cum from watching you experience this.
“it's t-too much,” you writhed.
“want me to slow down?” he asks patiently.
“n-no move please”
he nods, moving both his fingers slowly in a pumping motion, not going too fast making the pleasure radiate outward and your pussy leak, his hand rubbing circles on your hips. he leans down, grabbing a nipple inside his mouth, sucking hard while he continues his exploratory thrusts of his fingers.
“oh god… k-koo, oh koo,” you babble, one hand flying up to tangle in his hair pushing your breast further into his mouth. he lifts his head watching you moan and squirm.
“does it feel good princess? my fingers fucking this ass open so carefully mm?” he pushes deeper then scissoring his fingers, curling them to massage and stimulate your inner walls. you were taking two of his fingers so beautifully even though he was thinking if you'd be able to take it from how tiny you were here but you opened up so well for him.
he couldn’t imagine how good it would feel when he finally slides his cock inside this tight ass of yours. you respond to his words with a hard clench on his fingers and he growls at the sensation, his cock twitching as if you'd clenched around his cock instead. he maintains the slow pace, pumping his fingers in and out while spreading the lube, your moans climbing higher as you were slowly reaching the edge but every time he pulls back almost completely before reaching back inside, drawing out the pleasure leaving you begging incoherently.
“please… i need more,” you finally whine, his fingers didn’t feel like enough and he didn’t let you release.
“i know baby, i know… i'm gonna make you cum soon,” he twists his fingers inside that special spot inside you that has your legs stuttering.
“gonna give you the butt plug now okay?” your eyes widen slightly at his words as he reaches for the medium sized black silicone plug that he coats with lube, his fingers leaving your ass, leaving a wet patch on the sheets. an uncertain noise leaves you but he immediately puts his hand on you.
“only if you want it baby. here, touch it if you want.” he encourages. he gives you the plug, letting you explore it as you watch it with hooded eyes biting your lip, wondering how it'd feel inside you.
“we can skip it if you want and i can make you cum with my fingers instead angel. no pressure.”
you took a deep breath.
“i—i wanna try, just go slow.”
he grins. you were such a brave strong girl and he was so proud of you.
“of course i will go slow, you don’t have to worry about that yeah?” he hums soothingly.
he brings the silicone and presses it firmly against your loosened, still fluttering hole from the thorough fingering he'd given you as he rubs against it, letting your ass get the feel of it first.
“are you ready?” you let out a shaky nod, taking a deep breath as he instructed, feeling the texture of the plug as the narrow tip breaches your entrance with surprising ease at first before the increasing girth begins to stretch you wider and deeper than his fingers ever had making you feel this intense fullness.
“ahhugh jungkook!” you let out a wail full of ecstasy, your toes curling as you watch your ass swallow it. he does it so slowly as to not shock you or hurt you mistakenly.
“just a little more…”
he pauses as the widest part penetrates you, and you feel like you're stretched to your absolute limit, your nails digging into his wrist, his finger going to your clit to rub it so your mind doesn’t focus on any of the little pain.
“i-it's pressing against e-everything at once,” you cried. you couldn’t even think straight as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly.
“i know my love… that’s it, you're doing so well taking it all for me.”
he presses kisses on the inside of your thigh as tears start to stream down your face at the overwhelming sensations. his free hand keeps the plug steady and with one last onward firm push, the toy seats itself fully inside you with a lewd pop, the base nestling snugly between your spread cheeks.
“uhhh, ahhhhahngh.”
you mumble out incoherent noises at the new fullness of being filled like this as jungkook groans loudly at the erotic sight, his eyes blown wide with lust as he spreads your ass cheeks to look at the way the jewel is right in between. he presses a kiss directly above the base of the plug, his breathing fanning over it watching you clench on it.
“there it is, all plugged up nice for me. how does it feel hm? i wanna hear it all.”
“so… so full and heavy, like there's this pressure inside that won't let go.”
you whimper shifting your hips experimentally and your lips part in an ‘o’ at the way it moves the plug inside you grinding against your inner spots. it feels so different than how his fingers felt but in a good way. it was like you lived for pleasure only and only existed solely for that. he made you feel like you were floating in the skies, making you feel these out of the world sensations that you wouldn’t even imagine. but you were aching from the denial wanting to cum and your desperate noises proved that jungkook didn’t need your words to understand that. your hips rolling subtly as you chase more of that friction the plug provides. he doesn't make you wait even a second longer, his mouth descending hungrily on your dripping pussy using his tongue to lick all over you, sucking on your clit to quickly bring you to your orgasm, the sensation adding up to the plug buried in your ass, making you cry out loud and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. he didn't tease at all and urgently fucked your pussy with his tongue, humming against you loudly knowing it drives you to the edge quick enough.
“koo don't stop, hah pleaseee,” you whined out, fisting his hair as you grind messily against his face chasing your edge.
“gonna make you cum so hard,” he promises and dives back, sliding two fingers back inside your pussy while his tongue works your clit, curling and scissoring and your body could barely keep up with it as you writhed all over the bed, your legs kicking around his waist and your movements kept on shifting the plug inside you. your thighs begin to tremble as the orgasm approaches you like a tidal wave ready to crash over you, your breathing coming in short desperate pants.
“please please please.” you babbled mindlessly, not knowing even yourself what you were begging for but knowing that you needed it.
“cum for me baby, let me feel this tight pussy squeezing my fingers while your ass stays stuffed.” he groans against your clit sucking hard and curling his fingers. you thought you might die of pleasure or lose consciousness when his other hand reached down to press against the base of the plug pushing it deep inside you, your mouth opening on a silent scream as you started crying like a baby as you orgasmed. your entire body seized and convulsed as the pleasure rippled through you making both your holes flutter, the orgasm lasting longer than anything you'd ever experienced before.
“jungkookkk,” you cried out his name repeatedly and he moaned in response into your pussy, licking you through it with care as his fingers continued to give slow thrusts.
“atta girl..”
he praises you just to watch you twitch once more as you collapse into a utter spent mess beneath him, your throat no longer able to produce proper words, feeling your mind go blank, the only thing you were capable of producing was his name, your legs having no energy to be out back together. he finally pulls back slowly, his face shiny with your essence, satisfaction on his face as he admires the sight of the plug inside your ass and your beautiful ruined body laid out before him.
it was indeed his favorite work of art.
“i want you to keep it inside for the whole night.”
from his words alone, you knew the night was far from over and every nerve in your body looked forward to it in anticipation.
just devoured One more night in one sitting and i can’t stop thinking about omn!jk eating y/n out for the first time 🙂↕️ so if you have time………… maybe you could……. no rush…… just a very big fan of desperate jk pussy eater………. bye girl xx love ya!!
there is something severely wrong with me bc i read this and was like “no. no epilogue blurb. there’s no time.” and then i proceeded to open up my gdocs and well… here we are
SUMMARY. Jungkook just wants to be a good boy. And what better way to earn that title than eating you out like his life depends on it?
pairing. omn!jungkook x oc
word count. 2.4k
warnings/genre. smut (duh), whiny subby koo, oc is a very very soft dom, first time performing oral (m on f), fingering
banner creds | masterlist | main fic
Many moons ago, Jeon Jungkook believed he would end up alone, unmarried and without children. He liked it that way, despite what everyone around him seemed to think.
But once you came along, it was crystal clear that the thought of ending up alone was scarier than ending up with you. It’s embarrassing how quickly his philosophy came crashing down. For once, he had something he was scared to lose, and something about it excited him, deep within his core.
You weren’t necessarily his to claim yet, since he hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. But he hoped that would happen sooner rather than later, so he could stop dreaming about getting you pregnant or building a life with you and turn it all into fruition.
Jungkook has never courted a girl before, but he thinks he’s getting the hang of it. It started small. A car waiting outside the club after your shift, just in case. Then coffee, your order engrained in his brain without being asked, appearing on your vanity before you’d changed out of your work clothes. Then came jewelry, which cost Jungkook about an arm and leg, but he didn’t mind.
You’d say Jungkook, no with your mouth while your eyes said something else, and he had learned very quickly that the eyes were the more honest of the two. That was his favorite discovery.
He didn’t stop at just a pair of earrings. He couldn’t. He moved on to necklaces, diamond rings, tennis bracelets. I don’t want your money, you had said to him, and he had respected that. He respected it still to this day. But noticing what made your eyes do the thing made his heart flutter in a way he wasn’t used to. He was a detail-oriented person by nature. It was only natural for him to continue to catalog every detail about you.
He also paid off your mother’s hospital bills, but he did that quietly through three different channels, and he will take it to his grave if you ever ask him directly.
The thing is—and this is something he has been turning over quietly, privately, in the way he processes most things that matter to him—he would do anything to have you. To have some kind of claim over you. Sort of how he approaches everything worth having, which is with patience and intention and the knowledge that he will figure it out eventually.
He has figured out most things.
There is, however, one thing that remains.
In the past few weeks, the two of you have done quite a lot. Beyond the frivolous dates and gift-giving, his sex education has been thorough and he has proven to be, in his own humble assessment, a committed student.
He’s learned that you love when he pushes your head down deeper onto his cock so it hits your esophagus. You cum harder when you make eye contact with him and he talks you through it. If he fucks you with your legs on his shoulders, there’s a high chance you’ll squirt all over him.
But the one thing he hasn’t done… the fault is his own and he is painfully aware of it.
He thinks about it constantly. Masturbates to the thought of it in the shower, gets hard at work or at company dinners. Wanting something very badly and knowing how to do it well are two different things, and Jeon Jungkook does not do things until he can do them well.
Tonight, however, he is determined. He’s a man on a mission.
Below him, you lie on his king-sized mattress, adorned in a lace pink camisole he had bought you earlier. Your eyes are hazy from the red wine he had been spoon-feeding you upon your arrival to his penthouse. Cheeks ruddy, hair a tangled mess, but he thinks you look gorgeous regardless.
“Kookie, stop it,” you giggle, squirming as his lips find the supple skin below your ear, fingers pushing weakly at his shoulder that he’s learned means the opposite of stop.
“Can’t.” He murmurs against your neck, moving lower. “Too pretty.”
A soft moan falls from your lips when his mouth finds the valley of your chest, lips pressing warm against skin the camisole doesn’t cover. He feels your chest rise sharply under him. Pushing the hem of the silk up slowly, he reveals the plane of your stomach, enough to press his lips there too, kissing your abdomen to your belly button to…
Your fingers entangle in his hair and tug. You pull him right off, and he lets himself be dragged up, peering at you expectantly.
“What are you doing?” you ask, although it’s not really a question.
He holds your gaze. Kisses your stomach again without looking away. “Treating you right. The way you deserve.”
That answer doesn’t seem to satisfy you, and your eyes narrow. “Jungkook—”
God, he’s done it now. Full name. You usually revert to ‘pretty boy’ or ‘Kookie.’
“Let me.” His voice comes out lower than he intends, Your fingers are still in his hair and the nerve endings in his body are very aware of every point of contact. “Please.”
Sighing, you shake your head. “You don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to.” He turns his head, presses his lips to the waistband of your panties. “I want to. I’ve wanted to for a very long time.”
“But you’ve never—”
“I know.” His jaw tightens. Do you think he’s not capable of pleasing you the way you do him? Jungkook doesn’t normally care for the male ego, nor does he think it needs to be stroked, but a swell of anxiety pushes to the forefront of his brain. “I’m aware of that. Which is why I need you to let me.”
You stare at him hopelessly. “Kookie.” Your thumb traces his cheekbone. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I’m not proving anything.” He catches your hand, turns his face into your palm. “I just… I want to know what you taste like.”
Jungkook senses that he’s got you right where he wants you. He watches as you teeter on the breaking point of resolve. Watches your lips part and your eyes go soft at the edges and he feels the fingers in his hair loosen their grip.
“Please,” he says again. He’s also learned you can’t say no to him in certain scenarios, which he is not above using. “Let me. I’ll be good.”
“I’ll be so good,” he murmurs against your stomach, nosing at the hem of the camisole. “I promise. Tell me if I’m doing something wrong, tell me what you want, I’ll do whatever you want, princess.”
You wiggle underneath his grasp. With a quick peek at your panties, he can see the wet spot forming where your pussy is. Fuck, his mouth waters, eyes lighting up. Just one taste of you and he’ll be yours forever.
“Does my pretty boy want to taste me?” You card your fingers through his ruffled hair, and the sensation goes straight to his cock.
Jungkook eagerly nods, shuffling closer so that his lips ghost over your soaked panties. He wants this. A man who identifies what he wants and acquires it, who does not linger in the wanting. In the privacy of his own humiliation, he’s done research. He has asked Namjoon things he will never speak of again. He has lain in the dark of this penthouse thinking about the little moans you make and what it would take to make more of them, better ones, ones that are specifically his to hear.
“Okay, Kookie,” you say, “I’ll teach you, yeah?”
His hands find your hips, fingers curling around the waistband of your panties. “I’ll do good,” he says. “I promise.”
You look down at him, propped on your elbows, oh so pretty in the low light of his penthouse that something in his chest pulls taut. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky. Jungkook wants to make this as enjoyable for you as you always are for him. He tugs down your underwear, inch by inch, before tossing them somewhere he doesn’t care to know.
Under the light, your folds glisten with arousal, and his mouth waters with desire. Something visceral sprouts in his chest and he suddenly feels possessive over you, although he has no right to claim you. You run your manicured fingers through his hair, breaking his trance. “Give it a lick, Kookie. Taste me.”
You really don’t have to tell him twice. Jungkook connects his tongue to your folds, licking up a stripe and tasting your essence on his tongue. It’s sweet, salty, like sugar on his tongue and he’s addicted. He moans into you, and you grin widely, ruffling his hair. “Tastes so fucking good, princess,” he sighs, diving back in for a few more kitten licks.
He spreads your legs wider, wrapping them around his broad shoulders, wearing your thighs like earmuffs. You jolt forward, eyes widening, and Jungkook tries to remember what Namjoon told him. Tries to picture the porn videos he watched. Tentatively, he licks over your folds before coming to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub he thinks is your clit. You squeal, “Fuck, right there, baby.”
“Hm, right here?” he innocently asks, repeating his actions and circling your clit with his tongue. He tries to fall into a pattern, remembering that Namjoon told him when girls like something, it’s smart not to switch it up. Lo and behold, you squirm, and his big hands push down on your hips, pinning you to his plush mattress.
“Oh, fuck,” Your back arches off his bed as he tongues your clit, his hand reaching around to try and spread your folds to gather more and more of your milky arousal. “It feels so good, Kookie, y-you’re such a good boy.”
He moans at the praise, tongue working faster against the nub. Jungkook’s mind is on autopilot, instinctively moving as though it’s done this before. He ignores the ache in his cock, using his long, tattooed fingers to push into your sopping entrance. Your walls feel so tight around him, so wet and warm. He lets his fingers rest there, uses what you taught him on fingering to thrust in and out of you while he stimulates your clit. Your fingers twist in his hair. “Shit, so good, baby. Doing such a good job for me. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Yeah?” He pops his head off, fully aware your juices are all over his lips. The way you look at him tells him you don’t mind one bit. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you, juices collecting on his wrist. “I want to taste you, princess. Are you gonna cum on my tongue?”
He says the words so innocently that he forgets they’re sinful. Your lashes bat at him as you try to fight back another moan, eyes connected to where his biceps strain with each movement of his fingers. “Y-yes, Kookie, I’m gonna cum—fuck—if you keep going.”
“I’m doing good, right?” He licks a stripe up your folds, maintaining eye contact. He watches as your eyes roll back into your head, walls tightening around him again.
“Doing so good for me, baby,” you whine. “My pretty boy.” His heart flutters in his chest. He dives back in, tongue poking around your entrance, fucking in and out along with his fingers. His nose presses against your clit, and he can’t help but shake his head back and forth to try and stimulate your clit.
“W-where did you learn that?” You moan, and he has to fight to hide the smirk. Kim Namjoon is good for some things, he supposes. Apparently, he has just the right nose to fuck your clit with. You push his head onto your pussy, even though there’s not an inch of space left. He can hardly breathe, but none of it matters, not when he’s so intoxicated off you.
He just wants to be a good boy, wants to prove himself to you. You deserve only the best, and he’s determined to learn and give it to you. Jeon Jungkook doesn’t fail at anything, period. And that includes making you cum.
“Fuck, fuck, Kookie, don’t stop,” you pant, “I’m gonna cum, right there, baby.” Your limbs thrash against his ears, but none of it matters, nothing matters except for how utterly amazing you taste, how ethereal you sound when you’re all his.
He crooks his fingers upwards like Namjoon told him to, feeling your sweet spot and toying with it. Your back arches once more off the mattress, but he uses all his weight to hold you steady. With one final swirl of his tongue against your clit, he can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, milky cum coating his hands and lips. Jungkook laps at your entrance, taking as much of you into his mouth as he possibly can. “Oh—fuck.” You throw your head back onto the pillow. “Fuck, baby. That was so good. You’re so good to me.”
He peers up from between your thighs, smiling widely.
It’s then, and only then, that he realizes he came in his fucking pants.
Again.
God, he’s a loser.
Thankfully, you don’t care much for that, eyes glossy and lips swollen. You’re still under a dreamlike trance after your orgasm.
“C’mere and give me a taste,” You crook your finger towards him and he grins devilishly, unwrapping your legs from around him and climbing over you. His lips find yours as easily as they always do, and a whimper escapes you as you taste your essence on his lips. Jungkook has to hold himself back from cumming in his pants (yet again—and really, twice is far too embarrassing, even for a man with as little experience as him).
“You’re never.” You kiss his cheek. “Ever.” Then kiss his jaw. “Ever.” You kiss his lips chastely. “Doing that to another fucking girl, you hear me?” Your hand finds his jaw, forcing you to stare at him.
You must think he’s insane.
Maybe he is. Maybe thirty years of total indifference followed by one woman has rewired him. Maybe he has completely lost the plot. Maybe his dumbass friend were right about everything and Jungkook will have to live with that.
However, he would, without hesitation, rather be lowered into the ground at his own funeral than spend a single day knowing someone else has what he just had. He would rather explain to his father why the Jeon succession plan fell apart than lose the best thing that has ever happened to him, and that includes the company, the penthouse, and the Ferrari he still hasn’t bought himself.
Suddenly, a thought clicks in his brain. The final puzzle piece of your words slotting into his mind.
“So,” Jungkook begins, lips ghosting over your jaw. “Does that mean you’re keeping me?”
