“To whom?”

“Your friend Taehyung.”

“Agh… How much is that prick paying you?”

The point of the matter was that it was bustling, some colliding if they looked away from where they were going for more than a breath. It worked in your favour for it was then easier to make yourself scarce right after stealing bags of coins, such as those of the three men seemingly bargaining by a workshop’s entrance out of which a large block of marble was being dragged. Perfect.

“Three ducats.”

“Three?! He’s robbing you of two ducats. I’ll pay you the five it’s worth.”

You kept your head low as you approached the pair that seemed wealthier and with those stealthy hands of yours unfastened the bags tied to their belts. After all, pickpocketing was a skill you’d had under your own for some years now, so this was bound to go smoothly.

Because you didn’t realise there was a guardian with them, perhaps you’d grown arrogant.

“I’m sorry, maestro. It’s reserved.”

“But it’ll become a waste in his possession!”

As you slipped away into the crowd, mouth watering at the fresh-baked bread you were going to devour as soon as bought, this brown dog leaped up at you out of nowhere, ignoring your desperate efforts to shake him off. If anything, they caused him to bark.

No, no, no…

The three men turned to the scene playing out not so far, and thinking his dog was bothering you one of them shouted, “Bam, come here, boy!” but as he obediently ran to his owner, you were too slow to hide the bags in your hands. It only took the pair a second to make them out, check whether theirs still hung on their belts, find them not, work out you’d stolen them, look back up, and find you not either.

Of course, you’d made your escape by then, dived into the sea of people and swum through them as quickly as possible, only stopping when you reached an empty vaulted alley to catch your breath.

That was ridiculously close. If you weren’t more careful next–

Your train of thought was interrupted by someone grabbing you by the arm from behind and pushing you against the nearest wall. A grunt accompanied the thud, and a gasp followed at the sight of the two men from before—dog included. Pinned in place, it’d be a bad idea to fight back or attempt to run away again. Fuck’s sake.

“Do you know what happens to thieves?” the one cornering you asked so close that when the cold breeze rustled his hair, some strands grazed your face. You looked away to avoid the tickling rather than out of fear, or so you wanted to believe. “They have a hand cut off. Seems fair, doesn’t it, Jimin?”

By contrast, that Jimin didn’t look intimidating, otherwise still catching his breath from the chase, but he did snatch the coin bags from your hands. “It doesn’t have to be so, maestro. We got our money back. She’s… just a girl.”

“And that exempts her of crime?”

“Please, don’t report me,” you begged, humiliating as though it was.

“Why shouldn’t we?” the maestro scoffed. Maestro… You were being threatened by a damned craftsman, the other one probably his assistant.

“Because I don’t want to lose a hand?”

“Oh, but we wanted to lose money, did we?” You rolled your eyes, and he released his grip only to step away. “Take us to your father, brat. He’ll answer for you.”

It took you a moment to respond, “I don’t have a father, or anyone... Only I can answer for my actions.”

“You’re a beggar?” Jimin asked, taking pity as he studied your appearance for the first time. Dishevelled hair, tattered dress, unpleasant smell… Yes, they should’ve guessed.

“She doesn’t beg, though, does she? She steals.”

“Only from cunts.”

His head snapped to meet your glare, and Jimin laughed, “You seem to not know whom you speak to.” He could be Jesus for all you cared. Uninterested, you petted the dog, Bam, seeing as he’d leapt up at you again. “This is Jeon Jungkook.”

You froze. The Jeon Jungkook? The famous artist who painted and sculpted for the Pope? Whom faraway kings and even emperors commissioned? The one whose genius was said to be changing the world?

At the lack of attention, Bam returned to his master, and that snapped you out of your shock to ask, “Then why do you whine?” The two men frowned, having clearly expected an apology paired with the usual bootlicking. “As if you need that bag more than I!”

“What nerve,” he scoffed again, making you wince by grabbing your arm tighter than before and starting to drag you into the next street. “You’re going straight to the authorities!”

“Wait,” Jimin intervened, thank God. “Weren’t you in need of a servant, maestro?”

“So?”

Jimin pointed at you with his gaze as though it was obvious. “You’re in need of a servant, she’s in need of a roof.”

“I would rather have a hand cut off.”

“I would rather have her hand cut off too.”

Jungkook tried to resume dragging you, but Jimin blocked his way with a soft smile. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N…”

“Do you know how to take care of a household?” Slowly, you nodded, melancholy engulfing you at the memory of cooking or sweeping the floor with your mother once upon a time. Somehow, she always found a way to make chores fun... “Then you qualify for the job. You’ll have three meals a day and a bed to sleep on. And you, maestro, a servant who’ll work her hardest, lest you fire her and she ends up in the streets again.”

Both you and Jungkook reluctantly glanced at each other. Truth be told, you didn’t prefer losing a hand to living with him, you just didn’t like him. Despite being a celebrity, he was a stranger. It just wouldn’t work.

But then, why were you holding your breath, hoping he’d accept?

“We shouldn’t have left Namjoon’s workshop. The marble is about to be delivered,” he said walking away. The air left your lungs in disappointment. It seemed you were to remain a stray cat. Jimin pressed his plump lips apologetically as he gave you enough coins to buy that bread, and you nodded, grateful all the same for his trying. You watched him rush to Jungkook’s side but when this one saw him, he turned around. “Hurry up, brat. If Taehyung gets that block of marble, I’ll not take you in.”

Since the first day, you could attest to Jeon Jungkook’s nature being as rough and uncouth as the rumours claimed, and after living alone with him for two months still believed gossip such as that he’d got the scar on his left cheek in a tavern fight—in which, if you’d chanced to be present, you would’ve rooted for the other individual.

It appeared it wasn’t just others Jungkook was harsh to. However rich his talent had turned him, he behaved like a poor man, consuming food and drink sparingly and out of necessity instead of pleasure, spending only the money required to live decently, sleeping little in order to work on commissions from dawn to midnight…

Why he chose to take little care of himselfwas a mystery to someone who previously had not been allowed a choice, even if putting work before all was in order to thwart Kim Taehyung’s plans of ruining his career, as he claimed. You doubted his rival was obsessed with him so, but had learned to agree with whatever Jungkook grumbled to avoid disputes. Most times.

Deep down, you had a feeling your boldness amused him. Who else dared get on his nerves?

“I think all you artists fluttering around the Pope are no more than slaves to money,” you let drop once while making his bed. Bam was sleeping peacefully under the window, while Jungkook leaning against the door’s frame behind you, offended to the core. He could help, you thought, or at least loosen my corset a little…

“I, a slave? I’ll be damned… There is an angel inside every block of marble, and I’ll have you know I carve to set it free.”

“Is it the angel that charges the Pope, then, master?” You could feel him barely restraining the urge to throw you out the window, smiled as you finished smoothing out the blankets.

“You missed a wrinkle there.”

Hands on your hips and frown on your brows, you examined the neatly arranged coverings of his bed. “Where?”

“On your face,” he muttered before making his leave.

Not his finest jibe, but the metaphor did stay with you. An angel inside the marble… It perhaps applied to Jungkook himself, though you’d never tell him.

One instance it came to mind was recently, when his assistants and apprentices were invited over for dinner.

Usually, he’d tell you which meals he liked and you’d ask at the marketplace which ingredients to buy, but now that about ten meals were to be cooked a list was needed. So there he sat on his desk in his study, inking said list as you waited in front of him, fiddling with the undershirt that peeked out of your dress’ sleeves. Given that your eyes were fixed on it, you only learned Jungkook was done when the sound of his quill scratching the paper ceased.

“Be back no later than dusk,” he ordered, “I bet there are still Germans and Spaniards lurking about.”

A year had passed since the Sack of Rome, but the mention of it sent a shiver of fear down your spine. Whatever the political reasons for it, you hated everyone involved, for Hell itself would’ve been a more beautiful sight to behold those nine months when the Tiber’s waters remained painted red…

You were lucky to make it through. Your family wasn’t.

“Yes, maestro.”

“Here,” he said handing you the paper, then picked another letter from a pile of correspondence he’d been going through before your arrival. Jungkook was about to snap its wax seal when he looked up to realise you hadn’t moved an inch. “Why are you here? Away with you!” He saw the reason in the way you avoided eye contact. “You can’t read, can you?” Met with a silence charged with embarrassment, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, “Give me the list.”

Getting hold of the quill again, Jungkook began… doodling?

You tilted your head but couldn’t see well what he was drawing until he finished and returned the list to you. Then, your lips parted. Each item on the list was illustrated next to its name: ten loaves of bread, a jug of wine, tortellini, four anchovies, two fennel soups…

“I’ll teach you to read when I have time. This will do for now.”

“You’d do that?” For me?

Jungkook ignored you, before he went back to reading his letters complimenting the good gesture with an irritated, “Hurry up.”

That night his co-workers arrived one by one, Jimin the first. The sight of him when you opened the door brightened up your mood.

Unlike a certain someone he was always sweet to you, genuinely interested to know how you fared even if you were just a servant. He claimed that mattered not to him, that you were both commoners and thus equals.

“Look at this place, it’s spotless! And you know I’m furtive, so I won’t get in your way,” you told Jimin as you escorted him through a hallway, bright from the torches hung on the walls that you’d lit up earlier.

He laughed, “I cannot make you my servant, Y/N, you’re maestro’s.”

“But he’s going to drive me mad… To tell you one of many examples, he often falls asleep in his clothes, and who but I is to take his boots off so they don’t get the sheets dirty? If the chalk on his fingers or the dust from the chiseling on his hair won’t already. Bam is far cleaner…”

Jungkook had a workshop he barely set foot in, preferred his team made use of it instead to not be bothered by their idiocy. His words. So it was in a chamber on the ground floor of this house he gave way to artistic insanity. In your book, that meant constant cleaning.

Jimin looked at you fondly. “Sounds nightmarish.”

“It truly is!”

As soon as the two of you entered the dining hall, Bam ran from Jungkook’s side by the fireplace to Jimin, who was as excited to see him.

“Good night, maes–”

“Do you think I’m deaf, ungrateful brat?” Jungkook interrupted him to bark at you. “Rome is full of people begging to get a piece of me, so if you don’t like it here, I’ll just get someone else!”

“You say that and yet keep me like a prisoner!”

“As if you don’t have it better here than anywhere you’ve burdened with your presence before!”

“There, there…” Jimin interjected to de-escalate, kneeling to better stroke Bam. “Maestro, I’ve seen your latest sketch of the Virgin and Child. She resembles Y/N.”

Both you and Jungkook failed to fight off the embarrassment, gazes unable to find a place to settle. Sitting down on the large table, he explained, “It was just one time… I had used Yoongi as a model, but the Madonna looked too masculine... and rather than going through the trouble of finding some girl and hiring her, I had Y/N pose for me… So what! Why bring it up out of nowhere…”

“Because maybe you just need a bit of distance from time to time. With permission, I too would have Y/N pose for m–”

“Absolutely not.”

“Now, why the hell not?” you groaned stamping your foot, startling poor Bam. Hope had been born inside you in a second and cruelly crushed in the next.

“Because I say so. And watch your tone with me.” As usual, the mutual glaring would trick anyone into thinking the next step would be murder. Jimin, who knelt there awkwardly, certainly thought so, at least until the bell rang. “Now go answer the door!”

What happened later, though, rendered the fury Jungkook had evoked in your heart nonexistent and instead seized the thing in a clasp of distress.

In the morning, he walked in when you were sweeping the kitchen. At once you forced the sobs to stop and turned around so he wouldn’t see you wipe your tears.

“It’s past nine, where’s breakfast?” he asked in shock that you hadn’t even started making it, the table there empty.

You swore under your breath before leaving the broomstick leaning against the nearest wall, flushed face kept out of Jungkook’s sight, then in a haste fetched a plate, a knife, and a leftover bread loaf. “Apologies, master, I forgot. I’ll be upstairs in a minute.”

Sniffling betrayed you, at which Jungkook frowned. “Are you crying?”

Great, the question just about especially designed to make one well up. Not trusting your voice anymore, you shook your head. Jungkook approached, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the task at hand, now cutting a few slices of the bread.

“Have you broken something?” You shook your head again, the suppressed sobs making your chin tremble. Jungkook took a deep breath before asking with a surprisingly soothing tone, “Then what’s wrong?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

Within an hour, he’d summoned a meeting consisting of all who’d attended dinner the previous night.

A seemingly calm Jungkook was sat at the head of the table, elbows sunk on it and fingers interlocked. You stood behind him, head still low out of shame. A tense silence had fallen in the chamber some time ago, and sick of it, Jimin shattered it.

“Have you anything to tell us, maestro?”

“I was waiting for Biagio to do so.”

The man was one of Jungkook’s favourite assistants who had worked with him for years, even longer than Jimin. And if it was possible for your position to be trickier, he belonged to some noble family.

“Me? But I’ve nothing to say, maestro.”

Jungkook leaned back in his chair. “My servant will, then. Y/N?”

Bastard. If you are going to fire me, why make me go through this?

“Last night, w-when I left this hall to go refill the wine jug… Messer Biagio followed me into the kitchen, and… h-he trapped me from behind, and started t-to touch me…” Your vision soon blurred, hence why you couldn’t see clearly how concerned Jimin was for you, or how Biagio jumped up in outrage. “I managed to push him away, and ran upst–”

“How dare you slander me, wench? Maestro, you do not believe this!”

“Do I not?”

“She’s lying! I caught her stealing sketches from your study, likely to sell them, so she’s trying to get rid of me!”

You almost scoffed. Only an idiot would choose the one occasion guests had come over and her absence would be noticed to carry out a theft.

Jungkook tilted his head. “I thought you had nothing to say. Why would you keep such a thing just now?”

Biagio gulped. “I deemed it best to mention it later, in private... You won’t believe a pickpocket before an old friend, will you?”

Silence returned, your breath still as you saw all the assistants and apprentices visibly take pity on him. The only one who didn’t was Jimin, but even on his face there was a hint of hesitation. Jungkook’s, you couldn’t see from behind, but after an eternity he stood up and walked over only to put a hand on the shoulder of Biagio, who smiled in relief.

A quiet sob broke through your lips, heart sinking. You’d needed Jungkook to believe you in this. Not because of the consequences his protection as your master could save you from, but because, like it or not… he was the closest thing to family you had.

It turned out he did believe you, judging by the punch landed on Biagio’s jaw out of nowhere. And the next one on his cheekbone, and on his nose. Before everyone around the table had barely stood up to stop Jungkook, he’d already thrown Biagio down and straddled him, pulling his doublet’s collar in a close, tight grip as he continued beating him up. Blood was drawn, but for once, you didn’t mind having to scrub it later.

Jungkook’s influence trumped a whole noble house’s, you learned in the course of the months Biagio tried his mightiest and failed most miserably to have him arrested. Perhaps because of the Pope sitting on his shoulder.

That he’d taken your side was still hard to believe, all he’d grumbled with a shrug when you thanked him while tending to his wounds from the fight being, “I’d been waiting for the chance. I always thought Biagio was a weasel.”

With the matter resolved, life returned to normal—well, whatever that meant in Jeon Jungkook’s household. Because calling for you at the top of his lungs like a madman was not normal. The first time he’d done it you’d raced downstairs, afraid something horrible had happened, only for him to have you close a window as it was getting chilly. Devil rot him. You rushed no longer after that, much to his complaints.

Today, he didn’t notice right away when you appeared under the cased opening, and good thing he didn’t, for he was polishing a bust with sandpaper… shirtless.

Product of hours carving stone into his desired shape or occasionally beating someone up, he could brag of having muscles, which the current task had covered in a layer of sweat and dust. The way they flexed with each movement had you compelled, wanting to reach out, feel if his skin was as hot as the blood pumping through your veins faster and faster. Then your gaze moved to the bust and whatever spell you were under broke.

Hardly an angel was that widowed noblewoman, whom you wished had stayed trapped inside a block of marble. Her name was Madonna Maddalena, and she’d come some weeks past to make a commission covered in pearls, gold, and boldness.

“My friends refused to accompany me today. You’re said to be… disagreeable, which I’m sure is untrue. However, all of them do want to know if you’re as fine-looking as is also rumoured, maestro” she told Jungkook within minutes of meeting him, still by the entrance!

Now you can tell them he’s not, you bit your tongue before it remarked, as this wasn’t Jimin but a patron not to be scared away by your bickering. It wouldn’t be true anyway. All your master lacked in manners, he made up for with looks… Which you’d never say out loud. You’d never say either that he looked even better when irked.

“I’ve heard many rumours about myself, most of them nonsense. My appearance was involved in none.”

She smiled seductively. “I suppose I’ll have to be the one to spread them.”

“The weather is pleasant today,” Jungkook changed the subject, flustered beneath the formal demeanour. “Shall we have wine in the garden?” You left to prepare it not before catching Maddalena raise her brow at you in disapproval. She must’ve been able to tell you thought she was a pompous cunt.

The beautiful flowers you cared for tried their best outside, but the air didn’t get any better.

Sat around a small table, Maddalena explained she wanted a bust of herself by his talented hand to decorate the main hall of her palazzo. You served them wine, not really listening until Jungkook started playing hard to get. The hundred times you’d told him it wasn’t a good tactic to make his labour out to be too prestigious had apparently fallen on deaf ears.

“Any other artist could carry this out, Madonna. I am working for the Pope these days…” he subtly scolded her, a mere mortal, for wasting his precious time. And he wondered why he had a reputation for being arrogant.

Maddalena put his thoughts into plain words, “So why should you stoop to taking commissions from an insignificant widow?”

“Correct,” you said under your breath, luckily heard by none from the background, where you stood holding a wine jug until the madonna raised her cup and you approached to refill it.

“It is then fortunate I’m to marry a nephew of the Pope’s.”

Swayed by her future influence, Jungkook smiled back. “So it is.”

“But not for another week. ‘Till then, I belong to no man.” The suggestion in her tone almost drove you to spill wine all over her. No, better yet: order Bam to sic on her. He’d do it.

Just, who did this woman think she was? And why did Jungkook not kick her out right afterwards? It made you wonder whether he’d enjoyed the flirtation. Whether he would’ve been the one to take things further had his inconvenient servant not been present. It was common for men to have affairs and lovers, but it didn’t sit well with you that Jungkook might. Not that you ever imagined him doing any of that, for goodness’ sake–

“What took you so long?”

Jungkook’s voice brought you back to the present, under the cased opening.

“I was lazing about, as always,” you quoted his favourite false reprimand, making him roll his eyes, your own dropping to the floor when he walked closer.

“In that case, prepare a bath for me.”

“Yes, master.”

You sighed at all the work ahead. That being a servant was worlds better than living in the streets didn’t mean you looked forward to collecting gallons of water from a well, carrying them back, heating them, transferring them to a tub, then washing Jungkook—because you did wash him.

Biagio had hurt his left shoulder bad and ever since, he’d needed assistance in certain activities. Curious how he could otherwise chisel a goddamned bust without problem.

Jungkook’s full nudity only made you blush if you stopped scrubbing, so knelt with tucked up sleeves before the wooden tub he was reclined on, scrubbing away the dirt on his skin with lavender-scented soap you were. Maybe all the stupid feelings you’d been suffering lately stemmed from there…

Head resting on the edge, he was exhausted from the long day of work, taking your rubbing as a relaxing massage. You, however, couldn’t ignore the stinging guilt, what with the scar on his shoulder right in front of your face. He probably felt your breathing on it.

“I’m sorry you got hurt…”

Jungkook fought heavy lids only to see you avoid him. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable in front of him was embarrassing, as when he’d caught you crying, but he didn’t take advantage of the fact to humiliate you. Jungkook may be an ogre, but he wasn’t cruel.

“I’ve received worse for less,” he assured you in a calm, low voice. It sounded soothing to your ears.

“That, I don’t doubt,” you scoffed, glancing at his other scar on the cheek. “Did you also get that one in defence of some lady?”

“You’re nowhere close to a lady.” It could be done, you mused. Drowning him. “This was courtesy of my brother.”

“You have a brother?” It dawned on you how little you knew of him. Surely, most had heard it all about the divine Jeon Jungkook, but you’d never cared enough to learn past the shell of gossip, even after months of living with him. In fairness, he’d never asked about you either. You preferred it that way.

“Brothers,” he corrected you. “The one who did this to me was a wayward fool. Had to teach him a lesson.”

“Looks like he taught one to you.”

“I left with a scratch, he with a limp.” The conception of two brothers hurting each other so harshly widened your eyes for a second, and Jungkook noticed, for he added, “He was whoring around, wasting the money I worked hard to send, bullying our other brothers as well.”

Much made sense about Jungkook all of a sudden. Not his personality, that was incomprehensible. But why he killed himself to earn money and yet barely spent it… He had a family to provide for. Once again, you were reminded of his metaphor. Could an angel be in there?

Carrying on washing Jungkook, you dragged the sponge over to his neck. Then his collarbones, his chest, his abs just peaking above the water... They did look like a sculpture’s, especially wet and soaped, reminiscent of polished marble when the light of the torches reflected on them. Swallowing hard, the back of your fingers gingerly graced Jungkook’s muscles, both soft and firm. Slippery. Whatever possessed you to keep feeling them, you lacked the will to expel from your body, and so without realising your grip on the sponge loosened until it fell to float away, fingertips now free to roam over his abs.

You were slowly trailing downwards, past the water’s surface, when your wrist was seized and held in the air in a warning manner, the startle almost making you scream.

Sat upright, Jungkook was glaring at you so fiercely you feared for your life. But he didn’t say anything and instead just breathed hard, jaw clenched… almost as if he was holding back. Your rising heartbeat was deafening in the silence waiting for something to happen, anything, but what did wasn’t what a side of you anticipated with excitement.

Jungkook just let go of your wrist and returned to his previous position, and you got hold of the sponge and finished washing him, albeit holding your breath the entire time.

Days later, you came dangerously close to being fired.

The Pope had summoned Jungkook—something about a portrait commission—and you were to carry his bag filled with sketches for him due to his shoulder injury. As you navigated the ever-busy streets of Rome with him, the cold autumn breeze made you regret not putting on an overgown. The cioppa you’d bought with your own salary and not stolen. It brought a smile to your lips that faded at the realisation your mother would’ve reminded you to put it on before going out.

The sorrow pestering you turned to confusion when Jungkook stopped walking and tsked, telling you loud enough to be heard by all, “Look at him, the chief of police, with such an assemblage.”

A well-dressed man and what appeared to be his entourage walked in your direction, halting near enough. You didn’t have to ask to know this was his rival, the renowned painter Kim Taehyung.

“Whereas you, like an executioner, walk alone,” he mocked Jungkook, then noticed you standing behind him like a timid child. “Not completely, my mistake. Maestro, where in your barren soil did you plant such a flower?” He walked over to you, intentionally bumping Jungkook’s wounded shoulder as he passed, causing him to grunt lowly. From up close one was bound to marvel at how handsome Taehyung was, but you didn’t need proximity to tell he was a prick. Miles away, you would’ve known. “Why don’t you come work for me, flower? I’ll make you my muse.”

Jungkook scoffed again, “What, for your horseshit paintings? She’d be a fool to.”

Taehyung turned around to face him, feigning confusion with a smile. “But, maestro, how could they be so if you were once heard saying that all I have in art, I got from you?”

"You naturally have to resort to plagiarising my master’s genius if all you do is horseshit,” you countered, earning surprised looks from every man present, some laughs too, you were proud to say. Jungkook was certainly smirking. Taehyung opened his mouth, but you walked past him uninterested before a response came out of it.

“Good girl,” Jungkook laughed while leaving the crime scene, and for some reason your cheeks burned hot.

The incident happened once inside the Vatican.

Its grandiose corridors alone made you feel small, too unimportant to walk them, whereas Jungkook did so with determination, knowing he belonged at the top of the world. What with your tempestuous relationship, it was easy to forget he was famous throughout Europe. His feet would still never be kissed by you. Someone had to humble the man, right?

At some point the two of you arrived at a door flanked by guards, and averse, you grabbed the sleeve of Jungkook’s doublet.

“Do I have to go in?”

“Too good for the Pope, are you?” He shook you off. “Come on.”

“Damn you…” you muttered.

“What did you just say to me?”

“After you, master.”

Telling himself he’d be late if he scolded you, Jungkook turned and nodded at the guards, who opened the door of a chamber whose walls were frescoed with angels and saints, likely by Taehyung, giving off the impression one was in Heaven. When you saw him sat on a golden chair, old and grey, enjoying the tune of a lute player, you felt as though you’d just entered Hell.

The audience lasted for ever. While you stood by the door, Jungkook showed the Pope some sketches of the portrait for him to choose his favourite and then they talked and talked of politics. All you could do was fix your gaze somewhere on the floor and sigh.

“Yes, Your Holiness, this is the servant I mentioned…” A frown proceeded your looking up to see Jungkook somewhat embarrassed, scratching his nose as if to hide his face. He talked of you to others? Doubtless to complain…

With a sweet voice as if he was talking to a little girl, the Pope asked you, “What is your name?”

“None of your business, Your Holiness.”

The musician’s tune ceased abruptly, allowing Jungkook’s faint gasp to be heard. Then fell a short silence spent by the Pope blinking, taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.”

Jungkook was quick to fake a laugh, though sweat formed at his temples. “A jest! She meant no offence, Your Holiness, but to make you laugh.”

You held the Pope’s glare in defiance, indifferent to the fact he was the most powerful man in the whole of Christendom.

By some miracle, he let it go, and you left that chamber minutes later with your head as yet attached to your body. Your arm wouldn’t be for much longer, though, given Jungkook was forcibly dragging you all the way out to the streets, pushing you into the first alley he saw.

“Are you out of your mind?!” he shouted, towering over you menacingly. Unlike the day you’d met, you weren’t scared, rather furious as him as you stood your ground. “That was the Pope, you fool!”

“So?”

Jungkook was in utter disbelief. “He could’ve ordered your execution– mine too!”

“Well, nothing happened!”

“Nothing?! I’m sure to fall out of favour!” He paced around, anxiety quickening his breath. “Years of pouring my soul into my craft, of grovelling before the right people, all thrown away! Good God, your attitude may cost me everything…”

“And what about me?! Everything lost to me does not matter?!”

Jungkook stopped to frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”

It was now you who walked up to him. “I didn’t have a job, or a reputation, or admirers. I had only a family, and I never wished for anything else! That monster you work for took them from me. When the foreigners’ armies came and everyone rushed to Castel Sant’Angelo, he gave the order to close the gates as soon as he was safe behind them! You must have been there with him, weren’t you? Well, we weren’t. We were left outside to be slaughtered. And I wish I had been, like my parents, so I didn’t have to suffer the likes of you any longer!”

Tears were streaming down your face by the end, Jungkook just staring back at you. It didn’t surprise him that your parents were dead or that they’d been killed during the Sack, but that it was so deep a wound left festering in your heart that you didn’t mind being put out of misery. He surmised your disrespectful behaviour towards him was also fruit of your pain, especially if you deemed him an ally of the one who caused it.

“The few things I own… They’re wasted on me. Throw them away or give them to your next servant,” you sobbed, taking for granted you were fired. Anyone with half a brain would indeed have you dismissed, and part of you knew it was bound to happen, that you would go back to breaking in fucking churches to spend the night.

So you turned around into the main street, set on wandering until your legs became too sore not to collapse. With any luck, a carriage would run over you. But warmth then surrounded your hand, and you looked down to see Jungkook’s holding it tight enough to force you to halt. Though still mad, a hint of compassion sparkled in his eyes.

“Let’s… Let us just go home.”

Home. His house had felt so for a while now, truth be told. Himself too.

After that, you non-verbally agreed on a ceasefire—avoiding quarrels, that is, which was quite the task for both.

Such as now that Jungkook had you inking down a letter in his name. First of all, did you look like a scribe? If you’d known in advance the lazy arse would teach you to read and write for this, you’d have chosen to remain illiterate. And second, this was your short break before making dinner, intended to be spent playing with Bam. The poor thing was also in the study, at least being stroked by his owner, who was sat beside you on the desk.

“… I send you my regards, may God keep you from all harm. Jeon Jungkook in Rome,” he finally finished dictating, and you recording. “Give it to me, I’ll seal it.”

He was melting the wax with which to do so when the bell rang, to his surprise. Sighing, you stood up and went to open the door to whom turned out to be Jimin. The sight of him brightened you up, and yours stretched his lips into a smile.

“Evening, Y/N.”

“Good evening! I didn’t know the master was expecting you.”

“He isn’t…” You welcomed him in, brows joining at how he continuously chewed on his aforementioned lip and breathed deep through his nose as he followed you. Had something happened…? A decision to eavesdrop was made en route to the study.

Though Jimin requested for you to stay once there, and nothing could have prepared you for the reason why.

“This actually concerns Y/N…” You and Jungkook exchanged confused looks, him leaning against the desk and crossing arms as though he didn’t like the sound of that. Jimin fixed his already perfect clothes before addressing him, “I’ve come to ask for her hand in marriage.” Your jaw dropped. “I know it’s sudden at the lack of previous courtship, but I thought I should ask for your permission before engaging in it, maestro. She’s a lovely girl… and I think she’d be happy as my wife. Worry not, I won’t ask for a dowry or for her to stop working… Although on second thought, fewer hours of service would be ideal.”

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be happening.

Jungkook must be thinking the same, for he squinted to ask, “Are you drunk?”

“N-No, of course not.”

“Are you sure? You want to marry a servant with little to her name.” He had a point, so you weren’t offended. If politics weren’t the reason for a union, did this mean… Jimin had feelings for you?

“Maestro, you say it as if I were a lord,” he chuckled. “I don’t care about Y/N’s possessions, I’ll provide for her anyway. I’ve… always been fond of her. And I dare say she shares the sentiment.”

Betrayal hid safely behind a look that asked if there was any truth to that. Obviously not! There was no romance in your own fondness for Jimin. If anything, you had thought he saw you as a younger sister to look after, therefore as a protective older brother you saw him. But so shocked were you still that no words managed to come out, and Jungkook’s gaze shifted back to Jimin.

“I’ll think about it. You may go.”

A curt tone was the norm for Jungkook, it was not being granted his blessing that disappointed Jimin. He knew for a fact he was an honourable man, so why wouldn't he entrust you to him?

“Quite well… I’ll show myself out.” he uttered, before making his leave failing to hide his low spirit by giving you one last shy smile you hadn’t the heart to return.

An awkward silence filled the air that even Bam daren’t break. Only once the front door was heard shutting did you walk closer to Jungkook.

“You won’t agree to this, will you?”

“Why shouldn’t I? I have to get rid of you at some point.”

“Rid of me? Like I’m a burden?” you asked, voice rising. How a servant could be so was unknown to you until, like wooden ship toys did when you’d submerge them in a bucket of water as a child, certain guesses surfaced in your thoughts. Trying to pickpocket him, the constant clashing, Biagio, that bath, the Pope… Yes, you may perhaps be described as a burden. But you didn’t want to leave. With a calmer tone, you pleaded, “I’ll behave from now on. I won’t cause any more trouble, I swear.”

Jungkook didn’t deign to look your way as he left, followed by Bam. “You have to marry at some point, Y/N. Otherwise people will gossip.”

Since when did he care about what people said of him? And why should you?

Winter having dropped its anchor, nightfall arrived early. Not early enough, you brooded as you cooked dinner, longing for the day to end once and for all. With any hope, all of this was a nightmare and upon waking up in the morning life would go back to normal. You didn’t even know why you wanted to stay with Jungkook, as the occasions in which you’d begged Jimin to employ you to leave this house were countless. The only certain thing was that you were upset.

Later, after washing all plates and cups, you began to put off all torches lighting the house, finding out in the hall that Jungkook hadn’t moved from the seat he’d dined in. You considered carrying on with your job and leaving him in the dark, but he wouldn’t find it as funny. Instead, you stood before him.

“Will that be all, master?”

The coldness in your expression made him sigh, “Y/N–”

“I shall retire, then.” You turned to leave but were made to stop in your tracks.

“It’s an advantageous proposal for you,” he lectured to whom he must believe an idiot. “Jimin works for me, he’s wealthy. A better match than you could ever aspire to. And he asks for no dowry because he doesn’t want money, he wants you…” His words were tainted with resentment. “He’ll take good care of you.”

Skirt of your dress swirling along, you faked a smile. “If you think so, master, then it must be so.”

He shook his head as he leaned back in defeat. “Suit yourself, but I won’t be the one to reject Jimin. You crush his heart.”

A laugh escaped you. “If you genuinely cared about him, you wouldn’t let him marry a woman in love with–” Oh no. It only hit you as you were saying it.

Jungkook had appeared annoyed, but now he was mad. “Who?” He stood up abruptly—chair’s feet scratching against the floor making you wince—and walked so close you were backed against the wall, face forced to turn to a side. In a low, deep voice, he repeated, less as a question and more as an order this time, “Who.”

There was no way in the nine circles of Hell you’d say it, when you didn’t want to believe it in the first place. For fuck’s sake, why? Jungkook only ever made you want to get away from him. That was the case right now, but then… why were your feet frozen?

Some unreasonable part of you seemed to have prevailed upon the others, casting away all resistance from your body and allowing yourself to indulge in Jungkook’s proximity. You met his eyes without fear, held his dark gaze. It didn’t take him long to work it out, yet he kept close, so close your unsteady breaths mingled, the effect akin to intoxication. He was visibly trying to hold back, telling himself it’d be a bad idea, but you prayed he wouldn’t care.

By God or the Devil, your prayers were heard.

Jungkook finally smashed his lips into yours, devouring them with a hunger you shared and felt growing as he gripped your waist to press you against him. A minute ago, you wouldn’t have imagined his tongue belonged inside your mouth, swirling around your own, and now you wanted it all over your body. As if reading your mind, Jungkook broke the ardent kiss to move down to your neck, which he licked painfully slowly before sucking hard, making you hiss with pleasure. He knew that would leave a mark, the bastard. You wondered if it was meant for Jimin, so he’d see you were Jungkook’s, and in such case you didn’t mind, let your eyelids close to enjoy it.

Steered by the lust possessing you, one hand grabbed his soft hair in a fistful, keeping his head in place where he was sweetly abusing your neck, while the other travelled southwards until it reached his crotch and held it over the trousers, feeling his cock stiffen. Jungkook groaned—a vibration to your skin—in retaliation lifting your skirt. You’d thought he'd take his time, tease you, but after ensuring you were wet enough by gliding his middle finger along your core, he slid it inside and began making beckoning motions.

“Master…” you moaned, legs shaking. Jungkook forsook your neck to pull back, watch how you struggled to keep it together as he added another finger, curling and uncurling them both, hitting all the right places, and unwilling to give him that satisfaction without consequences you groped his erection with the same vigour. Although he was in good control of his expression, his breath quivered against your lips, so he kissed them again, biting hard into your lower one.

He exhaled, “You’re driving me to sin…”

Indeed, the same fingers that held the brushes when he painted religious artwork were buried deep inside your cunt, bringing you the most sinful ecstasy. It made you chuckle. Jungkook took that as the mockery it was and, crossed, pulled his fingers out of you to drag you by the arm to the edge of the table, where he had you sit. Without delay he lifted your skirt again, only this time he also pulled down his trousers to reveal his cock, thick and throbbing, which he pumped as he watched you spread your legs eagerly, ready to take all of him.

With his free hand Jungkook cupped your cheek, thumb caressing your lower lip, coated with saliva and reddened still from when he’d bit it. He could sense your desire, that you craved him inside, had for a while. Desperately. And however much tempted he was to make you beg for it, his own arousal led his cock to your entrance and eased it inside already, another groan hitting the back of his bared teeth. You didn’t have time to gasp, his thrusts so quick they earned only moans, so wonderful did it feel.

Jungkook’s hand on your cheek then wrapped around your neck. “Do you know how often I’ve fantasised strangling you?”

You chuckled again as you slapped him across the face. Jungkook halted his movements in shock, glared at you. “And I slapping you?”

It took him a moment, but he scoffed and pushed you back so that you were lying down, climbing next atop you, confident that the wooden table was sturdy enough to hold both. So legs hooked around his torso and arms around his neck, you welcomed his thrusts, rough enough to make your eyes water. But it felt heavenly, how he ravished you... The mutual irritation and tension building up for over half a year translated into indescribable pleasure.

He kissed you again, flicking his tongue against yours as he pounded into you without mercy. Overwhelmed by the sensation, all you could do to express you were nearing your limit was sink your nails into Jungkook’s biceps at each side of you, moan inside his mouth. He took the hint and fucked you as fast as his body would allow, within mere seconds your walls clenching tight around him. The sight of you collapsing under him, overcome with bliss, made him reach his own highest shortly, spurting his warm seed inside you.

As his movements gradually ceased, so did your panting. Before a complete silence fell, you asked, “Am I still to marry Jimin?”

Jeon Jungkook. The things that man does to you.

You met him around 3 years ago , just casually relaxing in your room nothing too fancy and your brother comes home being all obnoxious and loud as per usual…

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Flashback

“SCOREEEEE”

“dude that’s so not fair don’t be like that”

“no a wins a win”

What’s with the noise down there? you think to yourself, but brush it off as no big deal , after all your brother never has any real regard for your beauty sleep anyways.

You roll over and try to sleep again after the rude disturbance coming from downstairs.

“AHAAAAA NOW PAY ME I WON FAIR AND SQUAREEE”

That’s it. You get up and prepare yourself to rage at the constant noise - walking with haste downstairs with nothing but slippers , an oversized shirt that could be mistaken as your fathers , and a cute bunny headband covering your head revealing your bare face.

You storm in with your fists clenched ; expecting only your brother with his headset on like he usually does.

“JOSHUA , i’ve told you time and time again stop being a prick and shouting so loud as if you have noise cancellation installed in the walls! YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LIVES HERE”

You yell to the top of your lungs to prove your point about the ridiculous sound level.

“ummmm… Y/N” your brother says in an unusual tone which is strange because he’s usually very snappy with his comebacks.

“what! guessing you don’t like my volume either huh! WELL THERES MORE WHERE THA-“

You looked to your brothers right and there was a guy stood beside him staring right at you.

There’s a Guy in the house

There’s a Guy in the house. A Guy I don’t know. A kinda hot Guy . A kinda hot Guy who just heard me yell to the top of my lungs. A kinda hot Guy who’s looking at me right now . A KIND OF HOT GUY WHOS SEEING ME IN MY HORRIBLE SHIRT AND BARE FACE!

He stands up , he’s wearing a white tee with grey sweatpants holding a controller , he’s got a few piercings and beautiful tattoos all over his arm , he’s pretty tall too and your brother stands nexto him as they both eye you whilst you stand there stupidly - mouth slightly open.

“Y/N this is my friend Jungkook , Jungkook this is my ridiculous little sister Y/N” your brother says with a smug look on his face as realises how embarrassed you are right now.

Jungkook walks towards you in a smooth stride.

“So your the cute baby sister i keep hearing about” , he says , tilting his head whilst looking down on you making you feel very vulnerable yet very horny.

You straighten your posture taking pride in your current state refusing to cower away due to the obvious embarrassment coursing through your body right now.

“I’d rather not be referred to like that but yeah im his sister and your making way too much noise down here as you can tell i’m trying to sleep”

You say as you move your hands up and down your body signalling what you’re wearing to him which clearly indicates you were in bed.

Your brother scoffs and rolls his eyes whilst returning to the game and sitting down , turning his back to you and jungkook , who are still both currently stood in the middle of the living room face to face.

Shit. As you stand there you scan his face, His complexion is almost god like , his lips look so soft and pretty and his eyebrows so nicely carved , his eyes too , his eyes are so-

“Is there something on my face?” Jungkook says with a slight smile. Yeah me hopefully..

“Nope , now if you and my brother don’t mind i’m going back to my room so be quiet” you offer a tight smile spinning on the balls of your feet not looking back , running straight to your room and shutting the door behind you , instantly throwing yourself to your bed as you freak the fuck out.

-

Jungkook stands there and smirks to himself thinking about the encounter you both just had.

“hurry up and get back on the game” joshua huffs whilst his eyes are intensely focused on the TV.

Jungkook sits on the couch nexto him and grabs a controller.

“You never told me your sister was so pretty”

Joshua whipped his once concentrated head straight to jungkook so fast to the point he almost got whiplash.

“absolutely not , nope , no way , plus she’s like 4 years younger than you PLUS My sister , so if you ever thought about getting with her then no. Anyway it’s like me if i had long hair… gross dude” Joshua said as he shook his head returning back to the game.

“hmm sure” Jungkook replied bluntly .

“i’m serious , she’s like a baby who complains 24/7 and shes insanely bratty AND she’s just like….not mature atall , she’s not ready for that lovey dovey shit im telling you” Joshua scoffs in pure denial.

“if you say so”

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3 years later

-

You have gotten used to seeing Jungkook around in your house , as time went by you found yourself crushing on him and wanting to impress him but your brother always found his ways of making you seem like some unprepared child who needs stabilisers or something, CLEARLY ruining your shot at getting with this guy (which you desperately want to do)

You starting to get more and more agitated as you desire Jungkook more each day , it’s almost like he’s a forbidden fruit and sometimes you even wonder if he finds you attractive , infact your really really curious.

-

“Hey kook” You say whilst poking his deliciously broad back as he stands in your kitchen scanning your fridge.

“Hey Y/N what’s up” He says not removing his attention from the fridge.

“i wanna ask you something” You mention with a serious face , feeling a bit daring due to the lack of eye contact.

“Talk to me” he says whilst straightening his back slightly.

Welp here goes. “do you find me attractive?”

There’s a slight silence.

He turns around and closes the fridge , looking straight at you and starts evaluating your body from head to toe , you suddenly feel small.

Your wearing a dress which clings to your body nicely , your hair is done in a style that suits you perfectly and your bat your eyelashes at him slightly as you await his answer.

“Your stun-“

“Hey guys what we talking about” Your brother rudely interrupts opening the fridge once again.

“nothing” you huff and walk away.

Was he gonna say stunning? why is my brother such a cock block , if he found out i wasn’t a virgin he would probably have a stroke

Jungkook exhales at the missed opportunity to compliment you but shrugs it off and continues talking to Joshua.

-

“Hey guys let’s watch a movie or something , it’s kinda late so it would be the best time to fall asleep straight after” Joshua recommends whilst putting something on regardless of your answers.

The hunger games starts playing and everyone gets comfy , Joshua is sat on the far end of the couch leaving a bit of room between him and Jungkook , and you are sat nexto Jungkook on the opposite end only difference is that your closer.

You pull a blanket over yourself as you lean back into the chair and glance over to Jungkook whose body heat you can feel radiating off of him.

It’s dark so you can’t really make of his facial expressions but you notice he’s holding popcorn.

You reach for some popcorn accidentally making direct contact with his hand , his hand is soft and big , I wonder how it would feel wrapped around my throat-

You left your hand lingering on his , looking for some sort of indication that he’s attracted to you , but he moved it back into his lap and looked at you curiously before facing the tv again.

You feel disappointed but you still can’t be too certain that he isn’t attracted to you.

You feel a slight heat growing between your legs as you realise how close he is to you and how easy it would be for him to touch you , the thought of it makes you rub your thighs together hoping for some kind of relief.

Jungkook seems to notice this and he places a hand on your bare thigh right below the blanket placed over you.

The sudden contact makes you flinch but it only makes you even more horny and wet.

You bite your bottom lip and focus on the tv trying not to show too much excitement as his hand clutches to your thigh , and you wait for some sort of movement.

But after a minute or two you notice he isn’t moving his hand , and now the desire becomes pain as you crave his touch , something more.

You accidentally clamp your legs closed at your own thoughts , trapping his hand between your thighs.

Jungkook glanced over to Joshua who’s resting in the far end of the chair , focused on the movie.

then he puts his attention onto you who’s legs have just swallowed his hand , and he squeezes your inner thigh as if to signal you to open your legs.

You open your legs and rest back , expecting him to remove his hand and get back to the film.

Instead he slowly traces his hand up your thigh towards your underwear and your eyes widen and you look at him.

He’s still focused on the tv but his hand only moves futher up landing straight onto your clit.

You bite your lips as you suppress a little moan at the sudden contact , wanting nothing more than for him please you with his fingers.

He starts to move his fingers in a circular motion , softly pressing down on your clit , he feels how wet you are already and it only turns him on more feeling himself growing in his jeans.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth and open your legs further, clenching your eyes closed in attempt to not make a single sound.

Jungkook leans towards your ear and whispers , “Keep quiet if you want me to make you feel good”

The air is thick as you want nothing more but to ride his fingers there and then , and maybe even more .

His fingers suddenly stop and the withdrawal makes you whine slightly , then he slides his hands in your panties feeling your bare pussy.

The feeling of his bare hands between your legs makes you thrust forward , wanting nothing but to ride his hand.

Jungkook raises his brow as he sees how desperate you are for him as you attempt to rut against his hand like a cat in heat.

“Baby your gonna need to keep still before your brother notices , hmm?” Jungkook whispers in your ear as you feel his breath fan against your face slightly.

His fingers circle your hole then he slowly pushes a single digit in.

You both slightly gasp at the tight grip you have on his finger.

“Your so tight , i wonder how you would feel wrapped around me” he says as he leans into you again , only this time he places a lingering kiss on your neck as he thrusts his finger into you and uses his thumb to rub on your needy clit.

Shit i want him so so bad

You slightly whimper as he quickens his pace , feeling that sensation of an orgasm , but you didn’t want it to be that easy… you wanted more.

You grab his hand , which catches him by suprise as he was sure he could feel you tightening around him getting closer to your release.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

“I want more” You nod your head towards your brother who’s fallen into deep slumber , who’s most definitely not waking up any time soon.

“Your his little sister i c-“

“His little sister yet your hand is on my pussy right now” you smirk , silencing him.

“Fuck it fine” He takes your hand into his and leads you to your room , which he hasn’t entered until now.

You shut the door behind yourselves and he stands still scanning your room.

“pretty cute room” He says whilst fiddling with items on your dresser.

“whatever , now please do something about this before i cry” You say softly rubbing between your legs.

Jungkook looks down at you and licks his lips whilst tracing your body with his hands and your nipples perk through your tshirt.

He sits at the edge of your bed and leans back , resting his elbows on the sheets.

“Come sit on me baby” He says whilst unbuckling his belt to loosen his jeans.

Don’t have to tell me twice

You straddle his thighs sitting directly on his clothed dick wrapping your arms around his neck , instantly grinding yourself against him getting any sort of friction you can get.

He leans his head back and grips onto your hips , thrusting upwards into you.

You both moan at the connection of your clothed bodies rubbing against eachother like horny teenagers.

“touch me kook , please” You whimper.

“as you wish” He says , running his hands up your body to play with your hardened nipples , leaning in pressing his lips against yours for the first time , melting into you with a passion that felt a bit more intimate than it was sexual , but you didn’t question it, you didn’t have the time to , not when all you wanted was to ride him and feel him inside you.

You both pull away from eachother and exchange breath whilst looking into eachothers eyes .

“Jungkook i don’t know how long my brother is going to be asleep , if you want me now is your chance”

You say looking directly into his eyes , looking for some type of answer , longing for something, anything that shows he wants you just as much as you want him.

He stares back

he’s silent for a minute

A minute too long.

“i want you , i do….i swear but….. your my best friends little sister” he breathes out , looking into your eyes hoping to find acceptance instead of hurt , but as he searched , he found only disappointment and humiliation.

Your arms which were wrapped around his neck dropped down into your lap and you look down.

i’m such an idiot, he was just horny and wanted to mess with me , he doesn’t want me , he will never want me. i’ll always be my brothers little sister , not womanly enough for him to make love to.

Jungkooks heart raced at the thought of hurting you , he didn’t mean to , his loyalty to your brother interfered with his desire for you. He held onto your hips and tilted his head trying to get a clear view of your face.

“okay Jungkook , sure i get it, it’s whatever” You shrug , offering the same tight smile you offered him on the first day you met him , only this time this smile held pain , heartbreak and shame.

You get off of him , feeling cold due to the loss of body heat you were once entangled in , and you walk to your door opening it holding your head low , signalling for him to leave.

Jungkook stands up and fixes his clothes , looking right at you to try and read your expression , but he silently takes his leave and returns to your sleeping brother who is still submerged in the couch.

“I guess i’m just not up to his standards , i can get over this , i can do it , i can”

You murmur to yourself as you curl into a ball on your bed , wishing for the night to be over with.

-

2 Months later

Jungkook still came over regularly, but you avoided contact with him as much as you could , wanting to avoid any possible interaction or embarrassment.

Jungkook felt like an absolute villian knowing he broke the trust with your brother yet he feels even worse knowing he couldn’t give you what you wanted , but he thinks it’s for the best.

Or so he thought………

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Usually, you could hold your liquor better than this. In fact, this was the first time, in a long while, that you could remember having a hangover. Your mother was your drinking buddy—started drinking with you when you were a junior in high school, and although she shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t mind. Your mother was a great mother. Your mother was your best friend. Your mother was a great parent. Yes, she had her shortcomings, but who didn’t? Certainly not you. You remembered the first time she asked you to try Soju, and subconsciously, it brought a smile to your face, and a low chuckle to escape your lips. You made a mental note to text her later.  

As you left your bed, there was a knock on your bedroom door. Knowing it was your cousin, you told him to come in while you fixed your bed, and looked for your phone in the process. 

“Your phone’s in your bag,” Taehyung muttered as he stepped inside your room, and leaned against the wall of the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “I brought you home too. Jungkook wanted to, but he rode a motorcycle, and you were wasted. It wasn’t safe.” 

You nodded in understanding. You figured out that much. Like what Taehyung said, your phone was indeed inside your bag. Quickly, you unlocked it, and checked your notifications. Some were just annoying spam emails, app notifications, and automated messages from your SIM provider, but there was one message that made your heart beat quickly due to panic that you didn’t even notice Jungkook’s message. 

“Y/N, I need to talk to you,” Taehyung said. 

“We will talk, but not right now, I’m late for my tutoring session, Tae,” you hurriedly told him as you texted your tutee that you would be late, but that you would come since it was his midterms next week. 

“Y/N, I’m serious. I still don’t approve of you and Jungkook dating.” 

You should have expected this. In the years you spent with Taehyung, you should have known that he wasn’t the type of person who could accept “no” as an answer, and not getting what he wanted when and if he wanted it. You thought it only applied to everything else in his life; apparently, it also applied to your dating life. 

“Taehyung, haven’t we gotten over this? Who I date is not yours to dictate,” you shook your head, sighing deeply as you gathered everything you needed for your quick shower. You were definitely not going to attend your tutoring session dressed from last night, and smelling like beer and nicotine. 

“Jungkook’s a piece of shit as a boyfriend, Y/N. He’s crazy possessive and he gets so fucking jealous. His charming persona is just that—a persona. I don’t want you to get hurt by him, Y/N, please.” 

The desperation in his voice was evidently obvious. When you looked at him, you were unsure of what to say. How could he say that to his own best friend? 

“If he’s like that—,” 

“He is like that,” 

“Then why are you still friends with him?” you asked, pointedly. When Taehyung couldn’t give you an answer, you nodded. “Right. I thought so. I’m going now, Tae. This conversation is over.” 

When you arrived at Jamsil’s library, you were forty five minutes late to your session with Yang Jungwon, a freshman from your program, Journalism with a major in Investigative Reporting. You found him in your usual spot, writing away on his yellow pad while nodding his head along the music he was listening to. Inhaling deeply, you made your way toward him. When you were finally near him, you tapped on his shoulder, causing him to jump a little, but when he saw you—his deep dimpled smile appeared on his face. 

Yang Jungwon was like the little brother you never had but wished you had. You felt bad for thinking that way because you had Taehyung, but as stated, looking after him felt more like a responsibility you had no other choice but to take upon. With Jungwon, even though you were paid to help him with his studies, it never felt like a responsibility to you. You enjoyed spending time with him, helping him out, and sometimes, if the conversation steered into the direction, you enjoyed your deep and meaningful conversations with him. 

You smiled back at him, and took the seat beside him, sitting on it. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Jungwon. You can tell your mom that she doesn’t need to pay me for this session.” 

He shook his head. “No, noona. It’s okay. I didn’t mind the waiting. I got to use it to answer your mock tests.” 

“Really? Let me see. What did you answer first?” you asked, taking your messenger bag off of your shoulder, placing it on the table. 

“The Contemp—,” Jungwon began to say, but then he stopped, which caused you to tear your gaze away from the mock test in your hands, and to your tutee. You followed his gaze, and to your surprise, you saw Jungkook sitting across from you and Jungwon with a gentle smile on his face. He had his lip ring on—it was the first thing you noticed about him that day. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why did it feel like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do? Why did you suddenly feel anxious? 

Taehyung’s words rang in your ears: He’s crazy possessive. His charming persona is just that—a persona. 

Was all of it true? Was that the reason why he was here? Because you were with another guy? 

“I guess you didn’t read my message, babe,” he chuckled. “I told you not to buy lunch anymore because I cooked some for you. Here, you can share it with your friend…” he trailed off, politely smiling at Jungwon. 

“H-Hello, I’m Yang Jungwon,” Jungwon stammered, starstruck that Jamsil’s golden boy was talking to him. 

“Hello, Jungwon. It’s nice to meet you. You can just call me hyung,” Jungkook turned to you. “I’ll get going now, okay?” He pushed the lunch box towards you. “Eat. There’s hangover soup in there too.” 

You gave him a look to which he grinned at. “Ah, don’t worry, Jungwon. She can tutor you even though she’s dr—,” 

“Okay, thank you, Jeon Jungkook,” you interrupted him, making his grin wider. You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t hide the blush coating your cheeks from his sweet gesture. Then, you wondered, as Jungkook took his leave, did he do the same thing to Haemin? 

“I didn’t know you and Jeon Jungkook hyung are dating,” Jungwon brought you out of your trance, gaze finally now upon him rather than the absent figure of Jungkook. 

“Yeah, it just happened,” you said to him. “But come on, let’s focus on your mock tests.” 

Yet despite saying that, you were the one who couldn’t focus because the only thing in your mind was: how did Jungkook know you were at the library? 

Taehyung’s words plagued your mind the entire day. Even while you were working, all you could think about was his words about his best friend. How could he say those things about Jungkook? Someone he’d been best friends with since they were little? Why was he so adamant about you not dating him? Taehyung usually kept a distance from your personal life, not even asking about your mother because he knew of the complicated relationship your family had with his family. So, why was he all over your case now that you were “dating” Jungkook? You couldn’t understand. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

Although you confirmed with the library interaction that Jungkook wasn’t the possessive type, seeing as he just walked away after giving you the lunch box, and even let Jungwon call him hyung, there was still that nagging thought in your mind: what if Taehyung’s word held weight? What if they were true? 

You thought about it: if they were true, even when you were only fake dating, would he still be as possessive as Taehyung said he was? What happened for your cousin to even tell you something like that?  

Your thoughts were put on a halt when your manager called for your name. You worked as a part-time waitress at a restaurant called Rado. You used to be a full-time employee, but since you were in your last year of uni, you asked if you could still be employed on a part-time basis, and fortunately, your manager, Han Somin, agreed. 

“Yes, Ms. Han?” you asked as you entered her small office inside the employees’ locker room. 

“Y/N, hi, come inside, I just have something to tell you,” she said, taking her eyeglasses off, and kindly smiling at you. You nodded and did as told. “It’s nothing serious,” she continued, which alleviated the nerves sinking in your bones. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted to be part of this party we’re catering to on Saturday. It’s a listening party for an artist named J-Hope; he released a new album. Maybe you’ve heard of him.” 

You shook your head. “No, Ms. Han. But I’d love to be part of the staff. Where would it be held?” 

“It’ll be held at his label’s function room. I’ll send you the details, alright?” You nodded, then she dismissed you, and went back to work. 

Money had always been a sensitive topic for you. Growing up, you knew that you didn’t have a lot but you were comfortable due to both of your parents’ wages. Your father was a simple office man while your mother had her own small flower shop. They were able to provide for your basic needs and wants but when your father passed away—your mother’s earnings at the flower shop weren’t sustainable. Hence, at an early age, you learned how to look for jobs, and learned the value of money and earning it. Hence, the reason why, besides loving Jungkook all your life, you simply could not half-ass fake dating him because it was innate in you that when you do a job, you give it your hundred percent. 

Part of you wished you didn’t have to worry about your finances. That, like other students at Jamsil, you could have fun and enjoy college life without worrying if you would still have a roof over your head eve though you failed an exam or if you would still be able to eat the next day if you buy a food late at night because you were so hungry that you couldn’t sleep. 

Having money meant having freedom to do all the things that you wanted to do—and you weren’t free. Not yet, anyway, but moving to your own place was a start. That’s why no matter what people say, you would see fake dating Jeon Jungkook through because whether you liked it or not—he was the key to your freedom. 

Saturday rolled around quickly. Adorned in your Rado’s uniform—a simple white linen long sleeve polo shirt, black slacks, black high heels, and your hair pulled back to show your face—you were already at the label’s function room preparing for the listening party of J-Hope. His music had been playing since you got there and you felt yourself being immersed and vibing to it that you made a mental note to check his other songs out afterwards. 

You were in charge of the food and drinks. Ms. Han was also present to supervise and with you was your co-worker, Kang Seulgi, and Kim Hanbin. It was an intimate type of party; hence, the small group of staff and catering. 

“I wonder who we’ll see here,” Seulgi told you as she placed the food fingers on the table while you poured drinks into the glasses. 

“I heard it’s just indie artists that J-Hope invited. It’s the target audience for his album, you see,” Hanbin piped in, fixing his necktie. 

“Whoever it is, I’m sure—,” 

“Kim Y/N, it’s nice to see you here,” 

You only heard that voice a couple of times but you wouldn’t mistake it for another. It was ingrained in your mind so deeply. It was the voice of the person you hoped was you for a long time—who got to touch, kiss, hug, care, and love Jeon Jungkook for four years. It was the voice of the person who was Jeon Jungkook’s first love, and most likely still loved. It was the voice of the person that was never going to be you in his life. It was the voice of: 

“Lee Haemin.”

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You were enjoying your drink in silence a few minutes ago, not literal silence though. You’re at J-hope’s listening party Jack in the box. You knew you were going to invited to the party even though it was limited to only famous artists in the entertainment industry. Talented singers, rappers and even actors were invited.

You on the other hand, played a very much important role in helping Hoseok making this album. You were one of the composers in the production team. You’ve been working for big-hit entertainment, especially for BTS, so you’ve become quite familiar with their group.

So, now you’re standing here, in a black bottom-up coat dress paired with black ankle length lace up pump heel, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, cleavage peeking out from the short dress hugging every curve of your body perfectly, giving it a subtle seductive look while leaving plenty of room for their imagination, a silver chain dangling from your neck.

You swirl the glass of wine in your hand, staring out from the huge glass window. The city lights sparkling in the darkness of the night, alluring you in it’s hazardous beauty, you keep you eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city in front of you, distracting yourself from the loud beating music coming from behind you.

You were simply minding your own business until you felt a hand on your back. You immediately flinch and jumped away from the wandering hand only then you came face to face with the intruder of your peaceful time.

“My apologies, for making you scared, Miss ___,” he raised an eyebrow tauntingly at you, lopsided grin on his face and the only thing you can think of, is how vulgar he is looking.

He is one of the sponsors, a billionaire businesses man in his 40s, old enough for you but the way his eyes scan your body like a hungry creature, made you feel like you’re naked, made you feel sick to your stomach. Fucking gross!

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” you shrug the uneasiness and tried to act normal. He chew on his bottom lip as he said “I must say, you’re looking hot. A girl as beautiful as you standing here alone? Not fair!”

Seriously? He is staring at you like he can devour you at any time now. You felt filthy under his preying eyes. You want nothing but to run into your boyfriend’s arm and let him hold you. But you can’t do that, not in front of People.

Jungkook loves you, cares for you and he never back down from showing it to you but he is also a celebrity and it is not a very wise decision to show his affection in front of dozens of people let alone announcing his relationship with you, even though he wanted to.

He did suggested that you both should make it official to the whole world and call it out. He wasn’t afraid of showing his love for you to the entire world but you knew it wouldn’t end up well. He is in the peak of his career and announcing he is taken now would people lash out in a very negative way and also when his company isn’t very fond of the idea, you both dropped it. So, now you can’t even go to him for help.

“There’s so much crowd down there so I came here. I’m fine really, don’t worry,” you pull your lips into a straight line, trying to smile but the growing uneasiness evident in your body language.

“Oh honey! I’m sure you’re feeling bored alone here, don’t you? Come on, let me show you some good time,” he leaned towards you and his hand shot up directly on your ass. You got startled by the sudden move from his side. Anger seeping from your eyes as you hardened your eyes, glaring at him hard and just when you go to yank his hand away from you, Jungkook stepped in and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from you.

He stumbled at the force but Jungkook hold him by his arm, preventing him from landing straight on his ass “can’t you see how uncomfortable she is? And who the fuck gave you permission to touch her?” Jungkook seethes at him as his body consumes with anger, you can see the muscles of his body tensing up beneath his black t-shirt.

That old geezer tried to wiggle out from his grip but miserably failed, Jungkook still hold him with a death grip on his arm. “Oh! Is she your girlfriend? Or a new play toy? Possessive enough baby boy? How about the media comes to know about this secret affair of yours? Huh?” he tauntingly said that to Jungkook, laughing at his face.

But Jungkook was having none of it, he push him on the floor and he dropped on his ass, groaning like a little child in pain. Jungkook hovered over him, his eyes throwing daggers in his way “And how about your dirty little secrets made it to the headlines of tomorrow’s news? You’d like that huh? Sinclair?”

He eyes goes wide with shock and fear as he shallow the lump in his throat, trying to grasp the fact that Jungkook knew about him. “I’ll fucking destroy you, YOU GET THAT? And that little bitch-,“

He doesn’t take that anymore as he plunge his boot covered feet straight on his face, knocked his air out of his lungs and blood covered his mouth. “I fucking dare you to say that! I fucking dare you to complete that sentence! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO CALL HER THAT AGAIN!,” he screamed at him but before he can land another kick on his weak body you grab him by his hand and pulled him out of there. You don’t want any scene here so you left. “Jungkook, let’s go,”

You force him to walk behind you through the crowd, people glancing at you with confusion on their face. You spot Hoseok and quickly bid your goodbye as you make it to the car.

Jungkook didn’t resist, let you pull him out of the party as you both settled in the car. You were breathing hard so as Jungkook. You didn’t know what just happened or what was about to happen. Your heart was beating so fast that you can feel it in your throat. Then without another word, he started the engine, pulling his car out of the parking lot, heading towards his house.

When the silence became too much, you spoke “Jungkook, what would happen now? I-I mean he is influential, what if he-,“ you whispered those words out of your mouth as your eyes got watery.

“Are you saying that I should sit back and watch him touching what’s mine? Kept my mouth shut as he assault my girlfriend? Let that fucking sick bastard grab your ass!?,”

You teared up this time as you let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears at bay “No, I-I –,” your voice cracked and you cringe at that.

“Spread you legs ____,”

You eyes shot up to his face at his demanding tone. You’re confused, why is he saying that? He can’t be serious!

“____ don’t make me repeat myself. SPREAD.YOUR.FUCKING.LEGS,” he growled as he ordered you. Warmth spread through your cheeks as you shallow the lump in your throat. Then slowly spreading your legs as he demanded from you. Trying to steady your breath as you open your legs as wide as possible.

There are people on the street but you don’t think they’ll be able to see what’s going on inside of the car since it’s moving but that’s the thing. Jungkook is fucking driving and why the fuck he wants you to spread your legs? The thrill of the moment already turning you on and making a pool of arousal coming out of you.

He grabbed your black thong in an instant, pulling on it harshly as it shred into pieces and making you sit closer to him. You let out a whimper at his harshness.

He didn’t divert his eyes from the road, solely focusing on it but his hand travel towards you pussy as he land a harsh slap on it.

The friction makes you moan out his name and you arch your back, making you dress hike up to your hips. Your glistening pussy is now clearly visible to his eyes.

Without wasting time, he slides his finger over your clit sliding them down then plunging them inside of you “You’re fucking dripping. It turns you on seeing me like that, didn’t it?,” he asked through gritted teeth.

Your mind was spinning so hard that you can’t even focus whatever he was saying. After gathering your arousal, he slide them up to your clit and started massaging it in a circular motion and you arch your back more. The feel of his fingers are so good on your pussy. You throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

He kept circling it nice and slow, pinching it occasionally making you whimper “Gonna remind you how good my cock makes you feel, baby,” he growl through gritted teeth, lust dripping from them.

You moan out his name when he hit that particular spot and his pace sped up “Fuck, oh God, Yes!,”

He kept abusing your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you bend your legs and bring them up on the seat, spreading your legs wider for him more.

“Fuck, ____, I’m going to rip that pussy apart- just you wait,” his jaw clenches so hard that you thought it was going to break then he sped up the speed of the car, overtaking the car in front of you.

You gasped when you saw how fast he was driving, panicking as your breath hitched, your eyes goes wide but Jungkook’s hand only fasten on your pussy, rubbing it fast and hard.

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you’re gasping for air. The thrill and the fear making everything more intense, knowing that it might lead to an accident but still can’t able to stop him from touching you.

You can let him do anything he wants with you.

The knot in your stomach was ready to explode in any second then he slide his finger down and put them in, you clench around his finger as he pump them in and out.

“Ah- Jungkook!,” your eyes rolls back and you arch your back, your hand goes to your tits, kneading it. Your thighs started shaking, every muscle in your body tenses. He glances at your direction for a mili-seconds and nearly loses his control.

Your legs were spread apart, your hand fondling your tits as your hips push into his hand grinding on it. Fuck!

He quickly calm his composure, reminding himself that he is still driving.

His fingers again goes back to your clit, rubbing it in a faster pace and you cry out from the intensity of it, you clench around nothing as you grind on his fingers, riding it. Your orgasm break through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips automatically goes up. Jungkook kept rubbing you as he curse under his breath.

“Oh, fuck! Ah, Jungkook!,” you moan as you ride his fingers, Your vision got blurred as you try to stable your breath but then a loud horn piercing your ears, you shot open your eyes forward at the direction of the noise as you see a car coming at your direction and when you thought it’s going to crash with your car, Jungkook turn it to the other direction. The car goes unbalanced for a second but he managed it soon.

Your eyes were going to came out of your socket, you suck in your breath as you tried to grasp the fact that you were so close to death. Your heart was racing, you were terrified.

Then the car came to a halt means you’ve reached home. You hurriedly loose the seat belt as you ready yourself to jump out of the car. You can sense Jungkook fuming with rage beside you and you’re afraid what’s his next move going to be.

Not only it makes you feel excited, you wanted to see how far you can push him. He likes it when you run away from him and you likes it when he chases after you.

Before you step out the car, you glances over Jungkook and seeing him sucking and licking his finger cleaning your essence from them while looking at you intensely. You gulp at the scenario.

“You can run if you want but, if I catch you I’ll make it sure that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he warned you with a low voice but you’re already spinning out of the car and running towards his house.

The mansion he has built is huge, you still couldn’t find out the purpose behind it. You run for the front door, leaving it open you fled towards the room you and Jungkook shares which is on the second floor.

This time you locked the door behind you as you stay still in the darkness, doesn’t bother to switch on any of the lights. Your senses heightens with time as you hear some footsteps coming from the outside, heart beating so fast you felt it in your throat.

You quickly dodge the bed, hiding behind it as you wait for further movements. You heard the door lock clicking and you thought how stupid you’re to lock it behind, of course he would know!

But it’s not that bad, you want him to find you. Sometimes stupid decisions leads to blissful results.

The door opened and you heard clicking of the boots on the marble floor. Your heart sunk in your ribcage, swelling with excitement, you know you’re soaking wet.

“____, come out now then, maybe I’ll show you a little mercy,” he growls, his voice becoming close with every minute. You tried to calm your senses and slow down your breathing but it was no use. You are quite literally panting at this point.

“I can hear your breathing, I know you’re here baby, I know,” a deep chuckle come out from his mouth and you wouldn’t dare to move. You just stilled on your spot, waiting.

Then suddenly a hand pulled you out of your hideaway, tugging your hands as you land on his hard chest, gasping for air. You see him smile wickedly at you before throwing you on the bed, you groan from the force.

He kneels on the bed, hovering over your body as he tore your dress along with your bra, leaving you bare under him. Devouring your body with his hungry eyes he grab both of your arms, then you feel something rough gliding around each of them. Your breath lodges in your throat when you come to the realization of what he was doing. Before you can cry out, he taped your mouth shut.

You come to the realization that your arms are above tied to the headboard with thick rope, completely naked when he is still fully clothed. You can’t move, you struggle against that but it goes into vain.

His thick thighs trapped you into a firm hold, his hooded eyes piercing through your soul.

“What did I told you, baby?,” his asks, his deep voice barely above a whisper, you panicked under his gaze and his threat.

You did remember what he told you.

He plant his hands on your hips and roughly pins then to the bed. Electric shocks travels from his body to yours, the feeling making you tremble beneath his calloused hands.

You squirms under him, tugging at the rope but only succeed in rubbing the raw skin. You don’t want to be tied, you want to touch him.

You scream with frustration, attempting to free yourself. He laughs at your attempts, the rich sound of his amusement burn your skin.

You still, huffing and puffing against the tape, your hair is disarray with several tendrils scattered across your face and constructing his view.

Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of your face, tenderness in his touch.

“Fascinating that you have yet to learn after so many years, I always keep my promises,” then he smiles at you viciously.

You shout under the tape, they’re muffled. Your frustration reach it’s peak when you see he is indeed not going to let you free. A muffled “Fuck, you!,” come out of your mouth.

He grabs your face in his hands roughly, brings his face down into yours. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over you.

“keep pissing me off, baby. I do enjoy giving you pain. It’s music to my ear,” you struggle against him, muffled curses spilling from your taped mouth.

And then he chuckles again. “you’ve been a bad girl baby, so I’ve to show you what happens to bad girls,”

Sweat pricks at you hairline and trails down your back. You’re panicking and shaking with fear but the thrill kept you on edge.

Your nipples are tighten into hard peaks. “you’re absolutely mesmerizing, and I’ll be damned if I let any other man have a view of your beauty,”

You are growing frustrated and needy with every second but this asshole doesn’t seem to bother about it.

“Fuck. Off,” you growl again.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells you, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.

Your fight renews, kicking at him and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves down your legs.

You growl deep in your chest and use both legs putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of your feet before you can push him away.

Dammit, you just want to touch him.

Quickly he works his hands around both ankles, pinning your knees to the bed as he bares your pussy.

You feel rage and helplessness flooding through your body. You scream beneath the tape as his eyes eat up the expenses of your center. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to give in.

The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much. He inhales sharply “Fuck, you smell just like always, so fucking sweet.”

He leans and places a gentle kiss on your pelvic bone and you arch your back. Pushing your body into his face further. You’re panting harshly through your nose, imitating a pissed off bull.

You’re the one who instigated him–pushed him when he warned what would happen. Now you’ve to face the consequences.

Another soft kiss, an inch above your clit. You can’t stop the whimper that releases from your mouth, muffled.

He heard it loud and clear which makes him smile against your skin. You shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive area. Your knees jerk inwards, another useless attempt to close your legs.

Then you feel a stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scraps against your mound. You scream from the sensation, hot and bothered. Your pussy is still sensitive from the previous orgasm as you thrash against the feeling only for your body to jerk right back into his mouth.

You gasp, feeling far more than his teeth this time. His tongue slides against your clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes you. Uncontrollably, your eyes roll and your head kicks back as the most delicious feeling evolves you.

“Fuck,” he growls against you, the vibration forcing you to suck in a deep breath. “you’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of your throbbing pussy from his words and the attention he’s giving you. You can smell your own arousal, feeling the juices sliding down your asscheeks.

You shake from the intensity as he licks the entirety of your slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to bundle of nerves before he sucks your clit between his teeth and clamp down.

You scream from both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across your clit but not hand enough to truly hurt you. He pulls his head away slowly, your clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud. You try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind your knees and forcefully push them back to your ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as you thrash against your bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, you’re far more exposed and vulnerable to him. Whimper coming out of your mouth as you tried to convince him in untie your hands but he was taking none of it.

But just as it always does, the thrill of danger and restriction sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to your core.

He has your body curled so far inward, your ass is no longer on the bed. As if you wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you feel your arousal sliding down your stomach. He growls, noting the desire flooding from your entrance. you can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body. He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to your pussy and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

You jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at your bud. He doesn’t lick you again, refusing to use his tongue against you—only his teeth. Asshole.

Every time you move, he clamps harder. So you force yourself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from your clit. you squeal from the sting, screaming muffled curses at him through the tape. And just when it becomes too much, he lets go. You pant through the relief and the lingering pain, you clit throbbing and sore.

But he doesn’t allow you to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of you, curling to hit that sweet spot. Your hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of you. A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.

“Did that hurt?” he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of you, juices collecting in the palm of his hand.

Yes, you fucking asshole!

Now that one of your legs is free, you’re tempted to drive your foot into his face. But the reminder of that bite keeps your legs still. So you just fume silently, glaring holes into him. The anger feels like it’s burning you from the inside out.

He hums, disappointed by your silence. Leaning down, he captures the abused nub between his teeth, sucking in but keeping his bite minimal. Combined with his finger curling up to hit that spot, you can no longer breathe. Pleasure seizing all of your senses. You know you’re close.

Gently, he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Over and over until it drives you mad with both the need for more and the need to kick him.

“Remember this, baby,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that the more you show stubbornness, the more it’ll cause you pain.” Another sharp nip. Your hips jerk away, but the action is futile. “How about I slide my tongue inside of this sweet little pussy – or my cock – I bet you’d love that, hmm?”

you know what he is doing, he want you to give in – beg for him but you aren’t going to give in that easily, not yet.

You fight against the part of you that wants to beg for more. A part that has found a voice and is trying to break free. Take over and give in to this man so you both can find relief. you thrash against it, entering a silent battlefield and trying to hold back as much as you can.

But then he withdraws his finger to the very tip, swiping his finger along your entrance, and when he sinks back inside you, he adds two more fingers. your eyes roll as he stretches you, caressing that sweet spot over and over while his teeth bite into your clit anew.

The side of you wins while you watch helplessly as your body renews its struggle. But this time, you’re shamefully grinding yourself against him, no longer restraining yourself. He’s not giving you what you body has begun to crave— to need—in order to assuage the pleasure building deep in your belly. He continues to scour your clit with his teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give you his tongue.

“Asshole! Untie. My. Hands!” you screech against the tape. The answering smile against your pussy is evident that he heard you. Giving into the anger, you kick your leg out with unrestrained force. He dodges the kick by a mere inch. A feral growl tears from his chest, and he pushes your knee back down with bruising force. The sound wasn’t of desire like before—but anger. And you cant deny the fact that how sexy that growl was Or how hard your pussy pulsed in response.

But – you’re not going to confess that.

He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, you’ll have handprints on the underside of your thighs. “What did you learn, baby?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto your clit. you growl, another frustrated tear leaking down your temple and into your hairline.

“To not being a stubborn brat, right?” ” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before you can get any satisfaction from it. You shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from your mouth. You curse against the flaring pain in your face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear you.

“You fucking asshole –“ your tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to your clit.

“Try again.” You heave, trying to calm yourself down but failing.

“Probably,” you grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark. He nips at you again, but this one lighter and more playful.

“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?” you clamp your mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid question. You understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.

In response to your nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you bereft. But before you can complain, he licks you again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. Your eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from your throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase your spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up your cunt. You arch your back, growling from how easily your body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.

But just as you start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops. “Do. you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.

A frustrated sob works its way up your throat, but you swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before you feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on your tongue. “Loud and clear, baby boy.”

A dark chuckle skitters across your core, and you’re ashamed of how your body responds. your ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs. His tongue dives into your pussy, licking inside of you with ravenous strokes.

A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.

The pressure builds as he finally does what you’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of your pussy. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now you regret the tape ever leaving your mouth. Because you don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to you, but you can’t seem to contain yourself either.

You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as your body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside you just as you do, and the bliss is catastrophic. you no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do you stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

He can die by drowning in your pussy.

“Beg for it.” He says from between your thighs, sending vibration through out your core. This time you didn’t hesitate, you did beg for it.

“Please, Jungkook, let me come,” he growl at your desperation.

Moans wrack from your throat, and you feel his answering groan. His hands clutch your thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at your throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than your body can handle.

He rips his mouth away and crawls up your body while continuing to fuck you with his fingers. You’re still delirious, your mouth still parted as you continue to moan. So, when he pinches your cheeks, holding your mouth open, you hardly care. His fingers feel too good.

His mouth skates over your lips once before you watch a trail of saliva drip from his mouth into yours “Swallow your juices,” he rasps. And you do. your throat works as the unique taste blooms across your tongue. He growls deep in his chest before he crushes his lips to yours.

His tongue dives into your mouth, swirling with your own. Both of your tongue crashes with each other, then dragging your bottom lip with his teeth, you can feel the cold metal on his lips, that fucking piercing of his. You trap it in between your teeth and pull into it, dragging it further and slowly letting it go.

Time ceases to exist as he kisses you until your lips are bruised, At one point, he withdrew his fingers and cupped your face with his hands almost sweetly. A stark contrast to how he was abusing your clit just a second ago.

Your whole body is shacking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you saw him untying your hand and as soon as he did, your upper body go limp as you fall back on the bed. You let your eye close to give yourself some time and catch your breath which you desperately needs, but before you can have it, you’re already on your stomach. You realize Jungkook flips you as he holds your hands above your head this time with his own hands.

Then he is yanking your head back, Tears dripping from your eyes from the force of him holding your hair. Burning, just like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes.

“You sound so sweet when you beg for me,”

“Fuck off,” you don’t know why you’re being so much rebellious but if this is how it turns out to be, you don’t mind. A harsh slap lands on your asscheeck, leaving a burning sensation behind.

“Keep up the bad girl act and I’ll fuck so hard you’ll feel me between your legs for the rest of your life, if not you already did.” He hisses in your ears, then biting on it.

His hand slides up to your neck, tightening his hold around it as your vision get blur from the lack of oxygen. You don't t even know when got rid of his pants. He slams his cock inside you, knocking your breath out. You jerk forward as his balls slapping against the sensitive nub. You choke on your words, this angle allowing him in far deeper. you arch your back and dig your nails into the mattress, clawing at the bedsheet as he relentlessly pounds into you.

He grabs your hair and snaps your head back to the side roughly as his lips comes to your mouth dangerously close, his lips brushing against yours “You want to come all over my cock, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, ____.”

You clench around him when you hear your full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “I’m your good little girl,” you breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. He molds his front to your back, spearing through your tightening pussy. The hand on your neck squeezes it tightly while his other palm splays across your flat stomach, reaching your throbbing clit.

You cry out from the intensity as his image blurs and your eyes rolls and the tsunami wave finally crashes through you. You scream so loud, moaning as Jungkook's name spills from your lips on a neurotic chant as your entire world combusts into tiny pieces.

“Tell me baby, who this pussy belongs to?” he asks while keep slamming into you, help you riding out your orgasm.

“You – oh fuck!” your head spins around as tears slipping from your eyes uncontrollably.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Jungkook grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into you one last time, filling you with his seed until you can no longer fit anymore inside of you.

you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs, as you’re left panting and breathless under him. your body convulses from the aftershocks, even after you come down from the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Jungkook flips on the other side and you crashed on the bed, no longer able to hold your body up. He then slips his hands around your waist, pull you on his chest and held you tight. You felt the warmth radiating from his body.

After some minute of silence, you speak “I didn’t mean that, I was just worried when he said that. I-I –“ your voice is raspy from all the screaming.

“Baby, I’ll always protect you, will always be there for you even if the world goes against you. If it’s you vs. the world, I’ll choose you and if it’s us vs. the world, I’ll gladly watch the world burn to the ashes as long as you’re with me.” A new pair of tears come back to your eyes as you feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll chase you even in your after life, to the heaven or hell, I’ll go wherever you’ll be.” If you wasn’t so exhausted and fucking emotional, You sure would cringe from those words but now, it makes you feel happy, makes you feel …. Whole.

He plant a kiss on the side of your forehead as he scramble through the sheets and stand on the floor.

“Come on, Let’s take a shower,” as he walks towards the bathroom, his ass perfectly visible for your eyes to droll over them but you’re sick tired to do so.

But when you tried to do the same, you felt a sharp pain eating every part of your body – especially your legs – they felt like jelly. You land on your ass on the bed, hisses from the pain as a whimper tear through your mouth and Jungkook laughs at that.

Asshole!

“I told you baby, I keep my promises, always.” You glare at him hard as he ignored your murderous gaze, lifts you up as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?” he looks at you with all the love in the world and you melt under his gaze.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

His studio is his sanctuary. It's the only place in the world he can spend hours in without even noticing the moon setting or the sun rising. In his studio it feels like the time doesn't exist or that it's just a futile detail that doesn't have much importance.

When he's creating a piece, nothing around him matters. The only things he's willing to give attention to are the placements of the needles on the fabric, the little lines that form the pattern of the clothing, and the way his scissors cut through the satin material of the dress he's designing.

He's thought about this design for so long and he finally got the opportunity to make it. He's thought about the colours of the dress and also of the seam, about the length of the hem and the sleeves, how deep the neckline should be and if lace would be suitable.

He doesn't even recall how many sketches he's made of the dress. At some point it was consuming his entire mind, this dress the only design he could draw and think of.

Now that he's finally creating it, he has the feeling that it's going to be the best piece he's ever made. He already sees everyone talking about it, saying how much of a genius Park Jimin is. It's going to be the design of the year — of the century.

He still misses something, though, and it might be the most important part of the design. He needs a model, the perfect body to wear his piece and present it to the fashion world.

It can't be anybody, it must be someone who's confident, who always has their head up and who radiates elegance and sports a unique beauty.

Jimin still hasn't found this person. He constantly searches for them, but never finds them or when he thinks that he has, he discovers flaws he cannot unseen.

All the Dior models are great, but not enough. They don't spark anything in Jimin when he watches them strode down the catwalk. He's checked upon the apprentices and the newer models the company has hired, but he saw no one extraordinary.

Until today.

He hears steps against the wooden floor of his studio, entering the place without knocking. "Ah, there he is!" A manly voice exclaims, Jimin immediately recognizes it as his friend's, Sungwoon. "I have someone to introduce you."

Jimin raises his gaze up from his working table and looks at Sungwoon who's accompanied by a beautiful, young woman. He's then suddenly interested, contrary to usual where he doesn't really care about the many girls Sungwoon brings, claiming each one as the new phenomenon of the fashion industry.

When Jimin turns around, he eyes you up and down, barely glimpsing in Sungwoon's way. It's all it takes, one simple glance and he knows you're the one he needs — the one he wants and has to ruin.

Sungwoon introduces you both and when your name is pronounced by the man, sounding so charming and delicate, he's certain you're the model he had been waiting for since a long time.

You seem shy, arms locked behind your back, but you stand up straight and have a polite smile drawn on your face.

"I thought maybe you'd like to get to know each other, right?" Sungwoon raises his eyebrows in Jimin's direction. "Everyone's fond of her," he smiles and pats your back, encouraging you to speak up.

"Thanks," you smile back at Sungwoon before glancing back at Jimin who still hasn't looked away from you. "I've been a big fan of your work since I was a little kid, Mr. Park. You've inspired me to become a model."

The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his pants, filthy thoughts of him spanking your butt while you cry his name invading his mind.

He can sense your vulnerability, your willingness to submit. Who would he be to deny you that? Him, who is so eager to dominate the ones he's attracted to, to break but also repair them.

He knows it when someone's fragile, hiding their weaknesses under fake confidence. He doesn't know you, but he recognizes the pattern almost instantly. What can be broken can also be repaired and you're asking him to break you.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jimin says politely, a slight smile tugging on his lips. He's not the type to smile — stretch the corner of his mouth upward to imitate the person in front of him, he finds it useless. But for you, he'll do it, just so you trust him because you're so desperate to give yourself to the opposite sex.

"Park, you were wondering who'd be part of the fall show this year," Sungwoon begins, looking at you like you're the most irradiant ruby in the world. "Well, you have her in front of you." You giggle softly at the man's words, nodding your head at him and then looking at Jimin as if waiting for some praises.

Jimin faintly smiles, seeing your eyes glimmering and he curses himself for not finding you first. You'd have been his by now, his to praise, to kiss, to fuck, to destroy. But he swears, if he happens to break you, he'll gratefully keep you safe close to him.

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"Careful," Jimin softly says as he catches you up from falling on the floor. You let out a high pitched laugh, as if all of this is a big joke, and push him back with a hand on his chest.

"I'm fine," you answer, shrugging him off with a flip of your hand. You stagger from left to right, leaning against the wall when you almost fall a second time. You laugh it off again, halting your steps.

Jimin looks at you with a cringe expression, eyeing the people behind, sporting worried looks on their faces.

You all went out after the show; models, designers, directors, stylists... everyone. It wasn't your plan to get drunk, Jimin knows that because you're not supposed to drink alcohol since you're on a very strict diet. A glass from time to time isn't so bad, but your consumption clearly surpassed just one glass tonight.

It's not really your fault, though. Technically yes, since you're the one who swallowed all of the glasses of wine, but you had a little help.

A little help from Jimin himself.

When you weren't looking, he poured more alcohol in your glass and to his satisfaction you've noticed nothing and gulped everything. Sure, you got a bit suspicious, wondering how you had only drank so little when you remembered swallowing more than that.

But Jimin assured you it was only your first glass, so you drank, and drank, and drank... Until you were more than tipsy.

You've received nasty looks from your colleagues, especially the other models who weren't drinking a single drop of wine, and yet, still weren't awarded with the status of the 'face of Dior'. How ironic that the drunkest girl in the room was the face of Dior and the little protégée of Mr. Park.

Years and years of training, countless sleepless nights, meals that are as nutritious as birds seed... All of the efforts in the world to have your biggest dream stolen by a model who is in the industry for less than six months.

Their rage is understandable, but Jimin couldn't care less. In fact, everything is going as planned and he can't fuck things up now. No, because if he does, all of the things he has done until now will be completely irrelevant.

"I'll... I'll bring her to our room, you can go out without us," Jimin announces, watching you sit down on the floor in the middle of the corridor.

"Will she be okay?" A stylist asks.

"Of course. I'll take care of her."

He waits for everyone to be gone before he gets you up from the floor and leads you both to your hotel room. When you're in the room, he sits you down on the bed.

You don't say anything as he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie. He crouches down in front of you to remove your heels and he does the same with his shoes, leaving them at the entry.

When he comes back, he sees you quietly crying, the features of your face contorting into a sad expression. You've slightly sobered up, harshly coming back to reality, realizing how much you've embarrassed yourself tonight.

"What did I do?" You ask, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

Jimin sits down beside you, lifting your head up with his index under your chin and his thumb over it. "There's nothing that can't be repaired," he states in a soft voice, so low it sounds like a sweet whisper — a secret, a confession only you can hear. "Right?"

You sniff, wiping your tears away. You nod your head in agreement, slightly reassured, hoping Jimin will fix your mistakes. Your foolish mistakes, done by the carefree of a twenty-one year old.

"Shh, baby, shh," he softly murmurs, cradling your head in his hands and gently laying your face against his chest. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter and tighter til suffocation.

He strokes your hair delicately, placing a sweet and warm kiss on the top of your head.

Someone as vulnerable as you contains a lot of emotions. He has to deal with them, which doesn't bother him at all. He wants you the way you are; sad and pitiful.

"Everything's going to be fine," he promises, but it's not entirely the truth. Not everything will be fine, though it'll be in the end, he thinks — he hopes.

You eventually pull away from his embrace, just enough to look at him. It seems like you're searching for something or maybe waiting for something, your eyes desperately staring at Jimin as if his simple presence will make all of your problems fly away.

You throw yourself at him and kiss him on the lips, fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He reciprocates it, knowing you like your kisses sloppy and messy, wanting Jimin everywhere on you to remind you that he's always there.

You bring him closer, crumpling the material of his white shirt between your fists, moaning and whining as your teeth clash together at how roughly you kiss each other.

Jimin breaks your exchange first, both catching your breaths. His eyes observe you quietly as you look at him like you're still waiting for something.

"Did you do what I told you to?" He questions you, referring to your conversation of a few days when you came to his studio to try on his dress.

You were a bit stressed out, putting on the clothing like you were scared you'd rip it. He still remembers the way the satin was sliding up your body, hugging your waist and ass perfectly. He was baffled at how incredibly well it suited you as if he had made it exactly for you.

And maybe it was made for you, after all.

Because when he saw his creation on you, he knew you had to wear it for the runway. It has to be you, he'll accept no one else.

Jimin will make you walk the runway wearing his dress — the last time you'll ever step on the catwalk. After that, he'll keep you away from the rest of the world. He'll refuse anyone to see you because you're going to be his.

His forever.

"Yes," you nod your head, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Tell me what you did," Jimin softly demands, holding your chin in his hand, mouths inches away from each other.

You're too shy to say it out loud and that's why he wants you to tell him. Also to be sure you did everything correctly, but mainly because he wants to see you embarrassed.

"I prepared myself for you..." You begin, holding eye contact even though you feel your face heating up just thinking about all the things you've done per his request. "I... I used lube both on me and... the toy," you continue in a shy tone, so low Jimin wouldn't hear you if he wasn't so close.

"Where on you, sweetheart?" He interrupts, wanting each detail, each little thing you normally wouldn't have done if it wasn't for him. And all while thinking of him.

You swallow, "On my ass, Jimin," you answer in a whisper. "I stretched it out for you, using the toy like you told me," you finally admit.

"Good girl," Jimin purrs. "Let me see it then."

You proceed to strip off of your dress, now used to be nude in front of him, and slide your panties down your thighs, discarding them away on the floor.

You get back up on the mattress and position yourself on all fours close to the edge of the bed. Jimin stands up and goes behind you to have a closer look at your ass.

His veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, revealing your rim to his insatiable, sadistic eyes. You glance over your shoulder, curious of what he has in mind and what he has prepared for you.

You softly gasp when he spits and lets the globe of spit drip down between your asscheeks, rolling over your puckered hole. You clench around nothing, relieved to have his attention, to finally feel his hands on you instead of the usual touch of yours.

He sees that your ass is a bit looser than the last time he saw it, but it still clearly needs more preparation to welcome his girthy cock — though it's not like he cares that much if you're prepped enough or not.

He passes his thumb over your tight muscle, circling it and smearing his saliva over it. He wants to fuck it so bad, destroy it and do unbelievably violent things to you. Should he tonight? Should he show you his dark and evil side?

He's choked you before — smacked your ass hard til you felt your skin stings, overstimulated you to the point your orgasms were just spasms passing through your body, fucked your throat while you were drooling all over yourself, and tied your legs and wrists together to restrict your movements.

So fucking your ass can't be that bad, but the thing is Jimin wants it to be bad. He then wonders what would happen if the line is ever crossed. Would you endure it, would you defend yourself? Would you shut the fuck up and take it like you're asked to?

But you trust him so much — with all your pathetic being — and he thinks you'd let him cross any lines he desires to. He probably already has crossed multiple lines, and being the poor, sad girl that you are, you said nothing.

You truly are extraordinary.

He gives a slight slap to one of your asscheeks, groping both of them after, feeling how soft and tender your flesh is. "You did good, sweetheart," he comments in a honeyed voice that has you mewling, sounding so smooth and sweet. "How about we play with it a little?"

He lifts up a brow at you and you nod sheepishly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. "Yes..."

"Great," he says in a low tone, running his hands one last time over your ass before going to take something from his suitcase.

"What is it?" You question, your curious eyes landing on the small object he's holding.

Jimin brings the object to you, something made of metal, the end having the shape of a cone and a pink gem placed on the top. "A gift for my princess," he replies, opening the bottle of lube he brought as well.

He applies some lube around your tight hole and on the butt plug, and carefully pushes the head of the toy in your ass. You gasp softly, feeling it slowly stretch you out, sinking in gradually as Jimin holds your cheeks apart.

"Mmh, feels good, Sir," you moan, arching your back and pushing your butt closer to Jimin.

When the plug is all the way in, the pink gem peeking out between your two globes of flesh, he smacks your other cheek, making it jiggle from the harsh hit.

"Is that so, dirty girl?" He wonders, gripping your hips and colliding his hips with your butt, sensing his big bulge pulsing under his pants. "You like it when your little ass gets stretched out?"

"I like everything you do to me," you say with a content sigh, pussy clenching around nothing as your ass gets used to the small butt plug.

Jimin genuinely thinks he can't find better than you. You were so shy in the beginning, looking like a lost puppy wherever you went. You just needed someone bigger and older to show you the way — though you were too dumb, and still are, to realize he was leading you to the wrong path.

It's not like you seem to mind, anyway.

After all, you both got what you wanted; you, male attention, someone to rely on and be protected by, and him, a woman to break and keep with him forever.

He lets go of your hips to unbuckle his belt, pulling the leather material out of the gold loop with the luxury Dior logo on it. He lets the two ends of the belt hang off, not bothering to remove it completely, and tucks the fly of his pants down.

He finally frees his cock from the confines of his boxers, springing up and slapping against his stomach, the bit of pre-cum escaping from his tip dampening his shirt.

"You're so good to me, princess," he praises as he wraps a hand around the base of his engorged cock, aching and begging to be nestled in your cute little pussy.

His head pushes at your entrance, never fully entering, only teasing your hole and stimulating all of your sensitive nerves. He watches how his cock stretches your cunt, your walls expending to receive his bulbous tip and then closing down when he pulls out.

"Sir, please, want more," you beg him, pushing your ass on him to have his dick back in you. You let out a little whimper when Jimin holds your hips in place, stopping you from wiggling your butt side to side against his thick cock.

He hums and slaps your ass harshly, your skin stinging after. "Want my cock in your needy little pussy, baby? Is that what you're crying for?" He asks, teasing even more by swiping the head of his penis between your pussy lips, a string of your arousal sticking to his angry tip.

"Yes," you say back quickly and desperately, arching your back, literally presenting yourself to Jimin. "Been so good, don't I deserve it, Sir?" You softly murmur, still looking over your shoulder to see his gaze fixated on your quivering pussy, cock head sliding up and down over your sex.

"You do..." He responds distractedly, licking his plump lips, his fingers touching the pink gem peeking out from your ass. You're always so good and obedient for him, he even wonders if you ever did something that genuinely pissed him off before.

When he really sinks in, his head passing the barrier of your sweet pussy, he groans deeply, feeling your walls deliciously enveloping his hard cock tightly.

You moan in unison as he bottoms out in you, his balls touching your wet and warm pussy. He bends his back over yours, running his hand up your spine, feeling all the little bumps of it until he reaches your head and shoves it against the mattress.

You whine when he starts pounding into you, his girth stretching you out so well, leaving you panting and moaning loudly. His other hand holds your hip against his dick, fingers digging into your skin, leaving permanent marks on your body — as well as on your mind and your soul.

He already sets a hard and rapid pace — fucking is never soft or loving with Jimin, it's violent, long, and agonizing. It's a way to be himself, the real and dark version of himself he hides in public and releases when he gets intimate with you.

You surprisingly got accustomed to it, embracing it as if it was your destiny, the reason for your existence; to be his personal slut, the little toy he likes to play rough with. And you've accepted it, like you had no other choice but to be fucked into oblivion by Jimin whenever he feels like it.

"You like that, baby? Huh?" He growls, as if you're the disgusting one for liking the way he treats you, ravished and delighted to have his girthy cock sliding against your velvety walls. "You like it when I fuck you hard like this?" He repeats and grips your hair, pushing your head against the bed covers with more strength.

You babble out something, voice caught in your throat, too out of breath to formulate a simple sentence. You then only nod, your cheek squished against the mattress, Jimin's hand still pushing down on your head.

His mouth hangs open to let out heavy breaths and his eyes are focused on your face, watching the little translucent pearls fall on your face and on the covers. Your pussy swallows all of his girth, clenching so tightly it has him groaning and saying profanities under his breath.

It's sick how it makes his cock so fucking hard, leaking so much pre-cum in you and twitching avidly by seeing you struggle to breathe. You crumple the bed sheets between your little fists, doing everything in your power to keep your ass up for Jimin and not slump down on the bed from the hard thrusts he's inflicting on you.

He snaps his hips against your ass and the entirety of his length is covered in your wetness, a white ring made of your cream circling the base of his cock.

His hand holding your head descends to your neck, enclosing it with his fingers, the coldness of his silver rings contrasting with the hotness of your sweaty skin. He squeezes a little, just a bit so you know who's in control, so you never forget Jimin controls you — that he controls your life and thoughts.

With a grip on your hair, he brings your torso up, arched back against his chest. The material of his shirt sticks to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat. He continues to pound into you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy rapidly, as he holds you by the throat, lewdly licking a long stripe along the side of your face.

You shudder in desire, hair standing up on your delicate arms. "You're my little whore, aren't you, baby?" His mouth is right beside your ear as he whispers dirty things to you, his lips touching your hair, damp at the nape of your neck. "So fucking compliant... You want to please me so bad like the slut that you are," he mouths the words against your hair, cock pulsing hard in your cunt.

His free hand that doesn't have a hold around your throat slides down your body, passing over your belly and reaching your puffy clit. The sharp zipper of his pants graces the flesh just under your ass, irritating your skin and making it itchy.

You clench around him when his digits find your sensitive bud, circling it sensually and slowly, the complete opposite of his hip thrusts.

"Yes, want to please you, Jimin," you gasp, bucking your hips at the feeling of his rough fingertips on your pussy. He grunts when you address him by his name, loving how it sounds on your tongue, so sweet and timid.

He remembers the first time you moaned his name; you were sprawled across his expensive leather couch, blindfolded and hands attached together with his black tie. Intense for your first time with him, but it was also the last time he's ever been that gentle with you.

It was when his cold fingertips graced the skin of your stomach that you let out a squeak followed by his name, said in the quietest moan. He had then stopped his movements and looked at your face, an expression of distress painted over your features.

He had realized how frail and weak you actually were, needing your most important sense to be at ease. That's why he had blindfolded you, to show you how dependent you are of him, how impossible it is for you to live without him to guide you.

He pushes your jaw to the side so your lips can meet his in a feverish kiss, wet tongues mingling together, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. He continues to ram his cock in your now soppy and messy pussy, the sound of skin against skin resonating in the hotel room.

He traps your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper and close your walls around his girth once again. Your little hands grip the material of his trousers, keeping him close and holding on to something because the hard cadence of his hip thrusts push you forward, breasts bouncing up on your chest.

"Fuck," he curses and he suddenly stops, steadying his hips against your butt. You let out a whiny moan as Jimin lets go of your face and hips.

You're sad to have your pleasure ripped away from you so hastily, but you don't have the time to complain, Jimin slipping out of your cunt and pushing you down violently on the mattress.

You turn around on your back to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it on the floor, revealing to you his beautiful chest and defined abs. He gets rid of his pants and socks after, finally removing his boxers, the only things remaining on him being his rings and the watch crowning his right wrist.

His cock glistens in your juices, more pre-cum leaking from his swollen tip and twitching avidly against his stomach. Even though him fucking you while being all dressed and you completely bare is a way to humiliate and degrade you, he also likes to be naked sometimes.

He loves skin to skin contact, how your bodies stick together because of all the sweat coating you. It's addicting, it's rougher and it creates more friction — more pain.

He doesn't mind being naked too because he knows how to dominate you either way. He doesn't find it embarrassing, on the contrary, it makes him scarier and hungrier. While you shiver without your clothes on, curled up on yourself, Jimin is imposing, his cock thick and girthy enough to split you in half.

He crawls back to you, hovering over you like a predator had caught his prey, boring his eyes into yours. You look at him in awe, always waiting patiently. You feel his cock against your thigh, thick and veiny, your hole pathetically quivering — missing his size stretching out your pussy.

He sneaks a hand between your legs and reaches the little pink gem, ready to get it out. "Take a deep breath sweetheart," Jimin instructs and you inhale deeply.

He doesn't waste a second, pulling out the butt plug out of your ass. You scrunch your eyes shut at the pain, exhaling when it's done. He carefully sets it on the nightstand, coming back to you after.

He bends your legs over your stomach and looks at your ass, just begging him to fuck it, shining with lube and arousal that leaks from your pussy. His erect cock is just so close to it and Jimin could slide right in with one movement of his hips.

He lets go of one of your legs to grip his engorged erection, a little gasp escaping your lips when he presses the head of his cock at your tight hole, threatening to sink in.

"Sir," you sigh, not sure if you're ready for that. It always burns no matter how good you prepped before and he knows that. That's why he's so tempted, that he's staring so obsessively at your rim.

Will it hurt you? Will you grip his biceps in an attempt to dissuade him? He wants to see those tears falling from your eyes again, he wants to lick them and tastes your pain. He feels more blood rush to his penis at the mere thought of hurting you.

Give him all of your pain, he'll fucking take it whole and cherish it. He wants it — he needs it. Accuse him for having a sick and twisted mind, accuse him for everything you've ever been hurt by because he'll gladly take the blame.

"I know you can take it," he says in a low tone, glancing up at your face as he applies just a bit more pressure to your ass hole. "Can you, baby?" Jimin asks, waiting for you to admit how much you want it, how badly you want him to destroy you.

"Yes..." You whisper back, a long shiver running up your spine as his eyes pierce through you.

"Yes, what? Tell me, sweetheart," he demands, and it's as if he doesn't care about your response whatsoever because the next thing he does makes you yelp in pain.

His tip has entered you, the burning sensation forcing you to scrunch your eyes shut, your instinct thinking it'll protect you.

"Yes, I- I can..." you stutter and as expected, you dig your nails in the flesh of his biceps — only fair to hurt him in return. "I can take your cock in my ass..."

You take a sharp breath, eyes slowly opening, all watery and painful. Jimin groans at that, stuffing more of himself in your hole. "Good girl," he praises, voice raspy, ending with a deep grunt.

He stretches you out completely, his dick in no comparison to the toys you've used to prepare yourself. You open your mouth as he pushes himself in gradually, tears streaming down your face when you blink.

The tears roll down the side of your face and Jimin can't help but be turned on, leaning in to kiss your face and collect some of your tears, tasting the saltiness of them on his tongue.

"Jimin...!" You look at him with the saddest and most hurtful gaze, tears rolling down your face. "It burns," you add in a quiet voice, now scratching his back, leaving long red trails on his skin.

"I know, baby, I know," he softly murmurs in your ear, a husky moan leaving his mouth when he's completely nestled in you, balls touching your ass. "You're so tight, fuck," he sucks air through his teeth, not moving until he estimates he's waited long enough.

He gives warm and wet kisses to your neck, descending to your collarbones and groping your breasts, slowly starting to move his hips. You lock your legs behind his back, wanting him as close to you as possible despite the pain he's inflicting on you.

He loves knowing it hurts you because it makes it more pleasurable to him somehow. The pain will go away soon anyway, that's why he doesn't bother to stop or slow down. You have to get used to the feeling first.

He wouldn't go too far to hurt you. The choking, the hair pulling, the smacks... He keeps it for the bedroom, but he won't lie that there's a part of him that wants to ruin your life, ruin everything you've accomplished so far just so he can see those sad eyes of yours and hear you ask him for help out of desperation.

It's not even sexual, he just wants to break you, that's all he desires. Though your life is something he wants to destroy, it's more of a way to have you dependant on him after. If your career is no longer successful, your solution is Jimin because he's the only person in your life capable of taking care of you both emotionally and physically.

His teeth chew on the tender skin of your neck while his hand travels all over your body, many veins popping out along his strong arm. The cool sensation of his rings on your stomach makes you shiver, his finger gently circling your clit to make the pain more bearable.

His cock slides in your hole back and forth, your ass slowly but surely taking the size of girth. Many curses leave Jimin's mouth, your ass probably the best he's ever fucked. You feel so good around him, you're tight, but you loosen easily, making it so, so pleasurable for him.

His hand that was roaming over your body comes to close around your throat and he turns his head to your side, lips brushing over your temple. "Yeah, just like that, baby," he mutters under his breath, his nose pressing down on your hair as he murmurs the words to you. "Just like that..."

A choked moan is all you can respond, eyes rolling back in your skull as Jimin splits your ass open, fucking his thick cock into you. His hot breath hits the side of your face, his chest heaving rapidly while you claw at his back, white scratches appearing on his skin.

He sweetly kisses your temple as he pounds into you, not tightening his hand around your throat, just holding you in place — always letting you know that he is always in control.

Your tits slightly bounce up and down on your chest, little whines coming out of you each time Jimin bottoms out. It starts feeling good for you — really good — and you think that this pleasure is totally worth a bit of pain at the beginning.

You grip the hair at the nape of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. He accepts it, kissing you back as if he wants to possess your whole mouth, biting and licking your lips. You moan into his mouth, twisting his hair between your fist and sinking your nails into the flesh of his back.

He backs away from you a little, his plump lips glistening in both of your saliva, and places his two palms on your boobs. He feels your perky nipples under his hands, just loving how plushy your breasts are, fitting perfectly in his palms.

He keeps thrusting in you as he gropes your tits and you bring your hands over his, looking into each other's eyes. He lowly groans, holding eye-contact with you.

You feel his veins under your palms, your pussy clenching around nothing but air while you run your hands all over his arms. You enjoy the sensations of his pulsing veins under your small fingers as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, staring into Jimin's dark eyes.

"Jimin..." You moan his name, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock entering and exiting your tight hole. Jimin takes the opportunity to smooch your neck again as you expose it to him, his full lips delicately pressing down on your throat. "I love it," you sigh pleasantly.

He hums, the sound coming deep from his throat. He wants to hurt you, yes, but he likes it even more when you love the pain. He just knew you were exactly like him when he first saw you. He had the feeling that you needed someone like him, someone that'd push you to your limits and make you discover a new type of pleasure.

And he was right because there's not one time where you told him to stop.

"My dirty girl," he purrs in response, bringing his lips up to your jaw. He slowly rolls your nipples between his fingertips, pinching and pulling on them. "You're stupid, but so, so good for me, baby," he groans in your ear, gritting his teeth as he feels his balls tightening.

He slowly halts his hips movements, letting out heavy breaths as he eventually pulls out of you. You gasp when he does so, already missing his cock stretching out your ass.

You're both trying to catch your breaths, Jimin raising himself up from you and getting out of the bed. His erection stands tall against his stomach, bouncing up as he walks to the front of the bed.

You watch him getting away until he orders you to follow him. "Come here," he says softly and you don't make him wait. "On your knees," Jimin commands when you're facing him, sinking down to your knees after.

He places a hand behind your head and the other around the base of his dick, guiding the head of his cock toward your lips as he pushes down on your head.

"Here, baby," he instructs in a low voice. "Take it in your mouth." You part your lips to welcome Jimin's length, his bulbous tip shining in pre-cum and your juices under the light of the hotel room.

He immediately moans when he enters the warmth of your mouth, his heavy cock sliding on your wet tongue. He doesn't let you have much control, pushing his dick in your mouth until your nose touches his pubic hair.

You relax your jaw for Jimin, allowing him to stuff your mouth full of his cock. He looks down at you, watching the way your lips wrap around him tightly, your eyes starting to water. He still holds the back of your head with one hand, guiding you over his stiff erection and you moan obscenely around Jimin, drool dripping down on your chin.

He begins to fuck your mouth, forcing you to take the whole thing each time he bottoms out. He moves his hips back and forth, obsessed with the way his girth appears and reappears between your lips as he uses your mouth as he pleases.

"Shit," he hisses when you hollow your cheeks, making it more pleasurable for him. "You're a fucking cockslut, aren't you, baby?" He says breathily, his eyes not once leaving his cock penetrating your mouth over and over again.

You whine around him, surely agreeing with what he said. It sends deliciously vibrations through his entire body, the sounds of your moans and hearing you gag around him is so arousing to him. He wants to hear more so he literally uses your mouth like a toy, snapping his hips against you, his balls slapping your chin.

He lets out a deep moan, your cheeks now damp and eyelashes all wet because of your tears, eyes stinging as Jimin fucks your throat like a mad man.

"Stroke your clit," he manages to say between two heavy breaths. "You can get off by yourself, right? I know you're soaking wet just by letting me use that pretty mouth of yours," he mocks you, but he knows he's right. Whatever he does, your cunt is always dripping wet.

You whimper again, doing what he told you to and sneaking a hand between your thighs to play with your pussy. You part your legs wider as you circle your clit with your finger, Jimin's hooded eyes lazily watching you playing with yourself.

Your right hand is laying on his thigh while the other is operating between your legs, pleasuring yourself to the sounds of Jimin's moans and the feeling of his stiff cock weighing down on your tongue.

You do your best to breathe through your nose, swallowing around his length and flattening your tongue underneath him. Your juices drip down your inner thighs, your finger flickering over your sensitive bud smoothly because of your arousal.

The whole room is smelling like sex, an odour that Jimin can't ignore, loving it so much. Your lips glide so easily over his hard cock, completely covered in your spit and still some of your wetness, tasting yourself on him.

"Ah, fuck," he curses, his head rolling back on his shoulders, eyes still strained down on you. He feels the familiar burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, indicating he's really close to his orgasm. He stops thrusting in you. "Go on the bed, baby."

You're taken aback, but you follow his order, pulling him out of your mouth and laying your back down on the mattress close to the edge. You beautifully moan when Jimin penetrates your pussy a second time, bending your legs over your stomach.

"Oh, god," you cry softly, being pounded onto the bed by him right away, tits moving up and down on your chest.

His hands are positioned on each side of your shoulders, snapping his hips against yours so harshly you feel your skin stinging. You keep doing circle motions on your clit, now faster and impatient to reach your high.

You let out a high-pitched moan when Jimin suddenly steadies his hips over yours, dropping down to his elbows as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Holy fuck," he grunts, gripping the bed sheets tightly in fists beside your head as his cock twitches in your pussy.

"Yes, yes," you quietly exclaim, your clitoral orgasm passing through you, making you arch your back and buck your hips.

Your hole clenches repeatedly around him and he finally comes undone into you, shooting long, thick ropes of cum deep into you. He empties himself in your wet cunt, cumming just after you.

When he slips out of you, more spurts out of his tip, landing on your pussy, covering it in his creamy cum. You moan at the warm sensation, always loving how it feels both in and on you. Some of his seeds dribble out of you, dripping down to your ass.

He stays above you for some time, catching his breath and looking at the mess he made on you. He stares up at your face, seeing how fucked up you look, hair in a nest and eyes reddened.

Later, Jimin is in the shower, washing his hair and his body, passing a soft cloth soaked in soap over his chest. He lets the water fall over his head, wetting his black locks. He stays maybe a bit longer than normally, staring at the tiled wall.

He thinks about you, about all the things he's planned. He revised everything in his head, imagining you walk on the podium wearing his design, people looking at his piece with admiration in their eyes.

He thinks about all of that that will go down for you after the show, getting fired, losing your career and your fans. Many articles talking about your excessive use of alcohol and drugs, saying how tired and sad you look beside Jimin.

You won't last long, you're too weak anyway. A downfall like this is unconquerable, nobody recovers from that, and surely not a model who will be thrown out of the industry as soon as you turn twenty-five.

Jimin knows the industry, he's been in it for years now. He's aware of how cruel it is, how difficult and harsh it can be on fragile little girls like you.

But that's why he's here, to take care of you once nobody will want you anymore. That's the goal, after all; you to be finally his — solely and completely his.

"Jimin?"

Your voice reaches him, turning his head in your direction, seeing you hesitantly entering the shower with him. He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you do, hugging him and laying your head down on his wet chest.

"I love you, sweetheart," he softly murmurs against your hair. "I'll never leave you, you know that, right?"

You nod your head, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. "I love you, too."

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A F T E R

The runway went incredibly well. Celebrities and journalists were all gathered for the fall show, totally amazed by every design and the models that were wearing them.

But there was one specific piece that everyone was willing to say was the best.

Jimin was satisfied to see that his name stood out among everyone else's, being called more times than Dior itself. He predicted it; it was the creation that every guest remembered, the dress that the fans were only talking about.

He'd take all the credit, he was the one who imagined it and then sewed it after all, but he has to admit that you had contributed to the fame a lot.

Being the beloved face of Dior only made people talk more about it and that was what Jimin needed.

But everything has an end, doesn't it?

When Jimin comes back to his apartment, the place is silent except for the TV playing, as he thought it would be. You're looking through the window, watching the city living at night while it's raining. You're sitting on the sofa, not even acknowledging his presence as he enters, getting rid of his shoes.

You're not much of a talker since you've been fired from Dior a few days ago just after the fall show. He understands your wish of remaining silent, needing a bit of space to process everything that has happened the past weeks in your small head.

It was going to happen soon enough anyway. You've been to your photoshoots completely drunk, sometimes just going in with a hangover, but of course it didn't help your case at all.

Jimin was guilty for letting you drink alcohol so soon in the morning. No need to deny it, he was even the one for dropping you off at work like that. Well, he had to do it if he wanted people to notice how far you've fallen.

He doesn't feel bad, though. Your career wasn't going to last with Jimin's sabotage or not. He did you a favour, you should be thankful.

You can't handle being a model. If you could, none of that would have happened. You wouldn't have gained weight, you would have been suspicious of the amount of calories Jimin was feeding you. The bottle of wine wouldn't have been so tempting and smoking weed wouldn't have ever occurred to you as a good idea.

Some people can, others can't and you're one of them. You shouldn't be ashamed of it, sometimes things just don't work out like we would have wanted them to.

"Did you see the article they wrote about me?" You ask, already knowing he's walking up to you without looking. "You surely did, I bet that's all they're talking about..."

He sits down beside you and you eventually turn around, facing him. You care so much about what others think of you. It must be so tiring having such a low self-esteem. He can only imagine it; seeing you look through the window like a sad puppy, your life finally making sense when Jimin comes home.

"I did, but nothing of that matters to me," he answers, the most honest he's ever been. And even if he had to lie, it's not like you wouldn't have believed him. You always trust whatever he says.

You don't reply, your head still filled with many thoughts.

"Hey, come here," he softly tells you, patting his thigh. You straddle his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him as you keep avoiding his gaze. "Whatever they say, whatever their name is, nothing will ever be more important than you."

Because who is he if he lets some article affect the way he sees you? He's known you since the beginning of your career and he stayed til the end of it.

He knows you better than everyone else. He was with you during your highs and lows and he'll still be there for the next ones. There's nothing in the world that could make him leave you. After everything he's done to have you, there's no way he'll go away.

How cowardly of him if he does. He can't leave when he's promised he'd heal you — close all of your past wounds and create other ones.

He may be selfish, but there's one thing that he isn't and it's a fucking liar. He sticks to his words, and when he says he'll never leave you, that means he'll never, never abandon you — he'll never leave your side, not even once. He can't risk it.

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“okay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,” you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkook’s destination on your phone and he’s 1 minute away from the house.

his parents, older brother’s: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.

ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadn’t seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldn’t go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.

you hear the sound of jungkook’s car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.

“baby i’m home!” jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.

“hi! how was work?” you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.

“eh. the same. you weren’t at the porch today?” he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.

“sorry i was doing something,” you say hoping he doesn’t think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit you’re wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. it’s nothing special but definitely something you wouldn’t normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didn’t have work today and did tell jungkook you’d be at home all day, so he knows you didn’t go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.

“baby, who told you to look so beautiful?” he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. he’s taken aback by your reaction because it’s also something you normally wouldn’t do- refraining from a kiss.

you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.

“uhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.”

“you look gorgeous baby. don’t worry you won’t be bored for long,” he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you don’t want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.

“baby what happened? are you mad at me?” he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.

“no of course not. you just need to wash up first.” you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.

“but you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit more” he winks. “and my birthday’s in two hours,” he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. “i had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-“

“jungkook!” you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. you’re most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where you’re not clingy or touchy around each other’s families. not because you’re scared they’d judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when it’s just the two of you. pda isn’t really your guy’s thing.

“aw come on baby. why are you getting so shy for” he laughs. “it’s just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didn’t wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and it’s the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-“

“no no jungkook you didn’t do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then we’ll eat dinner,” you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing it’ll be for the both of you. you’ll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.

“let’s take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.” he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while you’re still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.

“oh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!” you whisper loudly. he’s confused why you’re whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but he’s faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kid’s eyes. “great” you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. he’s always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesn’t know that yet.

“baby i’m sorry but you know i can’t hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,” he licks his lips leaning towards your face, “i was hoping for us to start now,” he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.

luckily you’re saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. “hate to break it to you but you can’t be so horny tonight baby.” jimin follows and says while laughing, “yeah baby, don’t mean to ruin the fun but you’ve got company.” they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.

jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as he’s surprised by who’s in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.

“what’re you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?” jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.

“happy early birthday!” jimin says while ruffling jungkook’s hair.

“it was all y/n’s idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,” taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“surprise!” you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.

jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. “thank you thank you thank you!!” he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.

“anything for you, you big baby,” you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.

he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. “you guys heard nothing.”

your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. they’re not the only one who heard everything, you three think.

“aw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,” jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“well we’re not the only ones who found it funny” jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.

“w-what do you mean?” jungkook looks at you three confusedly. “who else heard?”

“close your eyes okay?” you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.

“no peeking!” you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesn’t fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.

“baby what did i just hear?” jungkook asks.

“you’ll see on the count of three okay?”

you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkook’s favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piñata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.

you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkook’s face.

“okay 3…2…1…”

“SURPRISE!!!” you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.

“i missed you guys sooo much.”

“we know sweetie. we did too.” his mom says and kisses his cheek.

“happy birthday son. we’re so proud of you.” his dad says shortly after.

you see jungkook’s eyes glistening and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.

“i can’t believe you guys are all here. this doesn’t feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i could’ve asked for.”

you’re all touched by jungkook’s words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that he’d have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day he’d see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.

“don’t thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.” you gush at his mom’s words and let out a soft “thank you” to her going over to give her a hug.

jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers “i’m so lucky.”

the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.

when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.

jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. “thank you so much baby. i really don’t know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously don’t know how much you mean to me y/n.”

“So…” You let the word drag out staring at him expectantly.

He just stares back looking like he has absolutely no clue what you're doing. You huff out an annoyed sigh.

“Have you decided yet?” You add, clueing him in on what you're asking.

“Hmm,” He hums in confusion, tilting his head before making an 'A-ha!' expression before speaking again, “Oh, on dinner? Yeah, there’s this new place—”

“No, you dumbass.” You scoff, irritation clear on your face. Of course he’s thinking about food, does he ever think about anything else? You imagine Jungkook’s thoughts are just a constant loop of food, beer, his friends, and boobs. “I meant about the baby.”

"Oh, right, that.” He acknowledges, it sounds like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind once. Which, knowing him, it probably hadn’t. “Nah, I'm still thinking about it. But anyway, for dinner, me and Taehyungie-hyung went to this place last week and they have like some of the best —”

You sigh and stop listening. Why did you even expect Jungkook to take this seriously? He literally never takes anything you say seriously. You two have a constant battle of who can make the most fun of each other, at like all times.

Maybe you really should just ask Namjoon. He'd definitely say yes, then the two of you would have the cutest children with dimples and high IQ’s.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jungkook complains, squinting down at you in clear annoyance. This time it's your turn to stare at him blankly, you blink once, then twice.

“No,” You reply honestly, then go back to picking at your cuticles, "Are you sure I shouldn’t just ask Namjoon?”

The weight of Jungkook's glare is heavy on you. You look back to him and can't help but giggle, you're sure he looks very intimidating inside his mind. He probably thinks he looks sooo scary but he honestly just looks like a pissed off bunny.

“Do you need to repeat your oath again?” He asks, brows furrowed.

You roll your eyes and recite for what’s got to be the hundredth time, “I will not have sex with Kim Namjoon.”

“Good girl,” All his anger is gone immediately, a wide open mouth smile on his face as he pats your knee. Your legs are thrown over his lap as you both relax on his couch.

“Don’t say that.” You cringe, your nose scrunched up with a frown in place, “You sound like a douche bag.”

“I’ll have you know,” He brags and you know the next words that will come out of his mouth are going to be some absolute bullshit. “Plenty of women happen to like when I call them that.”

He smirks at you and this is the first time you notice how punchable his face is.

“Eww,” You gag, “I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”

You actually know way too much about his sex life. You wish that was the worst thing that you'd heard about what he gets up to in bed. But, for some reason one of his ex girlfriend's had decided that the two of you were best friends. She had told you far too much about what they had gotten up to in bed.

"You don’t want to hear about my sex life, but you want to have sex with me? What happens when—if,” He quickly corrects himself, “If we have sex and I whip out a —”

"Nope. Stop right there. It's a means to an end, Jeon,” You argue, you barely fight the urge to dig one of your heels into his side, “It's for the baby, not because I actually want to have sex with you. There will be no Good Girl's. Got it?”

“Nah, I think you just want to sex me. It’s okay, I’m very hot, I get it.” He starts dramatically flexing and making kissy faces and you’re too busy laughing to notice he had managed to distract you from your future baby once again.

“I’m gonna be ovulating soon.” You say matter of factly over your sunday breakfast.

It's technically far closer to lunch, you and Jungkook had stayed up playing video games until 4am. So you hadn't actually gotten up for the day until noon.

Jungkook chokes on his coffee. It drips down his chin and onto his white t-shirt, no doubt leaving a stain.

“What the fuck, bro?” He asks with tears in his eyes. He's still coughing, trying and failing to relearn how breathing works.

“I’m just saying,” You say raising your arms in a defensive shrug, “It’s literally like the perfect time to try for a baby.”

“I’m still thinking about it.” He grumbles as he takes his shirt off. He uses it to wipe the rest of the coffee off of his face and chest. He gives you a withering glare as he throws it in your laundry bin.

“But–” You protest.

“No,” He says with finality, “Where are my sweaters?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You say with a mischievous grin.

You worked hard on stealing the small collection of his sweaters you've accumulated over the years. Countless nights of conveniently forgetting a jacket when coming over, bribing his older brother to give them to you, etc… etc…

You'll be damned if Jungkook thinks he’s getting any of them back.


“Have you given it any thought-” You start to ask and are quickly shut down.

“Bubs, please,” Jungkook all but begs as he tries to mount his new TV to the wall, “I’m a little busy right now.”

“So, for baby names I was thinking—” Your phone is cradled on your shoulder as you debate between two different cucumbers.

Jungkook hangs up the phone.

"Asshole.” You say to no one in particular. The old lady standing next to you in the produce section gives you a scandalized look.

"Why did you say that you were going to think about it if you were actually just saying no?” You demand as soon as he opens the door.

Jungkook has been outright avoiding you these last few days. What had initially started as giving him time and space to think quickly turned into constant questioning. It’s been literally a month since he told you he’d think about it. He didn't have any questions, concerns, nothing. It didn't come up unless you brought it up, and he was always quick to change the subject. You wouldn't be surprised if the thought genuinely didn't cross his mind if you weren't actively speaking about it. 

He groans and lets you in. He rolls his eyes as you brush past him, being sure to bump your shoulder into his chest. Not that you can do much damage to him, but it's the thought that counts.

This whole song and dance is purely for the dramatics. The shoulder bump was as much for the dramas as you knocking on his door. You know the pin to his keypad, you even have a spare key. Again, it's the thought that counts.

"You weren’t really taking no for an answer, Bubs.” He argues shutting the door behind you.

You scoff as you take off your shoes, then grab your favorite of the slippers that he keeps here for you.


“Uhm, no, fuck you very much. I did take your “no for an answer,” You correct him, “you’re the one who threw a fucking hissy fit because I was gonna ask someone else.”


“Because I think you’re being stupid!” The words come out rushed. It sounds like they weren’t meant to come out at all. Like they were a lingering thought in the back of his head that had been circling for days trying to find a crack to slip through.

He looks up at you with wide fearful eyes. He looks like he wants to take the words back but it’s too late. His expression soon falls into something half apologetic half relieved. Like he can’t decide if he’s sorry for saying what he said or if he's just sorry for saying it the way that he did.

“Excuse me?” If looks could kill Jungkook would be dead three times over.

“Look, bubs,” He placates, he tries to explain himself but you don’t want to hear any of it.

“No, don’t fucking start. You want to have an argument, let’s have a fucking argument, Jungkook.”

“It's not that I think you’re being stupid, I just think you’re not being objective about this,” He tries to grab your hands, to pull you down to sit beside him on the couch. Like if he could physically bring you down that your anger would calm too. But all you do is slap his hands away, refusing to be dissuaded.

He sighs accepting defeat. He leans back and stares at you tiredly.

“I don’t want to have an argument.” He argues, practically whining, “I just think we should talk about this so you can see it from someone else’s perspective.”

“Then why did you say it like that?” You're unbelievably pissed. You foolishly thought he had been on your side this whole time, but no, of course not. Why would he be? He was Jimin’s friend first. 

Later you will think about how that has absolutely nothing to do with anything. But right now your brain is just trying to find even more reasons to be hurt.

“You clearly think that I’m making a dumb decision if you’re calling me fucking stupid, Jungkook.”

“Because it is a dumb decision, bubs,” Jungkook argues, sighing again. That seems to be all he does these days, is being friends with you really that exhausting? “You literally just got divorced, you just moved into a tiny ass apartment. You barely know what you’re doing right now. You're not ready for a kid. I think you just need to step back and re-evaluate.“

You know he’s right, a small part of you deep down knows he’s right. That part is largely overshadowed by the pit of rage boiling in your stomach.


"I need to re-evaluate. Me.” You scoff, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I can’t believe you just said that to me. Out of everyone I thought you would at least support me. I’ve always supported you. Even on things I probably shouldn’t have.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you don't give him the chance.

“When everyone was telling you not to run off and follow the girl of your dreams, I supported you. When you decided you were gonna fly after her, I paid for the fucking plane ticket.” You rant, “But please, tell me how I’m being fucking stupid Jungkook. Just like you were to chase after a girl who didn’t even want you.”

It’s always been far too easy for you to confuse your pain with anger.

“Fuck you,” He’s angry now too. Good, you want him to be. You want to fight, “Fine, I do think you’re being fucking stupid. Is that what you want to hear? You’re being an idiot, Y/n.”

“Oh, you're one to talk.” Your brain is already searching for the next weak spot to dig your claws into. Something that’ll hurt Jungkook’s feelings as much as you’re hurt.

But he’s not done speaking, apparently more hurt than you had thought. “A baby isn’t a short term commitment, you can’t just get sick of it the same way you did Jimin.”

“Is that what he said?” All the anger has left your voice, the warmth of rage gone leaving you feeling cold. There was no mistaking your hurt for anger now, the sheep had shed its wolf skin, “Jungkook, is that what he said?”


He just stares at you unblinking, teeth nervously biting at his lip.

You just wordlessly turn and leave, feeling the tears finally start flow.

The worst part of this whole thing is that you know he hates fighting. You even cry over the fact that he’s probably spending the entire night crying too.

It’s once again saturday night and Jungkook is at your apartment.

It’s not technically a tradition, his work schedule is too hectic for that. But, ever since the divorce he’ll find his way to your apartment at least once a week. More often then not it’s on Saturdays.

He’s sprawled out on the floor in front of your Tv. It's playing whatever anime that he’s currently fixiated on. This one about two guys who accidentally end up in custody of a child together. You can't decide if they’re actually together or not.

It’s been five days since you had gotten into that argument at his place. Neither of you had spoke to each other since. That hadn’t stop him from showing up at your place with Bam in tow.

“Why did you come here if you’re not even gonna talk to me?” You ask genuinely curious, not a hint of anger in your voice.

You’re laying on your sofa giving Bam an ear massage. The love seat you had has been replaced already. You did it after all of Jungkook's many nights of complaining about how it's not comfortable to sleep on. The two of you went out and chose this one together, making sure it was a good fit.

The dog on your lap gives out a pleased huff and you can't help but smile. One day you’re going to figure out how to just steal him. He should just live with you all the time, it’s truly unfair.

“Bam missed you.” He responds. You know it’s just an excuse but it doesn’t stop your smile from getting wider.

”Ahh, I missed you too Bammie,” You beam, peppering the doberman's face with kisses.

You look back to see Jungkook is now facing you, his face half smushed into the pillow he had brought down on the floor with him.

There's an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes wide and starry, a soft smile tugging at his lips. You don’t think you were meant to see it.

He sighs and he gets off the ground, taking his pillow with him.

“I’m still mad at you,” He says as he climbs on the couch with the two of you.

“I know,” You accept his words easily, “Me too.”

And you are, a part of you is still angry at him, a part of you still hurt. But another part of you feels a little relieved that he had said what he did.

“You hurt me a lot.” You say, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He's pointedly not looking at you too.

“I know.”

Neither of you say that you're sorry, that's never been your thing.

Maybe in a few days he’ll say sorry by making you your favorite food or taking you out for dinner. Maybe you'll apologize by buying an extra case of his favorite beer, or even a cute outfit for Bam. The words “I'm sorry” will never leave either of your lips. Right now you're not even sure either of you are sorry, but at least you’ll be upset together.

“So are they like,” You squint at the Tv, “together?”

You watch as the two characters go to extreme lengths for the small child in their care.

“I’m not sure,” He says running a hand through his hair. He shrugs, “I mean they have a kid together. There’s got to be like some type of feelings there.”

Your arms linked with Yunjin, you skip around from one club to the next, dancing and partying your little hearts out. When the night comes to a close you prance to the local ramen shop by campus.

From a distance, you can already make out Jungkook's figure. He’s always so animated when he’s with his friends, dramatically gesturing and hip thrusting in the air while his friends laugh at his immature jokes. He’s got a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger, taking slow puffs, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs before he tilts his head to exhale a long plume of smoke into the atmosphere. 

That’s right. Jungkook smokes occasionally but never lets you do it. What a hypocrite. 

His eyes drift off for a second until they land on you, and his lips curl up in your presence. 

“Well look, if it isn’t my favorite girl,” he teases, letting out low laughter at the way you crimson when all his friends’ heads whip in your direction. 

You narrow your eyes at him, giving him a dirty look that Jungkook coos at. Even when you were trying to intimidate him you were akin to a cute Snorlax, so adorable, eyebrows pinched and lips pouted- how could he feel anything but adoration at that? 

“Aw angel,” he jests, throwing your words right back at you, “Don’t ignore me, ‘m sorry for teasing you,” he catches you as you walk past him, pulling you towards his chest before resting his chin on top of your head. 

He casually smiles at Yunjin. “How’s my angel been doing? Has she been behaving?”

Yunjin’s jaw drops at the bold statement and you attempt to wrestle out of his firm embrace to berate him. 

“Just kidding. It’s getting late, though. Do you girls need a ride home?” he asks, finally letting you go just for you to stumble out of his grip and almost land on your face, but luckily Jungkook pulls your shoulders back without even looking in your direction. 

“Jungkook, it’s literally 10,” you deadpan. 

“Oh c’mon, I don’t want you girls to get kidnapped or something,” he snarkily responds. 

“How about you give us some money instead?” Yunjin jests, clearly joking, but Jungkook takes it so, so seriously. He raises a brow at both of you. “How much do you need?”

“Wait no- I was kidding,” Yunjin quickly clarifies, her ears becoming slightly red, “you don’t have to..”

Jungkook looks from you to her, then back at you before whipping out his phone, taking another puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke upwards, careful so you don’t inhale any smoke.

Ping!

Your eyebrows pinch in confusion when you get a notification, and you unzip your mini purse to grab your phone, allowing the screenlight to illuminate your pretty features.  

JEON JUNGKOOK HAS TRANSFERRED YOU 500 DOLLARS VIA HYBETRANSFER.

“250 each, alright?” Jungkook laughs, taking another puff of his cigarette before he saunters off, his friends pushing him around and teasing him. 

“Ayo, when did Jeon turn into a sugar daddy?”

You and Yunjin are left dumbfounded, even more so when Jungkook turns around and makes kissy lips at you. 

This is a constant cycle.

You get horny. You text him. He comes over. He fucks your brains out. He leaves.

Or, vice versa.

This is something you both agreed on a while ago.

Dating didn’t work out for the two of you. You tried, but your personalities clash in the worst possible way. He’s too reactive — everything was either offensive or annoying to him. Especially when it came to jealousy. The man couldn’t stand just a look from another man in your direction. It blew all his fuses, and cut your own short just trying to understand him. On the other side, you hated talking about anything at all. Half of his reaction came from the fact that you couldn’t explain why you were angry about it. It left both of you frustrated. You felt he should have known without you having to explain the obvious, and he felt that his feelings and reactions were valid, even if it was over just a small issue.

Just about the only thing you both agreed on was sex. After you broke up, the two of you couldn’t deny that no one else matched up to the way you two fucked. You tried another partner, but he couldn’t give you the same satisfaction that Jungkook gave you. Apparently, Jungkook was in the same boat.

Putting all your hatred for the man beside you, there’s no denying how attracted you are to each other and how well you two click in the bedroom. That’s obvious now more than ever, in the depths of his sheets, with his mouth on your clit and your fingers tugging on his hair.

“Ffuckk,” you cry, pulling on his locks.

The man beneath you simply grips your hips tighter, digging his fingers into your skin. He’ll surely leave marks, and you smile knowing that he knew you’d like that.

Jungkook moans into your pussy, his tongue delving into you every so often before he swirls around your clit in the way you like. The hotness of his tongue fills you with a fuzzy warmth at the pit of your stomach with every movement, moan, and grip he enforces onto your body. He’s been at it for 10 minutes, eating you like you’re Thanksgiving dinner. There are juices dripping from his chin onto the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t care. He’s determined to make you reach another high. He’ll make it happen, and you know it.

You almost feel yourself there, and you try to pull his head away at the feeling. But he’s too strong for you; your efforts are completely fruitless against his torture.

“K-Kook,” you gasp, scared of the orgasm you feel looming over you. “T-too much.”

He simply shakes his head, knowing you can take it. He hums against you, adding two fingers into you, and curling them upwards into your g-spot while focusing all his tongue technology on your clit.

This seems to do it, and he moans into you when you cum for him, spilling out onto his fingers just the way he likes it. You cum saying his name over and over again, sending him into a praise-kink frenzy with the way you chant his name like it’s the only word you know.

Jungkook pulls away from you, and quickly takes off his black Calvins before he rests a knee on the bed. You shiver at the cold air hitting your pussy, a stark difference from the fire that his tongue played over your folds just moments ago.

“You good?” he asks, wiping your juices from his mouth with the back of his forearm. He pumps his dick for a second, feeling dominant knowing he got your body to look as fucked out as it looks below him.

You catch your breath for a few moments, placing your arm over your eyes as you pant into the air. You hear Jungkook laugh at you, and you almost say something before you hear him ripping open a condom and sliding it on.

You take your arm off your eyes, staring at him upsettingly.

“That’s my favorite part,” you frown, sad that he didn’t allow you to slide the condom on. Typically, you give him a good sloppy-toppy before you slide the condom on in return for eating you out to hell and back. So you feel a little confused as to why he wouldn’t want one this time.

In fact, this isn’t the first time he’s cut your time together a little shorter than it usually is. These days, he’s been leaving out an activity or two in your typical fuck schedule, cutting the time in half. You hate that it makes you feel scared. You’re not together anymore, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he probably has other dates and girls to fuck after this. You hate that you don’t like that idea.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “Do you want to?”

“Well,” you sigh, turning over onto your stomach. “I did, but let’s not waste a condom. It’s fine.”

Jungkook strokes his cock at the sight of you. This is his favorite position by far. Something about it makes him cum in seconds, and he doesn’t know why.

“Next time,” he promises.

But you roll your eyes, remembering that he had said that the last time he denied you.

“Sure,” you say dryly.

Jungkook slaps your ass hard, and you jolt, looking back at him with a furrow between your eyebrows. He does it again harder, and you gush out. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of the fact that you liked it, you attempt to reprimand him, but he’s already slipping into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size and his speed. He pistons into you, gripping your waist hard and using it for support as he slams his hips against your ass.

“Hmm,” he whines between a thrust. You can imagine his face right now, tilting his head back at the feeling while his eyes shut in an attempt to control himself. “B-best pussy, ffuckk.”

You nearly scream into the mattress, trying to hold in your third orgasm for longer. He fits you like a puzzle when you’re like this. Dick perfect for you, and body so capable of giving you what you need. He’s brutal with you, and he knows every single one of your limits. He knows how you like it, and you know how he likes it. It’s perfect...just for now.

“K-Kook,” you mewl into the back of your palm. He grabs it, placing his palm over the back of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He does the same to the other one, trapping them against the sheets next to your head under his weight.

“God you’re so good,” he pants in your ear. “No one else, you hear me?”

You nod frantically, unable to produce a sound. His hair falls against your cheek, moving with his thrusts as he continues to fuck you to oblivion.

“You’re my slut, understand?” he grunts angrily, gripping your hands tighter. “No one else can fuck you like this. Only me.”

“Mmhm,” you whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder. You feel him almost kiss your neck, and you whine in disappointment when he doesn’t indulge in the opportunity.

“Fuck— say it Y/n,” he demands. He bites on your ear gently, waiting for a response. When you don’t answer, he pulls out without a warning.

“What the f—” you pout, feeling completely empty. You were almost there, and he took it away from you. These questions were typical of your fucking activities. So why he wasn’t satisfied by your answers this time leaves you unable to determine what to do next.

Looking back at him, you feel confused by his expression. But he doesn’t give you time to analyze it before he turns you over onto your back, pushing your legs up to your chest as he aligns himself up again.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” you ask him. You two agreed not to do missionary anymore. It’s too personal for just fuck buddies. But you watch him break the rules right in front of you, and all you can do is question him, unable to find the will to stop him.

He slips into you slowly, causing you to gasp at the feeling you had forgotten this position gave you. You’re not the only one feeling the effects of it. The man before you begins to lose strength, resting his forearms on the sides of your head. He traps you with tattoos, piercings, and honey skin, leaving you to feel completely overwhelmed by the familiarity of the unfamiliarity you are experiencing with him right now.

“Say it, Y/n,” he bites on your neck.

Jungkook’s pace returns to what it was before. You find yourself grasping onto his back for support, digging your nails at the feeling that you missed so badly but couldn’t admit to him that you did.

“O-Only you, Koo,” you tilt your head back against his hand. You give him the answer he always asks for. “Only you can make me feel this w-way.”

But something in Jungkook isn’t satisfied. He suddenly gains strength again and hikes your legs over his shoulders.

“G-god,” he rolls his eyes back for a second at the feeling before looking down at you. You’re so blissed out, so satisfied and fucked to the core. He feels himself hit your cervix, prompting him to go faster and deeper than he has in months. The feeling causes you to cry from the pleasure, feeling so overwhelmed and confused by the man above you. But he doesn’t stop. In the next few moments, he sears his lips onto yours, kissing you hotly and passionately — another rule broken. Despite the forbidden, you can’t help but embrace him. Jungkook’s a good kisser, but on top of that, you really missed this with him.

You slide your hands around his neck, holding him against your lips, refusing to let him go. He’s sloppy and wet, but you don’t care. Not when it feels so good to be kissed by him again.

Jungkook feels his dick twitch harshly when you whisper his name against his lips, biting at his bottom lip a little. Kissing you sent him into a high before, but kissing you now? He forgot what it felt like, and his balls tighten just from the thought itself.

“M’ gonna cum,” he groans, head falling into your neck heavily.

“Me too,” you admit. You clutch onto him, gasping as one hand sends red streaks down his back, and the other tugs on his hair like he’s some rag doll.

You tighten around him so tightly when he begins to move faster, causing him to falter in his rhythm a little.

“S-So, tight, Y/n,” he moans. His dick twitches inside of you as you cum on his cock, forcing him to follow in his own streaks of white paint. “Fuckk,” he curses into your skin.

He rides out both of your highs, too blissed out to tell how long it’s been since the two of you came, too overwhelmed to stop.

It’s not until you push on his shoulders that he finally snaps out of it.

The two of you look at each other for a long while, ignoring his dick slowly going flaccid, and the whole area down there growing cold from the lack of friction. For a while, you watch his pupils grow to the size of nickles as he looks into your eyes. He presses his palm against your cheek, and you lean against it out of pure habit.

The action causes him to scrunch his nose in laughter. You can’t help but follow after him. You laugh with him, feeling relief that the laughter you share is both of your realizations that things can't continue like this anymore. Not when it felt too good to break the rules. Not when you realize that maybe the rules need to be broken to start something new...again.

He begins to die down his laughter for a second, still smiling, but this time not showing his teeth.

“Y-You wanna try this again?” he asks first. “I’m willing to put in the work we need.”

“If you’re willing, I’m willing,” you brush the hair out of his face.

He kisses you again, softly this time. It’s real, and it feels different from all the times he’s kissed you before. There’s truth in his words. You feel that he’s already changed already, and it inspires you to change as well. For you and for him so that the two of you can work as a couple again.

“We’re so stupid,” he laughs again, brushing his nose against yours.

“We are,” you admit with a smile. “But that’s what makes us, us.”

----

“Bitch.” Jimin murmurs beneath his breath as he passes you and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“So sassy.” you quip, a smirk forming onto your lips.

“Don’t listen to him.” Jungkook pipes in, holding two cases of water bottles in his arms. You furrow a brow, eyes admiring (in secret) how the veins on his arms pulse. “He’s just mad he had to help bring the groceries in.”

Jimin drops a few bags against your kitchen table and rolls his eyes. “I was promised breakfast. Instead I’m walking up three flights of stairs to put food in your kitchen.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing your water gently by the other two packs already on the ground inside the kitchen. Chaeyoung is excited, already putting away the groceries Jungkook - generously - provided. The cabinets were already full enough and she hadn’t even made it to the fridge or freezer. She could kiss Jungkook for the month supply of food - but you were already repaying him.

“Sucks to suck.” you shrug your shoulders when Jimin passed you again with even more bags. 

“You would know a lot about sucking.” Jimin retorts. 

“You want to fuck me so bad, Jimin.” you laugh and the comment catches Jimin completely off guard. He flushes, but you don’t want to tease the man any more.“You’re just upset, Jungkook  kicked you off of his account.” you cross your arms, and this struck a nerve in Jimin.

It was a month ago when Jimin had texted you - getting your number from Chaeyoung - just to tell you that you were everything but a civilized human being. Why? Because you had complained to Jungkook that whenever you were watching something, Jimin also was. And that meant - to satiate you - Jungkook had removed Jimin’s devices from his account and changed the passwords.

“I was binge watching The Real Housewives!” Jimin snaps. “But I suppose pussy is worth our friendship.” the man crosses his arms, eyes glancing at Jungkook. 

“You’ll get your breakfast.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He rummages through his sweats and grabs his wallet. He hands Jimin a black card. 

“It’s the least you could do.” Jimin glances your way and rolls his own eyes. He leaves without a second word and all you could do is giggle.

“Do you have anything planned today? Classes?”

You shake your head. You were completely free today and have done so to repay Jungkook for his generous donation.

Jungkook nods. His eyes glance to Chaeyoung who is still happily organizing the insane amount of groceries. She’s humming to herself with a grin on her lips. 

“When is she leaving?” Jungkook murmurs, a red tint on his cheeks. He doesn’t want to come across as desperate - but that’s exactly what he was. He had replied far too fast to your tweet (and of course he would, he had your notifications on, afterall) and raced to the Supermarket first thing in the morning. 

You stroll towards Jungkook. You wrap your arms around his waist and knit your brows. “I can’t kick Chae out. She lives here, too.”

Jungkook nods, defeated. “We can watch a movie-”

“No.” Chaeyoung calls from the kitchen opening. “I’ll put my airpods in and put the rest of the groceries away. Don’t let me stop you from fucking his brains out.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, flushing even a deeper shade of red. Chaeyoung speaks as if Jungkook isn’t there, her eyes solely on you. “Make sure you go multiple rounds. He bought everything name-brand!”

Jungkook tilts his head. 

“Let’s go!” you sing-song, grasping his hand to race towards your room. You open the door and close it behind you and Jungkook. 

“You guys must’ve been starving.” Jungkook jokes, his hands immediately on you. 

“A little.” you murmur, capturing your lips with his own. Kissing could be considered intimate, but at this stage, you were fucking Jungkook for about anything and for nothing. Sometimes you two weren’t even doing that - you watched movies together, studied whenever needed and just enjoyed each other's company. 

“Why didn’t you ask sooner?” Jungkook presses open mouth kisses upon the skin of your neck. He’s already dipping his hands beneath your pajama shorts to feel your ass.

“Just got on birth control.” you respond when he pulls your shorts off of you completely. You fall onto your bed. “Decided to use it to my advantage.”

Jungkook groans, hovering above you. That means that this didn’t have to be a one time thing - he could cum in you as much as you’d let him. “You don’t need to do anything for me, you know?” Jungkook lifts your shirt from your head, discarding it to the side. Your breasts fall freely and he’s already pressing kisses upon them. He does the same to his shirt soon after. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. You never want to admit that his words get to you. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good heart (and dick) for making you feel things you weren’t suppose to feel outside of sex .

“You must waste so much money on all these girls.” you attempt to sound unbothered by his words. His tongue is already swirling your nipple with his thumb pinching the other. “Fucking s-simp.” he’s grinding against your heat, the friction perfect.

“You know you’re the only one that has access to me.” Jungkook pops your nipple from his mouth. He proceeds to lick, eyes flickering to you. You press yourself tighter against his clothed cock, grinding against it. 

“I don’t.” You do - but it does something to you to hear him say it. Maybe it was an ego thing - a pride. It makes your head big just knowing that Jungkook would do anything you asked and expected next to nothing in return.

“You do, Y/N. You know you’re my girl.” Even if the agreement was to keep things completely sexual, to everyone but the two of you, this was a relationship. You hung out outside of sex far too often for this to be a regular friend with benefit type of situation - but it was like the blind leading the blind. “You wanna sit on my face?”

You nod your head hastily. In seconds, Jungkook was beneath you, tugging your underwear off so you could sit on him like he asked. The first time he requested it, you felt indifferent. You never sat directly on anyone before and you were afraid to suffocate him. However, Jungkook insisted and since then, sitting on his face has been your (and his) favorite position to try.

Jungkook isn’t the one to waste time. He’s suckling onto your clit with ease, hands gripping your thighs in place. He loves it more when you grind against his tongue - he enjoys watching you tremble with pleasure. He has the perfect view of not only your leaking pussy, but your breast and your beautiful face. It was the perfect position for him.

You were a truthful person - you’d give Jungkook his flowers. The man is insanely attractive and whenever you sat on his face, you could never last too long. Jungkook always insisted on watching you - he stated he loved the way you always crumbled for him. How you’d moan while grinding against his tongue.

It’s what Jungkook’s doing now. He locks his eyes with yours. He clenches your thighs as an unspoken response. 

“S-Stop looking at me.” you whine. You lift your hips, but Jungkook doesn’t allow it. He pulls you back down against his tongue.

“You’re always so stubborn.” Jungkook muffles between your legs. He’s flicking his tongue between your folds. “I know you’re about to cum, baby. Stop being so embarrassed.”

You mentally groan because of course there it was. That word. Jungkook knew how to fluster you - if he meant to do it or not. 

“Fine.” you grumble.

Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Now ride my face.” he says. He closes his eyes to not further fluster you, even if he did want to watch you cum right in front of him. 

You do as you’re told, grinding your hips against his tongue. Jungkook holds you in place, silently encouraging you to continue. You can feel the familiar bubble deep in your stomach and your hips pick up the pace. You release a deep moan, eyes fluttering close.

Jungkook takes a peek at you, feeling his cock twitch. So beautiful you were. He could watch you like this for as long as you’d let him.

Jungkook knows you’re going to cum once your moans become high pitched and your hips jerk. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your face as you come undone, his cock basically begging for a release.

You feel tired when you move yourself from Jungkook’s lips. You fall against your bed with a sigh.

Licking his lips, Jungkook hovers above you. “Tired?”

You nod your head. “A little.” you always were after cumming on his tongue. It was inevitable. 

Jungkook nods. “You hungry? I can…make us something?”

You groan once more. There he was again being nice and doing things to your heart that he wasn’t supposed to do.

“You can after you cum inside of me.”

It’s hard to ignore the bulge in Jungkook’s sweats.

“You sure. It’s okay-”

You slap Jungkook’s chest, interrupting his speech. “Shut the fuck up, Jungkook.” you hiss. “You’re too nice.”

Jungkook snickers. “You want me to be an insensitive asshole?” Yes you did. It made things easier. You told yourself (and Chaeyoung) that you wouldn’t fall for this nice boy act and become far too gone. He made it hard. Offering to make you cum was different than cooking for you.

“You do.” Jungkook hums. “Is that some type of kink?”

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Maybe I just want you to be a little rough sometimes.”

Jungkook smirks, understanding your tone. You were closing yourself off because you were flustered - and the only way for you to calm yourself was to insult him.

“If that’s what you wanted, it’s all you had to say, baby.” Jungkook pushes his sweats down and kicks it off. His bulge is entirely too huge inside his underwear. “I’d do whatever you ask me to do.”

Shit. There he was again. Jungkook knew what he was doing.

“Turn around.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Since you want to be treated like a whore, I'll do just that.”

You may have turned entirely too quickly, but you couldn’t help it. 

Jungkook positions himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m too rough, okay?”

“Stop being a pussy.”

Jungkook only chuckles. 

Jungkook then enters you, you’re so wet that you take him far too easily. He begins his pace brutally, pushing your face down into your pillows. He keeps one hand tangled into your hair while the other grips your hips.

This was new. No, Jungkook wasn’t technically vanilla. He could be rough when needed - but this? This was a new side of Jungkook that has you clenching around him. With each thrust, he hits a nerve, sending you more and more over the edge. 

“No back talk?” Jungkook huffs, cracking his hips to fuck into you deeper. 

You want to tell Jungkook to go fuck himself, but then he pulls your hair back in a way that has you whimpering for more. 

“You always insist on being a bitch.” Jungkook releases your hair to wrap his arms around you. You feel his lips upon your neck, his hips never halting their abusive thrusts.

“But even if you are a bitch, you know I love it.”

“S-Shut up.” you whimper.

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he flips you onto your back so he can watch you while he fucks you. 

“No.” Jungkook spits, continuing the same brutal pace. He has your knees touching your shoulders, the new position allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. “You don’t like it when I'm nice to you. You want me to treat you like some whore.”

Your eyes are rolling now. There’s no way Jungkook could be fucking you entirely this good that you’re unable to form words.

“But you aren’t some whore to me, Y/N. You know you’re still my girl.” Jungkook places a kiss upon your cheek. “So I’ll treat you like a bitch in heat now, then I’ll cook for us, yeah?”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He leans back and places his thumb upon your clit. He begins to rub, determined to make you cum again.

You’re stuttering, jerking away from Jungkook, the overstimulation completely unbearable. 

“Stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?”

So pretty, Jungkook thinks. You could be a bitch sometimes, but it’s what he likes about you. He enjoys the playful bickering he entertains and your feisty attitude. He enjoys it even more when he does entertain you in these little games you play just for you to lose at your own game - much like how you were now.

Jungkook’s thrusts are sloppy once you cum, a twitching mess beneath him. Your eyes are rolling and you’re no longer trying to hide your moans.

Jungkook presses his lips against yours, grunting into it while he gives one last thrust. His cum shoots inside of you, coating your warm walls.

It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to lay beside you. He feels just as tired as you must’ve felt earlier, panting low to himself.

“You still hungry?”

Your eyelids are fluttering closed, suddenly heavy. “Sleepy.” you murmur, laying your head against Jungkook's chest. 

Jungkook wraps an arm around you. “You’re also so cuddly after a good fucking.” he teases. 

“Fuck you.”

“I will after our nap.” Jungkook laughs. “We have all day for me to turn you into my little twinkie-”

him? asleep at 9pm? jeon jungkook? it can’t be, but you’d be delighted to finally see him resting early if it was real.

and so, spurred by that tiny glimmer of hope, you carefully crack the bedroom door open, as if you’re fifteen again and you just came back from sneaking out of the house.

but you’re grown now; you live in a building with complete strangers for neighbors. you just got home from work, and you’re no longer used to sleeping alone because you share the bed with another person.

you find it empty. devoid of any creases, sign of life. as neat as a hotel room’s make believe that no one lived there until two hours prior.

the disappointment weighs down on your shoulders, causing them to drop.

he didn’t tell you he was going somewhere else after practice, you think to yourself as your lips permanently shape into a pout. what happened to going out with you for dinner?

agreeing, your empty stomach grumbles angrily.

maybe he got caught up at work. maybe he’s on his way home. maybe he’s on his way to the restaurant and he’s about to text you to come over. maybe he forgot about your plans and he’s having dinner with somebody else.

whatever the reason is, you’re too lazy and tired to whip up something edible on your own. with or without him, you’re going out and you’re stuffing your mouth full with rice and meat. after all, autumn is here, your dear old friend.

in search for a coat that will accompany you in your late-night stroll, you enter the walk-in closet and flip on the lightswitch.

you can count them with just your fingers— the amount of times you’ve felt this type of fear. absent eyes, melting spine, chills running to the top of your head down to your fingertips, mind racing with an overload of thoughts (it appears as a blank page, the same way that white is the presence of all colors of visible light). this fear… you associate it with impulsive mistakes, fire, police and ambulance sirens, and… empty closets.

jungkook’s side of the closet is empty.

clothes. shoes. bucket hats. beanies. belts. everything. gone.

but the floor is scattered with random pieces of clothing that look like they accidentally fell while someone was in a rush to pack them all in a bag. so in a rush that they didn’t even bother to pick them up.

your weak knees almost give way, but you force yourself to stumble backwards until your back hits the doorframe— you refuse to let yourself look like you’ve been carelessly discarded too.

not again. not again. not this goddamn vicious curse you thought you’ve already broken out of. not. again.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill as you scramble to open the zipper of your bag, but they spill anyway when your shoes clatter to the floor. you flinch at the thunderous sound, clutching your phone tightly against your chest. you keep your eyes closed throughout the defeaning silence that comes after.

the empty space mocks you. it knows your intricate design was not meant to live in an empty home.

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

anyone would be foolish to leave you; it’s only jungkook who could have you mourning the death of the garden you’ve given the past five years of your life to.

—

jungkook returns to the apartment half an hour later. despite the long, grueling hours of dance practice he nearly didn’t survive, the excitement vibrating through his body is manifested through the lightness of his movements. he’s finally seeing his lover for the first time today… awake.

when he brought his natural body warmth along with him to the bathroom this morning, you sunk yourself further into mattress, beneath the thick blankets and against the soft pillows. by the time he had to give you your obligatory goodbye kiss before he leaves for work (or else you’d sulk about it for the rest of the week), half of your face has been hidden from sight. he was only able to press a loving kiss on your forehead, and then your eyelids that were fluttering as you dreamt.

night time comes and he is still deprived of the sight of your beautiful face? he somberly wonders as he finds you slumped over the dining table; he swears that there is a dark rain cloud hovering above you. your arms are thrown over the hardwood as they serve as a makeshift pillow for your vessel— his little firefly curiously bleak.

“baby? are you sick?” he asks, voice dripping with concern as he tenderly rubs your back.

the legs of the chair screeches against the tiled floor, neglectedly pushed behind.

“kook?” you manage to choke out, frantically sitting up once your muddled brain registered the familiarity of his touch on your bare skin.

his heart drops to his stomach as your tear-stained face comes into view. this isn’t how he envisioned your greeting; it usually came in the form of a bright light not harsh as the sunlight, a softness that begs to be held.

“are you crying?!”

your reply only comes out as a pitiful whimper. he stumbles a step backwards when you unceremoniously jump into his embrace, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. he gets a whiff of your sweet perfume, and then it becomes the air that he breathes, but he doesn’t have much time to revel in it.

“baby!”

he squeezes your waist taut against his body, affectionately nosing at your cheek before giving you a kiss. “did something happen? tell me- tell me.”

“jungkook,” your voice cracks as you utter his name, sounding almost like a plea, and then an endless string of heartbreaking sobs comes out muffled against his shirt. “where have you been?”

this sends him into a state of panic. seeing you in pain— it’s his biggest weakness. after all, you are his achilles’ heel.

“why? why, why, why?” you’re weak and pliant as he pulls your arms down, collapsing against his chest when he envelopes you in his embrace. he cradles your head in his palm, soothing you with gentle pats and shushes. “shh, shhh- it’s okay, i’m here now. everything’s okay, you hear me?”

his efforts prove to be fruitless, because you only seem to cry harder as he slowly rocks your bodies back and forth.

you shake your head, hands attempting to hold on to the back of his shirt to regain sensation in your limbs, but they miserably fail and fall on the sides of his hips.

“talk to me… please, mhmm?“ he hums quietly, pressing his soft lips to your temple. “tell me what’s wrong and your boyfriend will take care of it.”

from your sniffles to your hiccups, you remain unable to form any coherent response, and it leads his imagination to construct the worst possible scenarios. he feels his stomach turn with uneasiness, jaw clenching as he carefully pulls away to meet you eye-to-eye.

“did someone touch you? hurt you?” he spits out with urgency, and the unparalleled care he displays puts you in a daze, simply dumbfounded as he strokes your face. “huh, baby? just tell me and i’ll take care of the rest.”

now that you’re being reminded that jungkook could quite literally kill a person with his bare hands if they ever inflict harm on you, the fog is clearing up and you feel so incredibly… stupid.

but that’s more the reason why it’s difficult not to be sensitive when it comes to him; his absence proves to be lethal.

“shit, you’re scaring me.“ he breathes out shakily as he taps your cheek lightly to bring you back to him, the distant look in your eyes triggering the emergency alarms in his head.

he unconsciously licks his lips and he tastes your tears; he doesn’t want anybody else to ever come this close.

“okay, okay- let’s put that aside for now. what do you need? should we go to bed and rest instead?“

“i thought you left,” you whisper as you hang your head in shame.

he blinks at you in confusion. “to where? my flight isn’t until next week, baby.”

fantastic! now you sound like the most dramatic, clingiest bitch to ever grace the planet. you bury your face in your hands to hide the battle zone between your heart and mind, but your boyfriend seizes your wrists because he can’t bear another second of it.

“is-is that why you’re upset…?“ he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how you’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into your relationship, when he was taking a break from work.

the changes in his life are also changes in yours, but they still affect you in many different ways.

“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-”

“i thought you left,” you repeat yourself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because you can’t make yourself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”

“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!”

you open your mouth to speak, but much to your chagrin, no words come out. you purse your lips as your chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in your eyes mimic shiny crystals.

“____!”

and at the stern mention of your name, you know that you’re about to receive a (loving) scolding from your boyfriend. your lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.

“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”

you shake your head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than you’ve ever done before. between your bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.

“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of your head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”

you’re breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”

“are you sure?”

he looks at you skeptically, scanning your face.

“baby-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on you. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”

“i was just being stupid.” you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”

“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing your wrists aside to cup your face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to your own self. his thumbs draw shapes on your soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of your head. “wow, this is so pretty?”

“huh…? oh, thanks.” you mumble, still feeling out of it.

“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around your neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on your shoulders that falls across the underbust of your dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically you.

and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for you, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.

“thank you.” you nod, shyly looking away to sniffle. “but you’re the reason why my makeup is ruined… need to wash it off before we go.”

“you’re beautiful either way, baby.”

“i know.” you scoff. “would you date me for five years if i wasn’t?”

he releases a throaty chuckle, capturing your lips in his with a smile of endearment that he fails to subdue.

“you’re so fucking cute. i love you-” he says with merely an inch of distance between you.

he grunts in melodramatic anguish, overcome by the insensity of his affections overflowing past the brim of his very being, leaning so close that the edge of the table digs into your lower back, surely to leave a temporary mark.

and he carries on to kiss you so many times that you lose count; you can only melt as you collect them in that bottomless pocket located somewhere in your soul, where all the love you’ve received across lifetimes is recorded to prove i was once here.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i’m never leaving. you’re stuck with me and bam forever.”

if the time comes that the two of you break up, who would bam come home to? jungkook stubbornly refuses to have that conversation.

however, you still can’t let go of something, and you pout as you shove him lightly. unsurprisingly, his strong build doesn’t budge at all.

“but why didn’t you answer my calls?” at last, you gain enough energy to complain, but your face grows hot as the urge to cry returns. “i mean, what else was i supposed to think?!”

jungkook is struck by yet another lightning.

may the heavens have mercy, he’s been making you angry more than usual lately.

“shit, i forgot. i turned off my phone.” he mutters under his breath, feeling extremely regretful that he was not reachable when you needed him most to be. “i wanted to focus only on you tonight. what do they call it again…? leaving work at work?”

he winces guiltily.

“i’m sorry. maybe it wasn’t a smart idea.”

“no, i like that.” you almost interrupt him from talking because of how fast you are to brush off his apology.

he makes a mental note of it— the way you’re gripping at his shirt in small fists. you’re tense and overwhelmed; you need him to stay close.

“leave work at work. focus on me, and let me be your rest.”

unbeknownst to you, jungkook bites back his tears then. after all this time, he still gets mesmerized by the tenderness that naturally governs your every word and action; he thinks that he needs you more than you need him.

—

“just eat, baby. i’ll cook the meat for us.” jungkook coos at you as he cuts more meat into bite-sized pieces using a pair of kitchen shears.

“okay, then i’ll make sure that you eat.” you grin excitedly, dragging your chair closer to his.

you set down the tongs, grabbing your chopsticks to pick up a cooked piece of pork belly from the grill. you don’t forget to blow on it, mindful of burning his tongue.

of course, you don’t want to hurt him, but it would be especially painful for him as a singer.

“ahhh-” still busy with cooking, jungkook opens wide at your cue, catching the meat in between his teeth.

“rice,” he demands as he chews.

you scoop up rice from your bowl, and he devours it happily as he continues to flip the strips of pork belly lined up across the grill.

“mmhmm, it’s so delicious!” he dramatically says out loud. his eyebrows are knitted together and his legs are bouncing under the table, tell-tale signs of him enjoying the food.

witnessing this kind of reaction, any chef would be happy to slave away in the kitchen to serve him a meal. you recognize it in the smile of the owner after jungkook ordered more side dishes, and the way he dashed through the door to reduce the waiting time.

“yah, feed yourself, too!” jungkook chides you after you feed him meat three times in a row, but with an open palm that catches the juice that drips from the kimchi, you still tap your chopsticks against his lips. he spares it a glance before catching it using his tongue.

“i am!” you then rush to wrap a piece of pork belly in lettuce, dipping it into ssamjang before stuffing it into your mouth.

“good job, baby.” he grins in satisfaction, rubbing your back as praise. this makes you preen. “make sure to eat lots, got it?”

but then you’re back to spoiling him rotten, this time with an egg roll. so far, he has only touched his own chopsticks twice.

“i just told you to eat first!”

you glare at him, pouting. “but you worked so hard practicing today and you haven’t even eaten properly yet.”

he is too busy with work, and it’s not news that you’ve been worried sick about his health. it’s difficult to watch him work himself to the bone, but no one truly has the power to stop jungkook from doing what he wants, sometimes not even himself. and you find it impossible to fault him for it when you know that everything he does is done out of love. from the vigorous vocal and dance lessons, and to the deep cleaning of the apartment because his baby has been developing an allergy to dust.

“you need to make it up to your body. here, please?”

he loves being loved, jungkook thinks to himself as he eats the egg roll whole.

—

you were already prepared to go home after dinner, but your night owl for a boyfriend insisted on going on a walk at the park because he wanted to, and you quote, ‘see you awake for a little while longer,’ or whatever the hell he meant by that.

with his tattooed arm protectively swung over your shoulder, you’re engulfed in a wave of nostalgia. for the first two years of your relationship, before you started living together, you only met with each other at night, save for the very rare day-offs that he got. the only places that are still open after midnight are nightclubs, fastfood chains, convenience stores… and well, parks.

and he would always hold you close like this to make you feel safe, and the rest of you melts away while the side of your ribcage that he is pressed against remains to shelter your heart. on the contrary, you also remember how your bodies used to be so tense. you wanted to sacrifice more sleep and to walk to the other side of the park, of the street, to that other convenience store five blocks away because this one didn’t have the flavor of ice cream you wanted, anything… just… anything so you could be with each other ten minutes more.

and it was cold. it was always cold.

“what do you mean ‘it exploded?’”

“it seriously exploded! it was on fire! that’s why i went out to buy a new extension cord!”

“jungkook, it’s because you plug in too many things at once!” you cry out in frustration, your steps becoming heavy stomps. “i told you to stop doing that!”

“what do you mean? if it has six slots, doesn’t that mean six devices is the maximum?” he continues to stubbornly defend himself, and you can only hang your head in defeat. “otherwise, it’s a scam!”

“it is a scam! see…? they made you buy a ne-”

your sentence is cut short as your tongue gets paralyzed.

a dark and striped, long figure approaching ahead, slithering its across the grass.

your mind immediately registers it as the animal you fear most.

oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.

“jungkook,” you utter his name with a tremble.

the same fear you experienced only two hours ago holds you hostage once more, add all the hair in your body standing up and you’re as frightened as a cat.

“what’s wrong? yah! what are you doing?! baby, ba- fuck!” he sputters out as you forcefully pull him back along with you, displaying a type of strength and agility he doesn’t normally see.

the two of you continue to stumble backwards as you struggle to maintain balance, and somehow jungkook manages to switch your positions so that you’re the one who lands on top him instead of the other way around when you eventually end up as a heap on the soft earth.

he begins to feel his throat closing up at the sight of pure, genuine fear in your eyes.

“jungkook, snake- it’s small bu-”

you interrupt your own sentence with a high-pitched squeal, garnering looks from strangers moving and unmoving. in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend has swept you off your feet as if you’re light as a feather, driven by the instinct to protect the love of his life.

you cover your mouth in shock, your other arm coming up around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

you think you may have fallen for jungkook all over again.

“are you spiderman?”

he was too busy searching for the subject of your fear under dim lights, and so he looks at you in bewilderment to ask, “what was that?”

you shake your head with your wide eyes shining with faux innocence. you squeak. “nothing.”

he releases a sigh, followed by a chuckle of obvious relief and amusement as he squeezes your body closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “aigoo, my ____! why are you so scared today? what am i going to do with you…? it’s just a worm.”

“are you sure? i swear i saw it raise its head!“

“i’m sure,” he lulls you. “i think worms can do that, too?”

your face twists in an expression of mixed bewilderment and distrust.

“that i’m not sure about, but it’s really just a worm! would i still be standing here if it wasn’t?” he clicks his tongue sharply. “we need to get your eyes rechecked.”

you roll your eyes with a huff. you’ve have had enough of his teasing before it even starts.

“uh?! i’m serious over here!”

this is new— you mean bickering with jungkook in a public place isn’t, but being carried by him like a bride while it happens definitely is.

“fine, i’ll go this weekend. happy?” you fake an obedient smile. “you can put me down now.”

he blinks, and then he adjusts the way he’s holding you to ensure that your dress won’t show what’s for his eyes only— for a split second, you were flying.

“i’ll go with you,”

“okay. now put me down.“ you tap his shoulder repeatedly to prompt him to heed your words. “babe, this is embarrassing!”

“nope,” he ignores your protest with nonchalance as he resumes to walk the path you’re on, evidently enjoying the attention he’s stealing and the way you’re curling yourself smaller to hide.

“oh my god! weren’t you just complaining about your body hurting?!”

“you were scared of me leaving,” he smiles, glancing down at you. “so now i’m gluing you to myself.”

that made you quiet for a while. inside your tote, the container of kimchi, wrapped in a plastic bag, rattles with his every stride. you noticed that jungkook loved it so much, so you ordered it to go when he went to the bathroom before you were to leave the restaurant.

“you know, we used to just hold hands,” you mumble with a childish pout. “like normal people?”

“this is very normal,” he argues.

the scenery becomes more familiar as he takes the long way home.

“some would even say romantic.”

a wave of nostalgia hits, and you visibly shiver.

you don’t know if he would remember, but he has said the same exact words once before.

you scrunch your nose, supposedly to give him a look of disgust, but a giddy smile betrays you. you are five years younger again, and the night ends with the moon bidding you an adieu.

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You were enjoying your drink in silence a few minutes ago, not literal silence though. You’re at J-hope’s listening party Jack in the box. You knew you were going to invited to the party even though it was limited to only famous artists in the entertainment industry. Talented singers, rappers and even actors were invited.

You on the other hand, played a very much important role in helping Hoseok making this album. You were one of the composers in the production team. You’ve been working for big-hit entertainment, especially for BTS, so you’ve become quite familiar with their group.

So, now you’re standing here, in a black bottom-up coat dress paired with black ankle length lace up pump heel, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, cleavage peeking out from the short dress hugging every curve of your body perfectly, giving it a subtle seductive look while leaving plenty of room for their imagination, a silver chain dangling from your neck.

You swirl the glass of wine in your hand, staring out from the huge glass window. The city lights sparkling in the darkness of the night, alluring you in it’s hazardous beauty, you keep you eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city in front of you, distracting yourself from the loud beating music coming from behind you.

You were simply minding your own business until you felt a hand on your back. You immediately flinch and jumped away from the wandering hand only then you came face to face with the intruder of your peaceful time.

“My apologies, for making you scared, Miss ___,” he raised an eyebrow tauntingly at you, lopsided grin on his face and the only thing you can think of, is how vulgar he is looking.

He is one of the sponsors, a billionaire businesses man in his 40s, old enough for you but the way his eyes scan your body like a hungry creature, made you feel like you’re naked, made you feel sick to your stomach. Fucking gross!

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” you shrug the uneasiness and tried to act normal. He chew on his bottom lip as he said “I must say, you’re looking hot. A girl as beautiful as you standing here alone? Not fair!”

Seriously? He is staring at you like he can devour you at any time now. You felt filthy under his preying eyes. You want nothing but to run into your boyfriend’s arm and let him hold you. But you can’t do that, not in front of People.

Jungkook loves you, cares for you and he never back down from showing it to you but he is also a celebrity and it is not a very wise decision to show his affection in front of dozens of people let alone announcing his relationship with you, even though he wanted to.

He did suggested that you both should make it official to the whole world and call it out. He wasn’t afraid of showing his love for you to the entire world but you knew it wouldn’t end up well. He is at the peak of his career and announcing he is taken now would make people lash out in a very negative way and also when his company isn’t very fond of the idea, you both dropped it. So, now you can’t even go to him for help.

“There’s so much crowd down there so I came here. I’m fine really, don’t worry,” you pull your lips into a straight line, trying to smile but the growing uneasiness evident in your body language.

“Oh honey! I’m sure you’re feeling bored alone here, don’t you? Come on, let me show you some good time,” he leaned towards you and his hand shot up directly on your ass. You got startled by the sudden move from his side. Anger seeping from your eyes as you hardened your eyes, glaring at him hard and just when you go to yank his hand away from you, Jungkook stepped in and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from you.

He stumbled at the force but Jungkook hold him by his arm, preventing him from landing straight on his ass “can’t you see how uncomfortable she is? And who the fuck gave you permission to touch her?” Jungkook seethes at him as anger consumes his body, you can see the muscles of his body tensing up beneath his black t-shirt.

That old geezer tried to wiggle out from his grip but miserably failed, Jungkook still hold him with a death grip on his arm. “Oh! Is she your girlfriend? Or a new play toy? Possessive enough, baby boy? How about the media comes to know about this secret affair of yours? Huh?” he tauntingly said that to Jungkook, laughing at his face.

But Jungkook was having none of it, he push him on the floor and he dropped on his ass, groaning like a little child in pain. Jungkook hovered over him, his eyes throwing daggers in his way “And how about your dirty little secrets made it to the headlines of tomorrow’s news? You’d like that huh? Sinclair?”

He eyes goes wide with shock and fear as he shallow the lump in his throat, trying to grasp the fact that Jungkook knew about him. “I’ll fucking destroy you, YOU GET THAT? And that little bitch-,“

He doesn’t take that anymore as he plunge his boot covered feet straight on his face, knocked the air out of his lungs and blood covered his mouth. “I fucking dare you to say that! I fucking dare you to complete that sentence! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO CALL HER THAT AGAIN!,” he screamed at him but before he can land another kick on his weak body you grab him by his hand and pulled him out of there. You don’t want any scene here so you left. “Jungkook, let’s go,”

You force him to walk behind you through the crowd, people glancing at you with confusion on their face. You spot Hoseok and quickly bid your goodbye as you make it to the car.

Jungkook didn’t resist, let you pull him out of the party as you both settled in the car. You were breathing hard so as Jungkook. You didn’t know what just happened or what was about to happen. Your heart was beating so fast that you can feel it in your throat. Then without another word, he started the engine, pulling his car out of the parking lot, heading towards his house.

When the silence became too much, you spoke “Jungkook, what would happen now? I-I mean he is influential, what if he-,“ you whispered those words out of your mouth as your eyes got watery.

“Are you saying that I should sit back and watch him touching what’s mine? Kept my mouth shut as he assault my girlfriend? Let that fucking sick bastard grab your ass!?,”

You teared up this time as you let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears at bay “No, I-I –,” your voice cracked and you cringe at that.

“Spread you legs ____,”

You eyes shot up to his face at his demanding tone. You’re confused, why is he saying that? He can’t be serious!

“____, don’t make me repeat myself. SPREAD.YOUR.FUCKING.LEGS,” he growled as he ordered you. Warmth spreading through your cheeks as you shallow the lump in your throat. Then slowly spreading your legs as he demanded from you. Trying to steady your breath as you open your legs as wide as possible.

There are people on the street but you don’t think they’ll be able to see what’s going on inside of the car since it’s moving but that’s the thing. Jungkook is fucking driving and why the fuck he wants you to spread your legs? The thrill of the moment already turning you on and making a pool of arousal coming out of you.

He grabbed your black thong in an instant, pulling on it harshly as it shred into pieces and making you sit closer to him. You let out a whimper at his harshness.

He didn’t divert his eyes from the road, solely focusing on it but his hand travel towards you pussy as he land a harsh slap on it.

The friction makes you moan out his name and you arch your back, making you dress hike up to your hips. Your glistening pussy is now clearly visible to his eyes.

Without wasting time, he slides his finger over your clit sliding them down then plunging them inside of you “You’re fucking dripping. It turns you on seeing me like that, didn’t it?,” he asked through gritted teeth.

Your mind was spinning so hard that you can’t even focus whatever he was saying. After gathering your arousal, he slide them up to your clit and started massaging it in a circular motion and you arch your back more. The feel of his fingers are so good on your pussy. You throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

He kept circling it nice and slow, pinching it occasionally making you whimper “Gonna remind you how good my cock makes you feel, baby,” he growl through gritted teeth, lust dripping from them.

You moan out his name when he hit that particular spot and his pace sped up “Fuck, oh God, Yes!,”

He kept abusing your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you bend your legs and bring them up on the seat, spreading your legs wider for him more.

“Fuck, ____, I’m going to rip that pussy apart- just you wait,” his jaw clenches so hard that you thought it was going to break then he sped up the speed of the car, overtaking the car in front of you.

You gasped when you saw how fast he was driving, panicking as your breath hitched, your eyes goes wide but Jungkook’s hand only fasten on your pussy, rubbing it fast and hard.

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you’re gasping for air. The thrill and the fear making everything more intense, knowing that it might lead to an accident but still can’t able to stop him from touching you.

You can let him do anything he wants with you.

The knot in your stomach was ready to explode in any second then he slide his finger down and put them in, you clench around his finger as he pump them in and out.

“Ah- Jungkook!,” your eyes rolls back and you arch your back, your hand goes to your tits, kneading it. Your thighs started shaking, every muscle in your body tenses. He glances at your direction for a mili-seconds and nearly loses his control.

Your legs were spread apart, your hand fondling your tits as your hips push into his hand grinding on it. Fuck!

He quickly calm his composure, reminding himself that he is still driving.

His fingers again goes back to your clit, rubbing it in a faster pace and you cry out from the intensity of it, you clench around nothing as you grind on his fingers, riding it. Your orgasm break through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips automatically goes up. Jungkook kept rubbing you as he curse under his breath.

“Oh, fuck! Ah, Jungkook!,” you moan as you ride his fingers, Your vision got blurred as you try to stable your breath but then a loud horn piercing your ears, you shot open your eyes forward at the direction of the noise as you see a car coming at your direction and when you thought it’s going to crash with your car, Jungkook turn it to the other direction. The car goes unbalanced for a second but he managed it soon.

Your eyes were going to came out of your socket, you suck in your breath as you tried to grasp the fact that you were so close to death. Your heart was racing, you were terrified.

Then the car came to a halt means you’ve reached home. You hurriedly loose the seat belt as you ready yourself to jump out of the car. You can sense Jungkook fuming with rage beside you and you’re afraid what’s his next move going to be.

Not only it makes you feel excited, you wanted to see how far you can push him. He likes it when you run away from him and you likes it when he chases after you.

Before you step out the car, you glances over Jungkook and seeing him sucking and licking his finger cleaning your essence from them while looking at you intensely. You gulp at the scenario.

“You can run if you want but, if I catch you I’ll make it sure that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he warned you with a low voice but you’re already spinning out of the car and running towards his house.

The mansion he has built is huge, you still couldn’t find out the purpose behind it. You run for the front door, leaving it open you fled towards the room you and Jungkook shares which is on the second floor.

This time you locked the door behind you as you stay still in the darkness, doesn’t bother to switch on any of the lights. Your senses heightens with time as you hear some footsteps coming from the outside, heart beating so fast you felt it in your throat.

You quickly dodge the bed, hiding behind it as you wait for further movements. You heard the door lock clicking and you thought how stupid you’re to lock it behind, of course he would know!

But it’s not that bad, you want him to find you. Sometimes stupid decisions leads to blissful results.

The door opened and you heard clicking of the boots on the marble floor. Your heart sunk in your ribcage, swelling with excitement, you know you’re soaking wet.

“____, come out now then, maybe I’ll show you a little mercy,” he growls, his voice becoming close with every minute. You tried to calm your senses and slow down your breathing but it was no use. You are quite literally panting at this point.

“I can hear your breathing, I know you’re here baby, I know,” a deep chuckle come out from his mouth and you wouldn’t dare to move. You just stilled on your spot, waiting.

Then suddenly a hand pulled you out of your hideaway, tugging your hands as you land on his hard chest, gasping for air. You see him smile wickedly at you before throwing you on the bed, you groan from the force.

He kneels on the bed, hovering over your body as he tore your dress along with your bra, leaving you bare under him. Devouring your body with his hungry eyes he grab both of your arms, then you feel something rough gliding around each of them. Your breath lodges in your throat when you come to the realization of what he was doing. Before you can cry out, he taped your mouth shut.

You come to the realization that your arms are above tied to the headboard with thick rope, completely naked when he is still fully clothed. You can’t move, you struggle against that but it goes into vain.

His thick thighs trapped you into a firm hold, his hooded eyes piercing through your soul.

“What did I told you, baby?,” his asks, his deep voice barely above a whisper, you panicked under his gaze and his threat.

You did remember what he told you.

He plant his hands on your hips and roughly pins then to the bed. Electric shocks travels from his body to yours, the feeling making you tremble beneath his calloused hands.

You squirms under him, tugging at the rope but only succeed in rubbing the raw skin. You don’t want to be tied, you want to touch him.

You scream with frustration, attempting to free yourself. He laughs at your attempts, the rich sound of his amusement burn your skin.

You still, huffing and puffing against the tape, your hair is disarray with several tendrils scattered across your face and constructing his view.

Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of your face, tenderness in his touch.

“Fascinating that you have yet to learn after so many years, I always keep my promises,” then he smiles at you viciously.

You shout under the tape, they’re muffled. Your frustration reach it’s peak when you see he is indeed not going to let you free. A muffled “Fuck, you!,” come out of your mouth.

He grabs your face in his hands roughly, brings his face down into yours. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over you.

“keep pissing me off, baby. I do enjoy giving you pain. It’s music to my ear,” you struggle against him, muffled curses spilling from your taped mouth.

And then he chuckles again. “you’ve been a bad girl baby, so I’ve to show you what happens to bad girls,”

Sweat pricks at you hairline and trails down your back. You’re panicking and shaking with fear but the thrill kept you on edge.

Your nipples are tighten into hard peaks. “you’re absolutely mesmerizing, and I’ll be damned if I let any other man have a view of your beauty,”

You are growing frustrated and needy with every second but this asshole doesn’t seem to bother about it.

“Fuck. Off,” you growl again.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells you, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.

Your fight renews, kicking at him and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves down your legs.

You growl deep in your chest and use both legs putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of your feet before you can push him away.

Dammit, you just want to touch him.

Quickly he works his hands around both ankles, pinning your knees to the bed as he bares your pussy.

You feel rage and helplessness flooding through your body. You scream beneath the tape as his eyes eat up the expenses of your center. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to give in.

The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much. He inhales sharply “Fuck, you smell just like always, so fucking sweet.”

He leans and places a gentle kiss on your pelvic bone and you arch your back. Pushing your body into his face further. You’re panting harshly through your nose, imitating a pissed off bull.

You’re the one who instigated him–pushed him when he warned what would happen. Now you’ve to face the consequences.

Another soft kiss, an inch above your clit. You can’t stop the whimper that releases from your mouth, muffled.

He heard it loud and clear which makes him smile against your skin. You shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive area. Your knees jerk inwards, another useless attempt to close your legs.

Then you feel a stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scraps against your mound. You scream from the sensation, hot and bothered. Your pussy is still sensitive from the previous orgasm as you thrash against the feeling only for your body to jerk right back into his mouth.

You gasp, feeling far more than his teeth this time. His tongue slides against your clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes you. Uncontrollably, your eyes roll and your head kicks back as the most delicious feeling evolves you.

“Fuck,” he growls against you, the vibration forcing you to suck in a deep breath. “you’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of your throbbing pussy from his words and the attention he’s giving you. You can smell your own arousal, feeling the juices sliding down your asscheeks.

You shake from the intensity as he licks the entirety of your slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to bundle of nerves before he sucks your clit between his teeth and clamp down.

You scream from both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across your clit but not hand enough to truly hurt you. He pulls his head away slowly, your clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud. You try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind your knees and forcefully push them back to your ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as you thrash against your bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, you’re far more exposed and vulnerable to him. Whimper coming out of your mouth as you tried to convince him in untie your hands but he was taking none of it.

But just as it always does, the thrill of danger and restriction sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to your core.

He has your body curled so far inward, your ass is no longer on the bed. As if you wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you feel your arousal sliding down your stomach. He growls, noting the desire flooding from your entrance. you can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body. He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to your pussy and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

You jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at your bud. He doesn’t lick you again, refusing to use his tongue against you—only his teeth. Asshole.

Every time you move, he clamps harder. So you force yourself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from your clit. you squeal from the sting, screaming muffled curses at him through the tape. And just when it becomes too much, he lets go. You pant through the relief and the lingering pain, you clit throbbing and sore.

But he doesn’t allow you to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of you, curling to hit that sweet spot. Your hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of you. A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.

“Did that hurt?” he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of you, juices collecting in the palm of his hand.

Yes, you fucking asshole!

Now that one of your legs is free, you’re tempted to drive your foot into his face. But the reminder of that bite keeps your legs still. So you just fume silently, glaring holes into him. The anger feels like it’s burning you from the inside out.

He hums, disappointed by your silence. Leaning down, he captures the abused nub between his teeth, sucking in but keeping his bite minimal. Combined with his finger curling up to hit that spot, you can no longer breathe. Pleasure seizing all of your senses. You know you’re close.

Gently, he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Over and over until it drives you mad with both the need for more and the need to kick him.

“Remember this, baby,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that the more you show stubbornness, the more it’ll cause you pain.” Another sharp nip. Your hips jerk away, but the action is futile. “How about I slide my tongue inside of this sweet little pussy – or my cock – I bet you’d love that, hmm?”

you know what he is doing, he want you to give in – beg for him but you aren’t going to give in that easily, not yet.

You fight against the part of you that wants to beg for more. A part that has found a voice and is trying to break free. Take over and give in to this man so you both can find relief. you thrash against it, entering a silent battlefield and trying to hold back as much as you can.

But then he withdraws his finger to the very tip, swiping his finger along your entrance, and when he sinks back inside you, he adds two more fingers. your eyes roll as he stretches you, caressing that sweet spot over and over while his teeth bite into your clit anew.

The side of you wins while you watch helplessly as your body renews its struggle. But this time, you’re shamefully grinding yourself against him, no longer restraining yourself. He’s not giving you what you body has begun to crave— to need—in order to assuage the pleasure building deep in your belly. He continues to scour your clit with his teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give you his tongue.

“Asshole! Untie. My. Hands!” you screech against the tape. The answering smile against your pussy is evident that he heard you. Giving into the anger, you kick your leg out with unrestrained force. He dodges the kick by a mere inch. A feral growl tears from his chest, and he pushes your knee back down with bruising force. The sound wasn’t of desire like before—but anger. And you cant deny the fact that how sexy that growl was Or how hard your pussy pulsed in response.

But – you’re not going to confess that.

He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, you’ll have handprints on the underside of your thighs. “What did you learn, baby?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto your clit. you growl, another frustrated tear leaking down your temple and into your hairline.

“To not being a stubborn brat, right?” ” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before you can get any satisfaction from it. You shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from your mouth. You curse against the flaring pain in your face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear you.

“You fucking asshole –“ your tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to your clit.

“Try again.” You heave, trying to calm yourself down but failing.

“Probably,” you grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark. He nips at you again, but this one lighter and more playful.

“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?” you clamp your mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid question. You understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.

In response to your nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you bereft. But before you can complain, he licks you again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. Your eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from your throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase your spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up your cunt. You arch your back, growling from how easily your body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.

But just as you start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops. “Do. you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.

A frustrated sob works its way up your throat, but you swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before you feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on your tongue. “Loud and clear, baby boy.”

A dark chuckle skitters across your core, and you’re ashamed of how your body responds. your ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs. His tongue dives into your pussy, licking inside of you with ravenous strokes.

A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.

The pressure builds as he finally does what you’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of your pussy. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now you regret the tape ever leaving your mouth. Because you don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to you, but you can’t seem to contain yourself either.

You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as your body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside you just as you do, and the bliss is catastrophic. you no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do you stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

He can die by drowning in your pussy.

“Beg for it.” He says from between your thighs, sending vibration through out your core. This time you didn’t hesitate, you did beg for it.

“Please, Jungkook, let me come,” he growl at your desperation.

Moans wrack from your throat, and you feel his answering groan. His hands clutch your thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at your throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than your body can handle.

He rips his mouth away and crawls up your body while continuing to fuck you with his fingers. You’re still delirious, your mouth still parted as you continue to moan. So, when he pinches your cheeks, holding your mouth open, you hardly care. His fingers feel too good.

His mouth skates over your lips once before you watch a trail of saliva drip from his mouth into yours “Swallow your juices,” he rasps. And you do. your throat works as the unique taste blooms across your tongue. He growls deep in his chest before he crushes his lips to yours.

His tongue dives into your mouth, swirling with your own. Both of your tongue crashes with each other, then dragging your bottom lip with his teeth, you can feel the cold metal on his lips, that fucking piercing of his. You trap it in between your teeth and pull into it, dragging it further and slowly letting it go.

Time ceases to exist as he kisses you until your lips are bruised, At one point, he withdrew his fingers and cupped your face with his hands almost sweetly. A stark contrast to how he was abusing your clit just a second ago.

Your whole body is shacking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you saw him untying your hand and as soon as he did, your upper body go limp as you fall back on the bed. You let your eye close to give yourself some time and catch your breath which you desperately needs, but before you can have it, you’re already on your stomach. You realize Jungkook flips you as he holds your hands above your head this time with his own hands.

Then he is yanking your head back, Tears dripping from your eyes from the force of him holding your hair. Burning, just like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes.

“You sound so sweet when you beg for me,”

“Fuck off,” you don’t know why you’re being so much rebellious but if this is how it turns out to be, you don’t mind. A harsh slap lands on your asscheeck, leaving a burning sensation behind.

“Keep up the bad girl act and I’ll fuck so hard you’ll feel me between your legs for the rest of your life, if not you already did.” He hisses in your ears, then biting on it.

His hand slides up to your neck, tightening his hold around it as your vision get blur from the lack of oxygen. You don't t even know when got rid of his pants. He slams his cock inside you, knocking your breath out. You jerk forward as his balls slapping against the sensitive nub. You choke on your words, this angle allowing him in far deeper. you arch your back and dig your nails into the mattress, clawing at the bedsheet as he relentlessly pounds into you.

He grabs your hair and snaps your head back to the side roughly as his lips comes to your mouth dangerously close, his lips brushing against yours “You want to come all over my cock, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, ____.”

You clench around him when you hear your full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “I’m your good little girl,” you breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. He molds his front to your back, spearing through your tightening pussy. The hand on your neck squeezes it tightly while his other palm splays across your flat stomach, reaching your throbbing clit.

You cry out from the intensity as his image blurs and your eyes rolls and the tsunami wave finally crashes through you. You scream so loud, moaning as Jungkook's name spills from your lips on a neurotic chant as your entire world combusts into tiny pieces.

“Tell me baby, who this pussy belongs to?” he asks while keep slamming into you, help you riding out your orgasm.

“You – oh fuck!” your head spins around as tears slipping from your eyes uncontrollably.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Jungkook grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into you one last time, filling you with his seed until you can no longer fit anymore inside of you.

you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs, as you’re left panting and breathless under him. your body convulses from the aftershocks, even after you come down from the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Jungkook flips on the other side and you crashed on the bed, no longer able to hold your body up. He then slips his hands around your waist, pull you on his chest and held you tight. You felt the warmth radiating from his body.

After some minute of silence, you speak “I didn’t mean that, I was just worried when he said that. I-I –“ your voice is raspy from all the screaming.

“Baby, I’ll always protect you, will always be there for you even if the world goes against you. If it’s you vs. the world, I’ll choose you and if it’s us vs. the world, I’ll gladly watch the world burn to the ashes as long as you’re with me.” A new pair of tears come back to your eyes as you feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll chase you even in your after life, to the heaven or hell, I’ll go wherever you’ll be.” If you wasn’t so exhausted and fucking emotional, You sure would cringe from those words but now, it makes you feel happy, makes you feel …. Whole.

He plant a kiss on the side of your forehead as he scramble through the sheets and stand on the floor.

“Come on, Let’s take a shower,” as he walks towards the bathroom, his ass perfectly visible for your eyes to droll over them but you’re sick tired to do so.

But when you tried to do the same, you felt a sharp pain eating every part of your body – especially your legs – they felt like jelly. You land on your ass on the bed, hisses from the pain as a whimper tear through your mouth and Jungkook laughs at that.

Asshole!

“I told you baby, I keep my promises, always.” You glare at him hard as he ignored your murderous gaze, lifts you up as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?” he looks at you with all the love in the world and you melt under his gaze.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”